‘Oh God,’ the voice was twisted with fear and horror, but the dispatcher was calm in the face of the caller’s distress. ‘She’s got a knife in her neck.’ It was 9.40 pm, just two days after Christmas 2011 and Russ Faria had arrived home to find his wife lying, blood splattered, on the floor. His immediate assumption was that she had killed herself. Betsy was in the latter stages of terminal cancer, and often her condition got on top of her.
The seditious disease had started in her breast and had now spread to her liver. The pain and stress of living with such a condition is inconceivable to imagine for those who have not suffered from its spreading tentacles. It is of little wonder that Russ should leap to the conclusion that his wife had committed suicide.
Yet despite the indescribable horror of seeing his wife lying lifeless on the floor of their Troy, Missouri, home, forty-one year old Russ could not have conceived of the trauma that was about to play out in his own life, not just in the immediate aftermath of the tragedy of his wife’s death but for years and years afterwards.
‘Why should she do this to me?’ he asked the operator who answered his 911 call. His words were spoken through twisted tears.
However, it took little investigation for the authorities to discover that Russ’s initial conclusion was far from the truth. A medical examiner found that Betsy had been stabbed no less than fifty-five times. The attack on her had been so savage that her arm had nearly been severed from her body. She had not killed herself but had been the victim of a vicious and prolonged assault.
So, was Betsy killed in a frenzied attack carried out on her disease riddled body? Or was her death even more complicated than this?