Confession by Gary Whitmore - HTML preview

Chapter 11

A Killer’s Tale story continued.

The year 1964 rolled around.

It was Sunday, February 9th, the first day of the New Year. Jimmy and Betty relaxed in the living room and watched The Ed Sullivan Show.

Then Ed introduced The Beatles.

“Who the hell are the Beetles? Bugs?” asked Jimmy, as he had never heard of this up-and-coming Rock and Roll band from England.

Jimmy’s eyes widened the second he saw The Beatles on stage. “What the hell? Looks like four girls dressed in suits,” he said.

The Beatles started their song “All My Loving,” and the camera showed all the teenage girls screaming in the audience.

“What the hell kind of music is that?” asked Jimmy, and he couldn’t believe what he saw. “Why are these girls acting crazy for these creeps?”

“They call it Rock and Roll,” replied Betty, with her right foot tapping to the beat of the song.

“I know what Rock and Roll is. But these guys look like girls with their hair. Those four guys have to be queer,” said Jimmy, then got off the sofa.

Betty rolled her eyes. She actually thought the four young lads from Liverpool were cute and adorable.

“I’m heading to my darkroom,” he said, as he couldn’t stand listening to that music.

Betty could not care less; he left the room and liked the music from The Beatles.

While he passed through the kitchen, Jimmy got a new Black Label out of the fridge.

He headed into the garage and then into his darkroom.

While inside the room, he thought about October and couldn’t wait, having a strong craving for another episode.

March rolled around, and Robert Fillert and Carl Meyer drove back to Biloxi to work the Rhonda Wilt case.

Before heading to Keesler Air Force Base, Robert and Carl stopped at the scene where Rhonda was found.

Carl watched while Robert looked the crime scene over with the pictures of Rhonda in hand.

After twenty minutes of searching the ground where Rhonda was found, Robert found no new evidence. But Carl figured that since some months had passed, rubberneckers might come here to check the area out.

After they left the crime scene, Robert and Carl drove east to Keesler to talk with the Air Police. They had an Airman First Class they wanted the FBI to chat with, as this young kid was their first suspect.

It was again July 4th, and like clockwork, Homer returned to Boldger to visit his parents. Of course, Jimmy had to have Homer over for some Black Label beers.

“So Homer, how’s that Fall Slayer case going?” asked Jimmy while he opened up his can of beer.

Homer opened up his can of beer. “Nowhere. Robert went down to Keesler Air Force Base to talk with a suspect the Air Police had down there.”

“Oh, he finally found the killer?”

“Nope, that Airman they suspected had a valid alibi.”

“What was that?”

“The Air Police forgot to check to see he was on leave in Nebraska visiting his parents. So he couldn’t have killed that hooker.”

“Maybe he killed that girl in Alabama?”

“He couldn’t have. He was in advanced training at Chanute Air Force Base in Illinois then.”

“Sounds like he did have a good alibi. So, do they have any other suspects?”

“None. Robert is going nowhere with this case,” said Homer, and then he took a beer. “That’s good for the arrogant bastard.”

Jimmy drank his beer and looked disappointed someone didn’t take the blame for his murders. Still, on the other hand, he was happy because he wanted to continue killing again this fall.

It was now the first week of October.

Jimmy sat at his desk in the police station. He drank a cup of coffee while he looked at a road map of the State of Georgia. He figured that the best way to not get caught was to commit a murder in a different state each fall. That makes it even more difficult for that FBI Agent to find him.

His desk phone rang. “Sheriff Nalla,” he answered the call.

“Hey, big brother,” said Ricky from the phone. “Ricky.”

“I’m so excited about our trip,” said Ricky from

the phone and Jimmy could tell he was from the tone of his voice.

“I’m glad. This will make our annual trip very special.”

“So, where are we going to do it?”

Jimmy glanced at the Georgia map and smiled after locating the perfect spot. “Georgia!” he beamed.

“Georgia sounds great. How do we meet? How do we pick her up? Where do we do it?” Ricky blurted out those questions in rapid succession.

“Calm down. We’ll plan things out once we get there. It’s better that way.”

“Okay, where do we meet?”

Jimmy glanced at the map of Georgia and picked a city that gave him a good feeling. He told Ricky about it, and Ricky agreed.

After their conversation, Jimmy moved away from his desk and walked to the coffee table. He poured a cup of coffee, stood there, and thought about what his third victim would look like.

It was a Friday morning and time for their adventure.

Emily had finished packing Ricky’s suitcase for the trip. She had a black eye from Ricky punching her last night. He had too much beer, and she started to complain. So, he hit her again, and it was becoming increasingly frequent. Emily actually loved this annual event Ricky had with Jimmy.

Their trips left her home alone, and oh, how she wanted to get out of this marriage. However, her father would never allow her to get a divorce from Ricky. So she hoped that just maybe he would get too drunk and get in a car crash. Emily knew that Jimmy and Melvin would never allow her to leave their precious Ricky. So, she tolerated the punches.

She jumped for joy inside while watching Ricky drive off down the street in his car. His first stop before heading to Georgia would be at the dealership, where he would pick up his boat and trailer.

Back at Jimmy’s house, Betty stood by the front door and watched as Jimmy drove off down their street. She was also glad to see Jimmy leave, as their marriage was becoming strained due to her inability to get pregnant. She had planned on visiting a doctor to find out what the problem was.

Jimmy drove through the streets and headed to the eastern side of town.

He turned over and turned on his radio. The song “I Guess I’m Crazy” by Jim Reeves played.

“I guess I’m crazy for loving you,” Jimmy sang while concentrating on the side trip to Georgia.

Ricky drove a brand-new, blue 1965 Ford Galaxie with a blue interior, with his boat on its trailer hitched to the car, heading east on Route 17.

Ricky had the radio on and listened to Roger Miller’s “Dang Me” song. “And hang me, high from the highest tree,” Ricky sang along with Roger Miller.

He then whistled along with the song and was excited about this year’s trip.

A little while later, Jimmy drove out of Boldger. He headed east on Route 17 and was ten miles behind Ricky.

It was early evening, and Jimmy drove his Ford into the small town of Cedarville, Georgia.

He drove around until he found the Holiday Inn on the other side of Cedarville.

He pulled into the parking lot and then drove around the back of the hotel. He smiled when he saw a brand new 1965 Ford Galaxie parked at the rear of the hotel with Ricky’s boat and trailer hitched to it.

Jimmy turned off his engine and got out of his car. The second Ricky got out, he walked over to the new Galaxie.

“She’s a beauty,” he whistled, admiring his new shiny Ford.

“Yep, I like the sixty-five models,” said Ricky, and got antsy while Jimmy walked around his new car. “Can we get started?”

Jimmy looked at Ricky and noticed he started moving around like he had ants in his pants. He smiled. “Okay, little brother. Let’s get this show on the road.”

Ricky looked excited while he locked up the new Galaxie.

He rushed to Jimmy’s 64 Galaxie, where Jimmy was already behind the wheel.

Jimmy started his car and drove away through the rear of the hotel to the front parking lot.

Twenty minutes passed, and Jimmy drove his Galaxie into Somerset, Georgia.

He drove around the streets, looking for the perfect place to pick up a woman.

His eyes widened the second he saw a Piggly Wiggly grocery store. “Perfect,” he said, then turned right into the store’s lot.

Jimmy parked his car near the street side of the parking lot, where he could have a good view of the store’s front doors. He turned off his engine.

Ricky looked a little baffled as to why Jimmy parked her. “Are you going to shop for some groceries?” he asked.

“No, we’re going to wait for the perfect woman to come out,” said Jimmy, then removed a pack of Lucky Strikes from his shirt pocket. He punched in the cigarette lighter in the dash, then removed two cigarettes from the pack; one for Jimmy and one for Ricky.

After a few seconds, the light popped out, and Jimmy used it to light his cigarette and took a drag. “We wait,” he said after exhaling smoke.

“Okay,” replied Rickey after exhaling smoke, but they looked disappointed.

Inside the car, Jimmy and Ricky smoked Lucky Strike cigarettes. They sipped Jack Daniels whiskey while watching the front doors of the Piggly Wiggly for the third victim.

The street out in front of the grocery store was quiet with traffic, as it was getting closer to the grocery store to close. To help him, some of the parking lot lights were burnt out.

They spotted a young woman pushing a shopping cart out of the store.

“There’s one,” Jimmy said.

Ricky leaned over the front seat and got closer to Jimmy. “She looks great. Let’s get her,” he replied.

But then they saw a young girl run out of the Piggly Wiggly and up to that woman.

“She has a young girl. She won’t die,” Jimmy said, as even though he was a killer, he did have some standards.

“I thought you liked the young ones?” Ricky said from the back seat.

“She won’t due! Not for tonight!” Jimmy said in a raised voice, looking bothered by Ricky’s question.

Ricky knew he better let Jimmy drive this adventure tonight.

Ten minutes passed.

Angie Dunham, a sexy young blonde, walked out of the Piggly Wiggly with a bag of groceries, wearing a blue pattern shirtwaist dress.

She walked over to a red 1964 Mustang.

“There’s our date, little brother,” Jimmy said while wearing his new leather gloves.

Ricky looked and saw Angie. “Nice,” he said, and he couldn’t wait to get this party started.

Jimmy got out of the car.

Ricky put on his new pair of leather gloves, slid across the front seat, and started the car.

Jimmy walked over to Angie’s Mustang.

“Excuse me. I’m new in town and wondered where a single guy can have a little fun? Maybe with you?” he said warmly the second he arrived at her car.

Angie looked apprehensive when she saw the gloves on his hands. “I’m sorry. I can’t help you since I’m engaged,” Angie replied, quickly opening her car door, fearful for her life.

She placed her grocery bag in her back seat.

Jimmy immediately moved in and punched Angie hard in her kidneys. She dropped to her knees in pain and dropped her purse.

He grabbed her hair.

“Ahhh!” she cried out in pain while Jimmy pulled her up to her feet.

He repeatedly slammed her head on the top of the door jam. She was stunned and on the verge of passing out.

A car drove up and stopped by her Mustang, and Ricky was inside Jimmy’s Ford. He leaned over and opened the passenger door.

“Hurry up,” Ricky nervously called out while scanning the area for possible witnesses.

Jimmy dragged Angie by her hair over to his car. He lifted her up and threw her in the passenger seat.

He rushed back to her car, picked up her purse, and opened it. He grabbed her car keys and leaned inside, stuck them in the ignition, and then locked and closed her driver’s door.

While he rushed to his car, Ricky climbed over the front seat and got in the back seat.

Jimmy hopped inside his car and drove off through the parking lot with nobody witnessing this event.

Ricky looked over the front seat and couldn’t believe they finally got a woman.

Jimmy drove out of the parking lot and down the street without any witnesses.

Five minutes passed, and Jimmy successfully drove out of the town of Somerset.

He headed down a two-lane road into the country.

Ricky was anxious about their upcoming time alone with Angie.

Fifteen minutes passed, and Jimmy found a secluded dirt road that led into the woods.

Five minutes passed, and Jimmy and Ricky had Angie tied naked to a tree in that secluded area of the woods and the camera on the tripod in place.

Angie woke up, stunned and confused as to what had happened.

Jimmy handed Ricky the new baseball bat Ricky had bought two weeks before. “Well, little brother, I want you to have the honor.”

Angie’s eyes widened the second she realized she was naked and tied to a tree. She realized these two might be the same killer she read about in the newspaper.

Ricky smiled while he walked up to Angie and gripped the bat.

Angie got so scared she peed, and it puddled on the ground below.

“Please don’t! I won’t tell anybody if you let me go. I promise!” Angie cried out.

Jimmy saw the puddle of piss on the ground below her crotch. He had her right where he wanted her – scared to death.

“Okay. I won’t tell anybody that we didn’t let you go,” Ricky said with a smart-ass tone, then swung the bat hard and whacked her bare breasts.

“Ahhh!” Angie screamed while Ricky used her body for batting practice.

Angie’s repeated screams echoed in the woods.

Jimmy chuckled and then rushed over to the camera while Ricky got in position for another swing.

Jimmy snapped a picture the second Ricky’s bat made contact with Angie’s body. She passed out from the pain.

“Take some pictures of me,” Jimmy said.

Jimmy rushed over, and Ricky handed him the bat.

Ricky rushed to the camera while Jimmy got in his batter’s stance. He swung his bat.

Ricky snapped a picture the second Jimmy’s bat

whacked Angie across her right temple.

Jimmy swung hard and whacked Angie’s body. He swung hard again and whacked Angie’s then four teeth, and blood flew out.

Her teeth landed scattered out in the dirt. Jimmy dropped the bat into the dirt. He grabbed her head and then twisted her neck until he heard a snap. Her head slumped down.

Jimmy was satisfied she was dead.

“Take one more picture of me, and then we can get the hell out of here,” Jimmy told Ricky.

Jimmy posed like a proud hunter next to Angie’s dead body.

“Got it,” Ricky said after he snapped the picture. He rushed over and dropped the camera and tripod into the trunk.

Jimmy rushed over and dropped the bat in his trunk.

“Let’s pick up all of her teeth,” Jimmy ordered. Ricky and

Jimmy quickly searched the dirt for her teeth.

They found four of which Jimmy placed in his pocket.

He rushed back to his trunk and removed his axle grease.

Ricky watched while Jimmy returned to Angie and smeared a “3” on her belly.

“What’s that for?” Ricky asked.

“It’s my calling card,” Jimmy replied, then picked up his bat from the dirt.

Jimmy returned to his car and dropped the grease and bat inside the trunk.

“Creative,” said Ricky, and they looked impressed.

He closed the trunk while Ricky rushed over and grabbed a small tree branch with leaves.

While Jimmy backed the Ford to the dirt road, Ricky wiped away the tire and shoe tracks.

Jimmy slowly drove the Ford down the dirt road while Ricky tagged behind, erasing all signs of their short visit in the woods.

Ricky threw the branch into the woods and got inside the car.

Jimmy drove away down the country road.

They drove back to the bar in the Holiday Inn in Cedarville.

After Jimmy had everything in the trunk of his new 1965 Galaxie, he locked pinkies with Ricky.

Ricky got in the 64 Ford and drove away.

Jimmy got inside his new 65 Galaxie and drove away.

When Jimmy was forty miles from the crime scene, he threw Angie’s shoes and empty purse out the window along a lonely country road.

But along the way to Artabatian Lake outside Pierce, Mississippi, Jimmy stopped off in a town in Mississippi and got his third tattoo to honor this recent event.

Jimmy and Ricky had a great time fishing, camping, and talking about their adventure with Angie. They cut this year’s trip short because they first went to Georgia.

Their trip was over, and Ricky drove away with Jimmy’s old Galaxie while Jimmy drove off with his new Galaxie.

Hours had passed, and Jimmy returned home. Betty saw that the letters under his skull tattoo now read “A, R, A,” and it did not make sense. But she knew that if she asked too many questions, he might slap her. So she rolled her eyes and concentrated on their new 1965 Ford instead.

She went inside the house after she was done admiring their new car.

Jimmy rushed inside the garage with the contents from his trunk, doing his usual routine.

He dumped Angie’s clothes, panties, driver’s license, and the bloody tip of the bat, pictures of Ricky and Jimmy beating Angie, and her teeth in the jar into the chest.

He locked the chest, rushed up the ladder, and stashed it back in his hiding place in the attic.

He went inside the house and rushed Betty off to their bedroom. Thinking about Angie made him horny.

Two days passed, and Robert was summoned to the woods outside Somerset, Georgia. He learned that two young boys discovered Angie’s body still tied naked to that tree.

Carl watched while Robert walked around the crime scene with Sheriff Jerry Buston. Robert was ready to pull his hair out in frustration at this killer getting away with his horrible crime. His arrogance was not as prevalent as it was last year.

Carl snapped tons of pictures per Robert’s instructions.

Thanksgiving arrived, and it was the traditional turkey dinner at Jimmy’s home with Melvin, Ricky, and Emily. It looked like your typical Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving picture of the Nalla family eating their turkey dinner.

Later that night, Jimmy sat alone in his living room and read his new issue of True Detective magazine. He read the article about Angie and felt famous.

He went to bed and woke Betty up for a round of sex.

It was now early December.

Jimmy sat in his living room. He watched a rerun of Whirlybirds while he drank a beer and smoked a cigarette. A smirk grew on his face while occasionally glancing at the envelope on the arm of the sofa. It was ready to be mailed to Robert.

Betty entered through the front door and looked depressed. Jimmy discreetly moved the letter out of view and hid it under his right thigh. “What did the doctor say?”

“I’m fine. He believes you’re the problem. He wants you to come in for some tests so he can verify it,” she said while she walked into the kitchen.

Jimmy got pissed with Betty. “I’m not the problem! It’s gotta be some part of your body that’s fucked up and preventing you from getting knocked up!” he yelled from the living room.

Betty leaned against one of the kitchen cabinets and was deeply hurt by his comment.

“I’m going out for a few drinks,” Jimmy yelled from the living room.

Betty heard the front door open and slam shut. She broke down and sobbed on the kitchen floor.

Two days after Christmas, Jimmy and Homer had their usual chat. Jimmy learned that Robert Fillert still had no leads on the three murders. Jimmy knew he was doing the right thing, and it felt good to get away and become secretly famous.

But before Homer left Boldger to head back to Atlanta, Ricky surprised him by giving him a sweet deal on a 1965 white-on-white Mustang. It was Jimmy and Ricky’s way of thanking Homer for telling them about Robert Fillert. Homer was too stupid to realize what was happening, as all he could think about was this brand-new Mustang.

Jimmy and Ricky again had drinks on New Year’s Eve to ring in 1965 by getting drunk.

Back to reality.

In Daytona Beach, Sam sat pissed while he highlighted areas of the book that were of extreme interest.

“I wasn’t that cocky or arrogant,” Sam said while he looked at the book. “Or at least I don’t think I was,” he added, then continued to read.

In Kissimmee, Marty read his book on the living room sofa. He still could not get Becky to read it.

Becky sat in the den and watched a video of Allan with everybody on a Disney cruise they took three years ago.

Nancy and Michael watched and remembered very little of that vacation.

While reading the book, Billy was ready to blow a gasket in Curtis, Mississippi.