Judy Earp knew it. When her boyfriend stopped picking up her calls and replying to her texts, she knew he had been killed. When he didn't make his flight back to Northern California after a last-minute trip to Las Vegas, she called the police three days in a row. She told them she believed something terrible had happened. She gave them the names of the people she thought had done it.
For a week, she waited to hear what she already knew. Finally, she heard from the police: Dr. Thomas Burchard, her 71-year-old partner of 17 years, had been found dead. His body had been stuffed into the trunk of a car and abandoned in the Nevada desert. Earp wanted to fly to Vegas to be sure it was really him, to see for herself what she'd been imagining since he disappeared. The funeral home told her not to come. "They couldn't do any restoration on his face," she says. "They told me he was green and blue. They strongly discouraged it, so I didn't go." She didn't need the coroner to tell her that he'd been "tortured," she says—that his death had not been quick. She knew that, too.
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