When McCauley, seventy-five, died four years after his case was tried, police found him in his lime-hauling truck at 4 a.m. in the middle of a pasture—he’d crashed through a fence. Several near-empty bottles of pills, prescribed just two days earlier, were strewn on the seat next to him. A state trooper told McCauley’s daughter and wife that he died of a heart attack, but his daughter believes he was murdered over a bad drug deal. His head was blown apart, she said, as if from a gun.
