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Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Defense: Jealous fiancee, not ex-cadet, killed teen

Defense: Jealous fiancee, not ex-cadet, killed teen

NEW BRAUNFELS, Texas (CNN) -- David Graham, a former Air Force Academy cadet on trial for killing a teen-age girl, is innocent because he lied in his confession and wasn't even at the scene of the crime, his lawyer said Wednesday.

The defense says full responsibility for the murder of 16-year-old Adrianne Jones belongs to Diane Zamora, Graham's ex-fiancee. Zamora, a former Naval Academy midshipman, was convicted in February and is serving a life sentence.

Testimony in the trial began after opening statements from defense attorney Dan Cogdell and lead prosecutor Mike Parrish.

Defense, prosecution agree on Zamora jealousy

Cogdell told the jury his 20-year-old client had agreed to confess falsely because he loved Zamora, who was extremely possessive about Graham.

"The evidence is going to show you about a love, about a very strong love between David Graham and Diane Zamora," Cogdell said. "You're going to hear evidence of a jealous woman. You're going to hear evidence of a terrible woman's vengeance."

Prosecutors agree with the description of Zamora's jealous nature, but contend Graham willingly participated in the murder. They say he shot Jones to death in December 1995 after Zamora became furious over his alleged romantic fling with Jones and demanded that Jones be killed.

Graham agreed, Parrish told the jury, even though the sexual encounter never actually occurred. He made up the story "for some reason, which is unknown," the prosecutor said.

"Diana Zamora, not knowing it's not true, goes into a blind, violent rage," the prosecutor said. "She demands the death of Adrianne Jones." To prove his love, Graham went along with the murder plot, Parrish said.

Defense: Graham's confession not true
Zamora and Graham were high school sweethearts when Jones was killed, several months before the couple went off to their respective military academies.


Zamora has been convicted and sentenced to life in prison for her role in the murder


According to their police statements, Graham drove Jones to a remote spot in Tarrant County, Texas. At that point, Zamora, who'd been hiding in the hatchback of the car, hit Jones in the head with a dumbbell weight and Graham shot Jones twice with a handgun.

But Cogdell said on Wednesday that Zamora alone took Jones for a ride and killed her.

He said that Graham had been fearful for Jones' safety because of repeated threats by Zamora, who mistakenly believed the two had had sex.

Graham went alone to Jones' house the night of the murder, looked in her bedroom window and saw she wasn't home, became concerned and went to Zamora's house, where she told him what happened, Cogdell said.

"In twisted moments," Graham agreed that if Zamora ever got caught, he would confess along with her, Cogdell said.

Confessions Graham and Miss Zamora gave police, the alleged murder weapon recovered in the attic of Graham's home and blood stains in a car are among the expected prosecution evidence.

Cogdell is likely to attack the credibility of Zamora and may call her as a witness.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Teenage Lesbian Killers

“It’s like you look at the Leopold and Loeb case, recast it for girls, and set it in Main Street, USA..."

The Killing Field

On the morning of Saturday, January 11, 1992, Canaan, Indiana resident Donn Foley and his brother Ralph decided to do some quail hunting in nearby Jefferson County. After a quick cup of coffee, the two men loaded up their bird dogs into Donn’s truck and were on their way. Just one mile into their trip, as Donn turned onto Lemon Road, Ralph spotted a strange object just a few feet from the road in a barren soybean field.

His initial thought was that the object was a body, but logic dictated that it must have been something else. Even so, Donn put the truck in reverse and backed up to get a closer look. It was difficult to tell what the object was, so the two men exited the truck for a closer look. At first glance it appeared to be a rubber blow-up doll someone had discarded and burned, but upon closer inspection the reality became horribly apparent. The object was not a doll, but the charred remains of a human body. Apart from a pair of panties, the body appeared to be naked and the flesh was extensively burnt from the waist up. The legs of the victim were spread open as if they had been posed and the arms stretched out towards the sky with clenched fists. The victim appeared to be a young woman, but the chest had been scorched so badly that it was not clear. Most horrifying of all was the victim’s face – the eyes were empty, without color, and the mouth was wide open, exposing teeth, which were tightly clenched down on the victims tongue. The scene was brutal, and one that neither man would ever be able to forget.

At 10:55 a.m. Chief Deputy Randy Spry from the Jefferson County sheriff’s office in Madison received a call from Donn Foley and set out for Lemon Road. Since there had not been a murder in Jefferson County for at least three years, the deputy was somewhat skeptical of the Foley brothers’ discovery. His initial assumption was that it was most likely a mannequin and the men were overreacting or playing a practical joke. However, after arriving at the scene, his doubts were soon erased. Deputy Spry quickly returned to his patrol car and radioed headquarters to send Sheriff Richard “Buck” Shipley to the scene.

It took over an hour for Shipley to get there from his home in Madison. At first glance he was mystified. He had seen many dead bodies during his time on the force, but he had never seen one in such a grisly state. It was obvious that the sheriff’s department would not have the resources to handle the investigation properly, so Shipley immediately radioed the Indiana State Police for assistance.

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Indiana State Police Detective Steve Henry and forensic expert Sergeant Curtis Wells arrived at the crime scene just after 1:00 in the afternoon. Wells immediately recorded the events with a video camera and took several still photographs of the crime scene and surrounding area. After taking castings of various unknown tire tracks and footprints; he began a cursory examination of the body.

Due to Sgt. Wells’ extensive knowledge of forensics, it was immediately apparent that a flammable substance had been used to destroy physical evidence. As he examined the genital area he noted that the victim’s panties had been pulled to one side and that the anus had an unusually wide opening, which suggested some type of sexual molestation, either prior to or directly after death. As Wells examined the body, Detective Henry discovered a melted plastic bottle lying in the weeds, which had apparently contained the flammable liquid used during the crime. The coroner soon arrived and after Wells finished taking hair samples and removing a ring from the victim, the body was turned over so that an autopsy could be performed at the State Medical Examiners Office.

After Wells cleaned up the ring he had removed from the victim, he discovered it to be a class ring from Jeffersonville High School, with the initials SGH inside. As the men prepared to leave the scene, radio messages began to come back from headquarters with missing person’s reports, but none matched the description of their victim.

On the way back to Shipley’s office, the investigators stopped at a local restaurant for some coffee and to compare notes on the crime scene. Their initial feeling was that the killing resulted from a bungled drug deal, but the one thing they could not understand was why the body had been left in plain sight. If the killer or killers had simply carried it another 20 yards or so into the brush, it might not have been discovered for years. The only feasible explanation they could muster was that whoever did the murder assumed that the body was going to be completely reduced to ashes by the fire.

Witness

Clifton and Glenda Lawrence were spending their Saturday evening enjoying a television program when their youngest daughter, 15-year-old Toni, walked through the front door. It was immediately apparent that something was wrong. Following behind her was her best friend, Hope, and her parents, Carl and Gloria Rippey. Each of them had a solemn look, which reminded Glenda Lawrence of the previous year when she had learned that a local boy had raped Toni. Clifton had tried to press charges against the boy, but he only received a reprimand by police due to lack of evidence. Before her parents could say a word, Toni began babbling incoherently, she was obviously upset and in a state of near shock. Clifton instructed Glenda to take Toni to another room while he talked to the Rippeys.

Carl Rippey told Clifton that the girls said they had witnessed a murder earlier that day. He said that the details were sketchy, but that he felt they were telling the truth. Clifton was speechless for a few moments and then asked the Rippeys to go with him to the police station. They refused, insisting that they were going to talk to an attorney before doing anything. Following a brief discussion, the Rippeys left. Clifton called his daughter and wife into the room and said they were going to the police station.

It was just after 9:00 p.m. when the Lawrences arrived at the Jefferson County sheriff’s office in Madison. Upon learning that a young girl and her family had information regarding a murder in Jefferson County, Sheriff Shipley was quickly ushered them into his office. Toni Lawrence stated that she had spent the previous night with two friends, 15-year-old Hope Rippey and 17-year-old Laurie Tackett. The three drove to New Albany in Tackett’s car and picked up 16-year-old Melinda Loveless, a friend of Tackett’s whom Toni had never met before. After picking up Melinda, they went to a hard-core punk rock show for a few hours and then headed back towards home. According to Toni Lawrence, on the way back Loveless began talking about a girl named Shanda, saying that Shanda was trying to steal her girlfriend and that she wanted to kill her. Shipley stopped Lawrence mid-sentence, had her sign a waiver of her rights and turned on a tape recorder.

The Arrest

Before the Lawrences left the police station, they informed Sheriff Shipley about the Rippeys’ plan to get an attorney. As he decided what to do next, Shipley received a missing person’s report from Clark County. Shanda Sharer, 12-years-old, had been reported missing by her parents some eight hours earlier. Shipley felt his heart sink as he noticed the description – blonde hair, five feet tall, around 100 pounds. The description fit. He started the paper work to get warrants for the arrest of Laurie Tackett and Melinda Loveless. As investigators rushed to get their paper work in order, they received word that the dental records matched that of Shanda Sharer. No matter which direction the case went in now, the hardest part was at hand – Sheriff Shipley had to notify Shanda’s parents.

Shanda’s parents, Jackie Vaught and Steven Sharer, were excited at first when the police contacted them. They were certain that their little girl had been found and that they would be reunited with her at any minute. However, as soon as they saw the look on Detective Henry’s face, they knew something terrible had happened. There is no right way to tell parents that their child is dead. Regardless of eloquence or sensitivity of the messenger, the impact on the family remains the same. When Detective Henry told them Shanda was gone, Jackie became hysterical.

It was almost two in the morning by the time Sheriff Shipley and Detective Henry acquired warrants for Tackett and Loveless. Laurie Tackett’s vehicle was spotted at Melinda’s mother’s house, so the investigators decided to start there.

The two men knocked on the door and Melinda’s mother, Margie, answered. They quickly explained why they were there and asked her where the girls were. Margie explained that they were up stairs sleeping, so the investigators made their way up to Melinda’s room. As they entered the room they saw Melinda and Laurie sleeping in bed. Henry yelled for the two to get up. As they arose from their slumber, he informed them that he had warrants and was arresting both of them on charges of murder. The two teens were then led out of the house in handcuffs and transported to the police station, where they were booked and jailed. Investigators decided to wait until morning to question them.

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On Sunday morning, Dr. George Nichols conducted Shanda’s autopsy. The procedure revealed that she had multiple injuries: ligature marks on the wrists and several lacerations to the head, neck and legs. Shanda’s fingers were in such a severe condition that they had to be cut off in order to take prints. Her jaw was also removed so that her dentist could identify her teeth for the record. The upper part of the body was covered in third and fourth degree burns and her tongue protruded through clenched teeth. Lacerations to the anus indicated a blunt object, inserted at least three and a half inches, had been used to sodomize her. In addition, the extent of rectal bleeding showed that she had been alive at the time of the molestation. Most revealing of all was the fact that soot was found in the upper airway, indicating that she had been alive when she was set on fire.

Investigators questioned both Melinda Loveless and Laurie Tackett before transporting them to Circuit Court in Madison. A single count of murder was entered against both girls and counsel was appointed to represent them. In a separate hearing, Judge Ted Todd waived both girls from the juvenile court system, so that they would be tried as adults. Following Melinda and Laurie’s hearing, prosecutor Guy Townsend spoke with Hope Rippey’s attorney regarding her involvement.

By this time, the media was swarming all over the case and it was making national headlines. The public was in shock and demanded quick justice for 12-year-old Shanda Sharer. The media attention also brought forth several teens that knew the accused girls and had interesting tidbits of information to contribute. Apparently Loveless and Tackett had confessed the entire crime to at least three people, two of which eagerly made statements to Shipley and Henry. The facts were starting to fall into place. Investigators pieced together what had happened to Shanda Sharer late Friday and early Saturday. While each of the girls tried to play down her own role in the murder, most of their statements matched. Prosecutor Guy Townsend was confident in his case and was working out all of the details. There was no way Shanda could be brought back, but he was determined that she would get justice.

The next chapters chronicle Shanda Sharer’s last hours of life. These details are based upon the girl’s confessions, statements by witnesses and evidence uncovered by investigators.

The Plan

On the night of Friday, Jan. 11, 1992, Melinda Loveless reached the boiling point. Her girlfriend, 14-year-old Amanda Heavrin had been cheating on her for months with 12-year-old Shanda Sharer and Melinda decided that enough was enough. She had warned both of them numerous times to no avail. It was now time to show them just how serious she was. Laurie Tackett was coming over and Melinda knew that Laurie would be more than happy to help her put a plan into action. Melinda thought Laurie was strange because she claimed to raise demons and claimed to have another personality that was a vampire, but she was a devoted friend. Most to the point, Laurie had often talked about killing someone for the fun of it.

Laurie picked up two of her friends on her way to Melinda’s house, 15-year-olds Hope Rippey and Toni Lawrence. Toni had never met Melinda before and Hope had only met her once or twice herself. When the girls arrived at Melinda’s, they all went up stairs and began chitchatting about what the night had in store. All of them had lied to their parents earlier that day, telling them they were spending the night at a friend’s house. They believed that there were no rules that night and the town was theirs to take.

As they sat around talking, Melinda pulled a large kitchen knife out of her purse and said that she was going to use it to scare a girl. She then filled Hope and Toni in on the problems she had been having with Shanda Sharer. Melinda had Shanda’s address and within minutes the girls were en route to her house. They had a difficult time locating Shanda’s house, but, after asking directions a few times, they eventually found it and parked half a block away. Since Hope and Toni had never met Shanda, Melinda instructed them to go to the door, claim to be friends of Amanda Heavrin’s, and get Shanda to come out to the car. When the girls knocked on the door, Shanda opened it up, but was confused since she did not recognize either girl. Toni and Hope explained to her that they were friends of Amanda’s and that she was waiting for her at a deserted stone building in the woods called the Witches’ Castle. Shanda could not go then because her parents were up, but she told them she could sneak out around midnight if they wanted to come back. Toni and Hope agreed and headed back for the car. Melinda was angry that Shanda was not with them, but she calmed down when they told her about Shanda’s plan to sneak out later. Since they had some time to kill, the girls decided to go see a concert being held at a nearby state park.

It was after 12:30 a.m. by the time the girls made their way back to Shanda’s from the concert. Toni did not want to go back up to the door, so Hope and Laurie agreed to go. Melinda was the only one of the bunch that Shanda knew, so she hid in the backseat under a blanket. Shanda was waiting at a side door when Laurie and Hope walked up. They explained that Amanda was still waiting for her and that she sent them back to pick her up. Shanda was hesitant at first, but Hope was able to convince her to go and soon they were all getting into Laurie’s car. Toni slid out of the front passenger seat so that Shanda could sit in the middle and they were on their way. Laurie explained to Shanda that the Witches’ Castle was a short drive away in Utica and that it used to be the home of nine witches who controlled the town. As they drove to the castle, Hope asked Shanda questions about Amanda and their relationship. Shanda said that they had been going out for quite a while and that she really cared about her. Suddenly, Melinda popped her head from the backseat, grabbed Shanda by the hair, and placed the knife to her throat. Shanda cried and begged Melinda not to hurt her, but for the remainder of the ride, Melinda berated Shanda and referred to her repeatedly as a “bitch,” all the while holding the knife tightly against her throat.

Shanda was sobbing uncontrollably by the time they reached the Witches’ Castle. Melinda and Laurie pulled Shanda out of the car and held her arms tightly as Hope and Toni illuminated the trail to the castle with lighters. Once inside, Melinda tied Shanda’s hands as Hope taunted her with the knife. Melinda then took several pieces of Shanda’s jewelry, which she and Toni put on. Hope decided she liked a musical Mickey Mouse watch Shanda was wearing, so she took it for herself.

It was dark in the castle, so Laurie took an old t-shirt and started a fire. As the flames grew, Laurie pointed at the fire and told Shanda that was what she was going to look like before the night was over. Shanda was so frightened that she could not even speak -- she just sobbed continuously. Laurie was growing nervous as several cars drove by the castle and suggested that they should leave and go to another place by her house, so they dragged Shanda back to the car and drove off with their prisoner.

The girls stopped at a Five Star station to get some gas. Shanda was stuffed behind the backseat and covered with a blanket as Melinda stood guard. Laurie pumped the gas while Hope went inside to pay and Toni made a phone call to a friend. During the conversation, Toni mentioned nothing of Shanda being held captive. For someone who later claimed to be very distraught over the forthcoming events, she did nothing to save Shanda. As soon as Toni hung up the phone, the group hit the road again.

Assault

It took nearly an hour for the girls to reach Madison. Laurie pointed out her house and a few miles later, they pulled onto an old logging road and stopped. Hope and Toni got out of the car and Melinda and Laurie yanked Shanda from the backseat. Melinda untied Shanda’s hands and ordered her to remove her clothes. It was bitterly cold, so Hope and Toni got back in the car and took up positions next to the window so that they could watch what was happening outside. Shanda stripped down to her panties as Melinda threatened her with the knife. Melinda then scooped up the clothes and threw them in the car, telling the others that she wanted them as souvenirs. Hope picked up Shanda’s polka-dot bra and put it on. Toni turned on the radio.

Laurie grabbed both of Shanda’s hands and held them behind her back so that Melinda could hit her. Shanda begged them to let her go and swore to stay away from Amanda, but each request was greeted by Melinda telling her to shut up. Suddenly, Melinda punched Shanda as hard as she could in the stomach and the girl collapsed to the ground. Through gasping breaths Shanda begged them to stop hurting her. Melinda reached down, picked Shanda up by the hair and repeatedly slammed her head into her knee. The multiple blows caused Shanda’s braces to cut into her lips and blood flowed from her mouth.

As Shanda lay on the ground moaning, Melinda pulled out the knife and tried to cut her throat, but the knife was too dull to cut the skin. Hope jumped out of the car to help hold Shanda down as Melinda tried using her foot to force the knife, but with no result. Since they could not slit her throat, Melinda and Laurie took turns stabbing her in the chest with the knife. The wounds were not severe enough to cause immediate death, so Laurie decided that they would have to strangle her and ran back to the car for some rope. Shanda continued to beg for her life, but, Melinda simply laughed in her face. As soon as Laurie returned with the rope, Melinda sat on Shanda’s legs and Laurie straddled her chest. Laurie wrapped the rope around Shanda’s neck and pulled with all her might until the body beneath her became limp. Uncertain as to whether or not Shanda was really dead, the girls tossed her body into the trunk and headed for Laurie’s house.

Once they got to Laurie’s house, the girls went up stairs to her room, where Laurie pulled out some mystic stones and tried reading their future. Just as Laurie said that their futures looked good, her dog began barking. As they listened out the window, they could hear Shanda’s muffled screams. Laurie ran into the kitchen and grabbed a paring knife before running outside. She opened the trunk and stabbed Shanda many times, hoping to silence her. Afterwards, Laurie closed the trunk and returned to her room where the others were waiting. She was covered in blood. Then Laurie announced that they needed to go for a ride. Hope and Toni refused, so Melinda and Laurie left by themselves.

As Melinda and Laurie drove around, deciding what to do next, they stopped to see if Shanda was dead. As soon as the trunk lid opened, Shanda sat up. She was covered in blood and her eyes rolled back into her head. She tried to speak, but was only able to utter one word, “mommy.” Laurie then reached into the trunk, picked up a tire iron, and struck Shanda on the head. She closed the trunk and they were on their way once again.

A short time later, as they traveled down winding back roads, they heard gurgling noises coming from the trunk. Laurie pulled over to assess the situation. Melinda stayed inside while Laurie walked to the rear of the car and opened the trunk. Shanda was lying on her side. She looked as though she had been painted red and strange gasping and gurgling noises emitted from her wounds. Laurie grasped the tire iron again and brought it down on Shanda’s head several times. One of the blows was so severe that a chunk of Shanda’s skull broke off. Satisfied with her handiwork, Laurie shut the trunk and walked back up to the car. When she got inside, she placed the end of the tire iron under her nose and smelled it. She began laughing as she explained what had happened and shoved the tire iron under Melinda’s nose.

The sun was starting to rise, so the girls decided to head back to Laurie’s and burn Shanda’s body. Along the way, they stopped several times to try to quiet Shanda with the tire iron. Back at Laurie’s, the two girls woke up Hope and Toni, bragged about the new wounds they had inflicted upon Shanda, and explained their new plan. Hope and Toni got up and followed Laurie and Melinda out back to the burn pile.

Then they discovered that their plan would not work. The burn pile was covered in frost and the girls did not have any gasoline to start a fire. Laurie decided to show Hope her handy work. Toni did not want to look at the body so she was told to start the car and rev the engine in case Shanda started to scream. When Laurie opened the trunk, Hope noticed a bottle of Windex next to Shanda, so she picked it up and began spraying Shanda with the cleaning liquid. As the Windex fizzled in her wounds, Shanda somehow managed the strength to sit up. Her body was blood red, while her eyes were pure white. At some point during this time, the girls anally molested Shanda with the tire iron, however none of the girls have ever admitted any knowledge of the wounds. Shanda began swaying back and forth as Laurie talked to her. Shanda said nothing. Just then Laurie’s mother yelled out the door for her. Laurie slammed the trunk down on Shanda’s head and ran inside to see what her mom wanted.

Once Laurie returned from the house the girls decided it was time to end Shanda once and for all.

As the girls drove down the road they decided that the best way to get rid of Shanda was to burn her. Laurie pulled into a Clark Oil station, north of Madison, to fill up the gas tank. As she worked the pump she had Toni buy a two-liter bottle of pop so that they could fill it with gas. Upon finishing their business at the gas station the girls drove to Lemon Road. Hope was familiar with the area and suggested that it would be a good spot to get rid of Shanda.

When they spotted an old logging road they turned in and stopped the car. Laurie opened the trunk and Melinda and Hope helped her pick up Shanda with the blanket they had covered her with earlier. Toni chose not to help and sat in the car watching as they carried Shanda several feet behind the car before laying her on the ground. Hope took the bottle of gasoline and poured a generous amount on Shanda, afterwards Laurie struck a match and threw it down on Shanda’s gas soaked body. The gasoline instantly ignited and the fire appeared to be burning well. The girls hopped back into the car and took off. Melinda got nervous as they drove away and told Laurie to turn around. She wanted to make sure the body was burning good. Once back at the scene, Melinda grabbed the pop bottle with the remaining gasoline and ran over to Shanda’s corpse. She stood there staring momentarily as Shanda curled up into a fetal position and her tongue began darting in and out of her mouth. After she felt she had seen enough, she threw the remaining gasoline on Shanda’s smoldering corpse and ran back to the car. Melinda thought Shanda’s movements were funny and bragged to the others about what she had witnessed.

The girls felt the ordeal was over. Shanda was out of Melinda’s life for good. Laurie seemed to enjoy herself during the crime and Hope and Toni must not have been too shook up, because they had several opportunities during the night to summon help for Shanda, but they obviously chose not to. All of their hard work made them tired, so they decided to stop at McDonalds on the way back. During breakfast Laurie and Melinda joked several times about how the sausages they were eating resembled Sandra. After breakfast Laurie drove Hope and Toni to their homes and went with Melinda to her house. They decided earlier that she would sleep over, but first they wanted to make some calls and brag about what they had just done.

Escaping Death

It did not take prosecutor Guy Townsend long to bring charges against Hope Rippey and Toni Lawrence. On March 15, 1992, he charged both girls with murder, arson, battery with a deadly weapon, aggravated battery, criminal confinement, and intimidation. During their arraignment, Judge Ted Todd waived both into the adult system. Following their brief appearance they were taken to Jefferson County jail to await trial. Later that same afternoon, Melinda Loveless and Laurie Tackett were brought before Judge Todd and charged with seven additional crimes, including child molesting and criminal deviate conduct. A month later, on April 9, 1992, Townsend filed an additional count of felony murder against Loveless and Tackett.

On April 22, 1992, Toni Lawrence decided not to take her chances with a trial and accepted a plea bargain with the state. In exchange for testimony against the other three girls, Townsend agreed to drop all of the charges except for a guilty plea for criminal confinement. For this charge Lawrence would face six to 20 years behind bars. The sentence would, of course, be at the judge’s discretion. While many people decried the plea agreement as ludicrous, Townsend felt it was necessary to have an eyewitness for the state.

Regardless of the state’s new key witness, Loveless, Rippey and Tackett would not wave from their pleas of not guilty and repeatedly turned down the state’s offers. Townsend was becoming incensed and on July 13, 1992, filed death penalty specifications against Loveless and Tackett. In addition, he filed yet another charge against both girls – conspiracy to commit murder. Because of Rippey’s age, Townsend could not file death penalty specifications against her.

On August 17, 1992, Toni Lawrence was discovered slumped over in her cell. She was rushed to Scott Memorial Hospital in Scottsburg, where it was determined that she had taken an overdose of Lorazepam, an antidepressant drug. She had apparently been saving her prescribed daily doses. Lawrence was initially comatose and remained in the intensive care unit for 11 days before regaining consciousness. Following her recovery, Judge Todd ordered that she be transferred to Lifespring mental health facility in Jeffersonville for evaluation. Lawrence remained in the custody of mental health officials until October 1992, when she was transferred back to jail.

On September 21, 1992, Melinda Loveless and Laurie Tackett finally decided to plea bargain with the state. Both pled guilty to the murder and torture of Shanda Sharer, arson and criminal confinement. In exchange, the state would drop all other charges and withdraw the death penalty specifications against them. The agreement specified that they both cooperate with the state and that their ultimate sentences run concurrently.

Eight days after her plea agreement, Melinda Loveless was caught having sex with an employee at the Clark County Jail. The employee subsequently resigned and Loveless was transferred to the Indiana Woman’s Prison. No charges were ever filed. In November 1992, Tackett and Loveless attended separate plea agreement hearings in which they had to admit to their actions in the death of Shanda Sharer. Judge Todd set both sentencing hearings for December 14, 1992. The following day Hope Rippey’s trial date was set for March 1, 1993. Regardless of what her cohorts were doing, she continued to maintain her innocence.

During the first week of December 1992, Laurie Tackett gave an exclusive interview to Chris Yaw, a reporter from WKRC-TV in Cincinnati. During the five-minute interview Tackett repeatedly blamed Melinda Loveless for Shanda’s death.

“I didn’t think she was going to go that far,” Tackett said. “It wasn’t really the fact that I can’t believe I’m doing this. It was the fact that I can’t believe this is happening. I told her it was stupid.

“Shanda hugged me. She asked me not to let Melinda do it. She was crying…there wasn’t anything I could do.”

Tackett went on to say that she expected to beat the charges against her and that she planned on pursuing a degree in child psychology.

On December 10, 1992, Judge Todd accepted Toni Lawrence’s plea agreement in exchange for her full cooperation. Reporters from all over the United States were already making their way to Madison, Indiana, in anticipation of Melinda Loveless and Laurie Tackett’s sentencing hearings.

“The age of innocence here ended about 10:45 A.M. last January 11 on a dirt road fifteen miles out of town,” wrote Chicago Tribune reporter Ron Grossman.

“It’s like you look at the Leopold and Loeb case, recast it for girls, and set it in Main Street, USA,” he added.

Shattered Lives

On December 14, 1992, the opening day of the sentencing hearing for Melinda Loveless, television trucks lined the street outside of the Jefferson County Courthouse. The courtroom was packed with reporters, onlookers, and family members for both sides – Loveless’ and Shanda’s. As the session began, prosecutor Guy Townsend described to the court in vivid detail the events of January 10 and 11 – Shanda’s abduction, torture and murder. Over the next several days Toni Lawrence, Laurie Tackett and several friends and acquaintances of Loveless’ were called to testify against her. In addition Townsend called Donn and Ralph Foley; Sheriff Richard “Buck” Shipley; Detective Steve Henry; Sergeant Curtis Wells; Dr. George Nichols and members of Shanda’s family.

In the end, the most compelling and heart wrenching testimony came from Shanda’s mother, Jackie Vaught. She began with a video, which was a collection of photographs of Shanda at different stages in her life. As the tape played, Jackie narrated the particular events in the photos. Following her presentation, she read a previously written statement to the courtroom that lasted for approximately 45 minutes.

“It has obviously shattered all of our lives. I speak for all of us when I say I don’t think there is anything worse than burying your own child.

“I can’t control my emotions most of the time and I cry because I want my baby back. I want her home for Christmas this year, but I can’t have her. This year I didn’t get to buy Shanda any presents. There are no presents for her under my tree.

“Melinda has cheated me out of being with my daughter during this life. It is my wish for you (Melinda) that you live your life with memories of her screams and the sight of her burned and mutilated body. I’m not sure who you love most in life, Melinda, whether it be your mother or your father, but I want you to imagine them in the trunk of that car. I want you to imagine the person you love the most begging and screaming for their life. I want you to imagine that person being the person laying on that ground that was burned and mutilated. Maybe then, and I doubt this seriously, you could feel a small portion of the pain our family feels. The proper punishment for Melinda would be to place her in a cell with pictures of Shanda’s burned body and force her to continually listen to a tape of my daughter screaming like she did that night.

“I hope and pray you remember these words for the rest of your life. -- May you rot in hell.”

At the conclusion, Judge Todd announced that he would wait until after Laurie Tackett’s sentencing hearing to pronounce both girls’ sentences.

Laurie Tackett’s sentencing hearing began on December 28, 1992, and was almost identical to that of Melinda Loveless’s. Townsend more or less recounted the same events and the witnesses varied little. In addition, Loveless and Lawrence both testified as part of their plea agreement.

On the morning of January 4, 1993, Melinda Loveless stood before Judge Todd and awaited her sentence. He began by citing all of the factors involved in the case, including the “gruesome nature” of the crime and the victim’s age. After a brief pause, Judge Todd sentenced Loveless to 60 years in prison, the maximum sentence allowed under plea agreements.

“You still have time to turn your life around and do something good and useful with your life after prison,” Todd said as Loveless began weeping uncontrollably. “Shanda Sharer does not. I hope you take advantage of this opportunity.”

Melinda continued to sob as she was led away and Laurie Tackett was brought in. The judge again cited the factors involved in the case and passed down the identical sentence he gave Melinda just moments before. Tackett, stone-faced, did not flinch as the sentence was read.

Following the sentencing of Loveless and Tackett, Shanda’s mother, Jackie Vaught, gave a brief statement to the press.

Just two days after the sentencing of Loveless and Tackett, Shanda’s parents filed a $1 billion dollar lawsuit against all four girls. The suit was filed after a Louisville television station reported that Tackett was negotiating to sell her story to a movie production company and that Loveless was also considering various offers she had received. Shanda’s parents never expected to collect any of the money, they simply wanted to discourage the girls from profiting at their daughters expense. That same day, Jackie gave a brief interview to the Courier Journal.

“It’s appalling to think that they could profit from killing Shanda, but I can’t say I was shocked to hear about their plans. I know the horrible things these girls are capable of,” she said.

Clark County Circuit judge Daniel Donahue agreed with Jackie and quickly issued a temporary injunction blocking the girls from making any deals to sell their story.

Despite Judge Donahue’s injunction, Indiana law mandates that any money a felon receives for publication or broadcast rights be deposited in a violent crime victim’s fund, hence it was and still is, highly unlikely that the girls would ever be able to profit from their crime.

Pathetic Excuses




Toni Lawrence’s sentencing hearing began on January 19, 1993. The hearing lasted a mere two days, during which time investigators praised Lawrence for her cooperation and several teachers, family members and friends testified on her behalf. As the hearing came to an end, Lawrence was granted permission by the court to read a statement of her own, directed towards Shanda’s family.

“I’m so sorry about your little girl. I know that you can never forgive me for being with those girls on January 10th and 11th but I would like to explain some things to you.

“I do feel very much remorse for your daughter. I’ve been locked up for ten months and that time has been a living hell. I’ve had nightmares where I wake up screaming and can’t stop and think for a second without seeing Shanda’s burned body or hearing her screams. I was terrified of Melinda and Laurie. Melinda had a knife and was going to kill Shanda. I know I should be punished, but in my heart, seeing Shanda tortured and burnt was punishment in itself. I didn’t get help because I was scared they would kill me too.

“That night and morning will live visibly in my mind for the rest of my life. I know you have the right to hate me. I wished there was something I could do for you, but all I can say is how very sorry I am.”

Following Lawrence’s statement Jackie Vaught took the pulpit and gave her reply.

“I sat through three sentencing hearings and had to look and listen to my daughters murderers day after day while they have lied and put on acts worthy of an Oscar…I see attorneys trying to convince everyone that these girls are victims. The victim here is Shanda Renee Sharer and her family and friends. Toni could have saved my daughters life that night at any given time. She chose not to.”

When court reconvened the next morning, Judge Todd sentenced Toni Lawrence to serve 20 years in prison, the maximum sentence allowed by law. Lawrence broke down and cried as deputies led her away.

On June 1, 1993, after several delays, Hope Rippey’s trial finally began. At the request of the defense, the trial had been moved to South Bend, Indiana and was being held at St. Joseph’s Superior Court House with Judge Jeanne Jourdan presiding. As the trial began, Rippey took the stand and stated that her only action against Shanda was pouring the gasoline on her body. Following her brief statement, the defense called psychologist Michael Sheehan to the stand. Dr. Sheehan stated that Rippey was immature and had acted solely under the domination of Melinda Loveless and Laurie Tackett. However, the testimony by Lawrence, Loveless and Tackett painted a different picture. The prosecution also called forward witnesses from the previous three proceedings. The last to testify was Shanda’s mother Jackie. As she once again showed the video of Shanda to the court, she became angry when Hope held her head down. The judge then ordered Hope to watch the presentation. Following the video, Jackie made a brief statement.

“Imagine how you would feel if someone did to your niece what you did to our child. You cannot know the pain we’ve felt. There is no greater pain than losing your child.”

After a short recess, Judge Jourdan sentenced Hope Rippey to the maximum 60 years, and then suspended 10 years for mitigating circumstances, ordering her to be placed on probation for 10 years at the time of her release. Judge Jourdan then made her own statement to the court.

“Hope Rippey had choices. There were avenues of escape, ways to help herself, ways to help Shanda. She poured the gasoline so no one would get caught, even though she knew it would kill Shanda. Her lack of mercy, of tender courage, is a horrifying lesson to us all.”

Following Rippey’s sentencing, Jackie Vaught spoke to the press from the steps of the courthouse.

“I don’t know what normal is anymore, I’m not the person I was when Shanda was here. I’m going home to my new grandbaby that was just born. You have to go on. Shanda’s with God.”

Epilogue

Melinda Loveless, Laurie Tackett and Hope Rippey are currently serving their sentences at the Indiana State Women’s Prison in Indianapolis. Due to Indiana’s policy of reducing inmates' sentence by a day for every day served, if they exhibit good behavior, Hope Rippey could possibly walk out of prison in 2017, when she is 40; and Melinda Loveless and Laurie Tackett in 2022, when Loveless is 46 and Tackett is 47 years old. In the spring of 1994, Toni Lawrence received her GED. Four years later, On Nov. 10, 1998, she was denied early release from prison. During 2000 she received an associate's degree, which reduced her prison sentence by nearly one year.

In March 2000, I sent out a letter to each of the convicted murderers and asked them for their opinion on why someone would kill. Only two responded, and Laurie Tackett was the first:

“I’ve often wondered what motivates someone to commit murder myself. No murderer has the same motivations as all the rest in my opinion. I believe (killers) are really deep individuals who are searching for some kind of release. Whether it be mental, physical or spiritual, it’s always release. There’s always a purpose for one’s actions … there could be many reasons.

“Let’s say for instance, I know a couple of people who kill simply for the fear that they see in their victim’s eyes, and for the sight of blood on their bodies … my opinion is that they do it to feel superior or high on the victims fear, and they’re thirsty for the spill of blood.”

Recent online photo of Toni Lawrence
The only other reply to my question came from Toni Lawrence. While her views were pretty much the same as Tackett’s ─ “I think the first time one kills they kill to get that high that they could never obtain any other way” ─ it was a separate more telling paragraph that catches the attention:

“ So you write Laurie? How about Hope – Melinda? … I don’t mind about Laurie – please tell her I think of her daily and that I’m ok.”

The above statement leads one to seriously question some of Toni’s initial statements regarding her relationship with Laurie and her participation in the murder of Shanda Sharer. It seems odd that someone would want to send best wishes to a person whom they claimed ruined their life by brutally murdering an innocent girl.

Regardless of her level of guilt, on December 14, 2000, 24-year-old Toni Lawrence walked out of prison after serving nearly nine years of her 20-year sentence. Following her release, Lawrence spoke briefly with Louisville television station WAVE before heading back to Madison with her parents.

"I didn't stop it, I couldn't stop it. I don't care what anyone else says. If I would've tried anything different, I would've been dead, lying there with her and they would never know."

Toni will remain on parole until December 2002.

On Saturday, April 21, 2001, 45-year-old Courier-Journal reporter Michael Joseph Quinlan, author of Little Lost Angel – The True Story Of The Teenage Conspiracy To Kill Twelve Year Old Shanda Sharer, died at his home in Lawrenceburg, Ky., from brain cancer. Following his death, Kathy Quinlan started the Michael Quinlan Brain Cancer Foundation.

Jill Dando, The golden girl of TV, murdered

Jill Dando was murdered outside her west London home in April 1999. The popular presenter had become a household name during her 10-year career on national TV.
In one of the last interviews she gave before her death Jill Dando said she had never been happier. She had recently announced her engagement to be married and was working a new Sunday evening show - Antiques Detectives.

A talented presenter, Miss Dando was able to turn her hand to both light entertainment and news.

She had fronted BBC programmes such as the Six O'Clock News, Breakfast News, Crimewatch and Holiday.

Modest and astute

A successful and popular presenter

After her death the BBC Director General, Sir John Birt, paid tribute to Miss Dando's popularity and professionalism.

"She was an unusually modest person for our industry. She mucked in and was a normal member of the team," he said.

Newsreader Jennie Bond said of her colleague: "She had a very good and astute brain, was able to ask all the right questions and to have that serious, proper professional face as well as be seen on a beach in a bikini."

"She would always laugh at herself. She did not think a lot of herself."

Miss Dando cut her teeth as a newspaper journalist in her home town of Weston-super-Mare, in south west England, after training in south Wales.

She developed a passion for acting, as a member of the local amateur dramatic society - skills which would stand her in good stead for her future television career.

She broke into broadcasting with a move to BBC Radio Devon, where she presented news bulletins. The rising star soon progressed to television, fronting the regional news magazine programme Spotlight.

National fame

Effortless transition from news to fronting Holiday

Her big break came in 1988, at the age of 26, when she moved to the BBC's national news operation in London.

But Miss Dando maintained close ties with her native South West, taking time out of her busy schedule to become a patron of a hospice appeal in Weston-super-Mare. The fund raised £100,000 during 1997 towards a new in-patient unit, which she officially opened in November of that year.

As a host of BBC One's Breakfast News, Miss Dando's unassuming and relaxed presentation manner gained wide recognition.

By the early 1990s she replaced Anneka Rice on the BBC Holiday programme.

Slowing down

By 1995 she had added the monthly BBC One Crimewatch show to her roster of programmes, teaming up with Nick Ross after Sue Cook decided to leave.

As she looked forward to married life - she became engaged to gynaecologist Alan Farthing after they met on a blind date - Miss Dando announced her desire for a less frantic life.

"I have been determined for the past couple of years to move away from all those Holiday programmes," said the former BBC personality of the year in an interview shortly before her death.

"All this time I have been packing my bags and going off to Heathrow 20 times a year, for at least a week if it was a long haul location.

Marriage

"Friends are very understanding when you tell them in April that you can see them next September, but there is a limit to how long you can go on like that.

"And getting married this autumn was certainly an additional incentive to spend rather more time in England."

Shortly before her death she publicly ruled herself out of the race to present a revamped Six O'Clock News.

She said she was looking forward to having children.

modern day Bonnie & Clyde bankrobbers

SYNOPSIS: Since 1997, Craig Pritchert and Nova Guthrie have been two bank robbers on the run. This glamorous modern-day Bonnie & Clyde couple has held up over 12 banks throughout the West. Their elaborate schemes allow them to live the lavish lifestyle they've always dreamed of.

Craig Pritchert, 37, is a former college baseball star. Nova Guthrie is a former biology major and sorority president. Before each heist, Guthrie and Pritchert are believed to spend considerable time in the area. They study and survey the targeted bank. Each robbery is an armed take-over, and often occurs when the bank opens or closes. They wear disguises and maintain radio contact with their co-conspirators on the outside via two-way radios. They usually abandon their vehicle not far from the bank.

For nearly two years it would seem Nova and Craig were a match made in bank robbing heaven, but in 1999, their world almost fell apart. Nova had a change of heart. She asked for help from her sister, who led her to chaplain Bill Fay in Denver. Nova told Chaplain Fay she wanted out of her life of crime. She turned herself in to the FBI and began revealing bits about the heists. The FBI was so confident that Nova would divulge all that they let her go without an arrest. It was a move they would soon regret. Apparently, Nova decided the straight and narrow was not for her. Authorities say she rejoined Craig and went back to bank robbing. They committed another robbery in the fall of 2000 and were last seen in Nova Scotia at a professional hockey game. Authorities surrounded the area but somehow the couple managed to evade the cops one more time.

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Part of a modern-day “Bonnie and Clyde” duo, Craig Pritchert made the FBI’s most wanted list by robbing banks throughout the Pacific Northwest, Texas, Arizona, New Mexico and Colorado, going back to 1997.

The FBI believes that Pritchert and his girlfriend Nova Guthrie, spend considerable time in the area casing their target before moving in. They use a sophisticated system of communication via two-way radios with their outside man, they’re familiar with the layout and personnel in the banks, and they dump their getaway car not far from the scene of the robberies.

They were captured in South Africa in August of 2003, and are awaiting extradition.

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Bank robbers right at home in SA

As America's 'Bonnie and Clyde' are arrested in Cape Town, their local friends sing the praises of a likeable and trustworthy couple.

By Gill Moodie and Jeanne van der Merwe

WANTED: Craig Pritchert leaves the Cape Town Magistrate's Court this week after an extradition hearing

DOUBLE IDENTITY: Nova Guthrie with her boss at a Cape Town nightclub, Giorgo, in a photo on the club's website

Americans Nova Guthrie and Craig Pritchert, the wild "Bonnie and Clyde" bank robbers who were nabbed in Cape Town this week, reinvented themselves as a yuppie couple while living on the run in South Africa.

In the US, the two are accused of bank robberies noted for their shock gun-wielding tactics. But in Cape Town the couple built such trust in their circle that acquaintances described Guthrie this week as an "angel" and told how she had been entrusted with large sums of money.

The couple will be extradited to the US tomorrow after being on the FBI's "Most Wanted" list for years. But stunned friends and colleagues in Cape Town said they had had no inkling that the two were on the run.

Guthrie, 30, and Pritchert, 41, seemed relaxed as they appeared briefly in the Cape Town Magistrate's Court on Friday for an extradition hearing. They whispered to each other in the dock while prosecutor Derick Vogel read out the charges against them.

Both told magistrate Audrey Johnson in confident, nonchalant voices that they had nothing to say.

"People in the States know her [Guthrie] as this bank robber," said her boss at the Bossa Nova nightclub and a former flatmate, who would give his name only as "Giorgo". "But there was a good side." Andi Brown, as Guthrie called herself, was a capable young woman who was sweet, athletic and good at her job, he said.

She rose from being a waitress at the trendy Greenpoint club to running its website and organising promotions and events. She was trusted with large sums of money, said another boss, calling himself only "George".

Pritchert, who was known to everyone at the club as "Dane", would pop in for a drink. He was a day trader, buying and selling stocks on the Internet from their nearby flat.

Neighbours in the upmarket block of flats remarked that it was odd that Guthrie had been the one who always drove their Volkswagen Beetle - possibly because Pritchert was fearful of applying for a driver's licence.

The lease for the two-bedroom flat was in her name and she had recently renewed it and told the landlord she would like to buy the place.

Graham Savage, who acted as the letting agent, saw Guthrie's passport - in Andi Brown's name.

"Both of them said they had fallen in love with South Africa and wanted to settle here," said Savage.

The FBI eventually tracked down the pair after a tip-off in the US.

At the flat this week were signs of the yuppie life they had led. On the kitchen counter stood a computer, a big-screen TV and a bottle of expensive Johnnie Walker Blue Label whisky.

Giorgo said Guthrie had loved Pritchert and would do anything for him. This week the two had asked after each other from their cells when Giorgo had visited them.

Guthrie told him she had spoken to one of her brothers in the US and that her parents had already been approached about a book and movie deal.

It was Guthrie's love for Pritchert that led her into a life of crime. She became the getaway driver as her lover hit small-town banks across the US. The FBI estimates they netted 500 000 between 1997 and 1999.

The rebellious daughter of Christian fundamentalist parents living in Colorado, Guthrie left home to study biology at college and then went to live with a brother in New Mexico. The brother introduced her to Pritchert, a drifter he had met in a bar in September 1997.

He was a college baseball star from Arizona who had failed to break into the professional league. He had left his high school sweetheart wife and three children when he had turned to robbing houses and banks.

Pritchert had already served time when he met Guthrie.

Unlike Bonnie and Clyde, they did not kill anyone, but things turned sour in 1999 when Guthrie turned herself in to police, apparently in a fit of Christian remorse.

However, after preparing to turn state witness she got cold feet and disappeared again.

It seems the couple travelled through Canada, the Caribbean and Namibia before arriving in South Africa. By the time they hit the Mother City in 1999 the loot was spent.

The couple replaced the thrill of robbing banks with gym and martial arts. They were regulars at Quentin Chong's martial arts centre, where they pumped iron and learnt Muay Thai boxing, a particularly brutal form of kickboxing.

"It's weird. Everyone will tell you they were nice people. They seemed like normal Capetonians," Chong said.

Mexico's Madonna accused of using backup singers as sex slaves for manager

Mexico's Madonna free at last in climax to real-life soap

As Gloria Trevi is freed after nearly five years, fans turn angrily on backing singer who accused her

Jo Tuckman in Mexico
Thursday September 23, 2004
The Guardian

Gloria Trevi. Photograph: AP

Former Mexican pop phenomenon Gloria Trevi has been released from prison after nearly five years, cleared of kidnapping, corruption of minors, and complicity to rape charges.
The case has absorbed Mexico since it broke in 1998. The verdict, read out in a jail courthouse with Trevi listening behind a white wire mesh cage fondling a rosary, was broadcast live on national television.

Trevi, now 36, who earned the moniker "Mexico's Madonna" - left the jail in the northern Mexican city of Chihuahua on Tuesday night to the cheers of a small group of fans gathered outside.

She promised a new album soon of songs composed in jail.

"After four years, eight months and eight days in prison, justice has been done," Trevi told Mexican news anchorman Joaquín Lopez Doriga just before leaving jail.

Impeccably groomed and clearly delighted, the one-time symbol of irreverence mentioned God in almost every utterence.

Trevi said she had "no time or space in my heart," for bitterness.

"I can't believe it. In the morning and throughout the day, I felt like I was in an old western movie, like my head was in the noose and I was waiting for a cowboy to arrive to save me," she told reporters.

Fans who greeted her also hurled insults at their idol's main accuser, the 21-year-old former backing singer Karina Yapor, who joined Trevi's roving musical troupe as a star-struck 12-year-old.

"This is an international embarrassment," she said as she left the court. "A failure of justice."

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Ms Yapor claims the then pop diva lured her and other young girls into the group promising musical training. She says Trevi actually turned them into sexual slaves of her manager and former lover, Sergio Andrade.

Judge Javier Pineda ruled that there was not enough evidence to support the charges against Trevi and two other backing singers also accused of complicity. The case against Mr Andrade continues.

Mr Andrade discovered the 16-year-old Gloria de los Angeles Trevino Ruiz in 1985 and put her in a girl band he managed called Boquitas Pintadas.

The renamed Gloria Trevi went solo in 1989. Her raspy-voiced teen anthems caught on and the Trevi phenomenon was launched. The singer's first three records sold over five million copies and prompted armies of wannabee teenage girls to imitate her rebellious style.

Then in 1998 a former backing singer and ex wife of Mr Andrade, Aline Hernandez, published a book detailing abuses and humiliation she claimed characterized the cult-like troupe.

Her lengthy brush with the law began later that year after a baby abandoned in a convent in Spain turned out to be the child of her backing singer, Karina Yapor. At the time, the teenage Ms Yapor was thought to be under the charge of Trevi and Mr Andrade whose whereabouts were unknown.

Ms Yapor's mother filed the first legal suit in her home city of Chihuahua, which began after her daughter's reappearance a few months later, and eventually turned into the current case.

In the meantime, the scandal was further fuelled by other members of the group and former proteges of Mr Andrade, who told similar stories of abuse. Several have young children they say were fathered by him.

An international manhunt finally located the singer and her manager in Rio de Janiero. They were arrested in January 2000, along with yet another backing singer, María Raquenel Portillo.

Even with the accused behind bars, the plot twists continued. In mid-2001, Trevi announced she was pregnant despite being in an all-female wing of a jail.

After first refusing to name the father, the singer said she was raped by a prison guard. DNA tests produced by the Brazilian authorities indicated Mr Andrade fathered the child, although Trevi's defence claimed the results were doctored.

Trevi's son, Angel Gabriel, was born in prison nine months before she returned voluntarily to Mexico in December 2002.

Ms Portillo followed a few months later. Mr Andrade was extradited in November last year.

The group has claimed the charges were fabricated by a Mexico TV network, in retaliation for Trevi's decision to sign a contract with a rival broadcaster.

Ivy League killer, witness both lied about deadly fight

Officer Sean Russell told jurors Wednesday that Samuel Rodriguez initially did not tell police he witnessed a deadly scuffle in which his cousin was stabbed to death.

By Lisa Sweetingham

CAMBRIDGE, Mass. (AP) — Evidence of secrets and lies — both from a witness who saw his cousin die and the defendant who fatally stabbed the man — dominated testimony Wednesday in the trial of a Harvard grad student charged with first-degree murder.

Jurors listened intently as the out-of-breath voice of Alexander Pring-Wilson, 26, was heard in a scratchy 911 phone call he made moments after he stabbed 18-year-old Michael Colono five times with a utility knife on April 12, 2003.

"Is the victim still there with you?" dispatcher Michael Ferraro asked the defendant.

"No sir, I just saw it happen," Pring-Wilson said between heavy breaths.

"Did you see who did it?"

"No sir, it was just some guy," he said. "I was just a
f—-ing bystander."

The defendant, who wore a tan suit, white dress shirt and a blue-and-gold striped tie, sat quietly at the defense table, flanked by his three attorneys, as jurors listened to the three-minute recording.

Prosecutors say the Ivy Leaguer was walking home drunk at about 1:45 a.m. when he heard Colono, Colono's cousin Samuel Rodriguez, and Rodriguez's girlfriend Giselle Abreu, laughing at him from inside their white Chevy sedan parked outside a pizzeria.

Pring-Wilson allegedly walked up to the car, challenged Colono to a fight, opened his door and began stabbing him with the three-inch Spyderco military folding knife he had at the ready.

In the hours that followed, Pring-Wilson gave police several versions of the encounter, maintaining that he was an innocent bystander who stumbled into a deadly fight.

The Harvard student was arrested at about 8:30 a.m. that same morning. He is currently on house arrest and faces life in prison if convicted of first-degree murder.

During opening statements Monday, defense attorney Rick Levinson attempted to explain to jurors that Pring-Wilson was feeling "dazed, hurt, confused and scared" at the time of the 911 call.

"He doesn't intend to file charges, but he's not hiding," Levinson said. "He viewed himself at that time as the victim, he just wants it over. He was disoriented."

The defense contends Pring-Wilson was attacked by the two men that evening and that he reached for his knife only after being repeatedly punched and kicked.

Early Wednesday, jurors learned that Pring-Wilson wasn't the only one who lied to police that day.

Shifting stories

Several witnesses gave testimony Wednesday confirming that Samuel Rodriguez initially covered up the fact that he witnessed the street fight that led to his cousin's death.

Rodriguez, 22, testified earlier that from his vantage point inside the front passenger side of the car, he could see Pring-Wilson was getting the better of Colono during their altercation at the Pizza Ring.

Rodriguez said he had trouble opening his door, due to a broken handle, but eventually rushed to his cousin's aid, punched the defendant once in the head and pulled him down to the ground.

The soft-spoken witness said he was concerned Pring-Wilson would call police.

There was beer and brandy in the car, Rodriguez had three prior convictions for assault and battery, and the group didn't want any more trouble with the law, so they drove away from the scene.

When he and Abreu realized Colono had been stabbed, Rodriguez testified, they desperately drove toward Boston, searching for a hospital or help from passing motorists who might have cell phones.

At about 1:55 a.m., they pulled up near a 7-11 convenience store and, witnesses say, started yelling for someone to call police. Rodriguez then pulled his cousin out onto the sidewalk, cradled the dying man's head in his arms, and screamed, "Don't die, Mike, don't die! I need you!"

Brookline police officer Sean Russell and his partner Robert Disario were driving by when they spotted the crowd gathering around Colono.

"When I walked up, I could see he wasn't moving," Disario testified Wednesday morning. "He was just laying there."

The officers called for an ambulance, which arrived minutes later, and questioned Rodriguez about what had happened.

Rodriguez was visibly upset about his cousin, Russell testified, and he told the officer that Colono had called him earlier and asked to be picked up at the Pizza Ring in Cambridge.

Rodriguez said that when he arrived at the pizzeria, Colono got in the backseat and told him, "I just f—-ed up this white dude, man," before doubling over from his wounds, according to Russell's testimony.

Officer Disario testified that Rodriguez told him Colono had been "jumped" by a "bunch of white guys."

Rodriguez has testified that he didn't recall giving police inaccurate statements about details that night. In fact, later at the hospital and at grand jury hearings last year, he admitted he was at the scene of the stabbing.

Help from strangers

Julie Sitler, a witness trained in first aid who was walking by with her boyfriend, also testified Wednesday that she attended to Colono moments before police arrived.

"He was laboring to breathe. He had a weak pulse," Sitler testified.

She said she saw blood on his T-shirt and instructed Rodriguez, who was protectively hovering over his cousin, to apply pressure to the wounds.

According to Sitler, both Rodriguez and Abreu were panicked and frustrated that police were asking questions while Colono was dying.

Rodriguez tried to go in the ambulance with Colono, but was not allowed to leave until he spoke to police.

As the ambulance drove away, Sitler suggested that Rodriguez "hurry up and answer their questions," and another bystander offered to drive the couple to the hospital.

Sitler said she could hear Rodriguez tell the officer that he picked up Colono at Pizza Ring and he was already "like this" when they arrived.

Alexander Pring-Wilson's murder trial is being broadcast live on Court TV.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Actress/Model Rebecca Schaeffer murdered

The Stalking and Murder of Rebecca Schaeffer

Actress Rebecca Schaeffer had a starring role in the sitcom My Sister Sam and a bright future ahead of her. But all that promise came to a devastating halt when a deranged fan, Robert Bardo, began writing letters and stalking the young woman. Bardo, who had also targeted other fresh-faced young entertainers, tracked Schaeffer to her apartment, rang her door and shot her to death. Bardo got her address through the Department of Motor Vehicles. Following her death, the Screen Actors Guild got the DMV to restrict access to records in hopes of preventing further such incidents.

What You Don't Know:
• Rebecca Schaeffer had a short stint on the soap opera One Life to Live.
• Schaeffer lived with costar Pam Dawber and Dawber's actor husband, Mark Harmon, in Los Angeles after landing the role of Patti Russell on My Sister Sam.
• Three years before the murder, Robert Bardo began writing letters to Schaeffer.
• Bardo also attempted to meet singers Debbie Gibson and Tiffany, but says he was most obsessed with Schaeffer. He once tried to sneak on to the studio lot to give her a stuffed teddy bear.
• Rebecca's last film was titled The End of Innocence.
• Schaeffer was scheduled to audition for The Godfather: Part III the morning she was murdered.

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Rebecca's stalking/murder shed light on the horrors that celebrities often face with deranged fans turned stalkers. Since her stalker was able to find out so much personal information about her, enough to devise the plan to murder her (he disguised himself as a flower delivery man and gained entry into her home); laws have been established to protect celebrities' private information.

Schaeffer's killer Robert Bardo was tried and convicted by prosecutor Marcia Clark, who would later become most famous for her unsuccessful attempts to prosecute O.J. Simpson.

Because Bardo had simply managed to locate Schaeffer's home address at a branch of the California Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV), laws were subsequently enacted to deter such similar stalking incidents.

As with John Lennon's killer Mark David Chapman before him, Bardo, was found to have in his possession a copy of J.D. Salinger's "Catcher in the Rye" at the time of his arrest.

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The Stalking Death that Changed the Law
Rebecca Shaeffer Never Lived to Realize Her Success


In the late 1980s, a young actress named Rebecca Lucile Shaeffer was struggling to find her big break into show business. Born in 1967, the only child of a psychologist and a writer, Rebecca was sleek, svelte and beautiful. Her beauty landed her on the cover of Seventeen magazine.

She was at the beginning of a promising career as an actress when an unemployed Tucson, Ariz., fast-food worker, who had developed an obsession with her, struck her down in 1989.

She couldn’t even afford a phone when her agent tacked a note on her apartment door telling her to report to the set of My Sister Sam, her breakthrough starring opposite Pam Dawber of Mork and Mindy fame. She moved from New York to California and rented an apartment in the Fairfax District of Los Angeles, in a Tudor style building at 120 N. Sweetzer. She lived a quiet life, alone.

The show was a success, but Rebecca would never live to enjoy it.

Robert John Bardo was the youngest of seven siblings, son of a former Air Force officer. He grew up in Tucson, Arizona, the object of much physical and mental abuse.

According to one of his teachers, Bardo was "a time bomb on the verge of exploding." When he was 13, Bardo took a bus to Maine in search of Samantha Smith, the child that became famous for sending a letter to Mikhail Gorbachov.

The authorities found him and returned him to Tucson.

Bardo became a good student, but wrote his teachers threatening letters. He was hospitalized two times because of "severe emotional damages."

At 16, while working as a janitor for a fast food restaurant, he found a better reality in television. In the fall of 1986, he became a fan of My Sister Sam.

In particular, Bardo began to be obsessed with the character "Patti," played by Rebecca Schaeffer. He built a shrine to her in his bedroom.

"She came into my life in the right moment. She was brilliant, pretty, outrageous, her innocence impressed me. She turned into a goddess for me, an idol. Since then, I turned an atheist, I only adored her."
- Robert John Bardo

Like millions of fans, Bardo started to write letters to her. Rebecca responded, writing that his letter was "the most beautiful" that she had ever received. On her letter, she drew a peace sign, a heart, and signed it: "With love from Rebecca." The day Bardo received the letter he wrote in his diary: When I think of her, I would like to become famous to impress her.

In June 1987, Bardo arrived at the Burbank Studio gates where My Sister Sam was produced, carrying a teddy bear and a bouquet of roses for Rebecca. The guard didn't let him in. Bardo returned a month later with a knife, but didn't gain entrance then either. In his diary, he wrote: "I don't lose. Period."

Bardo returned to Tucson. Later on, he saw her new film Class Struggle in Beverly Hills. In the movie, Rebecca had a bed scene with a male actor. This upset Bardo. He couldn't envision his innocent young girl being an adult woman. To him, she had become "one more of the bitches of Hollywood." Bardo decided Rebecca had to be punished for her immorality. He drew a diagram of her body and marked spots where he planned to shoot her. He asked his older brother, Edgar, to buy him a gun.

Robert Bardo, 21, bombarded Rebecca with swarms of love letters. He collected videos of Rebecca’s TV shows: Amazing Stories, My Sister Sam, One Life to Live. He bedecked his room with dozens of glossy publicity photos of the girl he lusted for. He mailed an ominous-sounding letter to his sister in Tennessee, telling her if he couldn’t have Rebecca, no one else would. He hopped a Hollywood-bound bus in Tucson, hell-bent on tracking her down.

On July 17, 1989, he called her agent’s office and tried to find out where she lived. Refused this information, he relentlessly roamed the streets, flashing her photo and asking passersby if they knew her address. He needlessly paid a private detective $250 to find her. For as little as $1, a person can go into any of California’s DMV offices, fill out Form 70 stating who they are, what person they want information on, the reason, and how they intend to use it. Even if they lie, the information is delivered on the spot.

Armed with this information, on July 18 1989, Bardo, dressed in a yellow Polo shirt, rang Shaeffer's doorbell. The intercom wasn't working, so she came downstairs to the apartment building's front door. She saw Bardo, and basically ignored his attention. He waited another hour and rang the bell again. Still in her housecoat, she returned to the front door, turned the handle and opened it.

Bardo's own account of the incident: "She had this kid voice…sounded like a little brat or something…said I was wasting her time! …Wasting her time! No matter what, I thought that was a very callous thing to say to a fan, you know…I grabbed the door…guns still in the bag…I grab it by the trigger…I come around, and kapow, and she's like screaming… aaahhh…screaming…why, aaahhh … and it's like, oh God…"

A neighbor named Richard Goldman heard the two gunshots and two bloodcurdling screams and rushed to her door and found Schaeffer’s body clad in a black robe, twitching in the building’s foyer. He checked her pulse, but found none. Her arms were akimbo and her feet were wedged between the door and its frame. Witnesses saw a young man in a yellow shirt jogging up the Hollywood block. He turned into an alley and disappeared.

Sirens screaming, Rebecca was rushed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. She lingered for 30 minutes before she died.

The next day, back in Tucson, several motorists called 911 to report a man running around in traffic on Interstate 10. It looked like he was trying to get hit. He confessed immediately to the murder. Arizona police faxed his photo to LA, and witnesses confirm his identity. In court, he appeared dazed and confused. "I could probably tell you what I did after I killed her, how I got sick and all...but I don’t feel like it," he said.

Rebecca's body was shipped back to her native Oregon, for burial.

A year after the slaying, Bardo gave an interview in which he stated, "I was a fan of hers and I may have carried it too far. But a lot of things have appeared in the press to make me out to be a monster. If I had one wish where if it was to ever come true it would be for Rebecca Schaeffer to be alive today."

When Bardo's sister heard about the murder, she contacted the police about her brother. He was extradited to California. Bardo defense attorneys pleaded he had an unstable mental condition due to childhood abuse.

Bardo was tried and convicted by prosecutor Marcia Clark, who would later become most famous for her unsuccessful attempts to prosecute O.J. Simpson.

Convicted of capital murder in a non-jury courtroom, Bardo was sentenced to life without parole by Superior Court Judge Dino Fulgoni on Dec. 20, 1991. Eyes flashing like Satanic neons, Bardo told the judge: "The idea I killed her for fame is totally ridiculous. I do realize the magnitude of what I’ve done. I don’t think it needs to be compounded by a bunch of lies because she’s an actress."

Schaeffer's murder and the Teresa Saldana assault case provoked Governor George Deukmejian to sign a law that prohibited the DMV from releasing addresses and inspired the Los Angeles Police Department to create the first Threat Management Team. The California law was passed in 1990 and became effective on the first day of 1991. The law was the first of its kind and later helped to convict Jonathan Norman, who was sentenced to 25 years in prison for attempting to carry out threats against director Steven Spielberg.

According to the legislation, a stalker is defined as "someone who willfully, maliciously and repeatedly follows or harasses another victim and who makes a credible threat with the intent to place the victim or victim's immediate family in fear of their safety." There must be at least two incidents to constitute the crime and show a "continuity of purpose" or credible threat.
By 1993, all states, as well as Canada, put anti-stalking laws into effect.

Be happy in jail!
- Dana Schaeffer, Rebecca's mother, to Bardo.

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Rebecca lay dead on the pavement in front of her new apartment in Hollywood, having been shot to death by a paranoid schizophrenic man around her age, who came to her apartment with a gun, most likely to save her from whatever delusions he had.

Unfortunately, after signing an autograph for him twenty minutes earlier, she abruptly told him she was busy, he, in a fit of irrational anger, took the gun from the brown bag where he had carried it and shot her once in the chest.

Rebecca screamed out, "Why?" then hit the walkway and, a few moments later, died on the scene.

The killer fled, aghast at his own act and strode onto the freeway, walking blindly, hoping to be hit and killed by some car or truck.

He was subsequently arrested and plea-bargained for a life sentence without the possiblity of parole with a then young assistant district attorney named Marcia Clark, who later became famous for her bungled attempt to convict O.J. Simpson of murder.

There was never any trial in the Rebecca Schaeffer case.

Eight Chicago nurses murdered, killer identified by tattoo seen by nurse who was hiding under bed

Richard Speck

by David Lohr

On the Sunday morning of July 14, 1966, residents on South Chicago’s East 100th Street were suddenly awakened by a woman’s screams. As local residents ran outside, they were shocked to notice a young woman standing on the second story ledge of a small townhouse unit. According to George Carpozi’s 1967 book, The Chicago Nurse Murders, the young woman, Corazon Piezo Amurao, began shouting: "Help me! Help me! Everyone is dead … Oh God … he’s killed them all!" she cried out.

Just then, one of the onlookers noticed a Chicago police car turning onto the street and quickly flagged the patrolman down. Officer Daniel R. Kelly of the South District Station noticed the girl balancing dangerously on the edge of the apartment building and immediately pulled off to the side of the street and jumped out of his patrol car. "You mustn’t jump," he yelled. "Stay right there. I’ll come inside and help you."

As Kelly made his way through the apartment he made a startling discovery. Just to the left of the front door was the body of a nude woman sprawled out on a couch. Kelly immediately ran over to check the young girl's vitals, but it was too late. Her body was cold to his touch -- she had been dead for several hours. Uncertain what he was getting into, Kelly drew his service revolver and made his way up a narrow flight of stairs. Once at the top of the stairway, he immediately noticed a pair of feet sticking out of a doorway into the hall. As he made his way towards the doorway, he made another startling discovery. A half-nude young woman was lying on her back; slash marks were visible on her neck and breasts. The girl was obviously dead and so Kelly continued to make his way down the hall. Then, just a few feet from the second woman’s body, Kelly looked into a bedroom and discovered three more girls’ bodies strew about the room. Their wrists were bound and all three appeared to have had their throats slashed.

With each step he took, the scene unraveling before him was becoming more surreal. Kelly had had only been on the force for 18 months and had never witnessed such brutality, especially on such a scale. This was supposed to be a safe and quiet neighborhood and certainly not an area where one would expect to discover multiple murders. Temporarily clearing his mind of his atrocious discoveries, Kelly continued making his way through the second story.

Gun in hand, Kelly stepped into a second bedroom and made yet another gruesome discovery -- three more girls were lying dead and scattered about the room. The scene was eerily reminiscent of the last and no one appeared to be alive. Kelly spotted the screaming young girl on a ledge outside the window. He quickly ran to her aid and pulled her inside. She was hysterical and trembling uncontrollably. Several patrol cars were beginning to arrive outside, so Kelly yelled down and asked one of the officers to escort the young woman downstairs while he secured the scene.

Less than an hour after Officer Kelly discovered the scene at Jeffrey Manor, Commander Francis Flanagan, chief of Chicago homicide detectives, began interviewing the only surviving witness, 23-year-old Corazon Piezo Amurao. According to the book Crime of the Century: Richard Speck and the Murder of Eight Student Nurses, by Dennis L. Breo and William J. Martin, the young woman’s voice trembled as she explained to Flanagan that she and the other girls shared the apartment together and they were nursing students at South Chicago Community Hospital. As she spoke, Flanagan did his best to comfort her and asked her to describe to him, as best she could, what happened to her friends.

Cora told Flanagan that the ordeal began the previous night when she heard a knock at the door. When she opened the door, she said she saw a young man in his mid-20s. She could not remember what color hair the man had, stating that it was either dark blonde or brown, but she did recall that it was cut short. She described him as weighing approximately 175 pounds and said that he was wearing a dark waist-length jacket and dark pants. In addition, she remembered the man had a tattoo on his arm, which read "Born to Raise Hell."

After opening the door, Cora said the man produced a gun and shoved her inside. Two of her roommates, 22-year-old Merlita Gargullo and 23-year-old Valentina Pasion, walked over to see what was going on and were taken off guard when the man pointed his gun at them and ordered all three girls to walk down the hall to a bedroom at the back of the house. Walking into the dark room, the man flicked on a light and discovered three other girls sleeping. The sudden light awoke the girls, 21-year-old Nina Jo Schmale, 24-year-old Pamela Wilkening, and 20-year-old Patricia Ann Matusek.

The armed man ordered all of the girls to grab their purses and give him all of their money. One by one, each girl got her purse and emptied out the contents. Suddenly, 19-year-old Gloria Jean Davy walked into the room. She had just gotten in from a date and was unaware of what was happening. The intruder quickly ordered her to join the others on the floor. He then yanked a sheet from one of the beds and began cutting it into strips. Afterwards, he restrained each of the girls and bound their arms and legs. Moments later, the scene was again interrupted when 21-year-old Suzanne Farris and 20-year-old Mary Ann Jordan walked in. The two girls had just gotten home and were immediately startled by the scene. They quickly turned and ran down the hallway. Based upon Cora’s statements and the evidence at the scene, it was apparent that the man quickly caught up to them and shoved them into another room. He then stabbed and strangled the women as they tried to fight back.

After killing Jordan and Farris, the man returned to the room with the other girls and grabbed Pamela Wilkening. He dragged the young girl back to the room where he had just killed the other two girls and stabbed her in the heart with a knife. After washing the blood from his hands, he went back and got Nina Schmale and led her down the hall to a bedroom. Once out of sight, he stabbed her in her neck and suffocated her with a pillow. Cora knew he would eventually come for her and began to squeeze herself under a bed.

When the killer returned, he grabbed Valentina Pasion and dragged her out of the room. Once out of sight, he stabbed her in the neck and began strangling her to death. He then returned for Merlita Gargullo. He lifted the young girl up off her feet and carried her off to meet the same fate as the others. A short while later, the man returned and grabbed Patricia Matusek. He shoved her into the bathroom and punched her so hard in the stomach that he ruptured her liver.

The killer apparently lost track of how many women were in the apartment and did not account for Cora hiding under the bed when he returned. Instead, he stripped down Gloria Davy and raped her. Afterwards, he strangled her, gathered up the money from the girls' purses and left the scene. Cora said that she remained under the bed for hours before she was finally able to gain the courage to climb out on the ledge and cry for help.

After recreating the events that took place, Flanagan immediately went to work on identifying the killer. Police sketch artist Otis Rathel put together a sketch of the suspect and within hours an employee of Maritime Union Hall recognized the man as a merchant seaman named Richard Speck. Now all investigators had to do was track him down.

According to Jack Altman and Marvin Ziporyn, authors of Born to Raise Hell, Richard Benjamin Speck was born December 6, 1941, in Kirkwood, Ill. The seventh of eight children, Speck’s father died when Speck was just 6 years old and his mother raised him. Eventually, Speck’s mother remarried and the family moved to Dallas, Tex. His new stepfather had problems with alcohol and soon began taking his anger out on Speck and his siblings. In retaliation, Speck dropped out of school and started hanging out with older boys.

Speck drank most of his adolescence away and little is known about his early years. In November 1962, 18-year-old Speck attempted to settle down and married Shirley Malone. Shortly thereafter the couple had a daughter, Robby Lynn. Speck was not ready to settle down and eventually reverted to his old ways.

During November of 1963, Speck was arrested and convicted for theft and check forgery. He was later sentenced to three years in prison. After serving a little over two years, Speck earned parole and was released on Jan. 2, 1965. He didn’t stay free long. He was arrested on Jan. 29 for aggravated assault and sentenced to 490 days in prison. After serving only six months, he was again released.

In January 1966, Shirley became tired of Speck's problems with the law and filed for divorce. Later that same year, Speck was arrested for burglary and assault. Nonetheless, he fled the area before he would go to trial and took a bus to Chicago. Once there he began working as a carpenter and spent the majority of his free time frequenting local taverns. During the spring of 1966, Speck began working on an iron-ore ship on Lake Michigan. He was fired after a few months later for drinking on the job.

When investigators looked over Speck’s criminal record, they discovered that he was wanted for questioning by Monmouth, Ill., investigators regarding two separate incidents. According to the reports, on April 13, 1966, Mary Kay Pierce, a barmaid at Frank’s Place, was found dead behind the tavern. She had been murdered three days earlier. Five days later, 65-year-old Virgil Harris was attacked and raped in her home. The assailant had cut up the victim’s housecoat and used the strips to tie her up. Speck was immediately flagged as a suspect in both crimes and later, during a search of Speck’s hotel room, investigators discovered items, which had been stolen from Mrs. Harris’s home, as well as items from other burglaries around town. Speck however was nowhere to be found. He had already fled the area.

As the investigation continued, Flanagan discovered that Indiana authorities also wanted to interview Speck in regard to the murder of three girls who had vanished on July 2, 1966, while Speck was working aboard a boat docked at the local harbor. The girls' purses and personal belongings were eventually discovered, but their bodies were never found. In addition to Indiana authorities, Michigan investigators wanted to interview Speck regarding the murder of four females whose ages spanned four generations — the victims were 7-years old, 19, 37, and 60 — each was murdered near Benton Harbor, while Speck’s ship was docked in the area.

By Saturday July 19, 1966, all of South Chicago was on the lookout for Richard Speck. With few places to hide, Speck decided to avoid arrest by committing suicide in his room at the Starr Hotel. After finishing off a fifth of wine, he smashed the bottle and used the broken glass to slit his wrists. Apparently Speck began to have second thoughts and moments later he called out for help. While no one answered his cry for help, someone did place an anonymous call to the police. Eventually an ambulance arrived and Speck was taken to Cook County Hospital.

As first-year resident Leroy Smith attended to Speck’s wounds, he suddenly realized that the man he was treating resembled the suspected nurse killer he had read about in the newspaper. He then checked the man’s arm, looking for the now infamous tattoo and almost immediately saw it there, "Born to Raise Hell." Smith quickly raced down the hall and called over a policeman who was guarding another patient. The officer, who was initially stunned by the resident’s accusation, started summoning other officers to the scene. Within minutes Richard Speck was arrested and taken into custody.

Speck’s trial began on Monday, April 3, 1967. The prosecution's team, made up of William Martin, George Murtaugh, Jim Zagel, and John Glenville, presented the case to the jury. Regardless of all the evidence they had against Speck, in the end Corazon Amurao’s testimony proved to be the most damming. On April 15, just 12 days after the trial began, Speck was found guilty of all eight murders. Following the jury’s announcement, Judge Herbert Paschen sentenced Speck to death.

In 1972, Speck was saved from his death sentence when the U.S. Supreme Court abolished capital punishment. In the wake of that decision, Speck was re-sentenced to a term of 400 to 1,200 years. On December 5, 1991, 49-year-old Richard Speck died of a massive heart attack after having served 19 years of his sentence. His body was never claimed, so prison authorities had his remains cremated; the ashes were later dumped at an undisclosed location.

In 1996, five years after Speck's death, television journalist Bill Kurtis uncovered a bizarre 1980s home video of Speck, which was shot in his prison cell at Statesville Correctional Institute. On the video, Speck is donning a pair of woman’s breasts -- apparently a result of hormone treatments -- wearing panties and having sex with another inmate. Some segments also showed Speck indulging in drugs and bragging of his crimes. The tape was later shown on the television program "American Justice," causing a major scandal within the Illinois Department of Corrections. Officials at the prison later claimed that Speck and two other inmates obtained the video camera from the prison's educational building.

Richard Speck was never officially charged in any of the other homicides and to this day those cases remain unsolved.

Hard-living rock star murdered?

Rolling Stones guitarist Brian Jones may have been murdered

"Death by Misadventure"

At the funeral service for Rolling Stones guitarist Brian Jones, the stiff-backed English preacher was caustic. Speaking of the deceased in the eulogy, Canon Hugh Evan Hopkins said, "He had little patience with authority, convention and tradition. In this he was typical of many of his generation who have come to see in the Stones an expression of their whole attitude to life. Much that this ancient church has stood for in 900 years seems totally irrelevant to them." The canon was indicting the young man in the solid bronze casket for all the sins and excesses of his generation. But this was 1969, and the youth culture had plenty of excesses to cluck at—marijuana, hallucinogens, free sex, loud music, colorful and outlandish fashion, "flower power," the automatic rejection of the status quo and a compulsive need for change.

"Sex, drugs, and rock and roll" was the mantra of the era, and the late Brian Jones, founding member of the Rolling Stones, had indulged—and overindulged—in all three.

The funeral took place in Jones' hometown of Cheltenham, 80 miles northwest of London. It was a hot, sunny day—July 10, 1969. Fans and friends had provided a field's worth of flower arrangements. His parents and sister ordered a floral grave marker in the shape of a guitar. The Rolling Stones sent a spectacular eight-foot arrangement with hundreds of red and yellow roses, and the words "The Gates of Heaven" written out in flowers.

The town was mobbed with tearful fans and curious onlookers. Local school children were let out of class to see the spectacle. Press photographers swarmed like bees, aggressively snapping pictures at family and friends without regard for the solemnity of the occasion. The 14-car funeral procession crawled to the cemetery, its progress frequently blocked by the surging crowds. At the grave site, photographers lunged over the mourners to point their lens into the empty hole. As the casket was lowered into the ground, teenagers shoved and jostled to toss their flowers onto Brian Jones' remains.

The Rolling Stones former lead guitarist had died the week before on the night of July 2. He drowned in the pool at his home near Hartfield in Sussex, 50 miles southeast of London. The house was called Cotchford Farm and had once been owned by A.A. Milne, the author of Winnie the Pooh. The garden was decorated with statues of the characters from the book.

Cotchford Farm, Brian Jones' residence

On the night of his death, Jones had been drinking wine and taking downers. Some suggested that he might have taken his own life, but those closest to him said he had no reason to commit suicide. Even though he had been officially ejected from the Stones several months earlier, Jones was reportedly getting over it and was planning new musical projects on his own. According to the coroner's report, Jones was the victim of "death by misadventure," an accidental drowning precipitated by drug and alcohol abuse. But as time passed, rumors gained momentum that Jones had been murdered. Inconsistencies in the accounts of that evening were gradually uncovered. A deathbed confession by the alleged killer was squelched by a loyal Stones' retainer. More than 30 years later, suspicions persist.

But on the day of Brian Jones' funeral, no one was talking about murder. Rolling Stones drummer Charlie Watts was too shaken to sort out the details as he stood by the grave, and bassist Bill Wyman was annoyed that the whole band hadn't shown up for the man who had initially brought them all together. Jones' replacement, Mick Taylor, had never met Jones, so his presence wasn't expected, but the others, Wyman felt, should have been there.

Notably absent that day were lead singer Mick Jagger, guitarist Keith Richards, and Richards' girlfriend, model and actress Anita Pallenberg. Two years earlier the pretty blonde had been Brian Jones' companion before Richards "rescued" her from Jones. The emotional scars of that breakup would never fade completely, but Jones had finally accepted Pallenberg's defection and found other girlfriends. And though relations were often tense in the last years of Jones' life, he was still on speaking terms with Pallenberg and his old bandmates. Professionally the Stones were doing well, and Richards and Pallenberg were in love. Jones had been a mess personally, but he was getting back on track, settling in with a new woman and exploring new musical opportunities. So why did Jagger, Richards and Pallenberg stay away from their poor old friend's funeral?

"The Nastiest Piece of Work You Ever Met"

In May 1962, 20-year-old Brian Jones placed an ad in England's Jazz News, seeking musicians for a new blues band he was putting together. The blues were Jones' passion, and he envisioned a Chicago-style blues band modeled on American blues master Muddy Waters's classic combo, consisting of rhythm and lead guitars, bass guitar, drums, harmonica, keyboards, and a vocalist. Jones himself was a natural musician who could pick up a new instrument and make music with it in no time. Emulating his hero, Muddy Waters, Jones taught himself how to play bottleneck guitar, dragging a glass or metal slide over open-tuned strings, which produced the essential and unmistakable blues sound. It wasn't long before he had a reputation for being the best slide guitar player in London.

The first person to respond to his ad was a square-jawed Scotsman named Ian Stewart who played boogie-woogie piano. Other musicians responded to the ad, but Jones was picky. Anyone who didn't see eye-to-eye with his vision for the band was soon ejected.

Jones pursued a young singer named Mick Jagger who was getting a lot of attention for his idiosyncratic vocal style and his gyrating stage moves. Jagger also played harmonica, which made him all the more appealing to Jones, who recognized Jagger's sex appeal with teenage girls. Jones instinctively knew that his band, like Elvis Presley before them, would have to tap into the teenage female market if they were going to make it. Jones met Jagger in a pub one night and invited him to come to a rehearsal.

That same night Jones also invited a skinny 18-year-old guitarist who happened to be tipping a pint at the pub. Keith Richards was known for being able to imitate the unique guitar playing of American rock'n'roll legend Chuck Berry. Jones wasn't sure Richards would fit it—he was leery of hardcore rock'n'rollers in a blues band, but he was willing to give Richards a try. To his surprise, Jones found that Richards' rhythm playing complimented his lead, and eventually they developed a style that has become the hallmark of the band—two interweaving guitars that switch parts freely, each one seamlessly going from rhythm to lead and back again.

Jones found a solid rhythm section in drummer Charlie Watts and bass guitarist Bill Wyman. Ian Stewart left the formal lineup but stayed close to the band and recorded with them frequently. When it came to naming the group, Jones looked to his idol and adapted the title of the Muddy Waters song, "Rollin' Stone."

In the early '60s, the Rolling Stones were just one of several dozen English bands, such as Herman's Hermits, Freddie and the Dreamers, the Honeycombs, and Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders, who were struggling to make it big. But by the mid '60s one band, the Beatles, had taken the lead position, leaving the others in the dust. The fab four from Liverpool caught on with teenagers in Great Britain and America with their irresistible pop tunes and appealing public image. To the older generation, the Beatles' long hair was the most objectionable thing about them.

The Rolling Stones chose to distinguish themselves by going the other way, embracing a darker, more rebellious public posture. They went out of their way to be seen as the bad boys of rock, the band that parents would despise. The Beatles wore uniforms when they performed; the Stones wore whatever they wanted. Jagger and Jones dressed like dandies in ruffled shirts and flowing bell-bottom trousers while Richards cultivated a disheveled, dirty blue jeans, proto-punk look. The Beatles pumped out a steady stream of catchy tunes that became number one hits. The Stones proudly showed their down-and-dirty blues roots. When it came to drug use, the Beatles—at least until the psychedelic period in the late '60s—kept their personal habits out of the press. The Rolling Stones by contrast became synonymous with drug use in England. But it was one aspect of their bad-boy image that they would have preferred to have kept private because it nearly destroyed them as a band.

While the Beatles were soaring, playing in sold-out stadiums around the world, the Stones' progress was hampered by persistent drug busts that dragged Jones, Jagger and Richards into court to the delight of the Fleet Street tabloids. (Bassist Wyman and drummer Watts, the family men of the band, shied away from drugs.) Bad publicity affected the Stones' record sales, and drug charges prevented Jones from going on tour in America with the band. Jagger and Richards smoked hash and marijuana and experimented with harder drugs, but they were generally able to function and flourish as musicians during this period. Jones, however, was another story.

Bill Wyman in Stephen Davis's Old Gods Almost Dead summed up the two sides of Jones' personality: "He could be the sweetest, softest, and most considerate man in the world and the nastiest piece of work you ever met." By all accounts Jones suffered from low self-esteem, deep insecurity and paranoia. He was always desperate for a woman's company, but he treated his girlfriends horribly, physically abusing some of them. He fathered five children in his short life and refused to formally acknowledge any of them, let alone marry their mothers. Former lovers remembered him most for his wicked temper. He claimed to suffer from asthma and never went anywhere without an inhaler, yet none of his friends could recall ever seeing him have an attack.

Old Gods Almost Dead

But despite all his personal problems, Brian Jones was the most creative member of the band. As a musician, he was the envy of his peers, and his ability to pick up a new instrument and make it his own was truly remarkable. His work with the marimba on "Under My Thumb" and the sitar on "Paint It Black" from the Aftermath album are just two examples of his brilliance. He was also the driving force of the band, at least initially, taking the leadership role in business and creative matters until his drug use forced a changing of the guard.

Friction between band members in any rock 'n' roll group is almost inevitable, but in many cases personal differences don't stand in the way of making good music. The three front men of the Stones existed in a churning swirl of jealousies and shifting alliances. In 1963 Jones had cut a secret deal with their agent at the time, giving him five pounds more a week than the others because he was the leader of the band. That same agent had insisted on getting rid of Jagger, saying that he couldn't sing, and Jones was willing to go along with Jagger's ouster until their manager, Andrew Oldham, stepped in and pleaded the singer's case.

Jagger was the voice of the band, but Jones, with his fair-haired, androgynous looks was Jagger's rival in sex appeal. Richards had found a guitar soulmate in Jones, but that bond began to dissolve when Richards and Jagger started writing songs together. Not only did their original material give them the edge in creative control of the band, song royalties put more money in their pockets. According to singer Marianne Faithfull, who was Jagger's companion at the time, the building animosity between Jones and Jagger came to a head at a kiss-and-make-up dinner party at Richards' country house where "Brian pulled a knife on Mick." As recounted in A.E. Hotchner's book Blown Away, Jagger got the knife away from Jones, but their scuffle continued. Jones jumped into the moat that surrounded the house to escape Jagger's rage and Jagger followed him in. They tussled and thrashed in the water until they were too exhausted to continue.

By the late '60s Jones was unhappy with the Rolling Stones. The band he had founded was drifting away from his original concept: to interpret American blues and R&B for a white teenage audience. More and more the Jagger-Richards songs were setting the tone for the band, and it wasn't always to his liking. When the band had put together the songs for their psychedelic album, Their Satanic Majesties Request, Jones expressed his distaste for the work and predicted that it would bomb because the public would see it for what it was, a pale imitation of the Beatles' landmark album Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Feeling isolated from the band that he had created, Jones turned to drugs for solace.

Jones' drug use soon became a major liability for the Stones. Not only was he bringing them bad press, he was useless in the studio, frequently lying down on the floor and passing out with his guitar still strapped to him. They all agreed that they needed a break to reassess their situation. Jones and Richards decided to take a vacation in Morocco. Jones asked his girlfriend at the time, Anita Pallenberg, to go with them. But what they'd hoped would be a much-needed period of rest and relaxation turned into a holiday in hell.

Morocco

Just as the Beatles had found spiritual rejuvenation in India under the guidance of the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, the Rolling Stones found peace under the sheltering skies of Morocco. Unlike the Beatles, the Stones did not seek out the wisdom of a guru in Morocco. It was the otherworldly nature of the country that appealed to them. Their creative juices flowed there—as did the availability of drugs ranging from kif (the native blend of black tobacco and marijuana) and majoun (a candy made from honey and hash paste) to speed and morphine. Morocco was also far from the media madness in England, and in February 1967, the Stones needed shelter from the latest onslaught of bad publicity brought on by a drug bust at Keith Richards' home, Redlands. Jagger and Richards were both charged and scheduled to be tried in June. If convicted, they would be facing long prison sentences and cancellation of their record contract. The end of the Rolling Stones was suddenly a very real possibility.

On the advice of their handlers, the Stones decided to disappear for a while in the hopes of getting off the front pages. In late February, Mick Jagger flew to Tangier. Richards, Jones and Jones' girlfriend, Anita Pallenberg, decided to drive to Morocco in Richards' Bentley, which was nicknamed the Blue Lena. Longtime Stones retainer Tom Keylock chauffeured, ferrying the car from England to France and picking up his passengers in Paris. They planned to drive through France and Spain, then cross over to Morocco at Gibraltar. But what promised to be a pleasant escape from the maelstrom turned into a new whirlwind of trouble. And this time it was personal.

Jones had been in a jolly mood as the trip began. For once he was not the one in the spotlight. Sipping brandy, smoking joints and cuddling with Pallenberg in the backseat, Jones was looking forward to his 25th birthday the next day, February 28. Jones and Pallenberg wore their straight blond hair exactly alike in Prince Valliant cuts with long bangs down below their brows. In photographs they bore an unsettling resemblance as if they were brother and sister. Jones, who was reputed to be monumentally self-centered even when sober, was apparently oblivious to the sexual tension building in the Blue Lena between Pallenberg and Keith Richards.

On the second day of the trip, Jones became ill with a respiratory infection and had to be hospitalized in Toulouse, France. The French doctors insisted that he stay for a few days, so he told his friends to go on and that he would meet them in Tangier as soon as he was well enough to travel. He spent his birthday alone in the hospital as the Blue Lena continued on. With Jones gone, Richards and Pallenberg couldn't contain their feelings for one another. As Stephen Davis writes in Old Gods Almost Dead, driver "Tom Keylock could barely keep his eyes on the road because Anita and Keith were making love in the backseat."

A few days later a demanding telegram from Jones found its way to Pallenberg. He wanted her to return to Toulouse and help him get back to London where he could complete his recovery. Torn between Richards and Jones, Pallenberg sadly boarded a plane in Mirabella, Spain, to attend to her boyfriend. As the plane departed, Richards confided in Keylock that he was confident she would be back.

He was right. Less than a week later, Pallenberg, Jones and Marianne Faithfull flew from London to Madrid, intent on meeting up with Jagger and Richards in Tangier. But Jones' good mood had vanished, and his paranoia had kicked into high gear, having picked up on Pallenberg's feelings for Richards. As the trio made their way toward Gilbraltar, Pallenberg took Faithfull aside whenever Jones was out of earshot to ask what she thought of Jones in comparison to Richards. They stopped at the Rock of Gibraltar to see the famous monkey colony. Jones, who was on LSD at the time, played his tape recorder for the monkeys who shrieked and fled in fear. Jones was so upset by their reaction he started to cry. Faithfull had a bad feeling about what would happen next.

One of Jones' missions on this trip to Morocco was to hear the reclusive Master Musicians of Jajouka who played on rustic pipes. Their music was reputed to have therapeutic qualities. The Master Musicians lived in the hill country south of Tangier, and Jones had met an ex-pat avant-garde artist named Brion Gysin who had been to Jajouka many times and had brought select friends into the hills to hear the musicians. Jones was eager to go, hoping to record them and release their healing music as an album. Gysin was hesitant to agree to anything, having had a bad experience taking Timothy Leary to hear the Master Musicians. Leary had offered LSD to the young boys of Jajouka, which Gysin considered a sacrilege. To him, Jajouka was a pure and sacred place that should not be spoiled by outsiders. Jones, Jagger, Richards and Pallenberg visited Gysin at his home in Morocco, and Jones made it clear that he wanted Gysin to take him to Jajouka. Gysin wasn't sure he wanted to risk another Leary-type incident, so he suggested taking them all to Marrakech instead where they could hear some equally interesting indigenous music.

The next day they all moved into the Hotel Marrakech in the shadow of the city's fabled red walls, and Jones suffered a meltdown. In his hotel room, he confronted Pallenberg with her infidelity, shouting that he could see that something was going on between her and Richards. Fed up with Jones and his turbulent mood swings, Pallenberg admitted to her affair with Richards, throwing it in Jones' face. Blinded by hurt and rage, Jones beat her more severely than he had ever beaten her. She fled from their room outside to the pool where she did nothing to hide her bruised face.

That night as Richards played electric guitar by the moonlight, Pallenberg went back to the room and took sleeping pills, hoping to get some rest while Jones was out. Later that night he burst into the room and woke her from a sound sleep. He was high on acid and had two Berber prostitutes with him. He wanted Pallenberg to join them in a foursome. Pallenberg refused, and Jones had a tantrum, trashing the room. Pallenberg grabbed her belongings and spent the night with Richards.

For Pallenberg and Richards this was the last straw. Jones was such a destructive presence they simply had to get away from him. They decided to go back to London and abandon Jones in Morocco.

The next day Tom Keylock took Brion Gysin aside and told him that a planeload of British journalists was heading for Marrakech to ambush the boys. He asked Gysin if he would take Jones out of the way to hear music so that he wouldn't have the opportunity to say something stupid to the reporters. Gysin obliged, escorting Jones to Jma al-Fna, the Square of the Dead, where Jones was dazzled by the array of street performers and musicians including snake charmers and acrobats. He was particularly taken with the drum-playing, kif-smoking Mejdoubi, the holy fools of Marrakech. When Gysin finally got Jones back to the hotel that night, they found that everyone had left for London, including Richards and Pallenberg. The invasion of the Fleet Street reporters was a lie. Alone and paranoid, Jones got on the phone and tried to get some answers, but no one would tell him where his friends had gone. But even though he was high, Jones could see the reality of the situation. Jagger and Richards had taken his band away from him, and now Richards had taken his girlfriend. Jones broke down into uncontrollable tears and needed a sedative to sleep that night.

"Cold As Ice"

When Brian Jones had finally made his way back to London, he was an emotional wreck, and it didn't help to find his apartment half empty. Anita Pallenberg had moved all her belongings out and taken up residence with Keith Richards. Jones begged her to come back, but she refused.

The other Rolling Stones were fed up with Jones and wouldn't speak to him. They seriously considered firing him, but Mick Jagger objected. Always the pragmatist, Jagger felt that they still needed Jones, at least for the time being. They needed money badly, especially Jagger and Richards, who were facing tremendous legal bills with their upcoming drug trial. The Stones were scheduled to do a European tour, and Jagger felt that their popularity might be jeopardized if Jones, who was still a favorite with the teenage girls, was missing.

Jones didn't want to go on tour with them. He was fed up with them as well. He also claimed to have forgotten how to play the guitar as a result of the psychic damage he'd suffered. But Pallenberg lured him back, holding out the slight possibility that they could get back together if he took care of himself and got back into shape. Jones agreed to do the tour and started taking guitar lessons.

He managed to survive the tour, even though none of his bandmates would speak to him. All along he had hoped for a reconciliation with Pallenberg, but she stayed with Richards. Caught in a swirl of drugs, alcohol and paranoia, Jones went into a tailspin. His mood swings became more pronounced, and the band could not count on him to show up for rehearsals or recording sessions. And when he did show up, he was useless to them, frequently falling asleep on the floor, seldom contributing anything substantial to the music.

By the spring of 1969, the band had to make a decision. If they were going to survive as a band, they needed to tour, and to tour they needed a reliable lead guitarist. Mick Jagger took the initiative and offered the position to a young blues virtuoso named Mick Taylor, who would end up staying with the Stones for the next five and a half years. There was just one little matter to take care of—firing Brian Jones.

On June 9, Jagger and Richards drove to Cotchford Farm, Jones' home in Sussex, to hand him his pink slip. Mick and Keith weren't happy being the hatchet men, but they knew it had to be done. Jones, for his part, had expected something like this, and he took the news placidly, agreeing to let them handle questions from the press whichever way they thought best. In recognition of his past contributions to the band, Jagger offered Jones 100,000 pounds upon his departure and 20,000 a year for as long as the band stayed together. After Jagger and Richards left Cotchford Farm, Jones went out into the garden and stood before the statue of Christopher Robin, weeping.

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Jones had a new live-in girlfriend, Anna Wohlin, a dark-haired beauty from Sweden who had belonged to a dance troupe called the Ravens. In her 1999 book, The Murder of Brian Jones, she describes Jones as being in a good place mentally in the summer of 1969, despite his recent dismissal from the band. Out of fear for his health, he had cut back drastically on his drug consumption and was mainly confining himself to his favorite white wine, Blue Nun. He was working on his music again, even talking to Beatle John Lennon about making some recordings together.

Jones was also having some major renovations done at Cotchford Farm, and he had allowed the crew foreman, Frank Thorogood, to live in the apartment over the garage. Although Thoroughgood had previously done some work for Keith Richards and was on the Stones' payroll, he and his crew resented Jones, seeing him as the model of a dandy rock star, too rich for his own good. They harassed Jones in his own home, and Jones, who was desperate to be liked, never complained or retaliated. But an incident on July 1 finally roused Jones' anger.

After dinner that night, a newly restored support beam in the kitchen collapsed, nearly striking Anna Wohlin in the head. Jones was livid. Though he'd been unhappy with the quality of Thoroughgood's work all along, he'd kept quiet about it, but this was inexcusable. The next morning he told Thoroughgood in no uncertain terms that he was withholding all further payments until the beam was fixed to his satisfaction. He was also going to review all of Thoroughgood's bills, including his grocery bills, which Jones was also paying. When Thoroughgood refused to take Jones seriously, Jones threatened to fire him and make sure that he never worked again. The 44-year-old Thoroughgood suddenly became very sullen. He did not take kindly to being dressed down by a 27-year-old fop.

While Thoroughgood's crew went to work on the fallen beam, Jones sequestered himself upstairs. He heard the busy hammering downstairs and started to feel bad about how he had talked to Thoroughgood. His guilt festered through the day, and Jones couldn't stand the thought that Thoroughgood might be upset with him. He discussed the situation repeatedly with his girlfriend Wohlin. Finally at 10 p.m, he decided to ask Thoroughgood over for "a drink and a swim" to make things right with him. Jones went to Thoroughgood's apartment to fetch him.

They returned 15 minutes later with Thoroughgood's companion that evening, a nurse named Janet Lawson. (Thoroughgood was married to someone else.) Jones served drinks in the dining room. Thoroughgood, who was still sulking, asked for vodka. Jones drank brandy.

Jones tried to patch things up with Thoroughgood but with limited success. After a while Jones suggested that they take a moonlight swim. Thoroughgood and Wohlin took him up on the offer while Lawson declined. The air outside was still warm and humid despite the late hour as they crossed the lawn to the pool. As always Jones placed his inhaler by the side of the pool where he could get to it in case of an asthma attack, then went straight to the diving board and dove in. Jones was an excellent swimmer who loved the water. When the Stones had toured Australia, he'd given his bandmates a good scare when he swam out into the ocean in rough waters, going out more than a mile. He couldn't be seen from the shore, and the others were sure that he had drowned. He swam back without trouble and laughed at their concern as he toweled himself off.

Pool at Cotchford Farm

In the pool Wohlin noticed that Thoroughgood's mood hadn't improved, but Jones was feeling mischievous. He swam underwater, grabbed Thoroughgood by the ankles, and pulled him under. Thoroughgood didn't find Jones' antics funny, but Jones continued to tease him, calling him "old man," which hit a nerve with Thoroughgood. As Jones swam by, Thoroughgood lunged and dunked Jones' head under the water. Jones came up coughing and laughing. He thought they were having fun.

Janet Lawson called to Anna Wohlin from the house; she was wanted on the phone. The women went inside, leaving the men alone in the pool.

Some time later while Wohlin was on the phone with a friend, she heard Lawson screaming from outside, "'Anna! Anna! Something's happened to Brian!'"

Wohlin rushed downstairs and found Frank Thoroughgood dripping wet in the kitchen, trying to light a cigarette. His hands were shaking, and he wouldn't make eye contact with her. She ran outside, passing Lawson, and looked into the still pool. Jones was "lying spread-eagled on the bottom."

She dove in and tried to pull him to the surface, but he kept slipping out of her grip. She yelled to Thoroughgood for help. He came, but took his time getting there, she said. He sat on the edge and slipped into the water, then helped Wohlin get Jones out of the pool. As they turned Jones onto his chest, Wohlin noticed that Thoroughgood wasn't shaking anymore. His manner was "cold as ice."

Lawson ran over to help. After getting the water out of his lungs, they turned Jones onto his back. Lawson massaged his heart as Wohlin administered CPR, or the "kiss of life" as she called it. They worked on him without stop. Wohlin thought she felt him faintly squeezing her hand at one point, but by the time an ambulance arrived, Jones was dead.

At 2 a.m. word of Jones' death reached the Rolling Stones at Olympic Studios in London where they were recording a Stevie Wonder song, "I Don't Know Why." The band fell into stunned silence, sitting on the floor, some of them lighting up joints. Drummer Charlie Watts quietly cried.

"Paint It Black"

Anna Wohlin believes that Frank Thoroughgood killed Brian Jones, but by her own account, she did not actually witness the murder. She was in the house on the telephone when it happened. She claims that Thoroughgood threatened her twice afterward—at the police station on the night of the incident and five days later at the coroner's inquest—urging her strongly not to implicate him.

Wohlin writes in her book that Thoroughgood "sidled up to her" outside the East Grinstead police station and said, "'Don't forget to tell them it was Brian who wanted me to come down to you, not me The only thing you need to tell them is that Brian had been drinking and that his drowning was an accident. You don't have to tell them anything else. I left Brian to go to the kitchen and light a cigarette and I don't know any more than you There's no need for you to tell the police that you saw me in the kitchen. Just tell them we pulled Brian out of the pool together."

In researching his book on the Stones, author A.E. Hotchner tracked down two men who believe that they witnessed the murder. Nicholas Fitzgerald was a good friend of Brian Jones in 1969. He and a friend had shown up at Cotchford Farm at about 11 p.m. on the night of July 2. Seeing that the pool lights were on, they went around to the back of the house instead of going to the front door. Coming through the bushes, Fitzgerald saw three men standing by the pool. They were dressed like "workmen," and one was down on one knee, pushing the head of someone in the pool under the water. A man and a woman were standing at the other side of the pool, and this man seemed to be directing the action. One of the three workmen jumped in and "landed on the back of the struggling swimmer." Before Fitzgerald and his friend could do anything, a "burly man" with a cockney accent threatened them and drove them off.

One of the laborers who worked for Thoroughgood at Jones' home at the time spoke to Hotchner on condition of anonymity. The man is referred to as "Marty" in the book. "Marty" claimed to have been there when it happened, along with a few other members of the work crew who had brought their wives and girlfriends. At least two of the laborers resented Jones for his wealth, his pretty women, and his air of superiority around them. The men started horsing around in the pool, harassing Jones and preventing him from getting out. They held him under, and the women, who were impressed with his celebrity, pleaded with the men to leave him alone. This enraged them further. Things got out of hand, and Jones was drowned. "Those guys got carried away," Marty said, "and I wouldn't say what happened was an accident."

According to Anna Wohlin, years later the Stones' chauffeur Tom Keylock got Thoroughgood to sign a deathbed confession, a document that has never been published. On the night of Jones' death, Thoroughgood had called Keylock to tell him what had happened, and Keylock went directly to Cotchford Farm. According to Wohlin, Keylock took control of the situation. The Stones' press agent Les Perrin arrived next, and he was the one who found Jones' inhaler by the pool. Wohlin claims that in the days after Jones' death Perrin had offered her money to keep silent and not talk to the press. He eventually persuaded her to sign an agreement stating that if she gave any interviews, she would say nothing that could harm the reputations of Brian Jones or the Rolling Stones. The agreement also gave Perrin the right to review any article written based on an interview with her before it was published.

Why, she wondered, were the Stones' management so worried about bad press? Brian Jones was out of the band. How could his death harm them? Were they trying to protect Thoroughgood? If so, why?

Whether Jones' death was the result of Thoroughgood becoming enraged as Wohlin claims, or his crew letting their resentment get out hand as "Marty" claims, why did Perrin go to such lengths to put his spin on the story? And how did it come about that Jones' home was ransacked, his most valuable possessions stolen, when Tom Keylock was supposedly keeping an eye on things?

Were the Stones' handlers afraid that Thoroughgood's connection to their organization would point the finger of blame back at the band? And what became of Frank Thoroughgood's deathbed confession? If he had indeed confessed to the killing himself, why wasn't it ever released to the public to put all doubts to rest?

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The Stones had been planning a free concert scheduled for July 5, 1969, in London's Hyde Park where they would debut their new hit single, "Honkey Tonk Women." After they learned of Jones' death, they considered canceling the event. Some band members felt that it would be inappropriate to perform when Brian Jones wasn't even in the ground yet. Charlie Watts, however, suggested that they go ahead with the concert and dedicate it to their old friend.

On an unbearably hot and humid afternoon, the Stones took to the stage, surrounded by blow-ups of Brian Jones. Mick Jagger read "Adonais," a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley in honor of their former lead guitarist. Jagger's delivery was hardly inspiring, and the crowd was more interested in hearing music than mourning. As the band went into their first number, Tom Keylock opened several cardboard boxes, releasing 2,000 white moths in memory of Jones. Unfortunately the effect was less than expected. Most of the insects had perished in the heat; those that survived flew a few feet and crash dived into the crowd. Between the oppressive humidity and the somber mood, the Stones couldn't seem to get it together that day. Most agree that it was one of the worst concerts the band has ever given.

Five days later Brian Jones' remains were put to rest. Mick Jagger and his girlfriend Marianne Faithfull did not attend the funeral because they were scheduled to start work on the film Ned Kelly in Australia. Reportedly the producers of the film had threatened legal action if Jagger and Faithfull did not show up on schedule.

Keith Richards and Anita Pallenberg must have had their own reasons for staying away. After all they had been through with Brian, perhaps it was just too painful to bear.