Thirty-five-year-old Jay Hendershott was tall and handsome, with a football player's build, a quick wit, and an easy smile. He was a successful photographer, a caring father to his teenage daughter, a thoughtful neighbor, and a helpful friend. Jay was happy and at peace with himself and with his life. And even more importantly, ushering in and adding to this happiness, Jay Hendershott was a man in love. Together, in a three-bedroom ranch on a tree-lined...