"There's one thing that never changes—murder. A life has been taken. Their stories are now my stories. I never know where a case is going to lead, but I'll never stop until it's solved. Somebody has to look out for the victim. If you kill, I will find you."I wonder what Joe Kenda dreams about in his sleep.
I'm here, Jerry, I'm here!It was the wife's lover, who was a marksman.
(The part about the coroner's preliminary ruling it a natural death without an explanation of why the window was broken is puzzling.
Good post, anyone have something similar- Where is our detective: Aunt Marg
I recall reading something similar to this and perhaps it was this case.The last story is also true and happened in Colorado Springs. Maybe it can be found on the Internet.
BTW, I may have confused the story a bit, but the facts are for sure.