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coke and smoke pot.
AT ABOUT SIX O'CLOCK THAT evening, Vandiver drove Davis to Judi Alderman's house in Houston. Davis seemed worried, but Alderman shrugged it off since Davis often seemed tense. After some cajoling, Davis persuaded Alderman to join her and Vandiver and Sarah Irwin at the River Cafe, in Houston's trendy Montrose section. Davis assured Alderman that they wouldn't be out late. "John has an appointment at the ranch tonight at ten o'clock," she said. After dropping Davis off, Vandiver made his rounds, collecting drug money, and then stopped at Michael Mashkes's apartment, not far from the River Cafe. The two musicians watched TV and talked about an upcoming gig; Mashkes would. be backing Vandiver up when he played at Fitzgerald's, in Houston.
Vandiver was also looking forward to Saturday night, when he was scheduled to open for Mary Travers, of Peter, Paul & Mary fame, at Poor David's Pub, in Dallas. The club's owner, David Card, had described the booking as a possible break for Vandiver. Despite his years of disappointment, Vandiver still harbored the hope that somehow his music would make it big.
Before he left Mashkes's, Vandiver asked his friend to accompany him on his drive to Telluride, Colorado, later in the month. "I've got some business to transact there,” he told Mashkes, who didn't need to ask what kind.
“I’ll let you know,” he replied.
Vandiver, Davis, Irwin and Alderman met for dinner at the River Cafe around seven o'clock. They shared a bottle of wine and talked about a horse Davis had sold, which was appearing in the rodeo the following week. But Davis, looking thin and tired, was less talkative than usual. "Debbie's long nails were all bitten down to the quick,” Irwin says, "and John seemed preoccupied throughout dinner and kept checking his watch."
At 9:00 p.m. Vandiver looked at Davis and said, "It's time - let's go." As they divvied up the dinner bill, Irwin asked Vandiver if she could give him a personal check for her share. "Is it okay? Can you cover it?"
Vandiver laughed. "I think so. I've got $42,000 on me."
Davis dawdled at the table, seeming somewhat reluctant to leave. But the friends soon said goodbye in front of the restaurant.
AS VANDIVER AND DAVIS HEADED HOME, Mathes, Covington, Makosky and Holland gathered in a Best Western hotel room north of Houston. Covington was carrying a .38-caliber revolver. Mathes had a .25-caliber pistol. The samurai sword was outside in the van. The men sat around snorting coke and smoking pot while Mathes sketched a map of Vandiver's ranch.
Sometime after 11:00 p.m., Mathes called Vandiver to tell him that he was on his way. Then the four men loaded into the van. As they drove to the ranch, Mathes handed his personal two-gram vial of coke to Covington and told him to pass it around. While Mathes drove, Covington, in the seat next to him, loaded the guns. A few minutes later Mathes casually remarked that he would shoot Vandiver in the back first. "Mathes said John had a bad back and that should lay him up,” says Holland. And then Mathes matter-of-factly added, "If his old lady is there, she's got to die, too."
AT THE RANCH, DAVIS WAS ON THE telephone with her mother, Sheila Davis. "I was feeling kind of under the weather,” Mrs. Davis says. “And I was procrastinating about whether or not to make a trip I'd planned to McAllen, Texas. Debbie said, 'Go, Mom. It'll be fun for you. You need the break.'"
"I love you,” Debbie said, before hanging up.
Then Debbie, dressed in her nightgown, climbed into bed. After setting up the stereo equipment to dub some tapes, Vandiver turned on the television and settled into a large overstuffed chair to await Mathes's arrival.
At approximately 12:30 a.m., Mathes drove the van past the cabin. "You'll have to get down on the floor,” Mathes said. “John will be highly pissed off if he knows I brought somebody up here to his house."
Silently, Mathes pulled into the driveway. With the pistol in a
AT ABOUT SIX O'CLOCK THAT evening, Vandiver drove Davis to Judi Alderman's house in Houston. Davis seemed worried, but Alderman shrugged it off since Davis often seemed tense. After some cajoling, Davis persuaded Alderman to join her and Vandiver and Sarah Irwin at the River Cafe, in Houston's trendy Montrose section. Davis assured Alderman that they wouldn't be out late. "John has an appointment at the ranch tonight at ten o'clock," she said. After dropping Davis off, Vandiver made his rounds, collecting drug money, and then stopped at Michael Mashkes's apartment, not far from the River Cafe. The two musicians watched TV and talked about an upcoming gig; Mashkes would. be backing Vandiver up when he played at Fitzgerald's, in Houston.
Vandiver was also looking forward to Saturday night, when he was scheduled to open for Mary Travers, of Peter, Paul & Mary fame, at Poor David's Pub, in Dallas. The club's owner, David Card, had described the booking as a possible break for Vandiver. Despite his years of disappointment, Vandiver still harbored the hope that somehow his music would make it big.
Before he left Mashkes's, Vandiver asked his friend to accompany him on his drive to Telluride, Colorado, later in the month. "I've got some business to transact there,” he told Mashkes, who didn't need to ask what kind.
“I’ll let you know,” he replied.
Vandiver, Davis, Irwin and Alderman met for dinner at the River Cafe around seven o'clock. They shared a bottle of wine and talked about a horse Davis had sold, which was appearing in the rodeo the following week. But Davis, looking thin and tired, was less talkative than usual. "Debbie's long nails were all bitten down to the quick,” Irwin says, "and John seemed preoccupied throughout dinner and kept checking his watch."
At 9:00 p.m. Vandiver looked at Davis and said, "It's time - let's go." As they divvied up the dinner bill, Irwin asked Vandiver if she could give him a personal check for her share. "Is it okay? Can you cover it?"
Vandiver laughed. "I think so. I've got $42,000 on me."
Davis dawdled at the table, seeming somewhat reluctant to leave. But the friends soon said goodbye in front of the restaurant.
AS VANDIVER AND DAVIS HEADED HOME, Mathes, Covington, Makosky and Holland gathered in a Best Western hotel room north of Houston. Covington was carrying a .38-caliber revolver. Mathes had a .25-caliber pistol. The samurai sword was outside in the van. The men sat around snorting coke and smoking pot while Mathes sketched a map of Vandiver's ranch.
Sometime after 11:00 p.m., Mathes called Vandiver to tell him that he was on his way. Then the four men loaded into the van. As they drove to the ranch, Mathes handed his personal two-gram vial of coke to Covington and told him to pass it around. While Mathes drove, Covington, in the seat next to him, loaded the guns. A few minutes later Mathes casually remarked that he would shoot Vandiver in the back first. "Mathes said John had a bad back and that should lay him up,” says Holland. And then Mathes matter-of-factly added, "If his old lady is there, she's got to die, too."
AT THE RANCH, DAVIS WAS ON THE telephone with her mother, Sheila Davis. "I was feeling kind of under the weather,” Mrs. Davis says. “And I was procrastinating about whether or not to make a trip I'd planned to McAllen, Texas. Debbie said, 'Go, Mom. It'll be fun for you. You need the break.'"
"I love you,” Debbie said, before hanging up.
Then Debbie, dressed in her nightgown, climbed into bed. After setting up the stereo equipment to dub some tapes, Vandiver turned on the television and settled into a large overstuffed chair to await Mathes's arrival.
At approximately 12:30 a.m., Mathes drove the van past the cabin. "You'll have to get down on the floor,” Mathes said. “John will be highly pissed off if he knows I brought somebody up here to his house."
Silently, Mathes pulled into the driveway. With the pistol in a
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