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
And then the third shot into his chest. Three gunshots that had a long running mystery. Who killed the veterinarian . I think the perpetrator stood there and watch him die. There were so many different leads and rumours. I felt like it wasnt for me. Jealousy . Rage . Revenge . It was a classic who done it. Could anyone solve it . Look at what its done to our family. It was hard. I wanted justice for my brother. There was a broad swath of prairie. Where the cattle outnumbered the people. And the sad Summer Breeze sang around the modest dwelling in the grass. This is marlene protsman. They called it the bunk house. Though it was really just a single wide trailer. He shot himself. My husband just went down. Richard. To see if he wanted to go to pasture. An honest little place out on the montana prairie. Along the edges. Do you know where he shot himself . Okay. Is he still alive . Theres blood everywhere. I place a young vet could achieve while he built his business. Well, if you can have
clothing. it was the minister. the man of the cloth, inspiring from the pulpit. burying the faithful periods he officiated over my son. counseling over the troubled. he was so good at understanding how to comfort other people. what if the minister is expected to be not a man of god at all? the minister role? the minister role. he was hiding behind that hat. a stranger in robes, caring got the devils business. i believe he prayed on vulnerable people. laying on hands where he said it. he would right into their bedroom. just who was he? reverend shermer was a small- town methodist preacher in eastern pennsylvania. he was our friend, our confident. just an all-around, good guy. he had seen the fresh young pastor going to an accomplished pastor. all the things he held my friends with the years. he watched his friend raise his family. they sang together many, many times. it seemed like the all-american couple. my mom and dad were people who
long running mystery. who killed the veterinarian? i think the perpetrator stood there and watch him die. there were so many different leads and murmurs. i felt like it wasn t for me. jealousy? rage? revenge? it was a question of who done it. could anyone solve it? look at what it s done to our family. it was hard. i wanted justice for my brother. there was a broad swath of prairie. where the cattle outnumbered the people. and the sad summer breeze sang around the modest dwelling in the grass. this is marlene they called it the bunk house. though it was really just a single wide trailer. my husband just went down. richard. to see if he wanted to go to pasture. an honest little place out on the montana prairie. along the edges. do you know where he shot himself? okay. is he still alive? there s blood everywhere. i place a young vet could achieve while he built his business. we ll, if you can have somebody go check and see if he s s
gone far? it s inappropriate, doesn t make him a murder. you have a wolf in sheep s clothing. sinister minister. the man of the cloth, inspired from the pulpit. we went away feeling that you had heard something. marrying the faithful. he officiated over my son and daughter in law s wedding. counsel the trouble. he is so good at understanding how to comfort other people. but one of the ministers is expected to have gotten it all. i believe it was all fraud. the minister? will the minister roll. i think he was hiding behind that hat. but whether a stranger in crown circle robes carrying out the devil s business. i believe he plays on the vulnerable people. laying hands where he shouldn t. minister into more than a sole. he would basically council his way right into their bedrooms. just who was the reverend arthur burton sherman? reverend sherman, a.b. to his friends. was a small town methodist priest or in small town, pennsylvania. he