It was cloudy that day, warmer than usual in Pasadena, Texas. By evening it was still in the upper eighties. Texans will tell you, it’s not just the heat; the humidity there can take lead from your step, and some say it's why, on November 14, 2008, two men lay dead from an otherwise straightforward 911 call.
A computer technician, a native son of the Lone Star State, Arlen Hunter was twice divorced and newly retired. His days were spent in the woods hunting deer, or fishing for crappie, catfish and bass.
That night in November, at 10:33, Arlen sat in his kitchen and stared at a box of Krispy Kreme donuts. He was trying to decide between chocolate and glazed. He went with the chocolate; life was too short. His second wife, Judy, was always at him about eating better. She yammered away, first with the donuts, then with the beer. Like a grown man can’t have a Bud now and then. She kept on and on and would not let it go; he cold cocked her
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