Death In the Family William Noble

The big story. I'm driving as fast as I can and I'm bleeding, momly. We'll be in the hospital in a few minutes. Momly, I know I feel good. Keep your hands tight over the bullet hole.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die. No. You'll be all right as soon as I can get you to the... ...the pier, Michigan. The story of a reporter who followed through to the end.

One of the most brutal atrocities in American criminal history. LaPierre Michigan. The story is it actually happened. Bill Noble's story as he lived it. Michigan, Indian summer, midnight. And you, Bill Noble, reporter for the LaPierre Press, are driving home after a pleasant visit at a friend.

The night hangs softly, peacefully, over the dark rolling hill. Ahead of you, a strange light flickers. You wonder what it is. But as you come nearer, you stop wondering. You can see a house burning now.

The entire upper floor is a flam. As you drive into the ground, your headlights light up a man and a young boy lying on the ground. Oh, obviously. Yeah. How do you know about this as soon?

I just passing by, Sheriff. Say this is awful. You've got here myself. Hey, are you the sheriff? That's right. I'm a neighbor. Javits, my name. I just looked through the house. There's no one else in there.

Hey, Ellie! Ellie! Who are you calling? My daughter. She said the wife and another child was still in the house, but I... You find them, Papa? Ain't no one in the house, Ellie. But you said they was.

I looked upstairs and downstairs until the smoke drove me out. I tell you, there ain't no one in there. Who's supposed to be in there? His wife and daughter. That living room downstairs, a bloody mess, right all over on the chair, so far on the rug, even on the walls.