A FALLEN OFFICER
Glenn Turner was a big strong cop, a good friend, a loyal husband, and a loving son. But Glenn died in agony--his body racked with spasms, his mind plunged into delirium. And by the time he was found dead, Glen's wife was more than ready for his funeral.
A SEDUCTIVE WIDOW
Julia "Lynn" Turner, a former sheriff's assistant and 911 operator, had a thing for men in uniform--and for their money. While detectives and forensic examiners ruled Glenn's death the result of a virulent flu, time would tell another story. Lynn was already secretly living with Randy Thompson, a firefighter, who would meet the same excruciating death...
A POISONOUS TRUTH...
Driven by family who would not give up their quest for justice, a new investigation and an explosive trial eventually exposed the truth about a woman who had a way of making men die, and about a means of murder that was pure intoxicating evil.
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May 01, 2007
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Excerpt from Black Widow by Marion Collins
Chapter One Death in the Afternoon At 2:00 p.m. on Thursday, March 2, 1995, 911 operator Lynn Turner and her policeman husband, Glenn, arrived at the door of the emergency room at the Kennestone Hospital in Marietta, Georgia. Glenn was doubled over, clutching his stomach and moaning. He told the attending doctor that he had been throwing up for days. He’d also had blinding headaches and nosebleeds, and was dizzy when he stood up. It hadn’t been Lynn’s idea to have him seek help, she was sure that all that was wrong with him was a flu bug that would simply run its course; she wanted someone in the E.R. to take a look at a bump on her head. When Glenn heard she was going, he had come along for the ride. He’d been ill for most of that week. On Tuesday, the motorcycle cop had called into the East Cobb 4th Precinct where he worked the 3:00-to-11:00 p.m. shift and said he would not be reporting for duty. His shift supervisor, Sergeant Mike Archer, took the call. “He got on the phone, and he was just moaning, saying he was throwing up, had diarrhea and cramps. He said, ‘Man, I’ve never been this sick. I feel like I’m about to die. I’ve been like this for days and I can’t shake it. I’ve never hurt this bad,’ and I’m like, ‘Dang!’ “I said, ‘You going to be all right?’ He said, ‘Man, I don’t know. I ain’t never hurt like this. I’ll let you know if I’m going to work tomorrow or not.’ He called in sick three days, and the last day he called in sick, you could hear it in his voice, he was shaking as he was talking on the phone.” Glenn sounded so bad that for a fleeting second, Archer wondered if his strapping friend was really as ill as he claimed. “He’d never been that sick before and I’m thinking, when you call in sick to work you have to act sick, you know, and so I wasn’t sure, and then I called in the schedule to radio. The lady there said, ‘Well, that’s funny, because Lynn called in sick the last three days, too.’ Red lights started going up.” When his lieutenant came in, he shared his misgivings. “I told him and he said, ‘Something isn’t right, someone’s got to go out there, something’s going on. Why don’t you ride out there and check? Go to the house.’ Well, that Thursday we got busy, and I really didn’t want to go out and check on Glenn because I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t trusting him, but we just got so busy I never got the chance.” After checking him out, the doctor at Kennestone agreed with Lynn’s diagnosis that Glenn had come down with a powerful and debilitating virus. Vomiting and diarrhea had left him dehydrated and his heart was racing. Alarming though it was for him, dehydration was easily treated. Stretched out on the hospital gurney and attached to an IV that pumped fluids into his body, he was expected to bounce back fairly quickly. When the first bag emptied out, his vital signs were checked again. The doctor frowned: the patient was not perking up as he should have. “Give him another one,” he instructed a nurse. As the second dose of lifesaving liquids finished dripping into his vein, his wife, whose knock on the head had required no treatment, stood impassively at his side while the doctor discharged Glenn with medication to alleviate the nausea. Four and a half hours after they’d checked in, the Turners were on their way back to their home at 881 Old Farm Walk, Marietta. Glenn felt much better. Later that sa