April 20Th, 1986, 10 PM
I was watching 9 News to see if my lucky Lotto Picks on the Colorado Lottery would bring me a one in a million fortune. It did not, so I was going to head to bed.
At this very moment my son, Nathan, age 23, was clocking out a Ruth’s Chris, a Denver Lodo restaurant that he had worked at since they opened three years ago.
At this moment Debbie Cameron was picking up food for herself and her daughter, Heather, age 9.
Duncan Cameron, at this moment was waiting in the Parking Garage that both his estranged wife Debbie and my son Nathan used. It sits in the middle of downtown Denver on 15Th between the old Denver Dry on 16Th and California and Neusteders, two departments stores that had gone condo.
Duncan wanted to beg Debbie to come home with him. Her six month lease was up and he was tired of the trial separation. Heather and Debbie were not living with him and Debbie had it in her mind not to return to this controlling environment.
Duncan was a former Prosecuting Attorney in the Denver DA’s office and had a list of upscale clients on his agenda that he could no longer care about.
Heather was a graduate of the University of Northern Colorado and was a successful accountant.
Nathan was a graduating Senior at the University of Northern Colorado and had plans to move out of the downtown loft after graduation on May 11Th. Tonight he was headed over to his Mom’s to study all night in peace and quiet.
Before he headed over there he had boxes in his car to take up to his loft since he was moving. He drove into the parking garage only to witness Duncan stabbing Debbie to death with a knife. Nathan stopped and got out, and confronted Duncan with pepper spray.
Duncan not only had the knife he had his pistol. He shot Nathan once in the face, the bullet crashing into the C2 C3 vertebrae. Duncan then turned to his wife and blamed her for what he had done to Nathan and shot her multiple times.
Debbie and Nathan died that night.
Duncan died on the following Tuesday 18 miles from Barstow on the Interstate. He had fled Colorado, stolen plates in New Mexico and was headed to LAX to fly to New Zealand where he knew he would not be extradited because of our death penalty. He was stopped by a California Highway Patrol Officer. His stolen plates were falling off.
Duncan ate a bullet out of his own gun, rather that go to jail.
Duncan knew this: You may not get death for stabbing your wife, but the odds are much higher if you kill the witness.
The city reacted. This was front page news for a week. Debbie’s friends knew immediately that Duncan had killed Debbie because Duncan saw OJ get off for killing Nicole and Ron Goldman, and he figured he would get off too.
Debra Norville sent a crew to Denver because of the OJ tie in. They asked me in an interview what I thought of the Goldman’s lawsuit. I replied it was a waste of time. They used my sound clip and mentioned my only comfort is found in the Lord.
Today, September 16Th, 2007, I see that OJ is in cuffs and he is in Clark (how appropriate) County jail without bail.
Oh, yes, Shall we Dance with Angels?
Shall we rejoice?