Stacy was shot in the face - twice - and left to die. The first time the killer thought he had succeeded, and he left 15-year-old Stacy bleeding in her bed. But a few minutes later he must have heard her moaning and returned to her upstairs bedroom. This time he approached the bed, pointed a .22 caliber rifle at her young face, and pulled the trigger again. Later that morning, Memorial Day, May 25, 2005, the Logan County Sheriff would declare it a rampage. According to Sheriff Henry, the night before his high school graduation 18-year-old Scott Moody went on a shooting spree. He murdered his two grandparents, his mother, a high school classmate, his girlfriend, and then he turned the rifle on himself, committing suicide. Stacy would survive. Three days later, she woke up in intensive care. When asked by the county coroner to explain what happened - clearly expecting her to say that her brother, Scott, had shot her - Stacy, in a weak, distressed voice said something else. It was an older man with gray hair, wearing a blue shirt, someone she had never seen before. It was only a matter of time before wrongful death actions were filed against Scott's estate. That's when Scott's father, wanting to remove the stigma that his son was the shooter, hired outside experts to successfully refute the idea. People in the community knew all along what had happened. The sheriff's office was corrupt. Underage sex and illicit drugs had finally raised their ugly heads.
Stacy was shot in the face - twice - and left to die. The first time the killer thought he had succeeded, and he left 15-year-old Stacy bleeding in her bed. But a few minutes later he must have heard her moaning and returned to her upstairs bedroom. This time he approached the bed, pointed a .22 caliber rifle at her young face, and pulled the trigger again. Later that morning, Memorial Day, May 25, 2005, the Logan County Sheriff would declare it a rampage. According to Sheriff Henry, the night before his high school graduation 18-year-old Scott Moody went on a shooting spree. He murdered his two grandparents, his mother, a high school classmate, his girlfriend, and then he turned the rifle on himself, committing suicide. Stacy would survive. Three days later, she woke up in intensive care. When asked by the county coroner to explain what happened - clearly expecting her to say that her brother, Scott, had shot her - Stacy, in a weak, distressed voice said something else. It was an older man with gray hair, wearing a blue shirt, someone she had never seen before. It was only a matter of time before wrongful death actions were filed against Scott's estate. That's when Scott's father, wanting to remove the stigma that his son was the shooter, hired outside experts to successfully refute the idea. People in the community knew all along what had happened. The sheriff's office was corrupt. Underage sex and illicit drugs had finally raised their ugly heads.
