“I want them to know I feel it,” she said in one interview, voice breaking. “Thirty years later, I feel it. And I’m so sorry.”
Whether that remorse is genuine or simply another performance from a woman who spent her life perfecting masks, only Dana Sue Gray knows for certain.
What is certain is that between February and March 1994, three trusting grandmothers opened their doors to a smiling, well-dressed stranger—and paid for that kindness with their lives, all so their killer could enjoy one more frivolous shopping spree.
