Steve Christensen had just stepped out of the elevator en route to his sixth- floor office in Salt Lake City, one arm filled with Cokes and doughnuts for an early-morning meeting. At his office door, Christensen, 31, reached down to pick up a cardboard parcel with his name on it, and a shrapnel-filled bomb inside blew up in his face, killing him. Some 90 minutes later, in the hilly suburb of Holladay southeast of the city, Kathleen Sheets, 50, returned home from a walk. She bent down to pick up a curious package, with her husband's name on it, sitting by...
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