He was tall and somewhat heavy, and appeared to be about her age-she was fifty-six. The footsteps came closer, and then a jogger passed her. It was just after six, on a warm Saturday in late July of 1998 she liked the quiet and the early-morning light. ![]() Illustration by Mark UlriksenĪs Susan Greer was walking her golden retriever one morning near her home, in Morristown, New Jersey, she heard footsteps behind her. ![]() Susan Greer didn’t care what her friends thought-she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.
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