Mutilated for money?
Staggering barefoot through the scorching desert, Mary Barnes, 53, knew that time wasn’t on her side.
She knew that her flatmate Michael lay stricken back in the sandy wasteland.
Beaten, burnt, bloody, doused in bleach.
He was dying.
Finally, she stumbled on to a road, where a passing police officer spotted her.
Mary was frantic, her hands still tied behind her back, a blindfold on her head.
The police officer radioed for help.
Yet when Mary led them to Michael, the 28-year-old owner of a medical marijuana dispensary was lying on his side in the dirt.
Horrific injury
Hands bound behind his back, eyes swollen shut, his torso
