Confession

by Gary Whitmore

  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 wa
nt 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.

  “Kinda nice,” Jimmy replied with a huge grin.

  Ricky looked proud of his big brother. “I’ll get rid of your old car.”

  Jimmy rushed over to his old Ford. He opened up the rear door and removed the camera and tripod.

  He rushed it over to his new Galaxie and placed it in the trunk. He looked at Ricky. “Let’s get go fishing,” he said then slammed the trunk closed.

  Ten minutes later, they were off in the lake fishing in the boat and Jimmy told Ricky all the details about Annette.

  The weather was great while they spent two relaxing days fishing, camping and drinking beer.

  Jimmy took his camera with him on a few trips in Ricky’s boat in the lake. He snapped a picture of Ricky while his fishing line in the water then Ricky snapped a picture of Jimmy with his fishing line in the water.

  It was morning and Jimmy and Ricky were ready to call it an end to another yearly tradition. They started packing up all of their camping gear.

  When they were ready to go home, Jimmy tucked all of Annette’s clothes, his bat, and leather gloves inside his tent.

  He set his camera and tripod on top of the tent then closed and locked the trunk.

  He walked over to Ricky standing by his old Ford.

  “Okay little brother, we’ll keep this a secret until the day we die,” Jimmy said while he approached Ricky.

  “Until we die,” Ricky said while they locked pinkies to seal their promise.

  Jimmy drove off in his new 1963 Ford while Ricky drove off in the old 1954 Ford.

  But along the way back to Boldger, Alabama, Jimmy made two stops in Madison, Alabama located in the northern part of the state.

  His first stop was at Elmer’s Pawn Shop where he bought an old wooden chest. It had a hasp with a pad lock, and would be great to keep his souvenirs of his new hobby.

  After leaving Elmer’s Pawn Shop, Jimmy drove over to Tad’s Tattoo Parlor down the street.

  He went inside as there was something he also had to do to confess his tale.

  After his tattoo, Jimmy got back in his car and drove off south to head back home.

  Jimmy turned on the radio and the song Don’t Worry by Marty Robbins started playing on the radio.

  “Don’t worry ‘bout me, it’s all over now,” sang out Jimmy along with Marty Robbins.

  He drove down the road singing his heart out while taking an occasional glance in his rear view mirror for a cop car. He never saw one.

  Back to reality…

  Sam jotted down some notes on a pad of paper after finishing this chapter.

  Marty was so engrossed into the story he had to read the next chapter.

  Billy was steaming mad while he finished this chapter.

  Chapter 9

  A Killer’s Tale story continued…

  It was early in the morning and Jimmy drove his new Galaxie down Route 123.

  He was three miles to Boldger and sang along to the Country Girl song by Faron Young.

  He stopped glancing in his rear view mirror an hour ago and knew he was in the clear.

  A little while later, Jimmy drove down his street then pulled his new Ford Galaxie into the driveway and turned off the engine.

  He stared at his home for a few seconds then he tooted the horn to let Betty know he was back home.

  A few seconds later, and Betty walked out of the front door and saw the new car in the driveway. It took her a few seconds to see Jimmy behind the wheel. She looked a little bewildered.

  Jimmy got out of the car and stood back with admiration for his car.

  Betty walked up and looked at the beautiful new car. Then she saw the grin on Jimmy’s face and got upset. “We can't afford this on a Sheriff’s paycheck!”

  “Don't worry. Daddy said that since I don’t want to join the family business, he’d give me a new car each year. It’s my inherence he’s giving to me early.”

  She looked at him unsure she heard correctly. “Did you say he’s giving you’re a free car every year?”

  “Yep, now sit inside, take a whiff of that new car smell.”

  Betty sat in the drivers seat and looked around the inside. She took a whiff and that aroma of a new car was a sweet smell to her nostrils.

  She looked over at Jimmy’s right bicep and saw a skull tattoo with the "A" letter below the right side of the jawbone. “Why did you got a tattoo?” she said with a frown.

  Jimmy rubbed his bicep and looked his tattoo with admiration. “Army guys gotta have tattoos.”

  “You’re in the reserves.”

  “I know, but I’m still a soldier.”

  “What does the A mean?” she asked.

  He thought for a few seconds to come up with a viable answer. “Ah, Army.”

  She discreetly rolled her eyes and accepted his foolishness.

  She took the key out of the ignition and got out.

  Jimmy looked concerned when she walked to the rear of the car.

  She stuck the key in the lock and Jimmy’s heart raced in a panic. She opened the trunk. He quickly slammed it shut and almost caught her hand. She jumped back shaken by his behavior.

  “What's your problem? I just wanted to see how big the trunk was!”

  Jimmy glared at her. “I have secret Army Reserve files you're not authorized to see,” he lied through his teeth.

  Betty looked at Jimmy’s standard serious look and got intimidated.

  She discreetly roller her eyes while she walked away from the car. “Bring me your clothes and I’ll do load in the washer,” she said when she got to the front door.

  Jimmy stared at the trunk while Betty went inside the house. He felt the coast was clear so he rushed over and opened the garage door.

  He rushed back to the rear of the car and opened up the trunk. He reached inside and grabbed his folded tent.

  He rushed it into the garage and dropped it to the floor.

  He rushed back to his trunk and removed that old wooden chest he bought at the Pawn Shop.

  He rushed back inside his garage and set the chest on his work bench.

  He rushed back to his car and removed his camera and tripod from the trunk then closed it.

  He rushed back into his garage with his camera and tripod.

  After he turned on the light inside the garage he closed the garage door.

  Jimmy walked to a door in the end of the garage with his camera and tripod in hand. This was a dark room he constructed two months ago.

  He opened up the door and placed the camera and tripod inside the room.

  He went back i
nto the garage and grabbed his folded tent. He walked over and placed that inside his dark room.

  He went back out into the garage and brought his wooden chest into his dark room.

  He turned on the red light and locked the door.

  He went to work on the film.

  After a few minutes inside his dark room, Jimmy developed the pictures he took of Ricky and himself in his fishing boat. “Pretty good,” he said while had the two pictures clipped to a line to dry.

  He went to work developing the rest of the pictures.

  Ten minutes had passed and Jimmy had the pictures he took of Annette developed. He wanted to keep proof of his crime.

  Jimmy reached under the developing table. He removed that small locked box and opened it up.

  He removed the twelve pictures he had taken of the naked colored girls he raped.

  He opened up the wooden box and dumped the pictures of Annette and the twelve colored girls.

  He unfolded his tent.

  He removed Annette’s clothes, Corvair car key and drivers license from the tent then dropped them inside the wooden chest.

  He grabbed his baseball bat from the tent and saw the bloody tip.

  He left his dark room with the bat and headed back into the garage.

  He looked at the access panel in the ceiling of the garage that led to his attic. He knew that would be a perfect hiding place. It was perfect as Betty got the creeps going into the attic after she saw a mouse and spiders up there years ago.

  He rushed over to his workbench and grabbed a small jar with screwed on lid. He opened it up and dumped the nuts and bolts onto the bench. He reached in his pocket and removed Annette’s teeth. He dumped them into the jar and screwed on the top.

  He rushed back into the dark room and placed the jar inside the wooden chest.

  He rushed out of the dark room with the leather gloves from the tent.

  He rushed over and powered up a power saw on the one wall of the garage. He immediately sawed the bat into numerous pieces and dumped it in his trash can except for the bloody stained tip. He stared at the pieces of the murder weapon in the trash. He decided to quit raping young colored girls. Killing white girls would now satisfy his sick desires. He dropped the gloves in the trash on top of the pieces of bat.