“I found her second e-mail account in her apartment,” Bud says.  “I printed off the picture of the car along with its license plate.”  He points out the front door.  “It was that car right there, his Cadillac.  We showed the investigator, and he even talked to the guy, but couldn’t press any charges because all he had was the picture.  He denied it, of course.  He told the investigator that she could’ve taken a picture of anyone’s car, even though the time and date stamp on the e-mail was close to her time of death.  There was no other evidence found at the scene that could link him to her, like fingerprints or fluids or anything, so the investigator moved on.”

“We then decided to take matters into our own hands,” Dean says.  “We kept tabs on him the best we could.  We could never seem to catch him in the act.  It was hard too, all that snooping around.  We had a farm to run, which is normally a full-time job, but between Bud and me and Karen, we made it work.  I don’t know how many times we drove up and down that Interstate from the farm to the Cities.  Probably spent several thousands of dollars in gas.”