Their other lives, the ones they had invented in the cold glow
of computer screens, the ones they made forbidden and thrilling late
at night over the clippity rhythm of their keyboards, those lives
died with Sharon Lopatka.
In the end, the electronic alter egos were ethereal. What was
left was the common reality of a sordid killing, and Robert Glass
wondering what to do with Lopatka's limp, heavy body.
Sharon Lopatka, 35, left Maryland's Carroll County to find her
death in rural North Carolina at the faded, ramshackle trailer home
of a man she had met on the Internet. Her death -- the police call
it murder, the attorney for Glass calls it an accident -- exposed
the fanciful second ...