Laying the two documents aside, Susan whispered, “Archibald had to be involved. Guns don’t just go off by themselves.”

Picking up the next document she found another police report, this time concerning the unexpected death of Thelma Gehlt while in prison. Beneath that lay the coroner’s report on her death. Reading through the first report, Susan learned that hours after being booked for her husband’s murder, Thelma was dead as well. According to the reporting officer, shortly after being placed in the cell, Thelma slipped in a puddle of water on the cement floor and struck her head on the sink. Immediately after the incident, she appeared to be unaffected, but later that night during rounds she was found lying in her bed—dead, with no other external indications as to Cause of Death.

Placing the report on the sofa with the others, Susan began reading through the coroner’s determination. According to his findings after the autopsy, the doctor listed Cause of Death as cerebral edema, secondary to head wound. Although they did not directly contribute to her death, in the additional information section the coroner had noted several mysterious injuries. Like her husband, Thelma Gehlt had fractured ribs and bruised internal organs, indicative of a crushing blow. He also noted that most of her corneal blood vessels were ruptured.

Standing, Susan scoped up the stack of the 1950 documents and after paperclipping them together, she headed toward the kitchen to get a drink. A few minutes later she was once more seated on the sofa, this time with information from the 1955 murders in her lap. Tucking her legs beneath her, she glanced at her watch and saw that it wasn’t even noon yet. Figuring that she had a few more hours reading ahead of her, she settled into the cushions.

On top was a photograph of a young couple sitting on a blanket atop a grassy hill. Flipping it over, Susan read, “Fourth of July Picnic, Gerald Lews and Roselyn Evans”. Turning back to the photo, she looked at the couple’s smiling faces and wondered if when the photograph was taken, they had received any notes from the “Warning Killer” yet.

Laying the faded black and white picture aside, Susan picked up the first of two pencil sketches. It was of Gerald Lews and showed him as he was entering an office on what appeared to be Burnsville’s Main Street. Again the artist had paid close attention to detail and Susan was even able to see the crease that had been ironed into his pants, and she noticed that the difference in shading on the man’s shoes gave an appearance of a good shoe shine. After a quick glance at the back to ensure the presence of the standard warning message, she laid it aside and began reviewing the next sketch.

The pencil version of Roselyn Evans was immortalized, in profile, while she was window shopping at a bridal boutique. Once again, the detail applied to a drawing that could have been immediately discarded was amazing. The dress that Roselyn was studying was reproduced in its glory, complete with the delicate bead work on the bodice and along the hem. Turning the yellowed paper over to lay it on the sofa, Susan saw the same warning scrolled across the back.

Next she picked up a small imitation leather diary with R.E. embossed in the lower right corner of the cover, and a tattered ribbon hanging down marking the last entry. Susan used the ribbon to open the book and read what the young woman had written as her final entry. “September 20, 1955- Another of the strange warnings came today; Gerry received another one as well. I know he is trying to put on a brave front for my benefit, but I know he is as terrified as I am by all of these mysterious sketches. I just wish I knew who was sending them and why. Well there’s the doorbell, must be Gerry here to pick me up for our date.”