The Omaha woman had taken great care to fix up her 1925 bungalow in the Benson area. The then-computer trainer at Peter Kiewit Sons’ Inc. renovated the 572-square-foot home, made the payments and painted the front door pink.

She and her chihuahua, Lily, were fast asleep in the bedroom on that July night. The next thing she remembers was Mosher standing over her, his warm breath reeking of alcohol. In excruciating pain, she groaned at him to call 911.

Mosher responded, “Do we have to?”