On August 22, 1985, Marybeth, then 42, gave birth to her eighth child, Tami Lynne. Like all the other children in Marybeths care, she was destined to have a short life. On December 19, next-door neighbor, Cynthia Walter, who was also a practical nurse, went shopping with Marybeth and later visited her home. I stayed for a few minutes and I wanted to hold Tami, Walter later testified, but Marybeth asked me to give the baby back, so I handed her back and then I went home (June 25, 1987, Albany Times Union)
Later that night, Walter received a frantic telephone call from Marybeth. Cynthia! she said. Get over here right now! When she went next door to see what was wrong, she found little Tami Lynne lying on a changing table. She wasnt moving, Walter said in court, She was purple and I couldnt feel pulse or respiration. She was not breathing (ibid).
Walter tried to determine what was wrong, but there was nothing obvious. At that point, an EMS team arrived at the scene. They immediately scooped up Tami Lynne and sped off to the hospital. When Cynthia asked Marybeth what happened, she told her neighbor that Tami Lynne was tangled in the blanket. At the emergency room, the baby was pronounced dead. There was no cause of death apparent to the emergency room staff, but since they were fully aware of the Tinning family history, suspicion quickly settled upon Marybeth.


As for Marybeths husband, nothing seemed to bother Joe. After each death, he would dress up in the same clothes and dutifully go to the services at the same funeral parlor. He would sit quietly at the wake without complaining and rarely make conversation with anyone. There were things to make me suspicious, he once said to a Times Union reporter, but you have to trust your wife. She has her things to do and as long as she gets them done you dont ask no questions (Wallace).



