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    At Dawn She Died
    At Dawn She Died
    At Dawn She Died
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    At Dawn She Died

    By Linda Scott

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    "Sangamon County 9-1-1, What's your emergency?"
    "It's my wife, she's not breathing."
    "Does she have any medical problems?
    "No. She's been shot!"
    On May 26, 2014 Delia Parish was found shot to death as she slept. The pretty blonde had a bright future. A sheriff's jailer, her dream was to be a deputy just like her dad,Chief of Deputies Clu Carpenter, she was happily married and expecting their first child.Her husband Jed Parish was a security guard, he too looking forward to a law career. The couple was well thought of, by everyone except their neighbor. Jed and their neighbor had an ongoing dispute over what seemed like everything. Who else but the neighbor would have sneaked into the Parish home that early morning and taken Delia's life? Although perfect isn't always what it seems.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLinda Scott
    Release dateMay 20, 2019
    ISBN9780463840900
    At Dawn She Died
    Author

    Linda Scott

    Born in El Paso, Texas, I grew up in Iowa and was lucky enough to have parents that that had money to travel, a truck and 45' fifth wheel, and liked to travel. I've been in almost all of the fifty states, from the east coast to the west and have visited small bits of Canada and Mexico. As a major in history, I've visited the battlefield of the Little Big Horn; on three different occasions, Gettysburg Battlefield, and the Battle of Athens (which most have never visited, it sits on the border of Iowa and Missouri). I've been to as big a places as the Smithsonian Institute and small places as the grave of Chief Wapello located in Agency, Iowa and The Grotto of the Redemption in northern Iowa, which is well worth anyone's time, especially if you like rocks and history. I grew up, as ole horsemen say, on the back of a horse. I started riding by myself when I was three and when I was sixteen I started working at the tracks of Standardbred racing barns during the summers when we weren't travelling. After graduating high school I bought a couple of race horse; a six month old dark bay filly named J.C's "Blitz" DeVane and a little later a yearling sorrel colt named "Breezy" Judge, which I trained and raced myself, only needing to acquire a fair license to do so, compared to those who had pari-mutual license. My horse racing came to an abrupt end a few years later with a barn fire, in which none of the 12 head of horses died, The horse I'm pictured with is Breezy, the best horse I ever owned (and I've owned a lot of horses of different breeds) and passed from this earth when he was 25 years old. I went to college, attended R.O.T.C.; went to Fort Knox, Kentucky for basic training and earned a B.A. in history. My interest lying mostly in American history. Other than the above, many other experiences in life, and living in different places, have given me good resources for my writing: 1. Staying with my grandparents on their farm when I was very young is where I learned to ride and gave me knowledge of farming, which I later helped a farmer near where I grew up. 2. I work for my father; who is a Certified Public Accountant, doing taxes and bookkeeping. I started working for him when I was in middle school, and after health problems in our family, have come back to help him as of 2019. 3. I managed my dad's used car lot in Fairfield, Iowa. 4. I drove a semi with a 52' trailer over the road for 13 years. 5. I worked real estate and did real estate appraisal as a second job to OTR. 6. I've done construction work (helping my dad and brother put up my dad's office building from the ground up, plus many other projects for my dad, many which included pouring concrete every Fourth of July for more years than I care to think about. 7. I worked for a local manufacture making cabinets 8. While in college I cleaned at a hotel to pay my way through the first two years. 9. After college, while driving OTR (after the RE job) I sub-taught for two years. 10. I worked security for four years. 11. I do know how to cook, make garden and can food. That's my life wrapped up in a peanut shell. I decided to write non-fiction under my real name and fiction under the name GiAnna Moratelli. Just a good idea I thought to keep the two of them seperate.

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      At Dawn She Died - Linda Scott

      At Dawn She Died

      Based on a True Story

      By

      Linda J. Scott

      COPYRIGHT 2015

      Linda J. Scott

      SMASHWORDS EDITION

      This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      At Dawn She Died is a story of a murder that occurred in a rural community, May 26, 2014. The location of the murder and names of the victim, the accused, and those involved in the investigation have all been changed to protect those individual’s rights and privacy.

      The interrogation of the victims spouse in this story is taken in part by the actual police recording of the interview by one of the case agents, who was involved in the real investigation. Conversations and wording between the victim’s spouse and sheriff’s deputy at the time of his arrival at the crime scene were taken from the deputy’s police car’s dash cam.

      The author grew up in this area and knows the location well. I was acquainted with some of those who were witnesses, and those who were involved and accused, but I am un-bias in regards to this case and have written it as an outsider looking in.

      Chapter One

      It was 5:00 the morning of May 26th , 2014. It was dark and would be for thirty more minutes before the sun would begin to rise or the birds would begin singing to announce the pleasant day that had been forecasted. Three deer grazed beside a long driveway of a freshly mown lawn. It was a large lawn, it stretched from a single wide trailer house to the edge of a field, a gravel driveway wound along a quarter-a-mile away, hiding the house from the road. The deer felt safe by their surroundings of field and forest; the hunting season being over for several months, now new fawn lay alongside their mothers as they grazed. The acreage they were grazing on was separated from the nearest neighbor by a wire fence. But the ideology of what’s safe can sometimes be misleading.

      A single blast from a shotgun inside the trailer startled the deer, causing them to jump. They looked in the direction the sound had come from, but not seeing anything that looked intimidating or threatening they nervously went back to grazing.

      Sagamon County 9-1-1, what’s your emergency?

      It’s my wife, she’s not breathing.

      Does she have any medical problems?

      No. She’s been shot! I’m going to fucking kill who the hell did this! I was getting ready for work and I heard a gunshot, the man cried. I came running out. And she’s shot in the side.

      Sheriff’s Deputy Hank Hanley was getting ready to finish his shift when the call came over his radio. At first the dispatcher said that a woman was unresponsive, but then added that there had been a shooting. Flipping on the cruisers light bar, Hank accelerated the car to eighty miles per hour. He was already on the outskirts of town, not far from the address of the 911 call. Turning onto a gravel road, he slowed the car a little to keep it under control, watching for deer, as he managed the curvy country road.

      Twelve minutes after he’d received the call, Hank pulled into the long driveway. Although he didn’t know the occupants personally, he was familiar with them, the woman being the daughter of Chief Deputy Clu Carpenter.

      As he approached the trailer house, the headlights from his car beamed up onto the porch and he saw a shirtless man leaning over a wood rail. Getting out of his car Hank pulled the strap back from the automatic pistol he carried. He could hear the man sobbing as he approached. We got a 9-1-1 call, are you the one who called it in? He asked, as he walked up, noting the man was barefoot, wearing a pair of cargo shorts.

      She’s dead! the man cried, as Hank stepped up to the porch.

      "Are you

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