Still, says summer starks, it seemed almost like a Joke Ou before Chanin Starbuck Wa murdered, she told her friends and family that her Exhusband Clay had been controlling. Still, says sommer, it seemed like a joke the first time chanin wondered out loud if clay may try to hurt her. I told her, quick being dramatic. She was kind of being a drama queen. Thats ridiculous. I said that only happens in the movies or on dateline. Said you are so full of it. But, according to sommer, chanin was scared. Particularly after the windows were mysteriously shot out of the car parked in her driveway. Chanin changed the locks in her house and didnt give the kids a key. Telling friends, she was afraid clay would find a way to steal a copy. She was vocal about her fear that he would kill her. Hardly surprising that with but a sinister Spin And Everything police observed about clay. Starting with the first Police And Direction the day Chanins Body was discovered. The detective that something was off. Th
She was a beautiful woman. Smart woman. She didnt need to travel those paths. She was a mother of five with a double life . She lived her Church Lifestyle and her online lifestyle. She was murdered. I am appalled she was found that way. Somebody wanted to make a statement. What would her Life Repeal about her death . She had communication with at least two other men. From the shadows of the internet, the depths of the human heart. He was controlling and he was losing control. December 1, 2011. One of those days that make teeth chatter, joints creek, damp, dismal. Austin then 21 was nearing the end of his shift at a Glass Installation Shop in Deer Park, washington, half an Hour North of spokane when his phone chirped. Text message. Yeah it was from loghan. His younger sister at school. I remember she said i am cold. Come pick me up. But, where was their mother . Wasnt she supposed to be there . Austin trooped around to collect his siblings as a cold gray afternoon darkened. Nobody answe
Its a surreal thing. People thought i was dead. The attack was sudden, savage. I saw a Man Standing there. I heard multiple shots. The wife, the only one is. I could only see his eyes. Her story was about a masked man shooting. Than a revelation. The dead man had a dangerous dream. And the Finding Work related to the Oil Business. I remember him telling us he was going to make millions of dollars. A venture, oozing with outlaws. A big man, steroid induced rock muscle. Greed caused all this. The thirst for oil, the lust of blood. What happens in a quiet little Prairie Town when oil comes along . Yeah. Ars, among the green and pleasant Landscapes Of American Privilege is a historic rise of land called the South Hill. Here for 100 years has been the home of spokane, washingtons elite commit in their mansions, peace lives here. Not the sort of story we are about to to be the kind of story with ambitious men, dark plots, and Dames Mi the dumb blonde who missed it, or did everyone miss it .
He is just laying on the ground. Reporter the loving father of three, the Farms Heart and soul killed in a ball of fire. They are saying it was an accident. Our ascension was it was a Pipe Bomb. Someone claimed the dead man had reaped what he had sown. He had messed with a Drug Cartel. But maybe the truth lay with the owners. I wished there werent so much Hate And Anger in our family. One Family Member seemingly held a grudge against the victim. He always had something mean to say. Reporter another came gunning for investigators. Who chases the police . Who was hiding the darkest of secrets . A Blank Sheet of paper with a diabolical clue. I fell to my knees and started screaming. There is an eden in the american west. A wide flat earthen cornucopia whose bounty daily fills the bellies of millions. Whose fathers and mothers employ Lee Legions of worker. Deeply conservative. Selfreliant. Tough enough to thrive in a dangerous business that takes cuts and brains in central california. Too
Happened. Professor, artist, mom. Murdered. A Primal Scream came out of me. She started crying very hard. Police question to ask, maybe too quick. Focused on ski from the very beginning. The husband always does it. What of the husband didnt . You dont find dna, blood, anything. Someone else the real killer . Im wondering what was this man capable of . Was very emotional for me. We kept waiting for them to figure out that they had it wrong. It was 2 July 2008. Early evening and a fine Old Town called prescott, arizona. The sun going down. That Air Cooling down to a fine evening. Here at the tells History Rodeo grounds, refugees from h the Summer Heat from phoenix settled into the stands to enjoy the annual exploits of the cowboys. The same time a few miles away on the edge of town, a woman named Carol Kennedy jogged along the wellworn path that the base of the granite mountain. Sometime after 7 00, turned into her big backyard on a street called Bridle Path. Trotted past the Stone Labyr