This story belongs in Horror but not necessarily Erotic. It could go in different categories. There is violence in this story and some non-consensual sex. I want to thank my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read.
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Part 1 The Story:
I’m Ray and I work for the local Sheriff’s Department in our small community. We usually don’t have a lot of trouble here other than the drunks, family squabbles and accidents. Every now and then something big happens. This is one of those stories. It all began in October of 1971.
Almost every town has some kind of celebrity – someone who became famous. Jake Mullett, I guess you can say, was ours. He became a professional football player and was the only one ever from our community. They even had a sign posted outside of town saying “Home of Jake Mullett” along with the Kiwanis, Lions club and other community signs.
Personally I couldn’t stand the guy. He was an arrogant asshole in my book and in many of our other classmates’ books as well. His father was the bank president and acted like he owned the town. I guess his son took after him.
Jake, of course, played football for our local high school. I have to admit he was good in sports. He was our quarterback and was All-State his senior year. He got a full ride scholarship at a University in Michigan. He eventually was drafted into the pros in the fifth round. He also made it to back up quarterback. Of course it went with a half million dollar salary; something that was unheard of in our part of town, especially back then.
It was at our ten year reunion that the death of Jake occurred. The reunion committee decided to have a combination reunion and Halloween celebration at the same time. Everyone was notified months in advance so we were getting a big turnout. The committee rented out the local grange hall which could hold a couple of hundred people. It was an old converted church with a cemetery out back. It made the perfect place for our reunion/Halloween party.
I was on duty the night of the party so I wouldn’t be attending, but I did stop by and say hello to my old classmates. Amy, my wife, was there and said she wished I could stay, but she knew I had a job to do. After saying my hellos and goodbyes I headed out on patrol.
About midnight I was called back to the hall. Someone called in and said they thought Jake Mullett was dead. At first I took it as a prank, since it was my old classmates and a Halloween party, but when Amy came running out to my cruiser I knew something had happened. My partner Jean and I got out to investigate.
We were taken over to a grave that was dug for a funeral the next day and in it laid the body of Jake Mullett with a three prong rake sticking out of his chest. I had to jump in and investigate and at the same time try not to mess up any possible evidence.
I checked his pulse and he was dead. There was blood under his head; I had to leave the rake in his chest till the crime team could investigate. Jean helped me out of the grave and we told everyone that no one could leave the party till we could get their name and address.
Jean had called it in and a couple of crime experts were on the scene in no time. It wasn’t like it is today with all the special equipment. They scoured the area and gathered up any possible information they could.
Jean and I spoke briefly to everyone there and got their personal information. There was no way we could question everyone right then. It was already one in the morning and people needed to get home. To my surprise, Jake had brought his wife to the party. I never met her before. She was a model and somewhat of a celebrity in her own right. Her name was Simone; she didn’t seem overly saddened by the demise of her husband.
She was staying at the local motel and we took down her information and told her we would see her first thing in the morning. Bob Sees, a vice president of the bank that Jake’s father ran, offered to take Simone back to her lodging. The overall reaction from everyone was a little shock but all in all they were more put out about having to be questioned the next day.
Most of the party-goers looked upset. We’d have to talk to them one at a time and see what we could find out. We knew this wasn’t going to be an easy task. There was not a lot of evidence and the whole area around the grave was trampled. We had to hope that someone had seen something.
I should mention that one of the reasons that so many of the party-goers were upset is because earlier in the evening the committee announced the members of the class that had passed away since the last reunion five years ago and two of the five deceased class members had violent deaths. John Beal was killed just two days after the last reunion and Dan Abrums was killed about a year later. Two others were killed in action in Vietnam. The fifth person was Lucille Wright who lost her bout with leukemia. A lot of the class members didn’t know much about the murders but they were both still unsolved. Now another member of their class was killed and at the reunion.
I dropped Amy off at our house and told her we will get her car later. Then Jean and I went back to the grange hall and possible murder site. We were quite sure Jake was killed there.
The crime people said they didn’t have much to go on. They would learn more after an autopsy which they were going to make top priority. Other than that they had gathered up some cigarette butts and a few beer cans. There were two spades and the rake. We wanted all the information we could get before the news people got hold of the story.
Jean and I divided up the list of the people who attended the party. We called the chief and he assigned a few extra people to help us with the investigating interviews. We would start first thing in the morning. We needed to get as much information as soon as we could while it was still fresh on the peoples’ minds. Jean asked me if I wanted her to question Amy. I told her that I would ask Amy what she preferred and let her know. Amy and I have been married for six years at that time. We got married when I came back from being overseas in the service.
Amy was still up when I got home. Our best friends, Ron and Susan, were there also. They asked me all kinds of questions but I told them we didn’t know anything and that I would have to question them about what went on that night.
“You don’t think we had anything to do with it?” said Ron.
“Look,” I said. “This is a murder investigation. I don’t think the three of you killed anyone but you will have to be questioned. We need to know what everyone saw. The smallest clue might help point to the killer. If you prefer Jean, my partner, can talk with you or I can.”
“Honey,” said Amy. “You can question me. I don’t have anything to hide from you.”
“Yeah, Buddy, you can ask me anything. Hell, you know just about everything about me already,” replied Ron. We’d been friends for a number of years.
Susan was hesitant. “I’m sorry, Ray; but I’ll talk to your partner. I don’t want to discuss my personal life with you. I know you guys always want to know about our past and things like that. I just wouldn’t feel comfortable talking with you since we dated before you started going with Amy,” replied Susan.
I was a little taken aback but she was right. I would have to know if there was ever anything between her and Jake. I know she dated him while we were in high school. We were just friends and I got pissed when I found out she was going to go out with Jake. If any girl would stay still long enough, he’d try to fuck her.
Susan and Ron had only been married for three years. Ron was the best man at my wedding and Susan was the maid of honor. Ron lived in Indiana but came back and joined the fire department. Amy reintroduced Susan to Ron when he moved back and they started dating and before we knew it, they were going to get married. The four of us headed off to Las Vegas for the wedding. We wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Susan was one of Amy’s best friends. I know they talked a lot and probably had their own secrets.
Ron was two years ahead of me in school, but also lived in another school district. He didn’t really know Jake except by reputation. He had told me many times how he despised the man, probably because of his history with women and knowing that he had dated Susan before they met.
I decided that it would be best if Jean questioned both Amy and Susan. That way no one could say that there was bias on my part. Both Amy and Susan agreed with me. I decided to question Ron myself. As he said, I knew a lot about him already.
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The next day was like a madhouse. We had five of us investigating the homicide. We talked with everyone who was at the party. We looked for any sign of suspicion and put those names on a special list which we would discuss later. We couldn’t believe how many people hated Jake; some because he was famous and others because he was an arrogant asshole. I fell into that second category.
We, the crew of investigators, divided up the lists of party goers and called them in or visited everyone on our list. We would put the information into one of three folders. The ones who we were quite sure could be eliminated or were of no help. A second list was people who might require a second talking to and the third was those who could be prime suspects or that had information we could use.
One thing could be said about the majority of party-goers. They really didn’t care much for Jake. There were a few women who had a thing for celebrities so they were on our recall list. We figured their husbands might not be too happy with them. As a whole we eliminated most of the people. We did leave it open that we might need to talk to them again. No one gave us any trouble with that.
It was funny that no one seemed to see anything. I think it was more that no one wanted to get involved. Some were talked to five years earlier about the death of John Beal. He wasn’t that popular but he was murdered just outside of our little town near the shopping mall. It was only two days after the reunion. This time I believe the people from out of town just wanted to get home.
I should tell you about the other two murders before telling you more about this one. As I mentioned John Beal was found dead in his new van parked behind the mall parking lot. John didn’t have a lot of friends. He and Dan Abrums pretty much hung around together. The girls from our school knew they were pretty perverted and didn’t have much to do with them. They usually went out of town for dates.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I wasn’t on the police force at the time of the murder. I was away for a few months at a police academy. I had returned home from the service and married my high school sweetheart, Amy. I was an MP (military police) while in the service. When I returned home I tested out for the police academy and made it. Amy was working as a secretary at a local business and at the time of the reunion she was three months pregnant with our daughter, Cindy.
According to the records, John was found dead in his van. His pants were around his knees and it looked at though he might have been having sex at the time of his demise, seeing his cock was out. According to the report he was lying on his back on the bed in his van. He was hit between the eyes with a meat cleaver. The cleaver minus any fingerprints was still imbedded in his skull. A number of people were questioned but the killer was never found. There were way too many prints in his van since he had taken it to the reunion and gave everyone a ride in it.
It was back at a time when people remodeled their vans with beds, couches and stuff. He was found late that night after a security guard had seen his vehicle parked there after mall closing hours. He didn’t pay attention to it earlier since John worked in the record store inside the mall.
He wasn’t a well liked person but the old classmates still didn’t care to see him dead. He was known to hang around a pretty shady crowd and went with a number of prostitutes. The leads in his case were pretty dried up.
I was on the force a year later when the body of Dan Abrums was found. It happened up in Cleveland, Ohio, which is over a hundred miles away and out of our jurisdiction. I caught the name when it came across our desks. We didn’t have much to do with the investigation other than question a few family members and a few of his friends in our area. Our investigation turned up nothing.
Again, like John Beal, Dan wasn’t the most popular either. He opened an adult video store in Cleveland. It was in a real seedy part of town. He was found dead in one of his video booths by an employee the morning after he was killed. He was missing his cock and had a butcher knife in his neck.
According to the police report he must have let a woman in at or near closing. A video camera in the store showed a red-haired woman wearing a hat and coat entering and leaving the store. She was probably wearing a wig and never looked toward the camera.
The police surmised that the woman entered a video booth with a glory-hole in it. Dan locked his doors and entered the booth next to the one the woman must have entered. The report went on to say that he must have put his cock through the glory-hole and the woman chopped it off. His cock was found lying on the floor in the adjacent booth. The person must have left the booth and went into Dan’s booth and embedded the extremely sharp knife into his neck.
With the quick loss of blood, Dan apparently passed out and never made it out of the room. The woman, if it really was a woman, left the shop leaving the doors open. Of course the place was totally vandalized and most everything stolen by morning. The police looked through the customer list but couldn’t find any information to help them in the case.
Most of the party-goers were shocked to hear about the two murders. Many knew about John’s death but not too many heard about Dan’s.
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Getting back to the murder of Jake Mullett, we, the investigators, got together and started our second round of talks. I’ll only mention a few here. I don’t think you want to read the answers to all the questions of over two hundred people.
We talked with some of Jake’s old dates. Some were still in awe about him. I really don’t know why. He was a first class prick when it came to women. He treated them like shit and used them. I guess some women must like that.
Mary said that she danced with him a few times till her husband got pissed at her and told her to stop acting like a slut. We talked to him later and he admitted that he didn’t like Jake and told his wife to stay away from him. He got pissed off when he saw Jake grabbing his wife’s ass and she didn’t stop him. He told us he went outside and had words with Jake but he didn’t kill him.
Ellen was outside letting Jake grope her when her husband came outside and caught them. He cold-cocked Jake and told him to stay away from his wife or he would kill him. He told us he was glad he was dead but he didn’t do it. He hoped we didn’t catch the guy who did it. According to Ellen’s husband, Jake was a first class prick.
Jo Ann told us she gave Jake a blow job at the grave site. She was always in love with Jake and didn’t know who knew and didn’t care. She mentioned she gave him a blow job at the last reunion also. Her husband caught her that time and they were divorced a few months later. We questioned Ed about what his ex-wife Jo Ann had said.
“Yeah, I caught her blowing the cocksucker. I filed for divorce the next week. I would have beaten the shit out of the guy if I was able. I’m just not big enough; he told me to give it a shot and he would kick my ass. I was mad enough to kill him, but that was five years ago. I went on with my life without the damn slut,” replied Ed.
Of course Ed was at the Halloween/reunion party since he was part of the graduating class. He said he was mad when Jake showed up because Jake grinned at him. He wanted to get revenge on the prick but he didn’t. He was glad someone did.
This was how most of our interviews were going. We got a slight break when one of the interviewers said we should talk to Elgin Moore. Elgin was still single, never married. We weren’t sure if he was gay or not but we did know he was a peeping tom. He got arrested for it twice. The investigator told us that Elgin could verify a lot that went on that night. He spent the whole night watching everyone.
“Okay, Elgin, tell us everything you saw,” I said as Jean and I listened.
He started mumbling all kinds of stuff when I finally told him to narrow it down to Jake and what he observed.
Elgin related, “Jake made a grand entrance with his wife. My God, that woman was dressed wicked. She had on a low cut dress that showed her tits and was very short. There were no sides to her dress. It was just like string tied in little x’s holding the front and back together. All you could see on the sides were skin. I watched her most of the evening, whenever I wasn’t watching everyone else.
“Jake didn’t really have a costume either. He just wore one of his jerseys with the number twelve and his name on the back. He was always such a showoff. He always called me queer and I didn’t like it. I’m not queer, I like women and his wife got me hard looking at her.”
“So, what did Jake do most of the evening?” I asked.
“He danced with a few of the women. He also danced a few times with his wife. He tried to get the cheerleaders to dance with him but they told him ‘No!’ and to leave them alone,” replied Elgin.
I thought “cheerleaders?” Amy, Susan and their friend Molly all dressed like cheerleaders. I remember Amy telling me that they had to get new outfits because their old ones didn’t fit anymore.
They had white sweaters with a big R on them and all three wore an orange skirt. Amy showed me that she had on orange shorts underneath. I remember her saying, “We have to keep our modesty,” as she smiled. Molly had gotten them all little white gloves with a little orange R on the back. Molly had said she couldn’t pass them up since they went with their outfits.
Elgin continued, “He was a mean man. Did I tell you he always called me a queer? He’s an evil person. I’m glad he’s dead.”
“Is there anything else you can tell us, Elgin, outside of him calling you names?” I asked.
“My God, yes. He was talking to that guy, Bob; his wife was dancing with him all night. Did you know he was dressed as a death angel? Maybe he’s your killer. Anyway, I overheard him tell that death guy that he was going to get him a cheerleader that night. Your wife was dressed as a cheerleader. Maybe she knows something.”
My stomach curdled when I heard that. I knew that Amy despised Jake. If I saw him trying to put the make on her, I’d have killed him myself. I know that Ron probably felt the same way. I knew I’d have to talk to Amy later.
“What else did you hear or see, Elgin?” Jean asked.
“I saw Molly dance with Jake and he kept trying to feel her up and she pushed him away and went back to talk with other people. I was on the porch and saw him stop Susan as she was walking by. I don’t know what he said to her but she hauled off and slapped him right across the face. After that I saw him grab Susan by the arm and she looked mad. Her husband, who was dressed as Crocodile Dundee pulled a knife on him and said if he ever touched Susan again that he’d cut his throat. Maybe he kept his promise.”
“Thanks, Elgin. You have been pretty helpful,” said Jean.
“Don’t you want to hear about his sexy wife and the dead angel guy? It’s pretty juicy,” asked Elgin.
“What about them, Elgin?” I asked.
“He was the only one that the sexy lady danced with other than Jake. When Jake wasn’t around he had his hands all over her and I could tell she really liked it. I heard him ask her to dump Jake and marry him. He said he loved her and would be willing to kill Jake for her. He wanted her so bad. Later in the evening I saw the two of them sneak into one of the back conference rooms and I followed them. God, the woman was beautiful bent over that big chair and he took her from behind.
“I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There was this gorgeous woman being fucked by the death angel and loving every minute of it and her husband was just in the other room or outside. It was one of the best peeping sights I have ever seen. When she came, I quietly closed the door and went back into the main hall.”
“Elgin, did you see Jake anytime after that during the evening?”
“No, I don’t think I did. I just watched the cheerleaders dance and of course that gorgeous temptress in the black dress with the dark angel.”
“Elgin, at any time during the night did you not see the dark angel or Jake’s wife?
“Oh, there were lots of times. It was a big Halloween party and it really was lots of fun till Jake’s wife and the death angel came running in saying it looked like Jake Mullett had been killed.”
“Why were people going out to the grave, Elgin? I mean before they found Jake’s body.”
“Mostly smoking. They didn’t allow smoking inside the hall so people wandered outside to have a smoke. I don’t think Jake smoked but he was out there trying to feel up a few of the ladies. It was pretty dark out there. I can’t understand why he was looking for other women when he had that sex temptress on his arm. He was just an evil, evil man and you know he always called me queer. What business was it of his what I did? I’d have killed him myself if I would have had a gun. I hope they never find the killer. I bet it was his wife. I get hard just picturing her. She’s a model you know. I wonder if she does nude photos? I’d buy them, I really would,” said Elgin.
Elgin was a nut case but we believed he was telling the truth. I sure hoped Ron wasn’t involved in this. Hell, he was my best friend.
We talked to Molly after talking to Elgin. She told us that she did dance with Jake, just to be nice but he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Finally she just pushed him and walked off the dance floor.
He had called her a bitch and she replied, “Maybe I’ll show you what a bitch I can really be.” She did say she told him he was nothing but a pervert and if he was dead the world would be a better place.
“I didn’t kill him, Ray. Yes, I told him what I told you but I was mad at the time. I was just trying to be nice to an old classmate but you can’t just be nice to Jake.”
Next, Jean and I talked about her discussion with Susan.
Jean spoke first. “Susan despised Jake with a passion. She did say she dated him a couple of times in high school after you started dating Amy. She said it was to make you jealous because she knew you didn’t like Jake.”
“Jean, Susan and I weren’t that close. We went on a date or two and kissed like most teenagers but we weren’t in love; we never had sex.” I replied.
“Susan understands that now but at the time it was puppy love for her. By the way she is madly in love with her husband and would do anything for him. I believe she’s being honest with me,” remarked Jean.
“What did she say about Jake?” I asked.
“I need to go back to the reunion five years ago to explain her feelings toward Jake,” replied Jean.
“You were at the academy and didn’t attend the reunion. Amy was pregnant with your first child so she didn’t attend either; so Susan went alone. She wasn’t dating anyone at the time. Anyway, Jake showed up and they danced. I guess everyone was going for rides in that fellow John Beal’s new van. Susan said she drank too much and let herself go too far with Jake and he had sex with her in the van. After that Jake acted like she didn’t exist. He got what he wanted.
“Susan went home after that. She said she got over it pretty quick but gained a great dislike for Jake. It wasn’t like he took her cherry or anything, but she didn’t like being used. When he came to the reunion this time she tried to stay clear of him but he grinned at her every time he saw her.
“When she stepped outside, Jake grabbed her and wouldn’t let go. She said she screamed out and Ron came out and told him to keep his hands off his wife. It was very similar to what Elgin had told us but it’s like she was protecting her husband. Susan called Jake names and said she hoped he died for being such an asshole. After that he walked away laughing. Susan said that she and Ron went back in to enjoy the party.”
It all sounded pretty believable to me. I did wonder who did get her cherry. I was kind of glad it wasn’t Jake. I did have to wonder what Ron had to say. I was still a little scared that he could be involved. I know how much he loved Susan and he would die for her if necessary. Ron and Susan have been Amy and my best friends for quite awhile.
One thing about Amy and Susan was that they were outspoken women. They could hold their own in most any situation. It was now time for Jean to tell what my wife Amy had to say about the party. Since she had recorded the conversation, she played it for me.
Amy said, “At the beginning it was nice seeing a lot of our old classmates. I didn’t recognize a lot of them since they were wearing costumes besides not seeing some of them for ten years. Of course, I knew about the different deaths since the last reunion. It’s odd that, after someone whom you hardly know dies, they are almost wiped from our memories until someone brings up their name. I find that kind of sad.
“I was having a nice time but I wish Ray could have been there. God I love him so much. He’s been my boyfriend since our junior year in high school. Sharon and I are best friends and both liked Ray. Luckily I won out. Other than our three kids, he’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Amy, let’s get back to the party. Did you see Jake there?” asked Jean.
“Of course I did. You know that. Do we really have to talk like this, Jean?”
“I’m sorry, Amy, but this is how I have to do it. When did you see Jake at the party?”
“Well, he came in with a beautiful woman on his arm. Damn, she was beautiful. We found out it was his wife and she was a model or something. Why he would chase skirts with something like that at his side is beyond me,” replied Amy.
“What do you mean chase skirts, Amy?”
“He tried to put the make on every woman there just about. I mean he’s a real snake in the grass. He’s worse than I can ever remember. Maybe it has something to do with his celebrity status. I really don’t know.”
“Did he try to put the make on you Amy?” asked Jean.
“I tried to stay away from him most of the time but he always gave out snide remarks when he knew no one else might hear. You know, stuff like, ‘Damn I bet you’re good in bed.’ things like that. I was out smoking a cigarette; I’m trying to quit but it isn’t easy. Anyway, I’m standing there and he reaches down and grabs my ass. I was shocked and hauled off and slapped him, the damn pervert. If Ray would have been there, Jake would have been a dead man. Oh, I guess he is anyway. Sorry about that last statement.
“I called him a few choice names and went back inside and pretty much hung with Susan and Ron.”
“Anything else you want to tell me, Amy?” asked Jean. “Anything that might help us out.”
“This is Ray’s department, figuring out crime. I will say that Jake’s wife and Bob were a little too close for just being friends. Everyone saw them playing grab ass while her husband was busy doing the same thing. I’d put my money on a shameless marriage. I know if Ray acted like Jake, he’d be a dead man. Oh, shit, strike that remark; I could never hurt Ray,” replied Amy.
“I know where you’re coming from; we all want to protect what’s ours. I know I would do whatever is necessary to protect what’s mine,” said Jean. “Of course it would have to be within the law,” she smiled.
“Is there anything you want to say about Susan or Ron?” asked Jean.
“They’re my best friends. I know they dislike Jake as much as I do; maybe even more since Susan did date him a few times.” replied Amy.
“Amy, do you know if Susan ever had sexual relations with Jake?” asked Jean.
“What? Jean, how could you ask me anything like that? I’ll tell you that I never did and if you want personal information like that about Susan, you can just ask her yourself,” replied an angry Amy.
“I’m sorry, Amy; it’s my job to ask. You’d be surprised how many people like to gossip about their so-called friends.”
“Look, Jean, I like you and respect you but anything you want to know about my friends, you’ll have to get it from them. Is there anything else you want to ask me about the party?”
“Did anyone like Jake Mullett?” asked Jean.
“Not too many people, but I don’t think they hated him enough to do him in. I should say, he won’t be missed,” answered Amy.
Next, I had to talk with my friend Ron. There was no reason to beat around the bush so I came out and asked him. “Ron, for the record, did you kill Jake Mullett?”
“No, I did not. I do have to admit that I wasn’t far from stabbing him with my knife,” replied Ron.
“Please explain what you’re talking about Ron,” I said.
“Bullshit! Ray, we both know that you have witnesses telling of me pulling a knife out at Jake. He laid his hands on my wife and if there weren’t any witnesses, I’d have cut him wide open. We’re made from the same cloth, Ray. I know if someone laid their hands on Amy that you wouldn’t just stand by and watch. I protected my wife just like you would have done. I don’t have to apologize for it,” replied Ron.
“Ron, I know you better than anybody. You’re on our list because of pulling the knife and saying you would kill him if he bothered Susan again. I believe that you would be capable of doing it. Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t do it.”
Ron stared straight into my eyes and said, “Ray, I didn’t kill the damn bastard, Jake Mullett. I will also say that I’m glad he’s dead.”
I believed Ron. Not that it would mean anything if he were charged but I knew him. He was right when he said the two of us were cut from the same cloth. We were two good family men with kids and good wives and would do anything to protect our families.
I said thank you to my friend and told him I would keep him updated on the case.
We’re now going to tell you what Bob Sees and Simone had to say. I want to say before they tell their story that we didn’t talk to these people in the order that we explained here. Bob and Simone were the first two that we talked to. We actually talked to them three times but they stuck with their stories.
Bob came in first while Simone sat in our waiting room.
“Bob, tell us about your relationship with Jake Mullett and his wife, Simone.”
“They’re both friends of mine. I am the vice president of the bank that Jake’s father runs.”
“What were you doing at the reunion/Halloween party? You didn’t graduate with this class or even from this school.”
“Jake asked me to come along and help keep Simone company. He was going to try and get a little tail while he was here. The reunion committee said they didn’t mind so long as Jake came. He was a celebrity and they wanted him at their reunion.”
“Did you kill him, Bob? Did you kill Jake Mullett so you could be with his wife?”
“Alright, alright, I hated the bastard and the way he acted like he was the cock of the walk. He left Simone by herself all the time and flirted with other women right in front of her. She deserved a lot better than him, but I didn’t kill him. In fact, I spent most of the night with Simone by my side except for the few times he danced with her. You can ask her; she’ll tell you we were together most of the night.”
“Do you love Simone, Bob? Would you kill to have her for your very own?”
Bob sat quiet for a few seconds staring at us. “Yes, I love her and, yes, I would do anything to be with her but I didn’t kill Jake. We went out looking for him when we… umm, after we… didn’t see him for awhile at the party. Someone said he had been spending most of his time out back in the cemetery. We walked over to the open grave and saw a pitch fork sticking in his chest. Simone screamed and we rushed back into the party and called the police.”
“Thanks for talking with us. Please let us know your whereabouts so we can keep in touch with you,” I said.
“You guys have to believe me that I didn’t kill Jake. Yes, I’m glad he’s dead; yes, I’m in love with Simone, but I didn’t kill him. I know it looks bad but there is no evidence that I fought with him or was near the grave except when we found him,” replied Bob.
Our talk with Simone was very similar to our talk with Bob. When she walked in I have to say she was one beautiful sexy woman. I had to agree with others who couldn’t understand why Jake would want anyone else when he had this woman in his bed. Then I heard her speak. Her personality was horrible. It was all about her. She was a female Jake Mullett when it came to a personality; that sucked. They deserved each other.
She walked into the office and I asked her to sit down. “Mrs. Mullett,” I preceded to say when she crudely interrupted me.
“I don’t go by Mullett. I prefer to be called by my single stage and professional name of Simone,” I was told in no uncertain terms.
“I’m sorry, Simone. Would you tell us about your relationship and marriage to Jake please.” I tried to act professional.
“I met Jake at a party about three years ago and we dated a little and then got married. It was a marriage of convenience.”
“Could you please explain what you mean by convenience?” I asked.
“We didn’t love each other; I don’t really know if we even knew each other that well. I was his arm candy. You know, he wanted a well built, good looking woman on his arm when he went to parties and socialized. I, on the other hand, needed to be noticed more in my career. By marrying a pro football player I was noticed and it was a big boost to my career as a model.”
“Did you and Jake ever make love?” I asked.
“That’s rather a crude question. Jake never made love; we had sex. Jake only worried about getting himself off. He really never cared if I came or not.”
“Did he still see other women, Simone?”
“See! Ha, that’s a laugh. He’d fuck any woman that would hold still long enough. It’s one of the reasons he came to the reunion or party if you prefer. He wanted to show off how he could still pick up the women. He had his eye on a few old classmates. Why would he want any small town hick girls when he had me, I just don’t understand.”
“Did he mention any names? What classmates he might be interested in?”
“No, he would fuck any woman that would let him. The funny thing is that’s he’s such a lousy lover. I doubt any woman would even want him a second time,” laughed Simone.
“Tell me about Bob Sees. Is he your friend or Jake’s?”
“Bob hated Jake. The only reason he came to this party was to be with me.”
“Did Jake know that he was your lover?” I asked.
She hesitated before answering. I know she wasn’t sure what to say. “Simone, you were seen having sexual relations with Bob in one of the back rooms of the Grange hall. Do you want to verify or deny it?”
“Bob and I are lovers. We make love, not just have sex.”
“Did Jake know about you two? Is that why you killed him?” asked Jean.
“I didn’t kill the bastard and I don’t care that he is dead. As far as Bob goes, I don’t know if Jake knew about us or not and I really don’t care. Every time we went out I had to watch him put the make on different women. Other than when he wanted me by his side at a photo op or needed a quick fuck, he didn’t know I existed.”
“We all noticed that you didn’t act like a woman who had found her husband dead recently. We also found out that he had a two million dollar life insurance policy and you were the sole beneficiary. Did you know that?”
“Of course I knew. I was his wife and knew of our personal affairs. He bought the policy last year. The team he played for picked up the cost for it. Does that make me a prime suspect because I’m receiving money? I told you I didn’t kill him and you’re going to have a hard time proving differently. I know about the peeping tom watching us. I guess it works in our favor seeing we were being watched making love so we have an alibi,” laughed Simone.
“Just so you know the peeping tom didn’t watch you the whole night. So there was still time for you or your boyfriend to kill Jake.”
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Two days later we got the reports from the crime lab. Jake was hit on the back of the head with the shovel. He must have then been pushed into the grave and the rake thrown into his chest like a spear. The rake did enter his heart. The cause of death was loss of blood due to both actions. Either one in itself would have killed him but by both happening so quickly he was lucky if he lasted a few minutes. There were no fingerprints on either the shovel or the rake.
Jean and I went over and over the evidence we had. We took it all to the prosecuting attorney and showed him what we had. We explained to him that we felt that Simone or Bob probably killed him. We figured they might have even worked to get the job done.
He agreed with us but said that it just wasn’t enough evidence to take to a jury. A good lawyer could show reasonable doubt. If we tried the case and lost and later found more evidence, they couldn’t be tried again because of double jeopardy.
Jake’s father was livid that we didn’t find the killer of his son. He posted a half million dollar reward for the arrest and conviction of the person or persons who were responsible for his son’s death. It didn’t help. No one came forward with any more evidence.
Epilogue;
It’s been over twenty-nine years since Jake’s death. No one was ever prosecuted for the murder. The same goes for John Beal and Dave Abrums. All three are sitting in the unsolved murder file cabinet. Maybe you’ll see them on the television show Cold-Cases.
Jake’s father and mother have both passed away so the reward was canceled at their death. Even though we didn’t care for Jake’s dad, we did feel sorry for him. Anyone losing a member of their family in a violent manner has a hard time adjusting to it.
Simone did get her moment in the spotlight, as well as the insurance check. She was hounded by the press after the death of Jake. A year later she married Bob and the two of them moved to California. We heard through the grapevine that they were divorced two years later.
The rest of our town just deals with it in their own way. To be honest the only time it’s mentioned is when someone comes into town or a kid asks, “Who was Jake Mullett and what did he do?” His name is still on a sign when you come into our community. “Hometown of Jake Mullet,” it reads.
He’s more known for his death than his achievements on the football field. His records in high school have already been surpassed by the younger generations.
Susan and Ron are still our best friends. Like us they had three kids and they have seven grand children. We have eight and spend our free time with our family.
We haven’t been back to a reunion since the ten year one. Amy said she just didn’t care to go and if we weren’t going; neither were Susan and Ron.
I know how they felt being at a party and someone you know being killed. It’s something that sticks with you a long time. I know; I see people I’ve known die every month. When it’s an accident or a murder it’s just different. It’s not something that Amy and Susan will ever forget. I know Ron deals with the same type of losses when he was on the fire department.
Our fortieth reunion is coming up and the four of us talked about it and think we will go. We see a lot of our old classmates around the community all the time but it will be good to see the out-of-towner’s again.
The last we heard, about two thirds of our class is still alive. Most of them have replied that they will be there at the reunion. There isn’t going to be any costumes since we are all getting kind of old for that sort of thing. Amy did ask me to wear my police uniform and I told her I would, since I’ll be retiring this year. She has supported me and my profession my whole life. I know it’s hard for a policeman’s wife to watch her husband leave for work everyday, hoping for his safe return.
Ron is going to wear his also. Or at least part of it. He belonged to the fire department and retired last year. Susan has been the best thing that ever happened to him. They have always been a loving couple.
I remember the song, “Stand By Your Man,” by Loretta Lynn. That’s the way it has been for Ron and Susan, also for Amy and me. No matter what we do in life we know that they are standing right there by their man.
Note from the author DG Hear:
I was going to stop the story at this point and let the readers decide who they thought killed Jake Mullett, but in the past my editors and some comments asked me to finish it and write an ending. So, I’m writing an addendum to this story. I’ll let you know who killed Jake Mullet.
It will be told by Amy’s best friend Susan. As Paul Harvey says, “Here is the rest of the story.”
Part 2 The Addendum:
As you know, Amy and I have always been best friends as far back as I can remember. We are closer than most sisters and we don’t fight with each other. When we dated in high school, we both liked Ray. We both dated him but he chose Amy. I was kind of mad at first but I knew Amy really cared for him and she was my best friend.
I wasn’t in love with Ray but I really liked him. I hope that makes sense to you. I dated a number of other guys but none seemed as nice as Ray. I even went out with Jake Mullett twice but he didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself. I guess I went out with him since he was the star of the football team. In a way I guess it was also because Ray didn’t like him. Just a little revenge on my part. It was really a mistake. He wanted to take my cherry but he never succeeded. He was just too damn vulgar.
After high school Susan and I went to a two year college and then became secretaries in the same office. Ray had entered the service. I knew Amy really missed him. Almost every day she would write to him and tell him everything she did that day. I was dating a nice guy and let him take my virginity. I liked him a lot but didn’t really love him. About the time that Ray got out of the service I broke it off with this man.
As soon as Ray came home, he and Amy got married. I was the maid of honor. I was so happy for the two of them. Ray’s best man was a guy named Ron. I really liked this guy. He seemed so much like Ray. I spent a lot of time with him at the wedding. Unfortunately, he had moved to Indiana and was a fireman so I didn’t see him again. At least not till a couple of years later.
In the meantime I hung around with Susan and Ray. Susan was pregnant at the time of our five year class reunion. She said she wasn’t going to go since Ray was away at some type of police school. I ended up going alone. They were making it a combination Halloween/Reunion party. I stopped by and Susan helped me get dressed. I went as a hooker. I really looked good. In fact I could have had a couple of tricks on the way to the party.
As I entered the hall, the people who knew me laughed and told me how real my costume looked. I was propositioned a couple of times but laughed it off. I hung around with Molly who was dressed as a cheerleader. She could still wear our original outfit. Molly, Amy and I were all cheerleaders. I should tell you that the three of us were rather outspoken girls. We weren’t shy and didn’t take any shit from anyone, male or female. We were all three rather popular. I’m not bragging here; please don’t take it that way. I’m just trying to give you a few facts.
Two perverts in our class came up to me and wanted to dance. I really didn’t care for them when we were in school and I didn’t much care for them now. Everything that came out of their mouth was trash. I did dance with them each once just trying to be sociable. Their names were John Beal and Dan Abrums. Dan touched my ass and I told him to stop it. The second time he did it I slapped him along side the face and walked away. I could hear him calling me a bitch, but I already knew I was one. I just laughed.
I found myself drinking quite a bit. It was something I usually didn’t do. I find that I am more in charge of myself when sober. Molly had found a man to spend most of the evening with and I was alone again until he walked in. It was Jake Mullett.
I found myself staring at him and he was smiling at me. He walked over and handed me another drink and I accepted it. I spent the next hour with him. He spent most of the time talking about himself or how he always wanted in my pants. I made the big mistake of saying, “If I get any drunker you’ll probably succeed.”
A number of the people were going out to the parking lot and coming back in. I asked Jake what was going on. He told me that John Beal had just bought a new customized van and everyone was going out to look at it. It had a bed in the back and was setup sort of like a bedroom on wheels.
Jake asked if I wanted to go out and look at it. After the crowds cleared Jake and I walked out to take a look at it. I was somewhat drunk by now. There, next to the van stood John and Dave, the two perverts.
“Hi, Jake,” said John. “Come out to see my new van?”
These two perverts were in awe of Jake. He was their hometown hero even though he hardly ever gave them the time of day.
“How about taking me and the little lady for a ride in it, John?” asked Jake.
“Of course, hop in,” replied John.
I was drunk and went along. It was a mistake that I’ll never forget. I hopped up on the bed and Jake got on it with me. The two pervs got in the cab and started driving around. I could see them staring at Jake and me.
Jake kissed me. It felt good and I let him kiss me again and again. He put his hand on my thigh and slid it up the rest of the way. I don’t know why but I didn’t stop him. I guess between the booze and thinking Jake might actually like me, I let myself go. It had been a while since I had sex with anyone and it felt nice being touched by Jake.
He reached up and pulled down my pantyhose along with my panties. I couldn’t believe that I was going to have sex with him.
“Jake, we’re being watched,” I said.
“Forget about those two and make love to me. I’ve waited a long time for this,” said Jake as he unzipped his pants and took out his cock and entered my moist pussy.
There wasn’t any more foreplay; that was it. He just fucked me for about three or four minutes and came in me. The two pervs cheered him on. As soon as he came he told John to take him back to the party. That is exactly the way he said it: “John, take me back to the party.”
I was pissed. There was no love, no feeling, I had been talked into being one of his conquests. As soon as John pulled into the back of the parking lot Jake had his pants zipped up and he jumped out of the van closing the door with me still in it, lying there without any of my underclothes. In fact the last thing I heard Jake say is, “I’m keeping the panties as a souvenir.”
I was lying there trying to figure out exactly what happened when the two pervs, John and Dave, jumped into the bed and said they were going to fuck me. Dave had his legs across my arms so I couldn’t move. John unzipped his pants and stuck his cock in me. I started to yell at them when Dave grabbed my pantyhose and put them in my mouth. He unbuttoned my blouse and started playing with my tits.
If I hadn’t been so drunk I would have tried harder to fight them off. I just didn’t have any energy left as they both took me. I was being raped by two perverts.
A note to men who thinks a woman gets off while being raped. You’re wrong! It hurt like hell and all I felt was degraded. The worst part is how it works on my mind. Some women have been known to commit suicide after being raped, blaming themselves. All I could think about was getting even. Now I didn’t trust men.
When they got through with me I got out of the van and told them I was going to call the police. They laughed.
“Who’s going to believe you? You got in my van of your own free will. You laid there and let Jake fuck you. The police will just think you felt remorse after what you did. You’re not going to tell anybody,” they laughed.
They were right. The police would come and see me dressed as a hooker and had willingly given myself to Jake. It just wasn’t worth it to go to court and admit to what I did. I just didn’t have the proof against these two assholes.
“I’ll tell you one thing, you two perverts. I will get even and that’s a promise.” They both laughed as I walked away.
I buttoned my blouse back up and went to my car. I didn’t even go back to the party. My mind was just not in the right place. I didn’t even put my pantyhose back on. I drove home; thank God I didn’t get pulled over for a DWI. I was still pretty drunk. I made it home and jumped in the shower. All I could think of was how stupid I was and how I could get my revenge.
I went to bed and tried to get a good night sleep but I couldn’t get over being used by Jake and then those two perverts raping me. I didn’t even call Amy the next day. I knew she would want to know about the reunion and I wasn’t ready to tell her yet.
It was the following day when she called and I answered the phone. She said she was going over to the mall to look at some baby things and wanted to know if I wanted to go along.
While we were shopping she asked me about the reunion. I told her it started out nicely but ended up terrible.
“What happened, Sue?” she asked.
“Amy, I can’t talk about it now; maybe later,” I answered.
She knew not to question me any further. It was just something we knew about each other. I would tell her everything when the time was right and she knew it. It’s the way real friends deal with things.
As we were walking in the mall we walked by the music store and I saw John in there talking to some girl. He glanced out the door and smiled at me. It turned my stomach and I just walked away. I knew I was going to get my revenge on him; I was going to do it that night.
Amy dropped me off at my place and I told her I would be over late that evening to talk with her. I wanted to tell her what happened at the reunion.
After dark I went back to the mall and was standing next to John’s van when he got off work. He parked in the back where a lot of the employees from the different stores parked. When he saw me he looked surprised. I was standing there in a mini skirt and blouse.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I came to see you, John. I wanted to give you a second chance to make love to me. I’m sober and I want to find out how good you really are.”
John really did think he was a stud and it probably never dawned on him that I was actually planning revenge. He came close and slid his hand under my skirt and squeezed my ass. It took every ounce of fiber I had to let him do it and smile back at him. He quickly opened the door and climbed in.
“John, pull your pants down and lie on your back and let me ride your big cock,” I said.
He did just that. He had his pants down just below his knees and his cock sticking straight up in the air. I straddled his legs with his cock sticking up in front of me.
“One second, John,” I said. “I’m sorry but I’m going to ask you to use a condom. I have one here in my purse.”
While he was lying on his back with his cock sticking straight up and a smile on his face, I reached into my purse and pulled out a meat cleaver that I had bought at a store. I saw the look on John’s face. It was panic!
“You mother fucking son of a bitch. You’ll never rape another woman,” I said as I plunged the cleaver right between his eyes. I wiped my fingerprint off the handle of the cleaver and got out of his van.
I did take his wallet and threw it in a dumpster on the way over to Amy’s. I needed to talk to her. When I got there she saw the blood on my blouse and hands.
“Sue, what happened? Oh, my God, you’re bleeding. You have blood all over you.”
“It’s not my blood, Amy. I just killed John Beal.”
I proceeded to tell her the whole story about the reunion and how I was raped by John and Dave. “I had to do it, Amy, I had to. Rapists don’t deserve to live.”
We talked about it and she held me. “Everything’s going to be alright, Sue,” said Amy.
I explained that I didn’t want to involve her but I didn’t want to go to prison either. She said to tell them that we spent the day together and then we would say that I was with her all day at her house. I took a good shower and she burned my clothes.
It was in the paper the next day. “Man killed in van. Police looking for suspects.”
Two days later the police showed up at our office and asked to talk to me. They asked me if I knew John Beal and that he was killed recently. Then they told me that my finger prints among others were found in his van. Would I mind explaining how and when they got there.
I told them about the reunion two days before and that I had gone for a ride in the van. The reason my prints were found on the bed is because I had sex with Jake Mullett that night.
The cop was a fan of Jake’s. All he knew about was the football hero. He asked me where I was the night of John’s death and Amy came out and told him about us being together the whole night. The cop called New York and got hold of Jake and asked him if he had sexual relations with me at the reunion. He put it on speaker phone so I could hear Jake’s answer.
“It was consensual sex,” I heard Jake say. “She agreed to have sex with me.”
“No problem, Jake,” said the cop. “We were just verifying her story that she was with you. This John Beal was found dead in his van and we were checking fingerprints found in his car. I take it you were in New York two nights ago?”
After the cop hung up the phone he asked, “Did you know this John fellow very well?”
“Not really. In school he didn’t hang with our group. I think he worked at the music store. I hardly even talked to him at the reunion. Sorry, officer, I wish I could help but I really didn’t know him very well. It’s sad to hear that a classmate died though.”
The paper said that he was involved with hookers and it was thought that one of them might have done him in. The story faded after a couple of days. Amy and I made a pact never to talk about it again.
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About a year later I was sent to a one day conference in Cleveland, Ohio. I drove up in my own vehicle. It took about three hours. I knew that Dave Abrums ran an adult video store. After the conference I went by the store to check out the hours. That night about five minutes before closing I walked in. All I had on was a trench coat, sunglasses, a hat and a long red haired wig. I also had on a pair of gloves to make sure I didn’t leave any fingerprints.
When I walked in, there was no one else in the place. I made sure I didn’t look at the video camera at the entrance of the store. I heard Dave say that they closed in five minutes. I turned toward him and flashed him and walked back to the booths with the glory holes.
I heard him lock the front door and turn off the lights out front. He came back and knocked on my door. “The next booth is empty if you want to play a little,” I said.
I heard him walk into it and the next thing I knew his cock was sticking through the glory hole.
I can’t understand any man in his right mind willing to take his cock and push it through a hole in the wall not knowing anything about the person in the next booth. It blows my mind that a person is that perverted.
He said, “Take it and suck it, baby. If you do real good, I’ll fuck you.”
Do men really think this will turn on a woman? God help the woman who is that hard up. Anyway, I reached out and stroked his cock till it was harder. In my other hand I took a butcher knife and chopped it off. I heard him scream as I threw his cock on the floor and opened my door and then went to his booth.
I opened his door, which was unlocked and when he turned around I took off my glasses so he could see it was me. He had both hands on his blood soaked pants where his cock once was. I took the butcher knife and stuck it into his neck severing the main arteries. I closed his door and left the store. I even left the outer door to the store open.
It was three days later when Amy stopped over after work. “Please tell me it wasn’t you. Ray came home and said he was reading the news out of Cleveland and they found the body of Dave Abrums in his store. His cock was cut off and the arteries in his neck were severed.”
“It was me, Amy. I told them both that I would get revenge on them and I did. I’m really not sorry about it. Are you going to turn me in?”
“God, Sue, of course I’m not going to turn you in. When is it going to stop? Are you going after Jake next? Please tell me it’s over.”
“It’s over, Amy. Those two raped me and they deserved what they got. Jake is a total asshole but I gave myself freely to him. No, I have no intentions of killing him.”
“Why, Sue? What made you do such a thing?” asked Amy. “Help me to understand.”
“I told them I would get revenge someday and I did.” I stated. “They held me down, raped me and then laughed about it. After they raped me, I felt dirty. I felt numb, humiliated and empty inside. I knew that every time I saw one of them, they would smirk at me. Can you imagine what that would be like? It ate at me, until I knew I had to do something.”
“It’s over, Amy, but they got what they deserved. You don’t know what you’re capable of until it happens to you. After they raped me I don’t think I could live with myself unless I did something. I had to revenge myself Amy. There was no other way. Now I can go on and live a normal life without ever worrying about them again.”
Ray kept us informed of the murder. The store had been broken into that night and most everything was taken. The next morning an employee found Dave in the booth in the back. He had bled to death. Again, there were no viable suspects. Ray said the Cleveland police went through the whole customer base and had no leads.
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Now I know you are all interested in who killed Jake Mullett. Everything that was told to the police was true. Two people just left out part of their story. As I said in my statement and Ron in his, Jake grabbed my wrist and when Ron saw him he pulled a knife on him. It was all true.
Later though when Amy was out having a smoke, Jake grabbed her by the ass. She slapped him just like she said, but then he grabbed her again pinning her arms between his arms. He reached down again and grabbed her ass with both hands. She screamed out at him to stop but he just laughed.
He had his hands in her pants and was trying to molest her. She was fighting back but he was so much bigger. I couldn’t let him hurt my best friend. He didn’t see me since his back was turned toward me and I picked up the shovel and cracked him across the back of the head with it as hard as I could. Of course he immediately pulled his hands away from Amy and she pushed him with all the power she could muster and he fell, back first into the grave.
She reached down and picked up the three pronged rake and threw it into the grave and it went directly into his chest. She came over to me and asked me if we should call Ray and tell him what happened.
“What are we going to say, Amy? He grabbed your ass so we killed him. Now you know what it’s like. Even though I hit him with the shovel you still had to get that revenge and throw the rake at him. Let’s go back inside through the front door and let someone else discover the body. We’ll tell our story with as much truth as we can. It’s easy to remember the truth but hard to remember lies. Thank God Molly got us these gloves; at least we didn’t leave fingerprints”
So that’s exactly how it happened nearly thirty years ago. Ray and Amy are still our best friends. We go everywhere with our families together. Ron and Ray are like brothers and Amy and I are closer than sisters. We never mention or talk about what happened thirty years ago. We’ve learned to live with our actions.
I’ll end with saying that you might think you really know your neighbors; think again. The truth is, no one knows what they might do if put in certain circumstances. I never would have believed that Amy and I were capable of killing anyone. I now know the truth about myself. If anyone messes with my family or friends, I will do whatever is necessary to keep them safe and I’m speaking as a sixty year old grandmother.
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DG Hear