BLOOD SPORT: A DEAL GONE BAD

SUSAN MCDOUGAL STRETCHED HER legs in the ample passenger space of her husband Jim's light green Mercedes 280-S as it cruised north along the winding Route 65 to the resort town of Eureka Springs, Arkansas. It was a mild, brilliantly sunny winter day in early 1978. Susan was wearing bell-bottom pants and a tight white tank top; she knew her husband liked the impression she made as they traveled along the rural highways. Susan gazed out on the rugged hills of north-central Arkansas and thought how pretty it was. They passed occasional signs advertising campgrounds and raft trips down the White...