in pleasantville, iowa, so much of the rhythm of life is set by the seasons, turning the acreage, planting the seed, then bringing in the harvest, corn and soy, mostly. so that june morning in 2015 dawned with no particular omens. shirley carter and her husband, bill, started their day as they always did, with coffee at the general store. >> we went to coffee every morning at milo, to casey's. that was a ritual. >> reporter: after coffee, saying hello to neighbors, they bounced back down the gravel road to home. bill dropped off shirley at the top of the driveway. >> i let her out of the pickup, and she said, "i think i'll finish my coffee before i chore. and i said, "honey, i'll see you between 11:00 and 11:30." >> reporter: you never know, do you, bill? >> you don't know. >> reporter: bill headed off to sell a load of corn at the granary about an hour away. by 11:00 a.m., he remembers being just a few miles from home when he got a call from his daughter. >> and she said, "dad, mom's dead. jason found her." >> reporter: jason, bill's son, had called 9-1-1. this is what he said. >> my mom