This is Murder She Told, true crime stories from Maine, New England, and small town USA.

I'm Kristen Zeevy.

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It was the summer of 1971, 18-year-old Lynn Schultzies final summer before heading off to Middlebury

College. She was a part of a tight-knit group of about a dozen friends from Simsbury High School,

and she found herself spending her last moments of youth in her familiar stomping grounds.

She and her cohorts took turns on the rope swing, splashing down in Simsbury reservoir,

a small body of water just walking distance from her house. It was tucked away from the

prying eyes of watchful parents, and as she flew through the air, she could almost taste the

independence of adulthood. The suburban brigands would have their adventures together,

exploring the woods and the foothills of Western Connecticut. Never too far from home,

sometimes camping and playing in an abandoned cabin not far from her home with friends.

Lynn was bright and displayed an intuition that revealed itself in her performance on standardized

tests. She had aced the PSATs, earning herself a spot amongst those upper echelon of students

who were commended by the National Merit Scholarship Program. It paved the way,

along with her strong academics for her to be accepted by Middlebury College. A quaint,

private liberal arts school nestled in the valley west of the Green Mountains in rural Vermont.

It is one of the little ivies, a group of highly academic private schools in New England that

rival their big brothers. Lynn was petite, 5 foot 3 inches, 110 pounds, with straight shoulder

length dark blonde hair and blue eyes. Her face showed some scars of puberty, she was struggling

with acne. Her father Otto described her as quite independent and self-reliant, and her sister

said that she was outgoing and got along well with people. She had a verb for life,

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