Sometime during the evening of Tuesday, Jan. 29, Nicholas James Seminatore scrawled a few notes in his spiral binder, a kind of to-do list that included “pick up iPod at mom’s.”
Seeing footprints in the snow when she got home, Linda Seminatore phoned her son. He said yes, he’d been by for his iPod. They chatted and hung up.
It was quite late when Nick Seminatore called back.![]()
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