Heather Jameson sat up in her room playing with her Barbie dolls like most seven-year-olds did. She was also nosy too. But that came with being a kid. She was hearing a commotion downstairs and stood up looking out her door. She quietly went downstairs and peeked around the living room wall. She saw two men with guns pointing at her parents. The guns went off and she flinched. Her parents sat there lifeless. She wanted to scream out, but kept quiet. She hid under the stairs until the men were gone.
She ran into the living room and saw her parents bodies on the floor.
"Mommy! Daddy!" she cried.
She poked at them trying to get them to move or open their eyes. The cops came in only moments later because the neighbor's had called the cops. Lt. Tim Mason saw Heather hanging onto her mother for dear life.
"Come on sweetie. Let's go outside." Lt. Mason said grabbing her hand.
Heather's clothes were soaked in her mother's blood. She cried all over again as they took her outside.
Anne Richardson had been driving home from church when she saw cops all around the Jameson residence. She immediately stopped the car and got out. She walked over to the police.
"What's going on?" Anne asked.
Then her eyes landed on Heather. "Heather?"
Heather looked up and ran over to her. Anne saw the blood on her clothes.
"Mommy! Daddy!" she cried.
"It's okay sweetie." Anne said trying to comfort her.
Anne kept her away from the scene. The cops wanted to take her downtown, but Anne refused to let them take her.
"She's only a child." Anne said. "You will not interrogate this poor child tonight. She's been through enough."
Anne took Heather into her custody. She had other relatives, of course, but they didn't live near, so Heather stayed close to Anne. Life, to Heather, would never be the same after that.