“Everybody was leaving the costume party. They were going to a packing shed and party some more. My brother George and his wife were both sleeping when they got another phone call."
Grace Stevenson: "For years I kept saying, ‘He killed my mom, he killed my mom, but he didn’t mean to do that.'"
Posted July 30, 1992
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Evil sometimes strikes like Imperial Valley heat lightning in the night