The horror happened inside a Super 8 motel room on the edge of this once-proud manufacturing town that supplied Jeeps in World War II.
A young mother and her 4-year-old son were living there with her boyfriend, paying by the day.
It’s not unusual, according to the hotel’s long-time day manager, Anna LePore Conte.
“We saw the little boy,” recalled the 79-year-old, noting her sharp, observant eye. “I saw him a few times. Darling little boy. Sweet little boy. They’d come in the side door. I’d see them pass through.”