The Story of Eric Rudolph

My family owns a log cabin down just outside of this one stoplight town called Marble in North Carolina. In 1998, my grandma was out at the cabin on her lonesome. She heard about these bonds that had been going off in Georgia and Alabama. The cops had a suspect they wanted to talk to, but he'd gone on the run. Grandma says filling up this guy's backpack with jerky and peaches when she looks up at him and stops. I didn't catch your name, grandma said. What? Grandma asked. "Eric Rudolph"