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Interview with Robert “Bob” Hill: Part 3

6 July 2011; 20:06:

– Well, like I said, I ain’t never really been quick on the draw, but I got him that night.

– Don’t like to admit it, but it was luck got me out there. Hadn’t been for me goin’ out ta get my toolbox out my truck, I’da never seen Bishop right over there [Mr. Hill points out the window towards the site of the original fire] where the Dennis’s used to live when I was a kid.

– Dennis’s packed up and made out to Atlanta ’bout, oh, four, five years ago. So the place been empty for a while there while they was tryin’ to get a buyer, just settin’ there fallin’ apart.

– Can’t show you what it looked like after Bishop done what he did. Realtors came through couple months after it happened and bought up the land, built another house in its place. But Bishop was there alright, same Ford pickup as mine, same year, everything. I remember ‘cause mine’s a ‘91, and I don’t see many a man drivin’ them ‘round no more.

– I keep mine up in good condition though, couple a things on the side at work to keep it runnin’ clean enough. They’s mighty fine vehicles, I’ll tell you. Buy American, more reliable.

– Uh huh, I seen Bishop’s truck and thought I hadn’t seen one ‘sides mine in some time, and his was beat up to all hell. I’m bettin’ that thing’s towin’ capacity was shot, probably’d break down if you threw a brick in the cabin by the looks of it. Could hear the engine from way over where I was standin’, soundin’ like it was yellin’ for mercy. Listenin’ to that thing—give it a rough diagnostic check, just listenin’ to the sounds—I’m guessin’ it needed a rotor belt, some tran work, at least six thousand past the last oil change.

– Yeah huh, I’m watchin’ that car and I catch sight a Bishop just settin’ there, starin’ at the Dennis’s old house. Not doin’ nothin’, still as a soldier durin’ the national anthem.  I mean real still too, not shufflin’ ‘round on his feet like these kids do nowadays, like they’s all coked up or gotta piss or just plain nervous or somethin’. He was still as a preacher durin’ prayer, arms at his side, just starin’ up at the house. Weren’t nobody ’round him neither, just him and that damn truck and whoever was in it.

– I mean, I’m just guessin’ was somebody there. Bishop kid said there weren’t, but he looked mighty unsure when they was askin’ him.

– I believed him ‘bout the bodies, I don’t think he had nothin’ ta do with that. They was already in there, probably some drug deal gone bad and person who kilt ‘em thought it’d be a safe bet ta dump the bodies at the Dennis’s old house.

– Bishop, he just a little college young’n, a roughneck. I saw his face when they was tryin’ him, boy was scared outta his mind. He couldn’t a murdered nobody. It was dark, no electricity in that house, boy coulda gone in and set fire to the place and woulda never seen or heard a thang ‘bout no dead bodies ‘til the place was up already. Somebody else killed them people, I’ll give him that. But I ain’t believe him when he said he was alone. I can’t be hundred percent on it or not, but considerin’ how he was actin’ in front a that house, I’m pretty damn sure there was somebody with him. ‘Cause he’d be downright crazy if there weren’t.

– Well, I kept watchin’ and waitin’ and Bishop stood there for a long time. So I took a couple a steps off my property in his direction and that’s when I see that he ain’t as still as I figured.

– My eyes ain’t what they used to be so I couldn’t see no specifics at first, but I get a few feet closer still and see he’s a young’n, twenty-three, twenty-four maybe. And there’s a sound driftin’ over from where he’s at and I get a little closer and he’s talkin’.

– That’s why I say there had to’ve been somebody in that truck, ‘cause he wasn’t talkin’ like no crazy person. Was talkin’ loud, havin’ a conversation, like he was yellin’ at somebody, and he kept lookin’ back at the car, so’s I believe he had somebody with him.

– Was about to go over and ask what they was doin’, but the roof a the Dennis’s old house caved-in right then and flames shot out the top like it was Fourth of July.

– I ain’t never seen nobody move as fast as that boy did right then. I was still lookin’ at the house—caught in one hell a surprise—when he hopped in the passenger side a the truck like lightnin’ was on his ass.

– Tires peeled off and, like I said, my eyes ain’t what they used to be, but they’s decent enough. I couldn’t see inside the truck, but I caught the license plate. Ran in and called Crimestoppers and gave ‘em what I know and they caught that fella.

– Hope it’s a lesson to him, too. Hope it’s a lesson to all of ‘em, young or old. Anybody else wanna come ‘round settin’ fire to people’s homes. Name’s Bob Hill, and I will get your ass locked up.

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Interview with Dr. Aileen Parks: Part 4

16 July 2011

– That’s understandable. It is a bit confusing.

– To put it in perspective, tuition rate increases at U.S. colleges have, percentage wise, rivaled health care inflation for years now.

– And, as you probably know if you’ve been paying attention to your insurance premiums, the health care industry is widely considered to be one of the most money-hoarding in the country, so it’s a pretty hefty feat to nearly match up with them.

– In the early ‘90’s, a year at a private university would’ve cost you an average of around $10,000. Public universities, an average of $2,000 a year.

– At the beginning of the 2000’s decade, the average public college tuition had risen by 85% to almost $4,000 a year. Private college nearly doubled as well, to just under $20,000 a year. Current tuition rates are rising at a rate of about 6.5% a year. Health care rises at a little over 8.

– Compare that to a 3.5% average yearly increase in base family income across the country, and you can see where the problem lies.

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Interview with James Bennett: Part 4

5 July 2011

– My opinion on the case never changed, even after I saw everything unfold in the weeks before, during, and after the trial.

– It’s becauseof how everything unfolded actually, why my mind just wouldn’t let it go.

– Bishop was flaky, the whole time. He lied about not being the one to set fire to that place, and he lied about not knowing the bodies were there, about not knowing where his accomplice went too.

– He knew. He knew all of it. I couldn’t prove it, but I knew it.

– I was pissed when the verdict came back and all they got him on was the arson count. They’d bought into Silverstein’s bullshit, hook, line, sinker. I mean, some officers’d say it wasn’t a total loss, still a conviction. Especially as far as I was concerned since I wasn’t even on the damn case anymore. Was barely even back to being an officer, on probation and mandatory AA at that point.

– Case wasn’t closed to me though. More like an open book turned over on its pages so that nobody can see the words.

– I always had this biting feeling in my stomach when I saw Bishop, at the precinct, in the courtroom. Something was wrong with him. Even if he didn’t do what I think he did—which he did—something was still very wrong with him.

– You could feel it just by looking at him, just staring at his face you could see it in the way his eyes were always shifting around and his lip twitched all the time and he just sort of watched everybody without saying anything, like one of those guys in World Poker Tournaments, right before they drop a straight flush on your ass.

– Like a wolf. Yeah, a fucking wolf.

– I’ll never believe that Bishop had nothing to do with those bodies. Those investigators for the prosecution, they did a shit job on his case. If I’d been allowed to stick with it, Bishop’d still be locked up. Or executed, first degree charges.

– Because [Detective Bennett pauses, then looks around and sighs.] Fuck it. Chief can’t do anything about it anymore anyways, was so long ago.

– Few days before the trial’s about to start, I did a little extra investigating.

– For my own peace of mind. Nothing that would ever hold up since I wasn’t on the case, and I probably would’ve been fired back then if the chief found out about any of it, considering the terms of my probation and that fucking restraining order and—whatever. I’d never work another precinct again if they found out, but it wasn’t anything too serious so I figured I could get away with it.

– I just took a peek in Bishop’s apartment, trying to find anything I could before somebody came and cleaned the place out. It had always irked me that I never got a chance to search Bishop’s place myself, so I decided to just take the liberty.

– It was my case. Mine. Bastard Silverstein took it from me. I just wanted to see what I could have done, just to know.

– There was an eviction notice on Bishop’s door when I got there. Thirty days, everything was getting trashed. Notice had been up there for three weeks already. Police tape’s gone and everything so I head down to the front desk, flash my badge and get a key. Tell them it’s some last minute investigative stuff.

– When I got in, I admit, I took out some frustration. Ruffled up some drawers, threw a few clothes around, ripped a poster off the wall. It felt good. Cathartic. When I was done, I looked through some boxes I found in the back of Bishop’s closet and there’s this picture of him and this girl, hugging and smiling. Cute girl, his age, dark-hair. Italian looking. Picture’s dated about six months before the day I arrested him.

– Bishop and this girl, their picture looked like the ones they stick in frames when you just buy them, to show you how nice the frame could look. So, I searched some more, trying to find the origin of this mystery girl.

– They already checked Bishop’s lease, wasn’t anybody on it but him. Doesn’t mean nobody else was staying there regularly though, but he said there wasn’t and nobody came forward during the investigation to say anything otherwise.

– Nobody seemed to know anything about this Bishop kid, actually. Like he was a ghost recently appeared or something. Had a job but he’d been fired from that, and when detectives spoke to his old boss, all he told them was Bishop kept to himself.

– Anyways, I went in the bathroom and there’s nothing but an old toothbrush and a couple of cologne bottles and some shaving cream. But under the cabinet, way in the back behind the shampoo and body wash bottles and the toilet paper and stuff, there’s a box of Maxi pads. You get me?

– So now we got him all chummy with a girl in a picture and we got period pads in his bathroom. Something ain’t right. So I kept looking, finding nothing, finding nothing, and when I’m finally thinking it’s a dead end, I spot it.

– In the living room, next to the couch, a basket filled with magazines. Men’s Health, Maxim, a couple issues of Time. And hidden in the middle of the stack, two issues of Cosmo. Subscription issues, address label and everything.

– Now, you tell me, why’s Bishop got a subscription to Cosmo?

– Because he doesn’t. Address is for his apartment, but the name on it says Louise Morezo.

– Yeah, I know, that’s what I said. I keep that name in my head, Louise Morezo. Get back to the precinct and it’s the only thing I’m thinking about. Louise Morezo. Louise. Morezo.

– Doesn’t sound familiar, but I figure if there’s anywhere I should look first, its records. I get nothing. Girl had one speeding ticket back in like 2006. Otherwise, clean. Check all the criminal databases, ‘cause I’m thinking this whole time that maybe I’ve got his accomplice, you get me?

– Like I said, didn’t matter at this point, but I’d already got myself started. Didn’t find anything though. So I’m sitting at my desk and it’s just nagging me. Won’t leave my mind. Louise Morezo. Could still be the accomplice, just doesn’t have a record, which is completely likely since Bishop didn’t have a record before this either.

– But then I get to thinking, on a whim, what if Morezo wasn’t in on it all? I think about how they’d said one of those bodies they took from the house Bishop burned down was a female. What if Morezo wasn’t an accomplice, but a victim?

– So I check missing person’s, and I’m excited because I’m almost sure I’m going to find her. Something like that, chief’ll overlook me going to Bishop’s apartment if I find something that big. But the search comes back negative. Nobody’s reported her.

– Still wasn’t convinced, but nothing I could do about it. I tried too. Went so far as to look if she had a Facebook page. Turned out she did, at one point. Deactivated it three days before Bishop set that fire though. Convenient, huh?

– All I needed really. Like I said, as far as I was concerned, I was off the case. I wanted to go to the Chief bad, tell him what I’d found, bypass the fake justice that was being served and give a little more support to the charges this prick had on him. And I was even more pissed because it had taken me all of two hours to figure this shit out, but the D.A. had no clue.

– I knew it wouldn’t matter if I did tell the Chief, though. And I wasn’t about to risk my job and the little credibility I still had just so I  could point my finger in someone’s face and possibly say I told you so. [Detective Bennett cringes] God, you don’t know how bad I wanted to, though.

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Interview with Dr. Timothy Reynolds

who is anthony stephens?

Dr. Tom Reynolds works for the Leon County Office of the Chief Medical Examiner, and performed the autopsy on the John and Jane Doe recovered in the abandoned Old Bainbridge home allegedly burned down by Earl Bishop on May 11, 2008

6 July 2011

– You’re not going to turn this into a smear campaign, are you?

– Well, it’s just that—If you want me to be realistic, I can tell you. I mean, I know what most people’d think if they heard me say this stuff, but a man in my position doesn’t get a lot of social time.

– People don’t really smile and look envious when I tell them what I do. They hear the Doctor at the beginning of my name and think I’m out here doing heart transplants and brain surgeries and saving lives. Then I tell them, I don’t do lives [Dr. Reynolds chuckles then quickly frowns] Usually takes them a minute to get it.

– I have to find ways to entertain myself.

– Yeah, I remember the Doe’s. Was a little running joke between me and Cleyland for a while.

– Not with the John, he was a definite homicide.

– The fire had nothing to do with it. He’d been beaten beyond recognition before a flame even touched him.

– I mean, serious assault. It takes a lot to crack the human skull.

– The girl, though. Jane Doe. [Dr. Reynolds sighs and smiles] She was flawless.

– Could’ve been suicide, I’m guessing hanging, strangulation, since her trachea was smashed. Only type of fatalistic damage we could find, aside from the fire. Or whoever did Mr. Doe could’ve overpowered Jane, suffocated her.

– Yeah, the running joke was if either of us could tell what she looked like when she was alive. Before she got Freddy Krueger’d.

– Judging by her overall height, the texture of the bits of hair left on her scalp, the remainder of fat on her breasts and thighs, the proportion of her facial bone structure and health of her bones in general—I’d say she was pretty hot.

– A definite eight, if not a nine or ten.

– Cleyland though, he thought she was average, like a six or seven.

– If they ever find out who she was, I want to see a picture. I’ve got twenty bucks on that one.

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July 20, 2012 at 9:00 am

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