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a folder.
Corder assumed the documents inside
were from the case. Pictures of the suspects, victims, location of
the murders…
“ We’re familiar with the
case Warden but thank you,” Corder said with a knowing smile,
declining to take the folder.
“ Sorry, you misunderstand
Detective. This is just the file on her since she’s been with us.
Psych evaluations and what not.”
Davis nodded, taking the folder from
the warden and looked into the room at the woman seated at a table
inside. “We appreciate it. Anything we need to know before we walk
in there?”
The woman sat with her hands folded on
the table in front of her, dark, wavy hair dropping to just below
her shoulders, inquiring eyes locked onto the men outside the
door.
“ Don’t underestimate her.
It’s easy to forget that she aided in the murder of at least twenty
people. Maybe more.”
A slow half smile crept across her
face and the two detectives entered the room, hoping to uncover
some new truths about one of the most gruesome killing sprees ever
to happen in Florida. The look on her face was one of a lioness
assessing her prey and it sent shivers up Corder’s spine.
Goosebumps broke out on Davis’s skin.
Chapter 1
August 5th,
1987
Summer had arrived in all her glory
and was holding nothing back. The heat was stifling and the
humidity suffocating. Outside activities were regularly accompanied
by sweat, mosquitos and the sweet smell of barbecue. None but the
natives of Florida would stomach this type of heat and they did so
with pride. At night the temperature dropped slightly which made
going out at night the pleasurable and sensible thing to do,
depending on where you resided.
There weren’t many houses near
Florida’s Alligator Alley but those that lived there would advise
you not to venture out at night, for obvious reasons. The buzz of
mosquitos and calls of other nightly insects and animals were a
common and expected ritual of the ‘Glades. The crunch of grass
under heavy boots was a new sound to the nightly orchestra. Though
recently, it was more of a regular occurrence in this particular
area.
The two men walking along the bank of
the water were of similar build and height, age is what separated
them. One carried a flashlight, keeping the darkness at bay and an
eye out for reptiles. On his belt were a seven inch bowie knife and
a .38 revolver. The other was hefting two large black trash bags
over his shoulder. His breathing got heavier and louder the farther
they walked. The load he was carrying was slowly wearing him
down.
The flashlight cut a path back and
forth in front of them and at times behind. Didn’t want anything to
come at them from the rear and perform a sneak attack on them.
Rustling in the bushes to their right was illuminated by the
flashlight but dismissed by the father and son pair as a small
animal scampered away, scared by the harsh light. A collected sigh
escaped them both as they continued their trek.
The fence was directly ahead, perhaps
twenty yards away. The dumping point. A three foot section of the
fence was cut, allowing access to the water that was just past the
perimeter of the fence. Three months prior they had severed the
links upon realizing this was the perfect location due to the heavy
traffic of alligators and other predatory animals that prowled the
‘Glades. This time of night, no other soul was around.
“ Why am I always the one
who gets stuck hauling the bags?”
He dropped the bags from his shoulder
and let them fall to the ground with a squishing sound. The beam of
the flashlight held still and the older man, Jameson, looked over
his shoulder in contempt.
“ Do we have to have the
same discussion each and every time we do this son? Stop your
bitching. We’re almost there.”
With a grunt, Gabe resumed his chore
of carrying the discarded remains and kept his mouth shut. He
didn’t need another lesson in what happened when his dad was
Corder assumed the documents inside
were from the case. Pictures of the suspects, victims, location of
the murders…
“ We’re familiar with the
case Warden but thank you,” Corder said with a knowing smile,
declining to take the folder.
“ Sorry, you misunderstand
Detective. This is just the file on her since she’s been with us.
Psych evaluations and what not.”
Davis nodded, taking the folder from
the warden and looked into the room at the woman seated at a table
inside. “We appreciate it. Anything we need to know before we walk
in there?”
The woman sat with her hands folded on
the table in front of her, dark, wavy hair dropping to just below
her shoulders, inquiring eyes locked onto the men outside the
door.
“ Don’t underestimate her.
It’s easy to forget that she aided in the murder of at least twenty
people. Maybe more.”
A slow half smile crept across her
face and the two detectives entered the room, hoping to uncover
some new truths about one of the most gruesome killing sprees ever
to happen in Florida. The look on her face was one of a lioness
assessing her prey and it sent shivers up Corder’s spine.
Goosebumps broke out on Davis’s skin.
Chapter 1
August 5th,
1987
Summer had arrived in all her glory
and was holding nothing back. The heat was stifling and the
humidity suffocating. Outside activities were regularly accompanied
by sweat, mosquitos and the sweet smell of barbecue. None but the
natives of Florida would stomach this type of heat and they did so
with pride. At night the temperature dropped slightly which made
going out at night the pleasurable and sensible thing to do,
depending on where you resided.
There weren’t many houses near
Florida’s Alligator Alley but those that lived there would advise
you not to venture out at night, for obvious reasons. The buzz of
mosquitos and calls of other nightly insects and animals were a
common and expected ritual of the ‘Glades. The crunch of grass
under heavy boots was a new sound to the nightly orchestra. Though
recently, it was more of a regular occurrence in this particular
area.
The two men walking along the bank of
the water were of similar build and height, age is what separated
them. One carried a flashlight, keeping the darkness at bay and an
eye out for reptiles. On his belt were a seven inch bowie knife and
a .38 revolver. The other was hefting two large black trash bags
over his shoulder. His breathing got heavier and louder the farther
they walked. The load he was carrying was slowly wearing him
down.
The flashlight cut a path back and
forth in front of them and at times behind. Didn’t want anything to
come at them from the rear and perform a sneak attack on them.
Rustling in the bushes to their right was illuminated by the
flashlight but dismissed by the father and son pair as a small
animal scampered away, scared by the harsh light. A collected sigh
escaped them both as they continued their trek.
The fence was directly ahead, perhaps
twenty yards away. The dumping point. A three foot section of the
fence was cut, allowing access to the water that was just past the
perimeter of the fence. Three months prior they had severed the
links upon realizing this was the perfect location due to the heavy
traffic of alligators and other predatory animals that prowled the
‘Glades. This time of night, no other soul was around.
“ Why am I always the one
who gets stuck hauling the bags?”
He dropped the bags from his shoulder
and let them fall to the ground with a squishing sound. The beam of
the flashlight held still and the older man, Jameson, looked over
his shoulder in contempt.
“ Do we have to have the
same discussion each and every time we do this son? Stop your
bitching. We’re almost there.”
With a grunt, Gabe resumed his chore
of carrying the discarded remains and kept his mouth shut. He
didn’t need another lesson in what happened when his dad was
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