Confession (13 page)

The only two other vehicles in the lot of the bar were a 1959 Dodge pickup and a 1960 Corvair.   

Jimmy just knew the Corvair belonged to Annette so he got out and rushed over to it. 

He knelt down by the rear driver’s tire and removed a pocket knife from his pocket.  He sliced the air valve, and air hissed out of the slit.  

He rushed over and sliced the air valve of the rear passenger rear tire where air hissed out of the slit.

He rushed back to his car and sat behind the wheel.  He waited and kept his eyes on the front doors of the bar.

Twenty minutes had passed and the neon lights to the bar went out. 

A few minutes later, the front doors to the bar opened and Bruno and Annette, with her purse, walked out into the dark parking lot. 

Bruno locked the front doors.

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon,” Bruno said to Annette while he walked away to his pickup.

“Have fun fishing,” she said.

Annette walked over to her Corvair while Bruno got inside and started up his pickup.

Bruno did not waste any time driving out of the parking lot since he wanted to go fishing in six hours.

Annette got inside her Corvair and started it up.  She drove off but her car lagged.  She stopped her car. 

She got out of her car and left her engine running with the driver’s door opened. 

She walked around and saw that her two rear tires were flat.  “Shit!” she cursed as she was tired and wanted to go home and get some sleep.

She walked back over to her opened driver’s door.

This was Jimmy’s opportunity so he slipped on his leather gloves he had stashed in his glove box.  He drove his car over to Annette’s Corvair.

He stepped out of his Ford. “What’s wrong?” he asked with the best fake tone of concern he could muster.

“Just my luck.  I have two flat tires,” she said while she walked to the rear of her car.  She showed Jimmy the flats, and she did not remember him from earlier.

Jimmy looked at the flat tires then looked the area over where nobody was in sight.  “That’s a shame.  Can I give you a lift somewhere?” he offered. 

Annette looked at Jimmy and was going to accept his offer.  But she remembered him from earlier and this sudden eerie chill took over her body.  “No thanks.  I’ll go back inside the bar and call my boyfriend,” she said then walked over to the driver’s door, and reached inside to turn off her car engine.

The second Annette’s head was inches from the roof line of her car; Jimmy sprang into action.  He grabbed the back of her hair and smashed her forehead into the top of the door jam.  She was stunned, as she did not know what hit her.  “Never reject me!” he cursed while he repeatedly slammed her head into the top of the door jam.  Annette’s body went limp while she passed out.

Jimmy picked her up in his arms and carried her to his car.  He opened up the passenger door and plopped her down on the front seat.

Jimmy rushed over and opened up his trunk.  Inside his trunk were rope, tube of axle grease and a bunch of rags on top of his camping gear.  Jimmy reached inside and grabbed one of the rags. 

He rushed over to her Corvair and wiped the top door jam of any blood that was visible.   He reached in and turned off her car engine and dropped her keys into her purse that was on the front seat.  He grabbed her purse and slammed the car door shut with the rag in his hand.

With her purse in hand, he rushed back to his car, threw the purse and rags into the trunk, and slammed it shut. 

He got inside his car and drove out of the parking lot.

He drove down the street at the speed limit so that he wouldn’t attract any attention. 

Jimmy’s heart raced with excitement.  He couldn’t believe he actually went through with his plan. 

While he drove down the street, he kept a watchful eye on his rear view mirror for any police cars.  It was looking like the coast was clear.  He smiled.

He reached over and turned on his AM radio.  The
Misery Loved Company
song by Porter Wagner played on the radio.  Jimmy whistled along with the song happy as a clam.

Jimmy drove deeper into the country down a two-lane country road.   The
Big Bad John
song by Jimmy Dean played on the radio.  Jimmy whistled along with this song while he looked down the road for a place to do his deed.

He glanced over at Annette who was still passed out up slumped against the passenger door.  His heart raced.  He got a nervous stomach all of a sudden.  He started to have second thoughts about continuing with his plan.  

He pulled over the side of the road and pondered for a few seconds if he should set her free.   He turned off his radio to think straight.

“I don’t have a choice now, as she might identify me,” he said then pulled back on the road and drove off down the street.

After driving for another ten minutes, Jimmy soon found a dirt road and turned down it.  He figured this would lead to nice secluded place.

He was correct after a few minutes of his Ford bouncing around while he drove down the dirt road.   He thought this road was perfect since the road had numerous other tire tracks in the dirt.

He pulled over to the right to a clearing in the woods.  

He looked at Annette who was still slumped over against the passenger door passed out.

He positioned his car and shined the headlights on a nearby pine tree.

He leaned over and removed Annette’s jester shirt. 

He removed her bra and felt up her bare breasts. 

He reached down and removed her shoes.  He tossed them to the floorboard.

He unzipped her cabin boy pants and slid them down and removed them.   He tossed them to the floorboard.

He ran his hand all around her panties.   He grabbed the waist band of her panties and slid them down her leg, and over her feet.  He tossed them to the floorboard. 

He stared at her naked body slouched down next to him.  

He leaned over the front seat and grabbed the baseball bat from the back.

He got out and rushed to the trunk of his car. 

He opened it up and removed some rope. 

He rushed over to the tree and dropped it down on the dirt.

He rushed back to the car and removed the camera and tripod out of the backseat. 

He set it up by the front of his Ford. 

He rushed over and removed Annette’s naked body from the passenger seat.

He carried Annette over to the tree and propped her up.   He held her up with one hand and used his free hand and grabbed the rope down in the dirt. 

He tied her naked body to the tree trunk with the rope.

He bent down and grabbed the baseball bat.  

After a few smacks with his hand across her face, Annette woke up.   She looked dazed and confused when she saw Jimmy.  Her eyes widened when it dawned on her that she was tied naked to a tree out in the woods.

“Help!” Annette screamed in total fear once she saw Jimmy with the baseball in his hand.

Jimmy stood in stance remembering his Little League days and swung the bat and whacked her across her right kneecap.

“Ahhhh!” she screamed in pain.

He swung again with the bat and whacked her left kneecap.

“Ahhhh!” she screamed in pain.

He swung again with the bat and whacked her right hip.

“Ahhhh!” she screamed in extreme pain.

He could not stand her screaming so he swung the bat and made hard contact in her throat.  She frantically gasped for air from her severely injured throat.

He swung the bat and whacked her across her right jaw. 

He immediately swung the bat and whacked her across her left jaw.  Teeth and blood flew out of her mouth.

He swung the bat and whacked her across her right temple.  Then he immediately swung the bat and whacked her across her left temple.  He dropped the bat and grabbed her head.  He twisted her neck until he heard a snap and knew she was dead.

“Will you go out with me now?” he asked with a smart-ass tone.

He chuckled while he walked back to his car with the baseball bat.

He reached in the trunk and dropped the bat inside then grabbed the tube of axle grease. 

He walked back to Annette and ran a streak down her stomach to represent the number “1” as his calling card.

He rushed the tube of axle grease back to the rear of his car and dropped it into the trunk. He reached inside the trunk and grabbed her purse.  He slammed the trunk closed.

He rushed over to the front of the car.  He tossed the purse onto the front seat.

He rushed over to the camera.  He snapped a picture.   He snapped a few more pictures from different angles. 

He set the timer and rushed over Annette. 

The camera snapped a picture and Jimmy stood like a proud hunter who bagged a prize deer.

He rushed over and looked around the ground then picked up as many of her teeth he could find.  He shoved her teeth in his pants pocket.

He grabbed the camera still on the tripod and rushed and placed it in the rear seat of his car.

He walked over and got behind the wheel of his car. 

He started up the engine then backed it up down and backed down the dirt road.

He stopped when he got to the paved road.

He got out and found a small tree branch with leaves. 

He ran back down the dirt road and into the clearing where Annette was tied to the tree. 

He wiped away his entire boot and tire track prints from the dirt.

He threw the branch into the woods and got back into this car.

He opened up Annette’s purse and removed her driver’s license and eight dollars in cash. 

He smiled while he drove away down the paved road.

He turned on the radio.  The
Wings of a Dove
song by Ferlin Husky played on the radio.

Jimmy whistled along with the song while he drove down the two-lane country road.   He was satisfied that he got away with murder.

The next morning, Jimmy stopped in Amory, Mississippi located in the northern part of the sate for breakfast.

He paid for two scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and coffee with Annette’s money.

Afterwards, he discreetly dropped Annette’s purse and shoes in a garbage can outside the restaurant. 

Jimmy got in his car and headed south out of Amory.

Later that morning, Jimmy met up with Ricky at Artabatian Lake outside Pierce, Mississippi. 

They always parked their cars at the secluded dirt clearing with a sandy bank into the Artabatian Lake.

Jimmy parked his car in the clearing. 

He got out with his bottle of Jack Daniels and sat on the hood of his car.  He sipped on bourbon while he glanced at the lake.  He ran last night’s event over and over in his mind to make sure he didn’t leave any clues.  He was satisfied he covered his tracks.

The sound of an approaching car was heard behind him.   Jimmy turned around and saw a brand new shiny red with red interior 1963 Ford Galaxie.   Ricky had installed a trailer hitch and towed his fishing boat behind.

Ricky parked the Galaxie by Jimmy’s Ford.

Jimmy got off the hood the second Ricky shut off the Galaxie’s engine.

“Whew!  She sure is pretty,” Jimmy said while he walked over and admired his new car.  

Ricky got out of the Galaxie.  He handed Jimmy the keys when Jimmy walked over to him.

“Why did you want me to give you the car here?  You could have come down to the dealership,” asked Ricky.

Jimmy went over and opened the trunk of his new car. 

He rushed over to his old car and opened the trunk.  He gathered up the bat and Annette’s clothes inside the trunk and rushed over to his new Ford.  He dumped them inside his new trunk.

Ricky looked a little confused as to why Jimmy dumped some clothes and a bat into the trunk of the Galaxie. 

Ricky walked over and curiously looked inside the new trunk.  “Is that women’s clothes?”

“Well little brother, I had a some fun on the way over here last night, so I would appreciate if you have my old car crushed the second you get back home.”

“What did you do last night?” asked Ricky and he was extremely curious.

Jimmy looked around the area and it was clear of anybody to eavesdrop.  He inched closer to Ricky.  “You’ll have to swear you’ll keep this a secret.”

Ricky looked at Jimmy and wondered what he did last night.  “You bet.”

Jimmy inched closer.  “I killed a girl last night.”

It took a few seconds for that to dawn on Ricky.  “You really killed a girl?”

Jimmy nodded with a huge grin.

Ricky looked back inside the trunk then back at Jimmy.  “So, how was it?” he asked as he recalled that dead colored girl when he was seven.  That dead body of that colored girl fascinated even Ricky back in 1948.