By the time we got back to the apartment, I was almost unable to stand
up.  I couldn't breathe and my fever was so high Rule panicked and ran
next door to the Crestwood store, and bought aspirin, cough medicine,
and a thermometer.  I wanted to go to the doctor, but he said no.  He
gave me some brandy, and I didn't wake up for days.  I suspect he put
something in it.  When I did wake up, I was being put in a bathtub of
cold water.  He had called my aunt about my fever.  I was asleep, in bed
naked, and my wet clothes were in the bathroom floor, when the Texas
Rangers and Marion County deputies burst into the room with shot guns
pointing at me, yelling to put my hands over my head.  I was trying to
keep myself covered iwth the sheet.  Ranger Foster told me to hand him
the gun on the bedside table and I did.  It was the Raven .25.  He made
me stand up naked in front of them all and come to the end of the bed
and sign three blank consent forms to search forms.  I didn't know what
they would do if I didn't.  I was afraid one of their guns might go
off.  He said he had an arrest warrant.  A woman deputy, Liz Templin,
came in and got clothes from my closet and took me to the restroom to dress.

    On the way to the jail in Jefferson, TX- 12 miles that
took 40 minutes to drive- Ranger Foster interrogated me.  He had a tape
recorder.  Each time I asked for a lawyer, he'd rewind and tape over
it.  An expert audio analysis would prove it.

     The next day, at the Upshur County jail, where I had been taken in Gilmer, TX,
Brantley Foster came there.  I had written a statement of what had
happened while I was in my cell.  I had been in the hall talking on the
phone when he arrived.  Brantley was in a small office and I went in
there, when I realized he was going to want the statement. I decided to
go get the one in my cell.  I started to go get it, and he grabbed me by
the neck with one hand and slammed the door on my hand with the other. 
I was yelling for help.  It felt like my hand was breaking.  Lt.
Cromley, who was over the jail, was outside the door and he pushed
against it until he could get me out of there and behind him.  He
terminated Brantley's visit with me.  I had told Brantley Foster the
truth after my arrest, but he didn't believe me.  Ranger Dunham, the
lead investigator told all the news media that I had killed the men, and
that I was the biggest drug dealer in East Texas, among other lies. 
Tim Rice had taken the mens bodies to his home county in Red River, then
went and told Ranger Dunham that I had killed them; a pack of lies and
they believed him.  He took them to where he had taken the bodies. 
Ranger Dunham let him go.  He said he had no reason to hold him.  NO
reason- the man takes him to where two bodies are and tells them he put
them there, and they don't even hold him for questioning?  He tells them
that a police officer with an excellent reputation killed these men and
they believe him- a twice convicted felon, known drug-dealer, known
violent- and he just lets him go.  Rice is out there when I was bonded
out.  He made threatening phone calls, harrassing me.  Law officers in
Jefferson wouldn't even check it out.  My husband filed for a divorce
the day I was arrested.  The news media was filled with Rice's lies. 
When autopsy reports came back, they didn't match Rice's story.  He was
arrested in 1993.  He gave Rangers 5 different stories.  He plea
bargained for 15 years for murder in exchange for testifying against me.