I'm Kristen Ceevy. This is murder she told.

In Springfield, Massachusetts, on the day after Christmas, a park's department employee was checking the grounds at Blunt Park.

Blunt Park was a big gathering area for the community, and it was right next to the neighborhood

schools.

It was bordered on the north by Springfield Central High School

and on the south by Margaret Ells Elementary. It had a big pool, basketball courts, a skating rink,

and a senior center. When the weather was good, it was filled with people of all ages,

shooting hoops, jumping rope, swimming and walking. But at 6.55 a.m. the day after Christmas,

the area was eerily quiet and desolate. Strings of unlike Christmas lights were black against

the early morning sky. It hadn't been a white Christmas. There were still no snow on the ground.

The park attendant liked being there this time a day, when everything was still.

The mild weather meant it was comfortable to walk around in a jacket and sneakers.

As they made their way to the Roosevelt Avenue entrance, they noticed something out of place.

The early morning light was weak, and at first all that was visible was a dark shape

against the low wooden fence. It took a minute to register what they were seeing. Draped over the

wooden fence next to the entrance was the nude body of a woman covered in blood. It appeared unlikely

she was still alive. Horrified and not knowing whether

the attacker was still nearby, the attendant rushed to the nearest phone. It was 1990,

before the modern cell phone era. When police arrived, they searched the area and found a pair

of sneakers, a pair of jumper cables, and

some of the woman's clothing scattered nearby. The amount of blood at the scene reminded

them of the shootings that they were all too familiar with, but they found no gun. They

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