while vacationing in british columbia. we drove across the border in our friend s vehicle, and my phone had a seizure. it started buzzing for every voicemail message and text message that had been sent, and it s, matt, call me, matt, call me, matt, call me. with within days of his death, russell s far-flung family revisited on widbe island. she stayed in her bedroom a lot. she definitely was sad. nothing seemed to be getting done, so i kind of ended up taking over the organization of the house, what do we do for meals. russell douglas had left behind a lot of unfinished business. the oldest of three children born to jim and gail before they divorced, russell had been a late bloomer. but adulthood intruded early.
hot on the trail of a suspect. then came a hurricane. i didn t think he was going to stick around long enough for us to come back. so the hurricane comes and goes and your subject is quite literally in the wind. he s gone. for detective plumberg, the twisted trail of his investigation began six months earlier just after christmas 2003. a geo tracker, an suv, had been spotted in a secluded driveway in a section of widbe island, the passenger door open, the dome light on. the first thought was a suicide. but on an initial investigation, they couldn t find a weapon. standing in the cold, the detective took stock. the body inside appeared to have been dead for 24 hours. i.d. found in the glove box indicated the dead man was named russell douglas,.