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  Melvin called his good friend Colonel Roscoe Purcell who was now the Commander of the Army Reserve Military Police Commander down at Fort Benning. Roscoe said he would help get Jimmy into his unit since Melvin had been giving him good deals on new Fords for the past years.

  Much to the quiet objection of Betty, Jimmy enlisted in the Army Reserves. He leave home and went down to Fort Benning, Georgia for boot camp at the end of October. During all this Army training, Deputy Wallace Brown maintained law and order in Boldger.

  After Jimmy completed boot camp and his MP training at Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri. He was now an Army Reservist and couldn’t wait to start his weekend drills.

  Jimmy returned home to Boldger and Melvin was extremely proud of his son.

  Betty was also happy as all that time away had Jimmy extremely horny and he showed her by whisking her away to the bedroom.

  One of the first tasks Jimmy did when he returned home was to drive by Melissa Washington’s home.

  It took a couple of drive bys but Jimmy finally caught a glimpse of Melissa in a rocking chair on the front porch of their shack. She was definitely pregnant.

  Back to reality…

  In Daytona Beach, Florida, Sam sat in his lazy boy chair and highlighted areas of extreme interest in the A Killer’s Book.

  In Kissimmee, Florida, Marty continued to read A Killer’s Tale with extreme interest. Becky still was not interested in the book. She was more interested in looking at some pictures of Allan in their family album.

  Up in Curtis, Mississippi, Billy sat in his den and read A Killer’s Tale. He was pissed! “That bastard,” he yelled out while he slammed the book down on the arm of his chair. He got up and walked over to his little bar and poured a shot of Jack Daniels. He gulped it down then looked back at the book. He could not resist and walked back to his chair with the bottle of Jack Daniels. He took a swig and picked up the book.

  Chapter 8

  A Killer’s Tale story continued…

  The year of 1962 rolled around and Jimmy already had some weekend drills as a MP down at Fort Benning, Georgia. He loved the temporary life of being a Military Policeman coupled with his full-time job as being Sheriff of Boldger.

  It was a Saturday and Private Jimmy Nalla was down at Fort Benning for another weekend drill. Most of the previous weekend drills had been boring with on the base. But today things became more interesting.

  Jimmy’s unit received a call that the body of a dead Private was found in the woods south of the main post.

  An Infantry unit out on training maneuvers for the week stumbled up the dead Private’s body.

  Jimmy and two other MPs were summoned out to the woods to secure the crime scene.

  After Jimmy and the other MPs arrived in the woods, they spotted the dead Private’s body in the dirt. He had on fatigues and lay in the dirt on his back.

  Jimmy and the other two MPs immediately secured the crime scene with rope

  While Jimmy stood guard by one roped off area, he would take an occasional glance back at the dead body with keen interest. He saw that the dead soldier that had a gaping bloody hole in the middle of his chest. Must be a gunshot that killed him. Jimmy thought to himself trying to figure out what happened. He glanced down at the bloody hole in the chest of the Private. The fatigues soaked up much of the blood and Jimmy thought that sight was cool. Jimmy recalled that day in the woods when he was twelve with the dead colored girl and dead redneck. He couldn’t stop taking his eyes off the dead body.

  An Army Criminal Investigation Command (CID) agent in fatigues with WO2 insignia walked up to Jimmy and flashed a badge. “CID,” the agent said.

  “Yes sir,” Jimmy said then lifted the rope for the Agent.

  The agent headed over and checked out the dead body.

  One of the other MPs glanced over at the dead body, and he turned pale. This was the first body he saw. He ran away covering his mouth, and vomited the second he arrived at a nearby tree.

  Pussy. Jimmy thought while he watch his fellow reservist vomit.

  Jimmy’s curiosity started nagging at him so he stared at the dead body with fascination while it lay on the ground without a soul. Then Jimmy wondered if the killer would get caught. Not me if I killed that guy. I would be too smart. He thought to himself.

  The CID Agent removed a pad of paper from his fatigue shirt pocket. He started jotting down notes about the dead body and the crime scene.

  Jimmy stared at the CID Agent and thought that that was a cool job to have.

  The CID Agent walked over and went under the rope.

  He walked away over to his Jeep.

  After a few seconds, the CID Agent and an Army Corporal in fatigues walked up with a Kodak camera in hand. They both went under the rope and headed back to the dead body. The CID Agent watched while the Corporal started snapping pictures of the dead body and the crime scene.

  After the CID Agent and Corporal left the scene Jimmy’s curiosity got stronger and he could not resist.

  He looked and nobody higher than the rank of Private was in sight.

  He discreetly slipped under the rope and rushed over to the dead body. He looked at the blank stare the dead soldier had in his eyes. Jimmy knelt down by the body. He touched the soldier’s cold skin. He looked down at the chest wound and was fascinated by the sight of the gaping hole. “Probably a shot gun,” he quietly said.

  He rushed back to his post by the rope. While he stood guard, all he could think about was the four dead bodies he had seen in his life.

  It was August 1962.

  It was a hot and steamy day and Jimmy drove his squad car around Boldger to show his presence.

  He drove through the colored area and headed down by the dirt road where Melissa Washington lived.

  He stopped his squad car on the road and glanced to his left at the Washington shack. He saw Melissa in a rocking chair on the front porch. On her lap was a baby girl that looked to be little over a year old. That baby was not of the darker skin color as Melissa. The baby’s skin color was a lighter shade of brown.

  Melissa saw Jimmy’s squad car, got off the chair with her daughter and went into her house.

  Jimmy drove his squad car off down the dirt road leaving a train of dust.

  Melissa peeked through one of the living room windows to see if Jimmy was gone. After she was satisfied he was she went back outside to the porch with her daughter in her arms.

  Two days had passed and Jimmy had a visit from his only high school friend Homer. Homer was visiting his parents for a few days.

  So he hooked up with Jimmy to talk law enforcement talk over at Jimmy’s house.

  Betty let the two guys chat in the living room drinking beer. She lay in bed reading a book.

  Jimmy would tell Homer about his Army MP duties down at Fort Benning, the dead Private and how they arrested a Staff Sergeant for the murder.

  Homer would then tell Jimmy about the cases he worked on and also information about active investigations. This friendship would serve Jimmy well in the future years.

  It was now October 1962 and things took a turn in Jimmy Nalla’s life. This would be a turn in his life that Jimmy would love for a few years.

  Back home, Melvin Nalla decided to go into retirement from the Nalla Ford dealership. Since Ricky had started working there four years ago and had a good handle on the business, Melvin decided to give Ricky full reins of the dealership. Since Jimmy did not want any part of the family business, Melvin decreed that Jimmy could get a brand spanking new Ford every year for free. He told Jimmy this would be his inheritance. This would be the first year Jimmy could jump on this offer and wanted to surprise his wife Betty.

  Every October, Jimmy and Ricky still went on their annual fishing and camping outing on Artabatian Lake outside Pierce, Mississippi. They still found it was a great way to relax.

  It was a beautiful cool Friday morning in Boldger.

  Inside Jimmy’s bedroom, Betty finished dropping a pair of pants and sh
irt into a suitcase for Jimmy’s trip. “While you’re gone, I’m going to visit my sister, Maggie over in Montgomery,” Betty said while she snapped the suitcase closed.

  “Sounds good, Betty,” he replied but his mind was on another desire. It was a desire that had been eating away at him ever since he saw that dead body at Fort Benning. A desire he had to try and get away scot-free.

  Jimmy grabbed his suitcase and walked out of his bedroom. Betty followed him out of the bedroom.

  Outside his house, he walked to a 1954 Ford in the driveway. He dropped his suitcase on the backseat where a camera, tripod and baseball bat was on the floorboard.

  “Are you going to pick up Ricky?” Betty asked.

  “Not this time. We decided to drive separate, as I have some official business to attend to first,” Jimmy lied.

  “What business?”

  Jimmy glared at Betty and she knew wouldn’t get an answer.

  Betty glanced inside the car. “Why are you taking a baseball bat and camera on this trip?”

  Jimmy glared at her and looked pissed for asking more personal questions. “It’s actually none of your business.”

  Betty was intimidated, as she knew Jimmy would not hesitate to slap her.

  He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek then got inside the Ford.

  Betty walked to the front door and watched while Jimmy started up his car and backed down the driveway.

  He pulled his car into the street and tooted the horn while he drove away.

  She went inside the house. Part of her was glad he often went away for these fishing trips with Billy and went away on his Army Reserve duties.

  While Jimmy drove down his street, he ran his proposed plan over and over in his head.

  It was later that evening.

  Jimmy stopped and filled up his tank and ate dinner in Jasper, Alabama located north of Boldger.

  After dinner he drove farther north.

  He started to get thirsty and soon found a place.

  He stopped for a few drinks at Buster’s Bar. This establishment was decorated with red, white and blue neon lights, outside Oak Hill, Alabama in the boonies in the northern part of the state not too far from the Mississippi state line.

  Jimmy walked inside Buster’s Bar and cased the joint. There was an old lady, with bleach blonde hair at the bar and obviously drunk. Yuck! He thought to himself when he eyed her skinny unsightly legs filled with spider veins.

  He saw a young sexy brunette who drank with a man around the same age. Not her. He thought to himself then looked around the bar again.

  He set his eyes on Annette Boyer and liked the woman. She was a sexy curvy young blonde dressed in blue cabin boy pants with light blue jester shirt. She was a bar maid and he instantly knew he had to have her.

  He sat down at an empty table and waited.

  Annette walked up to his table a few minutes later. “Hey sugar, what would you like?” she asked and followed it with a loving smile.

  “I would like you,” he said then saw her name tag pinned to her shirt. “Annette,” Jimmy replied with a smirk.

  “Oh, a fresh one. But I think you may want a drink first.”

  “That really sounds nice, Annette. I’ll take a bourbon and coke.”

  Annette smiled then walked over to the bar.

  Jimmy’s eyes were on her backside every inch of the way to the bar. He watched while he spoke with the bartender and bar owner, Bruno, who was about three hundred pounds of pure redneck.

  He kept his eyes on her and watched while she walked his drink back to his table.

  “Here you go, sugar,” she said while she set his drink down.

  Both eyes were on her butt cheeks while Annette walked away back to the bar. He knew she was going to be all his later tonight.

  Jimmy drank his drink while he stalked Annette with his eyes. When he was finished, he motioned with his empty glass that he desired another drink.

  She walked over to the bar and spoke with Bruno.

  A few minutes later, she arrived back at Jimmy’s table with a fresh bourbon and coke.

  “So Annette, I was thinking,” he said then took a drink. “After you get off work tonight, why don’t we go out somewhere private so we can have some fun?” Jimmy asked while he looked her over from head to toe.

  She smiled at his offer. “I’m sorry sugar, but I have a boyfriend,” she said then walked away.

  “Creep.” Annette said quietly while she walked back to the bar. She hated it when the drunks would hit on her. But she needed the job so she tolerated their pickup lines.

  Jimmy kept his eyes on her and looked determined.

  Fifteen minutes had passed and Jimmy motioned he needed another drink.

  She acknowledged from behind the bar and soon brought it over.

  “Why don’t you reconsider? I’m just passing through town and your boyfriend will never find out,” Jimmy said with determined eyes.

  Annette looked down at Jimmy and saw his wedding ring. “You’re married man and shouldn’t be asking women out for dates. Shame on you! So if you don’t mind, I would appreciate it if you would leave this bar after this drink,” Annette said with a serious tone.

  “And what if I don’t?” Jimmy replied with a smirk.

  “I’ll make sure Bruno behind the bar will have your wife asking how you got a broken nose, black eye and split lip,” she said and crossed her arms to let him know she meant business.

  Jimmy looked at Bruno and knew he did not want to tangle with that redneck and draw undo attention upon him. He reached in his pants pocket and removed some cash. He laid the cash on the table and stood up. “I’m sorry for being a jerk,” he said with fake eyes. He walked away and headed to the door.

  Annette watched while Jimmy left the bar and felt relieved that creep was out of her hair.

  She walked back to the bar.

  Outside the bar, Jimmy walked back to his Ford and got inside. He started his car up and drove off to a secluded area of the parking lot. He parked his car allowing him visibility of the front door of the bar. He turned off his engine and waited.

  He leaned over and opened up his glove box and removed a pint bottle of Jack Daniels. He opened it up and took a sip while he eyed the door to the bar.

  Three hours later and it was two in the morning and a 1960 Chevy Impala drove out of the parking lot.

  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 sli
pped 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.