Donna Ream glanced at the clock on the wall of the convenience store where she worked in Eugene, Oregon. It was 10.30pm on Sunday, April 10, 1994. Only half an hour more and I can close, she thought.
As she wiped down the counter, Ream overheard her workmate, Fran Wall, talking to her husband on the public phone in an alcove. The two women, both 28 years old, were friends and neighbours in a nearby housing estate.
“I’ll be home soon,” Wall told her husband. “I love you.” She hung up and went around the corner to the rear of the alcove, where the toilet, stockroom and walk-in cool room were located.
Just then, Ream saw a young man outside the entrance. He was dressed in black, his long blond hair…
