Three loud gunshots awakened Diane Hays just before midnight Sunday.
But before she could get out of bed, Amy Bates, a woman who had been staying with Hays, burst into the room. Bates was calm, but told Hays they needed to leave the house.
A man was dead, Bates said. We’ve got to burn the house down.
No way, Hays told her.
“This is my house,” Hays said.
