The Black Widow Killer

Two men. Two murders. Too many questions.

By Alanna Nash from Reader's Digest | November 2005

Two months later, Glenn moved in with Lynn, and the couple set a wedding date for August 1993. Long before then, at his fiancée’s urging, Glenn named Lynn the beneficiary on his insurance policies. When they found out, the Rat Pack were shocked. To this day, they don’t know if Glenn realized that Lynn was facing a world of debt. Her house and car payments nearly amounted to her take-home pay (her annual salary was less than $20,000), and she faced hefty charges for over-the-limit spending on her credit cards and in her checking account.

Glenn’s mother felt funny as the wedding day approached. “Lynn was such a strange girl,” Kathy said.

As if an omen, the couple was unable to light the unity candle during the wedding ceremony. And Glenn’s brother, James, offered a less than cheerful traditional best man’s toast at the reception: “I feel like I’m more at a funeral than a wedding,” he said. “I don’t see this working out, but I hope for the best.” The Rat Pack took bets as to how long the marriage would last.

In fact, the couple’s relationship began to fray even before the honeymoon was over. Lynn was furious that Glenn had booked them on a family cruise, instead of the luxury version. Soon after their return, Glenn complained to his buddies that Lynn was suffering from “female problems” and could no longer participate in their once very active sex life. Six months into the marriage, the two took to sleeping in separate bedrooms.

Still, Glenn catered to his wife. Says his riding partner, David Dunkerton, “He’d call her while we were working and say, ‘Hey, can I bring you something to eat?’ Most of the time she was downright rude to him. He’d hang up and say, ‘Why do I even bother?’”

Lynn continued to spend wildly, buying a Datsun 240Z on a credit card, and booking out-of-town pleasure trips. To keep up with the bills, Glenn, whose salary was in the $26,000 range, began to work an extra job at a gas station. “And still, Lynn put him on a budget the last year of his life,” recalls his sister, Linda. “Twenty bucks a week.”

Finally, he’d had enough. Once dedicated to saving his marriage, Glenn began taking steps toward divorce. Ten days before his death, which occurred on the day he was to move out, Glenn told a friend that Lynn had threatened to shoot him with his service revolver. “If anything happens to me,” he said to Dunkerton, “look at Lynn.”

Kathy Turner was as suspicious as Glenn’s friends were after her son’s death. Scanning the autopsy report, she made a list of questions. At the top: a green substance in Glenn’s stomach at the time of death, which Kathy thought might have been the Jell-O Glenn had been eating while sick. Still, she wanted to have further testing done, but was told that could only be accomplished if she paid for a private autopsy, which would cost several thousand dollars. “I didn’t have that kind of money,” says Kathy, who cleans homes for a living.

When she contacted Glenn’s friends, the guys bitterly complained about how emotionless Lynn seemed at Glenn’s funeral. Several had overheard her saying, “I’ve got to get the hell out of here,” at the funeral home, and spotted her there walking hand-in-hand with another Cobb County officer.

Kathy and the Rat Pack agreed that if foul play was involved in Glenn’s death, Lynn definitely had something to do with it. They decided to talk to as many of the higher-ups as they could, hoping that his death would be further investigated.

What they didn’t know at that point was that four days after Glenn was buried, Lynn rented an apartment, listing one Randy Thompson as “occupant.” Lynn had actually become involved with Randy less than a year after marrying Glenn. As she’d done with Glenn, she aggressively courted Randy, buying him gifts and taking him on a week-long cruise. Randy, a divorced father of one, had no idea his girlfriend was married.

Randy Thompson was a rugged Forsyth County sheriff’s deputy who would eventually become a firefighter. Like Glenn Turner, he was a jocular, kind-spirited man. His sister, Kimberly Savage, an epileptic, remembered how, as a child, she’d once had a seizure on the school bus. Her protective brother had “tried to hide me, because he knew that it bothered me to be seen that way.” When Randy loved, she says, “he loved with his whole heart.”