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opened empty patrol car, its light flashing, and suddenly
saw a woman crouched over in the yard beneath a huge
broken picture window. They found her picking slivers
of glass from the body of a dead policeman, whose
head lay on the skirt of her robe.
Inside the house they found a male body sprawled
naked except for the pants wadded around his feet.
Bloody holes gaped in his groin and chest and face,
three bright red-splattered openings in his flesh, and all
around him the rug was sticky with dark stains. The
younger attendant lurched back outside and vomited
into a laurel bush. The older called the state police, as
he was unable to persuade the woman to answer his
questions about what he described to the patrol as
looking like a double-murder gunfight over somebody's
wife.
Convinced that despite her bruised face and
bloodstained robe the survivor was not critically injured,
he simply gave her a shot to tranquilize her—not that
she had offered the slightest resistance to anything they
did, but lay, tightly wrapped, on the stretcher as they
wheeled her into the van and screeched away. The new