Susan Spencer

Her tale began back in the late 80s when she was living in North Carolina with one Tony Harwood, a mover for North American Van Lines.

We were together about three years off and on.

She said she would never forget the bizarre story he told her after an overnight run to Palm Beach.

There's this rich white man that wants to have his black wife taken care of.

But Tony loved to brag, and Belinda's reaction was more or less, oh sure, some guy wants you to kill his wife.

Harwood insisted his story was true, explaining that there were other people in on the job too, and that it would come off the next time he went to Georgia.

I was like, oh, okay.

The story's getting real good.

But Harwood came back disappointed, saying the intended victim hadn't cooperated, refused to answer the door.

Whereupon Belinda joked that, well, if you want a woman to come to the door, take her flowers.

I wish I'd never said that.

Because that's exactly what happened.

When Harwood returned from a second trip to Atlanta, he said the job was done.

Did you believe him this time?

No.

I still didn't believe him.

By now, Harwood was determined to prove he wasn't making it up.

Telling Belinda to get in the car, he drove overnight to a roadside diner.

She has no idea what it was called or even what state it was in, but she remembers clearly what happened there.

Then the man pushed a newspaper across the table.