Confession (18 page)

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 his eyes that they finally got a woman. 

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

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

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

Ricky was anxious about their upcoming time alone with Angie.

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

Jimmy and Ricky had Angie tied naked to a tree in that secluded area of the woods.

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

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

Angie eyes widened the second she realized she was naked and tied to a tree.  She realized these two might be that 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 puddle 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.

“Strike one,” Jimmy chuckled.

Ricky swung again and whacked bare breasts again.

“Ahhh!” Angie screamed.

“Strike two,” Jimmy chuckled then he 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 nose.

She passed out from the pain.

“Take some pictures of me,” Jimmy said.

Jimmy rushed over and Ricky handed him the bat.

Ricky rushed over 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 forehead.  He swung hard again and whacked Angie’s jaw, and four teeth and blood flew out. 

Her teeth landed scattered out in the dirt.

Jimmy dropped the bat to the dirt.  He grabbed her head.  He twisted her neck until he heard a snap.  Her head slumped down.

Jimmy was satisfied she was dead.

“Take one more picture of me then let’s 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 them in his pocket.

He rushed back to his trunk and removed his axle grease.  Ricky watched while Jimmy rushed back to Angie and smeared a “3” on her belly.

“What’s that for?” Ricky asked.

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

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

“Creative,” said Ricky and 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 and erased 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 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 away 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 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 and 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.  He did his usual routine.

He dumped Angie’s clothes, panties, drivers 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, then 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 had 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 out hair in frustration of 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 normal 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 got 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.  He had a smirk while he occasionally glanced at the envelope on the arm of the couch.  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 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 out from the living room.

Betty leaned up 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 he 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 going on, 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 couch.  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.

In Curtis, Mississippi, Billy was about to blow a gasket while he read the book.

A
Killer’s Tale
story
continued…

It was now February in 1965.  It was early in the morning.

In Boldger, Jimmy created another letter to his FBI friend and dropped it off in the mail.  He wished he could be in Atlanta there to see the expression on Robert’s face.

A few days passed. 

The FBI office up in Atlanta was humming with phones ringing and typewriters clacking away on crime reports.

Robert sat at his desk.  He was extremely frustrated while he reviewed his case files on Annette Boyer, Rhonda Wilt and Angie Dunham.  

Homer sat at his desk and watched while Robert discreetly brought his coffee cup down out of view.  He knew Robert was secretly pouring whiskey in his coffee cup.  He also knew Robert kept a whiskey flask in his desk drawer because he searched his desk on day when he called in sick.

A female secretary walked up to Homer’s desk with some letters in her hand. 

“Hey Homer, I love your new Mustang this morning while you parked.  It’s nice.  Maybe you’ll take me for a ride sometime?” she flirted.

“It would be my pleasure,” Homer replied while he kept an eye on Robert.

“Great, call me anytime,” the secretary said with a warm smile.  She headed to Robert’s desk.

She dropped off a letter on Robert’s desk then walked away to deliver the other mail to the other Agents in the area.

Robert took a huge gulp of his whiskey and coffee and glanced at the letter.   His eyes widened, as it looked extremely familiar.  He quickly tore open the envelope.  He read the letter.

"Hey stupid.  I killed a girl in the woods 3 miles east of White Falls, Alabama last week.  All My love, Fall Slayer," the letter stated in magazine print with hand drawn directions to some woods. 

Robert quickly redrew the directions on another piece of paper. 

When he was finished, he stashed the letter in his desk drawer on top of the previous taunting letter.

He jumped up from his desk and ran over to Carl’s desk with the directions.

“I got news that the Fall Slayer killed a girl in White Falls, Alabama.  Let’s roll,” Robert ordered and was pissed that the killer struck again.

Robert rushed away from his desk.

Carl got up and followed.

Later that afternoon, Robert and Carl summons Sheriff Bobby Rainy and two deputies from White Falls, Alabama, which was twenty-five miles southeast of Boldger, Alabama.

Robert rode with Sheriff Rainy in his squad car while Carl rode in the deputy’s cars.  They raced down a two-lane country road with their red lights flashing.

Sheriff Rainy followed the directions Robert provided in that letter.

Fifteen minutes later, the cars turned down a dirt road that led to a lake.

Sheriff Rainy stopped his car forty feet down the road.  The deputy’s car stopped behind them.

Everybody rushed out of the cars and ran into the woods.

After two hours of scouring the woods for a dead body, they came up with empty handed.

They walked back to the cars disappointed.

“Looks like we wasted our time,” one of the deputies told his buddy when they arrived at their car.

“Tell me about it.  I thought these women were only killed in the fall?   It’s February,” another deputy replied.

Sheriff Rainy looked at Robert and was a little bothered.  “I don’t believe there’s a dead body out here, agent Fillert,” Sheriff Rainy said.

Robert was furious.  “Can we look some more?” he asked.

“No, it’s going to be dark soon.  If we find anything in the future, I’ll immediately give you a call,” Sheriff Rainy replied.

Robert reluctantly walked back to the Sheriff’s car.

The two cars and backed down the dirt road to the two-lane road.

Three days later, Robert sat in a stupor at his desk at his office.  He just stared at the Fall Slayer file folders.

The secretary walked up to Robert, dropped a letter on his desk then walked away.

Robert saw the envelope and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.  He knew it came from the scumbag killer.  He tore it opened and read the letter.

"Chasing False Leads Dumbass?  All my love, Fall Slayer," the letter read with magazine print.

Robert’s blood boiled while he stared at the taunting print.  He opened up his desk drawer and placed the letter with the previous two letters.  He discreetly grabbed his whiskey flask.  When the coast was clear, he quickly poured whiskey into his coffee cup.  He hid his flask back in the drawer.

Robert got up and walked over to the coffee pot.  He poured another cup of coffee.

Two days later, Jimmy was restless and needed some action, but he did not want to perform this year’s event any sooner.

So he found action in the woods with a young colored girl named Donna.   She was only sixteen years old.  He previously agreed to stop this activity, but he couldn’t resist the temptation.  So he forced his way with Donna while he tricked her into the woods.

“You know what will happen if you tell anybody about this Donna?  It's our little secret so don’t let your daddy get hung,” Jimmy told her with a serious tone.

“Yes Sheriff Nalla.  I won't tell a soul.  I promise,” she said softly while she shook with fear.

“Good girl.  Now run along,” Jimmy motioned with his hand.

He watched while she stood up naked and slipped on her panties then put on her bra.  She slipped on her flowery dress then put on her shoes.

She ran away while her eyes welled up.

Jimmy watched while Donna stopped and barfed by a tree.  He chuckled and looked proud.

Then from behind another tree, Ricky stepped out with a camera in his hand.

“Did you get some good pictures?”  

“I sure did.”

“Good, now I better head on back to the office,” he told Ricky while they walked over to his squad car.

Three months later, Jimmy was alone again one Saturday afternoon.  Betty went back to Montgomery to visit her sister.  So he revisited his chest and looked at his souvenirs from Annette, Rhonda and Angie.  He had his new
True Detective
magazine.  It had an article about Angie’s killing and talked about the kids playing the woods that found the dead naked body.  It also mentioned how FBI agent Robert Fillert was still on the case. 

Later that night, he sat naked in his living room chair and masturbated while he read the article about Angie.  He ejaculated on the page then closed the magazine.  He dropped it into the chest and locked it.  He lit a Lucky Strike cigarette and took a drag.  He exhaled the smoke and again felt satisfied. 

He returned the chest back to its hiding place in his attic.

The fourth of July rolled around again.

Jimmy and Homer had their usual drinking Black Label beer.  Jimmy again learned that Robert Fillert was still clueless on the killer being dubbed the Fall Slayer by the media.  Jimmy was satisfied that he could press on for his fourth victim.

October finally arrived and Jimmy was anxious to fill up his chest with more souvenirs. 

It was early in the morning.

After Betty packed his required items in his suitcase, he kissed her then drove away and tooted his horn. 

But this time, Ricky decided he did not want to tag along for the killings.  So they agreed to meet at their fishing spot in Mississippi.  So Jimmy left two days early and Betty knew better than to questions his reasons.

He drove up to Tennessee to find his next victim. 

Later that night, Jimmy drove down a two-lane country road twenty miles outside Downing, Tennessee.  There was a full Moon out tonight.  But he wondered where he would find his next victim, as Downing did not provide many opportunities.

Then a car raced past him in the other direction.

He turned on his radio and the Buck Owens
Leavin Dirty Tracks
song played on the radio.  Jimmy whistled along with the tune while he smoked a Luck Strike.

He soon saw the figure of a woman on the road about twenty feet ahead.  “A lonely girl on the road in the middle of the night.  How stupid can one be?  But this will be great for me, as it’s my lucky day!” Jimmy talked to himself.

Jimmy drover closer and saw Sandy Lurcott, a young drop dead gorgeous girl with shoulder length blonde hair and a mole on her upper lip.  She was dressed in black Capri pants and a white blouse while she walked on the other side of the road.  He looked upset about something.

Jimmy drove down the road another twenty feet then turned his car around. 

He drove back and stopped his car by Sandy.  He leaned over and rolled down the passenger window.

“Are you okay?” Jimmy asked while he put on a good act that he was concerned.

“Sorta,” Sandy said while her eyes welled up a little.

“Would you like a ride back into town?  I’m a very good listener,” Jimmy offered with a warm smile.

“I don’t know,” replied Sandy a little nervous of Jimmy.

“Don’t be afraid of me.  I’m a sheriff over in Alabama.  I’m safe,” Jimmy said.  He removed his wallet and showed her his badge.

Sandy looked at his badge and felt comfortable with Jimmy.  Then the loud clap of thunder from an approaching storm was heard.

“You’ll be completely soaked if you walk into town.  Or possibly struck by lightening,” Jimmy said. 

A bolt of lightening fifty feet away changed her mind.  She hoped in his car.

She rolled up the window while he drove off down the road.

“So
,
what has you so upset?  If you don’t mind me asking,” he asked with concern in his eyes and a fatherly tone in his voice.

Sandy looked at Jimmy and felt safe with him and felt he would be great listener to her problem.  “Well, the evening started off nice with some drinks at Bobby’s Bar with my boyfriend, Burt.  Then on the way home, the booze turned him into a jerk again!” she replied really pissed.

“What did he do to act like a jerk?” he asked.

“He tried to force his hand down my pants after I told him I wasn’t in the mood.  Then he slapped me a couple of times thinking
that
would put me in the mood.  I’m going to dump his ass first thing tomorrow.”

Jimmy reached under his seat and removed a small bottle of whiskey.  He opened it up and handed it to Sandy.  “Want to forget him for a while?”

Sandy grabbed the bottle and took a swig.  She coughed, as she was not a frequent whiskey drinker.

She handed Jimmy the bottle.  She cringed at the Buck Owens song on the radio. 

“Mind if I change the channel?” she asked.

“Be my guest.”

She changed the channel and stopped when The Beatles song
Day Tripper
just started.

“Got a good reason for taking the easy way out,” Sandy sang along with The Beatles and forgot about her boyfriend for a second.

Jimmy cringed.  “Those guys are fucking queer with their long hair,” Jimmy said while he turned off the radio.  He took a swig of whiskey then handed her the bottle.

She took another swig and did not cough with this drink.

Jimmy looked at Sandy and got an evil grin while he decided to make his move.

“So, Burt tried to shove his hands down pants?”

“Yeah. Creep!” she said while she looked out her passenger window.

“You mean like this?” Jimmy said then he quickly grabbed her crotch with his right hand.

“Hey!” Sandy yelled out while she grabbed his hand and moved it away.  “Let me out!” she cried scared of Jimmy.

“Okay,” Jimmy said while he slowed his car down. 

Before she knew what happened, he grabbed the back of her head and slammed her face into his crotch.  He rubbed her face into his crotch and loved every second.

His eyes widened in pain.  “Shit!” he screamed in pain while she grabbed a hold of his crotch with her teeth.  He quickly pulled her off his crotch and threw her up against the passenger door.

“Let me out!” she screamed while she repeatedly slapped Jimmy across his face.  His car swerved all over the road while they fought with each other. 

Headlights shined through his windshield and a car horn blew. 

Jimmy got startled when he saw a car directly in front of him.  He panicked and swerved his car back into his lane.

“You almost killed me!  You
fucking
idiot!” Sandy screamed.

Jimmy got furious then punched her in her face while he slowed his car down.