Richardson, Texas. A quiet, middle-class suburb of Dallas. It is the early hours of the morning of 4 October 1983. Inside the bedroom of a house on Loganwood Drive lies a critically wounded young woman. She is naked, her wrists are tied to the bed and she is face down with two bullet wounds in the back of her head. Yet somehow she’s still alive.
Just then, her four-year-old son walks into the bedroom. He looks down at his mother and tries to ‘wake her up’. The child then rushes to the phone and calls his father: ‘Momma is sick. I can’t wake her up.’ The father immediately calls the emergency services before rushing over to the house.