The few people who have responded to my blogs about the horrendous murder of Stacey Burns lead me to write this one.
Here are several challenges and these may very well determine where Murder in a Small Town: The Tragic Death of Stacey Burns goes from here.
I will be in New Hampshire for over a week in the middle of May. (Around the same time as Stacey’s murder appoaches its FOURTH anniversary)
1. While I’m there, I’d like to talk to those who originally told me I could use their comments in my book but then withdrew that permission. (You know who you are)
2. While I’m there, I would dearly love to speak with Scott Gilbert, the cold case detective now in charge (according to what I’ve been told) of the Stacey Burns murder case.
3. While I’m there, I would like to be able to ask my simple two questions mentioned in previous blogs to ANY of the people mentioned previously in my blogs.
4. While I’m there, I’d like the brutal killer of this poor woman to simply have the courage to step forward, admit what he/she did and give it up!
5. While I’m there, I’d like someone to place at least a small degree of validation on what I’ve tried to do in the past two and half years.
Please contact me via website (www.dukesouthard.com) or any other sources that are readily available to do so. If this effort to meet personally with anyone who would like his/her story told in the book is not successful, I’ll certainly have to consider the possiblity that maybe this sad story is slowly fading.
In yesterday’s Tucson daily paper, within four columns and eight inches of depth, there were four killings detailed. That is one day’s count. How many murders have there been in New Hampshire since Stacey Burns was killed?
Let me know if you are interested in meeting with me about this murder. Actually, let me know if you are not interested. That will tell a tale in itself!
I lived right across the street from Stacey Burns. I was her neighbor. One of her daughters Kelly was one of my friends. Everyday I look out the window and see that house. The house that practically my second mom lived in, was murdered in. But everyday its different. Everyday Im different. Everyday I’m slowly loosing more and more hope. Everyday that house is getting worse and worse. I knew the family pretty well, and I know a lot about the case, so if you have an questions shoot me an email. Loved your blog, and agree justice needs to be served.