A 1992 Death in Guatemala, and a Wife's Questions Linger
On the last morning of his life, Peter Tiscione frantically telephoned his wife from his hotel room in downtown Guatemala City to confide his terror: "Sweetheart, you must be brave. I don't think I'll be allowed to leave." "Are you sure?" Bernice Tiscione pressed him. But by the last time she called back that August night in 1992, he was dead, slumped in a bathtub fully clothed, his neck stabbed four times, his valuables untouched and his documents strewn across the floor.
