July 11, 1998 |
Ammie Murray noticed the car out of the corner of her eye. There was something odd about it. The car was an aging maroon Pontiac. It was parked on a narrow side road that led off into a swamp along the Congaree River. People used those rutty old roads to go fishing. The odd thing was that the car was full, at a dead stop and facing out. That made her uneasy, but she drove on, at 30 mph or so, over the sand and the washouts that covered Old State Road.