- Herman, 11
- Mary Katherine, 10
- Arthur, 7
- Paul, 5
To outsiders, they seemed to have everything.
A successful business.
A beautiful family.
A respected place in the community.
No enemies that anyone knew about.
No obvious reason someone would want them dead.
That is what made what happened next so terrifying.
Because if a family like the Moores could become victims, then anyone could.
The Last Normal Evening
Sunday, June 9, 1912, began like countless other summer days.
The Moore family attended their local Presbyterian Church’s Children’s Day celebration.
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