Confession (17 page)

“I’m going to work my dark room until dinner’s ready,” he told Betty.

“Okay,” she replied from the kitchen.

Jimmy rushed out of the living room.

Two weeks passed and Robert sat at his desk in the Atlanta office.  He reviewed the file cases on Annette and Rhonda.  He ran his hand through his hair in frustration since he didn’t have a single lead on this killer.  He had worked with the Security Police at Keesler Air Force Base and they couldn’t come up with a possible suspect. 

Carl looked at Robert from his desk and smirked.  He was happy that arrogant Robert was going nowhere with this case.

A female secretary walked over and dropped off a letter on Robert’s desk.  She walked away and delivered mail to other agents.

Robert picked up the letter and noticed there was not a return address.  He opened it up looked at the letter. 

"Robert – You’re too stupid to catch me.  All my love, the Fall Slayer," the letter taunted him in magazine print letters glued to the paper.

Robert read it again to make sure he was reading it correctly.  It took Robert a few minutes for him to finally figure out the killer was messing with his head.

Robert tucked the letter inside his desk drawer.

Robert got up pissed and grabbed his coffee cup. 

He stormed over to the coffee pot almost knocking down a fellow agent.

Off in the back of the office area, Homer had watched Robert and got really curious about that letter he shoved into his desk drawer.  He knew Robert was pissed about something and Homer got really curious.

Four months passed and Betty spent another weekend with her mother. 

Homer was back in town visiting his parents.  Jimmy invited him over for some beers.

Jimmy and Homer sat on the couch drinking Black Label beers.

“I saw on the TV that another girl was killed in the same fashion as the one in Alabama last year,” said Jimmy then he took a drink of beer.  “And I finally saw that Robert Fillert Agent on the TV.  You’re right.  He is arrogant.”

“He thinks that someone from the Air Force Base down in Biloxi is the killer.  But after working with the Air Force Security Police, he doesn’t have a single lead,” said Homer and took a drink of beer.

“Interesting that an Air Force guy would be the killer,” said Jimmy and was jumping in joy inside that this location for his second murder was playing out like he hoped.

Homer chuckled when he recalled something he saw at the office.  “It also appears that that killer sent Robert a taunting letter.”

“Taunting letter?”

“Yeah, it was made from letters from a magazine and called Robert too stupid to catch him.  He even called himself the Fall Slayer,” Homer said and chuckled again.

“The Fall Slayer.  Catchy name,” said Jimmy and had a smirk while he took another drink of his beer.

Jimmy and Homer spend the next hour drinking beer and chatting about other events.

After Homer left, Jimmy revisited his chest and salivated over his souvenirs from Annette and Rhonda.  He also had his new issue
True Detective
magazine and it had an article about Rhonda’s killing.  The article talked about the two teenagers finding her dead body, and how FBI agent Robert Fillert was still on the case thinking an Airman killed the hooker.

Later that night, Jimmy sat naked in his living room chair and masturbated while he read the article about Rhonda.  He ejaculated on the page then closed the magazine. 

He dropped the magazine into the chest and locked it.  He lit a cigarette and took a drag feeling satisfied. 

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

The rest of 1963 was quiet for Jimmy and he never had any concerns about being identified at the killer.

Thanksgiving was the same at Jimmy’s home with Betty, Melvin, Ricky and Emily. 

At the end of December,
Jimmy and Ricky again rang
in
the New Year
of 1964
by having
way
too many
drinks at Hank’s Bar.

Back to reality…

In Daytona Beach, Sam sat in lazy boy chair and highlighted additional items of extreme interest, as his hunch was becoming even stronger. 

“How did this author know some of these details?” Sam said while he closed the book and headed to the bathroom.

In Kissimmee, Marty could not put his A Killer’s Tale book down.   Becky started watching old videos of Allan and the kids.  She viewed one where he played baseball in the backyard with the kids two years ago.

Up in Curtis, Mississippi, Billy sat in his den and read his A Killer’s Tale book
.
  He was furious!  “What the hell was Allan thinking of?” he yelled out while he threw the book across his room.

Billy then grabbed his Jack Daniels bottle off the floor.  He took a huge gulp while he got up and walked across the room.  He picked up his book then walked back to his chair.  He continued to read
but was still furious.

A
Killer’s Tale
story
continued…

The year 1964 rolled around.

It was Sunday February 9th 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 had 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 couldn’t believe what he saw.  “Why are these girls acting crazy for these creeps?”

“They call it Rock and Roll,” replied Betty and she tapped her foot to the beat of the song.

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

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

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

Betty could care less he left the room.  She actually 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 dark room.

While inside the room, he thought about October and couldn’t wait.  He had the craving for another episode.

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

Before they headed over to Keesler, Robert and Carl stopped off 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 by where Rhonda was found, Robert didn’t find any new evidence.  But Carl figured that since some months had passed and there was the possibility rubberneckers came here to check the area out.

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

It was again July 4th and like clockwork, Homer came back down to Boldger to visit his parents.  And 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 Security Police had down there.”

“Oh, he finally found the killer?”

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

“What was that?”

“The Security Police forgot to check to see he was on leave.  He was so he couldn’t have killed that hooker outside Biloxi.”

“Maybe he killed that girl in Alabama?”

“He couldn’t have.  He was in some type of advanced training up at Chanute Air Force Base in Illinois at the time.”

“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 then he took a drink of beer.  “That’s good for the arrogant bastard.”

Jimmy drank his beer and looked a little disappointed someone didn’t take the blame for his murders, but then on the other side, 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 would really make it even more difficult for that FBI Agent to catch 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 we going to do it?”

Jimmy glanced at the map of Georgia.  He smiled when he found the perfect spot.  “Georgia.”

“Georgia.  That 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.”

“Ok, where do we meet?”

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

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

It was now time for their adventure.   It was Friday morning.

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 punched her again and it was becoming more and more frequent.  Emily actually loved this annual event Ricky had with Jimmy.  It left her home alone.  Oh how she wanted to get out of this marriage.  But 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.  Plus 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 she watched Ricky drive off down the street in his car.   His first stop before heading to Georgia would be at the dealership and then he would pick up his boat and trailer.

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

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

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

“I guess I’m crazy for loving you,” sang out Jimmy while he had all of his thoughts concentrated on the side trip to Georgia.

Ricky drove a brand new blue 1965 Ford Galaxie with blue interior with his boat on his trailer hitched to the car.  He headed east on Route 17.

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

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

A little while later, Jimmy drove out Boldger and he headed east on Route 17.  He 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 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.

He walked over to the new Galaxie the second Ricky got out of the car.

“She’s a beauty,” he said with a whistle while he walked around and admired his new shiny Ford.

“Yep, I like the sixty-five models,” said Ricky and he looked 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 over to Jimmy’s 64 Galaxie where Jimmy was already behind the wheel.

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

Twenty minutes had passed and Jimmy drove his Galaxie into the town of 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 made a right turn into the lot of the store.

Jimmy parked his car near the street side of the parking lot and had a good view of the front doors to the store.  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 he removed a pack of Luck 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.  He took a drag.  “We wait,” he said while he exhaled smoke.

“Okay,” replied Rickey while he exhaled smoke but looked a little disappointed.

Inside the car, Jimmy and Ricky smoked some Lucky Strike cigarettes and sipped on Jack Daniels whiskey while the eyed the front doors of the Piggly Wiggly.

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 saw a young woman push 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 due,” 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 and looked 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 in hand.  She wore a blue pattern shirtwaist dress.

She walked over to a red 1964 Mustang.

“There’s our date, little brother,” Jimmy said while he put on his pair of new
leather
gloves.

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

Jimmy got out of the car.

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

Jimmy walked over to Angie’s Mustang. 

“Excuse me.  I'm new in town and was wondering where a single guy can have a little fun?  Maybe with you?” he said with a warm smile the second he got to her car.

Angie looked apprehensive when she saw his gloves on his hands.  “I'm sorry.  I can't help you since I’m engaged,” Angie replied and quickly opened up 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 it was Ricky inside Jimmy’s Ford.  He leaned over and opened up the passenger door.

“Hurry up,” Ricky nervously called out while he scanned the area over for any 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 up.  He grabbed her car keys and leaned inside her car and stuck them in the ignition.  He locked and closed her driver’s door.

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