James Ferris, a 25-year-old man from Kansas City, Missouri, reached out to someone he knew on September 26, 1985, looking for a place to stay for a short time. The person who answered sounded agreeable, even friendly, and arranged to meet him at a bar that evening. Ferris had no way of knowing the invitation was less hospitality than a trap being set with calm hands and a rehearsed smile.
Later, inside the house on Charlotte Street, Ferris was quietly drugged—crushed tranquilizers hidd
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