The day began as so many before. Mary Frances awoke walked down the hall of the small trailer we lived in to the kitchen and ate breakfast with myself and our mother, Mary. Our mom insisted she wear a heavier coat that day because the chill of the impending winter cold had begun outside however she reassured our mother she was fine with her light weight coat. Soon she was prepped and ready to head out the door to the end of our long gravel driveway to await her school bus. Today she insisted that she would be fine going to the school bus stop in the morning and getting off in the afternoon without our mom waiting on her. She kissed our mother and me as always before she left and she was gone.
To my knowledge her school day was a typical school day with her attending multiple classes including her gifted program class. In this class she wrote a paper that discussed what she wanted to do in the future and what she believed the future held. She foresaw the New York ballet for herself , the Atlanta Falcons going to and winning the Super Bowl, and she pondered what if this were the last days of her life.
After school she got on her usual school bus and headed to our home. Once near our driveway the bus driver noticed a dark colored Ford Pinto with mag wheels sitting alongside our driveway. The next thing anyone knew she was being forced into the Pinto by a man no one recognized. To the bus driver and students dismay Mary Frances was gone before anyone knew what had just occurred before their eyes. The vivacious 12 year old with long, flowing brown hair, high cheek bones, and a penchant for putting others at ease upon first meeting was gone. Kidnapped.
My mother began calling any and everyone she could think of as soon as the clock showed Mary Frances should be home. Panic didn't set in until she spoke with a neighbor, and also Mary's best friend, and she stated that "our uncle" had forced Mary Frances into his Pinto upon exiting the school bus that day. Immediately our mother called our father then the local police. Deputies picked up Darrell Gene Devier later that same Friday afternoon for questioning since he was well known around the area for his dark colored Pinto with mag wheels. He admitted to nothing except knowing the "pretty girl" however peripherally it may have been, in his mind he knew her well. Later investigation by local police found that he did indeed "know" her because the company he worked for had been cutting down trees for the state electrical company to put up new poles and wiring for the area and Devier had mentioned to other workers before that it was almost time for the "young pretty girl" to be getting home form school. He was kept overnight for holding.
Early the next day hunters found my sister's body, off the old CCC Road going towards Rome, after she had been left out overnight to die. She had been viciously raped, strangled, and her head was bashed in with a boulder weighing over 40 lbs. According to Devier this was all just an accident that occurred after he raped her. (Yes, I have tears flowing as I write this last part as what kind of monster blames the victim. Only a socio path.) The cold, callus murderer was arrested soon after her body was discovered on eyewitness testimony that he was indeed the "uncle" that pulled her from the bus into his car.
You would think that a short trial would occur with him being sentenced to life or death however that was not to be the case……To Be Continued…...
My mother began calling any and everyone she could think of as soon as the clock showed Mary Frances should be home. Panic didn't set in until she spoke with a neighbor, and also Mary's best friend, and she stated that "our uncle" had forced Mary Frances into his Pinto upon exiting the school bus that day. Immediately our mother called our father then the local police. Deputies picked up Darrell Gene Devier later that same Friday afternoon for questioning since he was well known around the area for his dark colored Pinto with mag wheels. He admitted to nothing except knowing the "pretty girl" however peripherally it may have been, in his mind he knew her well. Later investigation by local police found that he did indeed "know" her because the company he worked for had been cutting down trees for the state electrical company to put up new poles and wiring for the area and Devier had mentioned to other workers before that it was almost time for the "young pretty girl" to be getting home form school. He was kept overnight for holding.
Early the next day hunters found my sister's body, off the old CCC Road going towards Rome, after she had been left out overnight to die. She had been viciously raped, strangled, and her head was bashed in with a boulder weighing over 40 lbs. According to Devier this was all just an accident that occurred after he raped her. (Yes, I have tears flowing as I write this last part as what kind of monster blames the victim. Only a socio path.) The cold, callus murderer was arrested soon after her body was discovered on eyewitness testimony that he was indeed the "uncle" that pulled her from the bus into his car.
You would think that a short trial would occur with him being sentenced to life or death however that was not to be the case……To Be Continued…...
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