had been nothing but trouble. she couldn t tell me what had, happen she was so upset. it was about to get much worse. my mom would say, if you find, the car you will find kathy. he did not want to be, dark because you wanted to keep looking. she had been stabbed multiple times, there was blood in the interior of the car. she was a targeted victim. who killed kathy? we had no witness, no confession, no dna. 20 years went by. they still had to keep looking for what i had lost. but, kathy had her, and she had him. i put a lot of faith in god. and the killer, he never had a chance. this was i fulfilled my promise. in the wee small hours of the morning, while it s a whole wild world is fast asleep, mary bennett is awake, not because she wants to be, but because something stay with you, whether you want them to or not. and for mary bennett, it is a 80 3:40 a.m.. every day i wake up around the time, it is embedded in my brain. for more than two
you mean way down here on her shoulder? right here, right here. sam claimed it was no big deal. who were you with less? night whatever. that night, police records show, sam receive two traffic citations, both while driving kathy s car. one was an open container ticket from drinking alcohol in a parking lot. the other for failing to stop at a stop sign. the cops who pulled some over for not stopping said sam through flew through the intersection of. when he approached the car, the cops said it looked as of sam and kathy had been arguing. he did say kathy kathy look fine. no one was quite sure what happened after that, except they apparently parted company. sam in his car, kathy and hers. and then, kathy arrived home, two out of it to realized she had been driving on slashed tires. tina s of the tires the next day. i kept saying, what happened to tires? who slashed your tires? she said?