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he found it difficult to suppress his own grief in front of the children.
    Later that day, surrounded by family, Ken hung up the telephone at his home.
    â€œThat was the medical examiner’s office,” Ken said, his voice breaking. “They’ve identified Debra through dental records. It’s no surprise. I knew it was her when I saw her yesterday. She was wearing the necklace I gave her for Christmas and her wedding rings.”
    As friends and family discussed the disappearance and death of Debra, they spoke of the more than twenty women in the Fort Worth area who had been killed or were missing in the past six months. Another body, in a separate location from Debra’s, had been found the same day. None of the slayings had been resolved.
    â€œWe’ve got an animal running loose on the streets in this town. I hope to God somebody somewhere saw something so we can stop this guy,” Ken said.
    Police refused to speculate about who Debra’s killer might be—but they had an idea. They had never heard of the two women killed in Wichita Falls and they’d never heard of Ricky Lee Green, a serial killer on the loose in north Texas who was slaying young women during that time period.
    But they knew Ken Taylor. Clinging to an old cop theory—that murder victims were usually killed by someone close to them—they were convinced Taylor had something to do with the death of his wife.
    Ken Taylor’s nightmare wasn’t over.
    Ken Taylor’s nightmare had only just begun.
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    A few days later, a loud knock at the door interrupted Ken’s private thoughts of Debra.
    â€œWe have a search warrant,” the detectives standing on his porch told Ken as he opened the front door of his Fort Worth home.
    â€œWhat for?” Ken asked, bewildered.
    There was no answer from the officers who pushed past Taylor and began sifting through his personal belongings, scrutinizing his life.
    â€œWhat are you looking for?” Taylor demanded.
    â€œAnything that tells us what happened to your wife,” the detective replied.
    Taylor swore he saw a sneer on the officer’s face, but why? He hadn’t done anything to Debra. He didn’t know who killed her. Two polygraphs had proven that he didn’t know who had taken his wife’s life. Yet, this was the third time the police had searched his home. What could they be looking for that they hadn’t found before?
    Taylor was baffled. He soon learned the reason for the searches, and the accusing looks on the officers’ faces.
    â€œWe need you to come downtown with us to answer some questions,” Taylor was told.
    â€œBut I’ve answered all your questions. What more can I tell you?” Taylor asked.
    â€œWe just need to clear up some facts. We’ll meet you at the station.”
    Taylor dutifully followed the officers to the Fort Worth police station where he endured yet another round of questioning, as well as a third lie detector test.
    He was tired. Weary from the nights of lost sleep over Debra’s disappearance. Spent from the ordeal of identifying her body and planning her funeral. He sat at the table in the interview room at the police station, wondering what could possibly happen next.
    â€œTaylor, we know you killed your wife. Why don’t you just go ahead and tell us about it?” the detective asked matter-of-factly.
    â€œNo. No. I didn’t kill my wife. You must be crazy,” Taylor stated firmly. “I would never hurt Debra.”
    â€œWe’ve talked to your brother-in-law and others that were at the party the night your wife disappeared. They never saw her leave the house. They tell us you were arguing.”
    â€œYeah, we had an argument. She wanted to go out and I didn’t. I guess she decided to go out anyway. No one saw her leave. I don’t know where she went,” Taylor explained. His exasperation was beginning to show.
    â€œHer family seems