Once again a crime story out of North Carolina demonstrates that state's ridiculously uneven & too often Get The Rope Ready pathetically inadequate doled out "justice." They had this Baby Town Black Widder right where they wanted it - as much only a (dyed) hairsbreadth away from the chair as that goofylooking ex-cop, which since it wasn't decked out in stylish Orange Crush jailhouse fashion, was able to lull the viewers into buying this "friend" tale until it yanked that ratty rug out from under us & whoops! (s)urprise! Yet another filthy killer cop was exposed. That was bad enough, but the revelation that karmic justice had intervened in this stinking plot & derailed it courtesy of a so-appropriate rear end crash that just barely didn't reveal the whole truth, yet because the place is too sleepy to have crisp suspicion reflexes to enquire "whatcha got in there?" that poor man stuffed in the damaged trunk who might have been alive but incapacitated was instead spirited away by this cretinous couple & unfairly killed to death. That crappy cow should've got pitiless LWOP along with that non-Hot Rod Lincoln. But that female slimebucket didn't get completely away with it, & whenever it oozes out of prison it ain't gonna be back to its dirty business as usual, cause there'll be few interested in dating, let alone marrying, an older murderess with 1 innocent man's blood on its mitts. That itself will be of some further justice. M. H. R. I. P.
Review of Janet Harrell
