In 1971 my childhood friend and distant relative was murdered. She was a sweet, quiet, frail person, from a prosperous dairy farming family. In her early twenties she married a popular local boy who was also from another prominent farming family. She was seven months pregnant when they found her body, in her home. She had been savagely raped, knifed, beaten and choked to death and her body staged with a candle inserted in her. The entire small community just felt horrible for the family and mostly her young husband. Her family stood behind him all the way even taking him with them to their winter vacation home in Florida to get away from the horror. Months later, he was charged with and confessed to the murder. It seems he was always the police suspect because the way the house was ransacked, how the drawers were pulled out etc. The police followed him and found he had a girlfriend which was his motive. During the secret investigation local clergy, teachers, relatives were questioned and everyone of them fully vouched for him, never saw an ounce of violence, sweet kind, church every Sunday and excited for the birth of his child, who incidentally was stabbed in her womb.
Wow, what an absolutely horrific story about a truly evil person. That brings tears to my eyes for so many different reasons.