There were many fights but they were only verbal. But then, as I guess I knew it would, it happened. His yelling did not curb his anger one day. He punched the wall leaving a hole. Then he turned over a bookcase, broke a clock we got from our wedding, and broke our daughter’s small rocking chair. I packed a bag of clothes and prepared to leave.
My daughter and I spent the night at a hotel while I decided what to do. Luckily she was young enough that I did not have to explain much.
We had David insured highly since he was the main source of income while I was only working part time. I just wanted to be free. Divorce would leave me with very little income or resources.
There was something to the thought of doing it myself -- with my bare hands. The crimes had been personal so the punishment should be personal. But that also means the increased risk of being caught in the act.
I could do it on the street or lure him somewhere but since an ex would be the first suspect, I needed to make sure I had a clear alibi and no witnesses or unexpected problems occur while I was with him.
I could get someone else to do it but there was the problem of money, someone else who knew who would be a weak link, and having to trust someone else. After what he did to me, I did not trust easily, let alone on something this big.
How would you commit the perfect crime? Do you watch Criminal Minds or CSI? Do you think you could fool the police? How would you do it?
There was a wrath of homicides in Oklahoma City in the summer of 2007 that the police could not solve. Were they connected or were there now many suspects in the city, each of whom were able to pull off the “perfect crime?”
It was a warm mid-May afternoon. Children were looking forward to the end of school. Homemakers were out wedding the gardens they had started in the spring after the danger of the last frost. Pools and parks all over the city were preparing to open for the long Memorial Day weekend.
Julie Edwards was walking to her dorm room from Chemistry class on the campus of the University of Central Oklahoma. She had an hour off before her next class and she should be doing last minute studying for her test in American Literature. But after the long Oklahoma spring with its many storms, the clear blue sky and temperate temperature were tempting her away from her books.
She decided to compromise and found a clear spot on the grass, spread out her jacket onto the ground, and sat down under a tree with her books. She leaned back onto her elbows and stretched her legs out in front of her. She pulled out her American Lit textbook but did not open it. She just looked up at the fluffy white clouds in the sky and daydreamed.
Suddenly, there was a shadow over the sun. She looked up and there was a tall figure off to her side. Since she was looking up at him with the bright sun at his back, she could not see the man’s face.
“Excuse me, Miss. Could you help me?” said a warm, male voice.
Julie shaded her eyes with her hand, straining to see the man’s face but could not get a good angle. “What do you need, Sir?”
“I’m kind of lost. I am trying to find the registrar’s office. I need to get there in a hurry. My daughter is supposed turn in some papers today and if they are not turned in today, she loses her scholarship. Could you show me the way, please?” the voice pleaded.
“Oh, sure,” said Julie. “Just take this path and then take a left after the science building, then a right before the music department and it is the second building on your left.”
“I am really easily confused and this campus is so confusing and I am on a deadline. Is there any way you could walk me over there?” the man asked.
Julie thought for a moment. Even as a legal adult, the old admondishments about not going anywhere with a stranger held strong. “But it is broad daylight on a crowded college campus and he seems nice enough. And my class is in that area as well,” she thought to herself.
“Of course,” she replied. The man extended his hand to help her up and his hand was strong and warm. She grabbed her backpack and her coat and started down the path with him. He stayed at her side, matching his steps with hers, so that the sun still blocked her view of him. “He can’t be doing that on purpose,” she thought. She shook off her ill feeling about this man.
As they moved across the campus, her feeling of unease increased. “What is wrong with me?” She looked back up at him and now the fact that she could not see his face seemed more sinister than coondince.
Suddenly the man stopped. Julie turned to see what made him stop. He was looking down the small alleyway between two buildings. Without really thinking about it, she took a few steps back to see what he was looking at. As soon as she got close, the man suddenly grabbed her and pulled her in between the buildings