It was cold, the day known as Durksmara was buried.

Edizmo-Glubi Hay settled on the hundreds of mourners who walked to the first Christian

Disciples of Christ Church that morning, fast homes decorated with their usual hodgepodge

of sacred and secular.

Raindeer joyfully perched in one yard, and the tithy scenes solemnly settled on the next.

It was three days before Christmas, but there was no spiritual or whimsical uplift to

be had.

Not on this day.

It's easy to imagine the side-long looks Kevin Jones and his family must have gotten,

as they walked into the old brick church for known as funeral.

By now, many of the people there knew that Kevin had not shown up for known as visitation

the night before, because he was being questioned by investigators.

And it was surely noticed that on this morning, known as long-time boyfriend was not seated

next to her family for the funeral service.

Oh yes, on this morning, everything Kevin Jones did or it didn't do was noticed, commented

upon.

I think he and his friends were the only people who showed signs of laughter and light-heartedness

at the entire funeral.

I saw on camera one thing where he was smiling.

I guess, you know, is he not allowed to ever smile again?

I don't know.

Less than a mile away at that moment, the Russellville police chief James Bacon was preparing

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