Confession

by Gary Whitmore

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

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

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

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

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

  Jimmy turned off his engine and got out of his car.

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

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

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

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

  Ricky looked excited while he locked up the new Galaxie.

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

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

  Twenty minutes had passed and Jimmy drove his Galaxie into the town of Somerset, Georgia.

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

  His eyes widened the second he saw a Piggly Wiggly grocery store. “Perfect,” he said then made a right turn into the lot of the store.

  Jimmy parked his car near the street side of the parking lot and had a good view of the front doors to the store. He turned off his engine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

  They saw a young woman push a shopping cart out of the store.

  “There’s one,” Jimmy said.

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

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

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

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

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

  Ricky knew he better let Jimmy drive this adventure tonight.

  Ten minutes passed.

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

  She walked over to a red 1964 Mustang.

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

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

  Jimmy got out of the car.

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

  Jimmy walked over to Angie’s Mustang.

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

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

  She placed her grocery bag in her back seat.

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

  He grabbed her hair.

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

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

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

  “Hurry up,” Ricky nervously called out while he scanned the area over for any possible witnesses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Ricky was anxious about their upcoming time alone with Angie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Ahhh!” Angie screamed.

  “Strike one,” Jimmy chuckled.

  Ricky swung again and whacked bare breasts again.

  “Ahhh!” Angie screamed.

  “Strike two,” Jimmy chuckled then he rushed over to the camera while Ricky got in position for another swing.

  Jimmy snapped a picture the second Ricky’s bat made contact with Angie’s nose.

  She passed out from the pain.

  “Take some pictures of me,” Jimmy said.

  Jimmy rushed over and Ricky handed him the bat.

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

  Ricky snapped a picture the second Jimmy’s bat whacked Angie across her right temple.

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

  Her teeth landed scattered out in the dirt.

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

  Jimmy was satisfied she was dead.

  “Take one more picture of me then let’s get the hell out of here,” Jimmy told Ricky.

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

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

  Jimmy rushed over and dropped the bat in his trunk.

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

  Ricky and Jimmy quickly searched the dirt for her teeth.

  They found four of which Jimmy placed them in his pocket.

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

  “What’s that for?” Ricky asked.

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

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

  “Creative,” said Ricky and looked impressed.

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

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

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

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

  Jimmy drove away down the country road.

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

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

  Ricky got in the 64 Ford and drove away.

  Jimmy got inside his new 65 Galaxie and drove away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Jimmy rushed inside the garage with the contents from his trunk. He did his usual routine.

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

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

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

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

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

  Carl snapped tons of pictures per Robert’s instructions.

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

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

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

  It was now early December.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Back to reality…

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Chapter 12

  A Killer’s Tale story continued…

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

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

  A few days passed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Robert quickly redrew the directions on another piece of paper.

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

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

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

  Robert rushed away from his desk.

  Carl got up and followed.

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

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

  Sheriff Rainy followed the directions Robert provided in that letter.

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

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

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

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

  They walked back to the cars disappointed.

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