Confession (16 page)

“Ahhhh!” Rhonda screamed in pain.

“Why are you doing this?” Rhonda sobbed out in extreme pain.

“Why am I doing this?  Well, I’m doing this because I enjoy it.  Now, shut up!” he replied then took a hard swing and whacked her in the throat.

She gasped for air through her injured throat.  He took another hard swing and whacked her right jaw.  Teeth and blood flew out of her mouth.  She tried to scream out but nothing emitted since her vocal cords were smashed. 

He swung and whacked her left side of her jaw and more teeth and blood flew out.   The pain was so intense that she was on the verge of passing out. 

He stepped back a foot and swung the back and whacked her right temple.  She passed out from the pain.  He then swung and whacked her left temple.  Her body slumped downward on the tree.  He dropped the bat and grabbed her head.  He twisted her neck until he heard a snap.  Her head slumped forward.

Jimmy walked back to the trunk of the car with a spring in his step. 

He removed the axle grease and rushed back over to Rhonda.  He smeared grease on her tummy to resemble the number “2.”  He looked around the dirt and picked up all of her teeth he could find.  He shoved them in his pocket.

He walked over to his camera and snapped a picture.  He walked his tripod over to a couple of different areas and snapped some pictures of Rhonda. 

He set the timer and rushed over Rhonda.  The camera snapped a picture and Jimmy looked like a proud hunter who bagged a prize deer.

He rushed over to the camera and grabbed it. 

He rushed the camera and tripod to the rear of the car and dropped it in the trunk along with the grease.  He removed his gloves and dropped them in the trunk and slammed it shut. 

He rushed over and got behind the drivers wheel.  He backed down the dirt road.  When he got to the side of the two-lane hard paved road he stopped.

He got outside of his car and repeated the process of covering his tracks with a tree branch and leaves.

He got back inside his Ford and drove off down the road.

When he was thirty miles from the crime scene, he threw out Rhonda’s shoes and empty purse on a lonely country road.

The next day, he drove away and met up with Ricky at Artabatian Lake outside Pierce, Mississippi. 

Ricky pulled up in a brand new shiny white with white interior 1964 Ford Galaxie.  He installed a trailer hitch and towed his fishing boat behind.

“Whew!  She sure is pretty,” Jimmy said while he walked around and admired his new car.  Ricky handed him the keys.  

Jimmy went over and unlocked the trunk of his new Galaxie.  He rushed over and opened the trunk of his old Galaxie.  He gathered all the items inside and walked over to his new Ford and dumped them inside his new trunk.

Ricky curiously walked.  “Did you do it again?” he asked while he peeked inside.

“Oh yeah little brother, I had so much fun last year and since I got away with it, I decided to do it again.  You know, make it an annual event every October,” Jimmy said with a satisfied smile.

“I like the sound of that,” Ricky said while he looked at Rhonda’s dress.  Then his eyes widened with an idea.  “Can I watch the next time?”

Jimmy thought about his offer.  “I don’t see why not.”

Ricky looked excited about going on one of his brother’s killing trips.

Jimmy removed his camera then closed the trunk of his new car. 

Fifteen minutes later, they were in the water to start their next week of fishing and camping.  Jimmy filled Ricky in on all the details with his time with Rhonda.

The weather was a little cloudy while they spent the week fishing and camping.  They caught enough bass for dinner plus Ricky brought enough beer from home.

When it was time to head home, Jimmy hid all of Rhonda’s clothes inside his tent when he packed it in the trunk of his new car. 

“Again little brother, we’ll keep this a secret until the day we die,” Jimmy said while he closed the trunk.

“Until we die,” Ricky said then they locked pinkies to seal their promise.

Jimmy drove off in his new 64 Ford while Ricky drove off in the 63 Ford.

On the way back to Boldger, Alabama, Jimmy stopped off in another tattoo parlor in another town in Mississippi.  He had to add to the tattoo he got last year.

Jimmy pulled into his driveway in his new 1964 Ford Galaxie.  He tooted the horn and turned off the engine.  He got out and stood by the front fender.

A few seconds later, Betty came out of the house and saw their new car.  “She sure is pretty,” Betty said while she walked around and admired the shiny Ford.

She saw the “R” that was added next to the “A” under his skull tattoo on his right bicep.  She rolled her eyes and knew better than to ask questions.   So instead, she sat down behind the steering wheel and took a whiff of that new car smell.

Jimmy opened the rear door and removed his suitcase. “I’m starving.  G
o make my
dinner while I unload my stuff.  I’m also going to develop the pictures from my trip with Ricky, so I don’t want to be disturbed.”

Betty nodded in agreement while she got out of the car.  He handed her his suitcase.

She walked back to the front door.

Jimmy waited until Betty went inside their house.  When the coast was clear, he rushed over and opened up his garage door.

He rushed back to the rear of his car and unlocked his trunk.  He removed the tent and camping supplies.

He rushed them inside the garage.

He rushed back to the car and removed his camera and tripod.  He rushed back into his garage.

He turned on the garage light then closed the door.

He grabbed his step ladder and placed it under the attic access panel.  He rushed up the ladder and removed the access panel. 

He went up into the attic and grabbed his wooden chest.

He rushed down the ladder with the chest in hand.

He set it on the floor and unlocked it.  He reached inside the chest and removed the jar.  He opened it up then reached in his pocket and dropped Rhonda’s teeth into the jar.  He secured the lid and placed it inside the chest. 

He rushed over to the tent and unfolded it.   Inside were Rhonda’s dress, panties, and his baseball bat with the bloody tip.   He grabbed he dress, panties, and dropped them inside the chest. 

He grabbed his bat and rushed over to his work bench.  He grabbed his power saw and plugged it in the outlet.  He secured the bat and proceeded to cut in up into numerous pieces. 

Inside the house, Betty heated a pot of water for spaghetti and heard the power saw from the garage.  She rolled her eyes and was not about to ask questions.

Inside his garage, Jimmy dropped the bloody tip into the chest.  He dropped the sawed off pieces of the bat into the trash along with his leather gloves.

He covered the chest with the tent then he grabbed his camera.  He rushed inside his dark room.

Inside his dark room, Jimmy opened up his camera, and preceded to develop the pictures of Rhonda and his trip with Ricky.

A little while later, he rushed out of his dark room with the developed pictures of Rhonda and pictures of his fishing trip.  He removed the chest from under the tent.  He dropped her pictures inside it the chest then he locked it. 

He rushed up the ladder and placed the chest back inside the attic. 

After he reinstalled the access panel, he rushed down and secured the ladder.

He went inside the house with the pictures of Ricky and him while they were fishing in the boat.

He showed them to Betty during dinner.

While Betty and Jimmy ate dinner, two teenagers down in Mississippi found Rhonda’s dead body still tied to the tree with tons of flies buzzing around her rotting flesh.  They drove down that road for an evening of romantic heavy petting in the woods.  But the sight of Rhonda’s naked body tied to the tree killed the mood.

They raced back to town and contacted the Sheriff in Biloxi.

The next morning, Biloxi Sheriff Hank Wilfred had three of his deputy’s rope off the area.  Rhonda’s dead naked body was still tied to the tree. 

He called the FBI up in Atlanta and requested to speak to agent Robert Fillert.  He got his name from the article in the Confidential Detective Cases magazine about Annette Boyer.  

Sheriff Wilfred and his deputy waited outside the roped off area.

He saw a plain black 1963 Chevy Bel Air and knew it was a government car.  He smiled knowing the FBI had finally arrived.

Robert parked the car behind the Sheriff’s 1960 Ford Galaxie.   Robert and Carl got out of the car.

Robert walked up to the Sheriff with Carl by his side with a camera in his hand.  They both flashed their FBI identification cards.

“FBI agents Robert Fillert and Carl Meyers,” Robert said.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Sheriff Wilfred said while he stuck out his hand.  “I wanted the FBI involved as the killer could be one of the Airmen from Keesler,” he said.

Robert shook his hand while he glanced at Rhonda’s dead body tied to the tree.

Robert pulled his hand away and rushed under the rope.  He walked around and got a déjà vu look while he looked at Rhonda’s naked body.  Flies still buzzed around her dead flesh.

“She's Rhonda Wilt, a local hooker,” Sheriff Wilfred said.

“She was beaten with a blunt object.  About a week ago,’ said Robert still checking out her body.  “And it’s weird she has the number two painted on her stomach,” Robert said while he continued to look her body over.  Then it dawned on him.  “That Annette Boyer girl killed last year in Alabama had a grease mark down her belly,” he said while he looked at the grease mark.  Then his eyes widened.  “I believe these two girls were killed by the same person, who's numbering his victims, as his calling card.”

Sheriff Wilfred looked at Robert then at Rhonda’s belly.  “I believe you could be right,” he said recalling reading about Annette’s murder.

Robert got a cocky smirk.  He loved being correct and being reminded of that fact.

“Take plenty of pictures,” Robert ordered Carl.

Carl immediately went around and started snapping pictures of Rhonda and the entire area.

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of a vehicle was heard along with the squeal of brakes. 

Carl looked and saw a TV van behind their car.

“The news media is here,” Carl told Robert.

He looked and saw the TV van.  “Who called the media?” Robert asked.

“I did,” Sheriff Wilfred said.

Robert combed his hair to make sure he was presentable for the public.  He made sure his suit was presentable.  “I don’t want the girl shown on TV,” he ordered Sheriff Wilfred.

Robert and Carl watched while a TV reporter and a camera man walked over to them.

The reporter walked up to Robert and Carl.

“I’m Bob Burbank from Channel Four News out of Mobile,” he said.

“Don’t show the girl’s body,” Robert demanded.

“Sure,” Bob replied then he looked at Rhonda’s dead body and started to get sick.  He quickly positioned Robert to where Rhonda’s body was not visible.

Meanwhile over in Boldger, Alabama, Jimmy drank a Black Label beer while he watched television from the couch.   Betty was in the kitchen making pot roast for dinner.

Then the Channel 3 News came on and there was a special report from Mississippi.  

Jimmy sipped his beer while on the TV, he saw Bob Burbank standing next to Robert.  Rhonda’s body was not visible.  His eyes widened the second he knew that that was his crime scene.

“Bob Burbank here in a deserted area outside
Biloxi
, Mississippi.  I have FBI Agent Robert Fillert, from the Atlanta office.  Agent Fillert will be investigating the killing of a prostitute named Rhonda Wilt,” Bob told the camera.

“So Agent Fillert, do you have a suspect identified yet?” Bob asked Robert.

“A suspect has not been identified as I just started my investigation.  It could be one of the Airmen at the local Air Force Base.  And this is extremely similar to a killing in Oak Hill, Alabama last October.  But don’t worry, it won't take me long to catch him,” Robert said to the viewers and he really believed someone in the Air Force was his killer.

Jimmy laughed.  “In your dreams dumbass!” he called out to the TV.

“What did you say, Jimmy?” Betty called out from the kitchen.

“Nothing honey,” he replied with a smirk while he watched Robert on the TV. 

Jimmy’s eyes widened when he got an idea.  He got up of the couch and rushed over to a desk.  He looked at the entrance to the kitchen and made sure Betty was not in sight.  She was not visible so he immediately grabbed a piece of paper.  He then rushed over to his magazine rack by the couch and grabbed a magazine.