Barbara Jane Mackle: The Real 83 Hours Til Dawn Story

 

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A Christmastime Abduction

If you lived in Florida in 1968, you knew who the Mackle family was.  The Mackle Company (soon to be Deltona), run by brothers Frank, Elliott, and Robert, began building large retirement-oriented communities in rural areas of the state in 1955.  The brothers had noticed that Florida had become a popular vacation destination and rightly assumed that many of the people who enjoyed vacationing there might also prefer to retire to the Sunshine State.  The land they purchased in those rural areas was vast and cheap and they had soon developed Key Biscayne, Marco Island, Port St. Lucie, and St. Augustine Shores, among others.   The sale of homes reached $3.5 million (nearly $31 million in 2023 dollars) and the company's stock had climbed from $12 per share five years earlier to $20 per share in January and with a 12% return after taxes.  Frank, Elliott, and Robert were sitting on a $65 million ($590 million in 2023)  empire. 

Their good luck changed drastically in the early morning of Tuesday, December 17.  Robert's 20-year-old daughter, Barbara Jane, had been kidnapped from a hotel room in Atlanta, Georgia.  Barbara, a student at Emory University, had come down with the flu pandemic known as the Hong Kong flu that was sweeping not only the campus but the country at the time.  Her mother, Jane, had traveled from Coral Gables and checked into the Rodeway Inn on Clairmont Road in Decatur, not far from the campus; she had arrived to not only care for her daughter but to accompany her home for Christmas.  

Barbara (photo source)

During the evening of December 16, Barbara's boyfriend and fellow Emory student Stewart Hunt Woodward had dropped by to visit.  After he left, mother and daughter sat up talking and were still awake when a man who identified himself as a detective knocked at their door around 4 a.m.  Saying he had information about an auto accident involving someone in a white Ford who was hurt (Stewart Woodward drove a white Ford), he tricked Jane Mackle into opening the door.  Instead of a police detective, she was confronted by a masked man carrying a shotgun and a second, smaller person wearing a mask.  The two bound, gagged, and chloroformed Jane before kidnapping Barbara, dressed in her red and white nightgown, at gunpoint.    

The tape the kidnappers had placed over Jane's mouth became loose almost immediately after they gagged her and she began screaming for help.  When that did not result in any attention, and despite being bound hand and foot, she hopped outside to Barbara's car, where she managed to open the door backwards, fall in and repeatedly honk the horn.  A motel employee responded to the honking and alerted the police.  

Ransom

Due to Robert Mackle's connections (he was close personal friends with Florida Senator George Smathers and President-elect Richard Nixon), the FBI acted immediately, mobilizing agents in both Georgia and Florida.   FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover took charge of the Mackle kidnapping personally.   

Robert Mackle was soon contacted by his daughter's abductors and directed to dig up a ransom note that had been buried in his garden.  $500,000 (nearly $4.4 million in 2023) was requested and a photo of Barbara holding a sign that said "Kidnapped" was offered as proof.  If Robert agreed to their terms, he was to place an advertisement in the Miami Herald with very specific wording; "Loved one, please come home.  We will pay all expenses and meet you anywhere at any time.  Your family."  Robert did as he was instructed, as well as stuffing a suitcase with the $500,000 in the requested old $20 bills and dropping it off at the designated spot along Biscayne Bay on Thursday, December 19.  Unfortunately, a local resident was awakened around 5 a.m. by the sound of an outboard motor and seeing a white Boston Whaler being beached on a neighbor's lawn and concerned about a recent rash of burglaries, called the police.  As the FBI had not notified the local police of the ransom drop off, two officers responded and noted what they took to be two men; one was carrying a large duffle bag, the other a suitcase and a carbine.  Spotting the police, the two dropped everything and fled.  The police discovered the duffle bag contained scuba gear, the suitcase held Robert Mackle's $500,000.  

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A Break

Scouring the area, police located a blue Volvo parked nearby that contained scuba gear -- and a photograph of Barbara Markle holding the "kidnapped" sign.  The car was registered to a George A. Deacon, a research technician at the Institute of Marine Science across the bay.  The Boston Whaler that had been beached by the two individuals had been stolen from the Institute earlier that evening.  

Meanwhile, Robert Mackle, terrified that his daughter's abductors would think they had been ambushed, placed another ad in the Miami Herald for them.  They contacted him at 10:35 p.m. and provided a new money drop location.  This time, the ransom drop was successful and the Mackles spent the next 12 hours awaiting word as to where Barbara was.  

Authorities in Florida had continued to dig into George Deacon's background and discovered that he built ventilated boxes.  Speaking with Deacon's boss, they learned that Deacon often spent time with a coworker by the name of Ruth Eisemann-Schier, a 26-year-old biology researcher.  To their surprise, they learned that George Deacon was not actually George Deacon but a 23-year-old escaped convict from California named Gary Steven Krist.  The FBI issued warrants for their arrests.  

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Gary Steven Krist and Ruth Eisemann-Schier

Born in Aberdeen, Washington, Krist grew up in Pelican, Alaska and in Utah.  He reportedly began stealing at the age of nine and in 1959, when he was fourteen, was convicted of auto theft and placed in a juvenile facility in Utah.  In August of 1963, this time in California and an adult, the 18-year-old Krist was jailed for the attempted theft of yet another car.  It was while he was in jail for that offense that he began to formulate what he considered the perfect crime: to find and kidnap a young heiress.  He went so far as to devise how to communicate with the family and that burying her underground was the perfect hiding place while awaiting the ransom money.

Three years later, the now-married and father to a young son Krist, was jailed near Tracy, California at the Deuel Vocational Institution, serving yet another sentence for auto theft.  In November of 1966 and with another prisoner, he escaped by scaling a fence.  The other prisoner wasn't so lucky; he was killed during the escape attempt. 

Krist took his family across the country to Boston, where he invented a new identity for himself as George Deacon and got a job as a research assistant at MIT at a salary of $7500 a year ($70,000 in 2023 money).  He and his wife had a second son and attempted to live a rather conventional lifestyle but always worried that his true identity would be discovered, Krist moved his family to Miami, Florida, where he would meet Ruth Eisemann-Schier. 

Eisemann-Schier was born in Honduras to Austrian Jewish refugees who had escaped to Honduras to avoid Nazi persecution.   A petite green-eyed blonde, she was a graduate of the National University of Mexico who spoke fluent Spanish, English, German, and French.  She was a graduate student at the University of Miami's Institute of Marine Science when she met Gary Krist.  

In November of 1968, Krist told his wife Carmen he no longer loved her and she packed up both children and headed back to California.  It was then that Krist told Eisemann-Schier about his get rich quick scheme and she agreed to participate.  The couple planned to head to Europe and live as fugitives once they received the ransom money.  

The highly intelligent Krist had chosen Barbara Mackle very carefully.  He had searched the social registers, eliminating children and males and narrowed his initial list of 100 down to one.  He spent months stalking her and researching her family.  Once he had chosen her as his intended target, he built a special ventilation box, one with a battery-operated air pump that would allow its captive to survive for seven days.   In that box would be a supply of food, water, sanitary products, a blanket, and a light.  

Capture 

Fifteen hours after Robert Mackle had paid the ransom, a phone call rang through a switchboard at the FBI's Atlanta office on December 20.  The caller, Gary Krist, gave the operator a tip that Barbara Mackle was buried 20 miles northeast of Atlanta, near Duluth, Georgia in a wooded area of Gwinnett County.  Teams of agents scoured the woods until they spotted ventilation tubes poking out of the ground.  They dug frantically with their bare hands, their fingers bleeding from the Georgia red clay, until uncovering the box in which Barbara Mackle had been buried.  After 83 hours underground in the cold and dark, Barbara was rescued.  Despite being dehydrated, stiff, and ten pounds lighter, she was alive and in remarkably good spirits.   Flown back to Miami in her father's private jet, she gave a brief press interview stating that she had been treated humanely and she felt "absolutely wonderful."  

Where Barbara had been buried (photo source)

Following the call disclosing Barbara's whereabouts, Gary Krist and Ruth Eisemann-Schier had split up.  Within 24 hours, Krist was captured in south Florida after attempting to purchase a boat and heading for Mexico.  The boat owner grew suspicious when Krist paid him the $2,240 in all $20 notes and called the police.  When arrested, Krist had $17,000 in his pockets.  An additional $480,000 was found in the boat by FBI agents, leaving $760 unaccounted for.  Ruth Eisemann-Schier was also unaccounted for.  The FBI put her on its Ten Most Wanted Fugitives list, giving her the dubious honor of being the first female ever to be so placed.   She would survive 79 days on the run before being apprehended in Norman, Oklahoma on March 5, 1969, where she had been working as a car hop.

Ruth Eisemann-Schier under arrest (photo source)

   

Krist and Eisemann-Schier were indicted on January 3 on charges of kidnapping with ransom, a capital crime in Georgia.  While in custody, awaiting trial, he startled jailers with confessions to strings of previously unsolved murders.  By his own account, Krist's first victim was a 65-year-old hermit that Krist had engaged in a homosexual relationship with at age fourteen while he was still in Pelican, Alaska.  Krist claimed he had tripped the man while walking across a bridge over a deep ravine; the man's death had been ruled an accident.   

In 1961, after his escape from confinement in Utah, Krist claimed he picked up a homosexual male and killed him in a fit of rage, dumping the body near Wendover, Utah.  On July 27, 1967, the skeletal remains of an adult male were discovered where Krist claimed to have dumped the body.  

At nineteen, Krist claimed he had strangled and beat a girl to death near San Diego, concealing her body under a pile of rocks.  A victim by the name of Helen Crow had been discovered on October 3, 1964, with the coroner estimating she had died six to eight weeks earlier.  Krist had been incarcerated in Tracy at the time of her death but his knowledge of very graphic details of the murder remains a mystery.  

Krist also confessed to a fourth murder but declined to give any details or information.  

Gary Krist under arrest in Florida (photo source)

In their trials in 1969, Krist unconvincingly attempted to persuade the court psychiatrist that he was legally insane, claiming that he was "a superior human being" and acting as an egomaniac.  Eisemann-Schier blamed her participation in Barbara's kidnapping on the fact that she was blindly in love with Krist but she did plead guilty to kidnapping.  She was sentenced to seven years.  The prosecutor,  Richard Bell, sought the death penalty against Krist but four hold-out jurors forced him to settle for a life sentence instead.  Many believe that Krist's life was spared thanks to Barbara Mackle, who testified at his trial and expressed appreciation that he spared her life.  

  

Epilogue

At the advice of Richard Nixon, Barbara Mackle wrote a book with Miami Herald reporter Gene Miller about her ordeal called 83 Hours Till Dawn, published in 1971.  The following year, ABC aired the story as part of its Movie of the Week, calling their production The Longest Night.  From February 27 through March 11, 1972, in a fourteen-part series, The Atlanta Journal-Constitution published excerpts from her book, allowing readers a firsthand account of the terrifying hours she spent in captivity.  She recalled being eerily calm at Krist confronting her at gunpoint but hysterical once she realized the "underground room" Krist mentioned was actually a box that didn't allow her to fully straighten out.  She spoke to God during her ordeal and claimed that she got through it by realizing she was not and would not die in that box and thought positive thoughts of spending Christmas with her family. 

A second television movie, called 83 Hours Til Dawn, was made in 1990.

Barbara went on to marry Stewart Hunt Woodward and have two children.  They resided happily in Atlanta while Stewart worked as an accountant and retired to Florida until his death in 2013.  She has not spoken publicly about her ordeal since 1972.  

Ruth Eisemann-Schier served four years of her seven-year sentence.   She was paroled in 1973 on the condition that she would be deported to her native Honduras.   She went on to marry and have children and according to her Facebook page, last active around 2013, worked at Laboratorioaloe-Salvia.  

Gary Krist was sent to Reidsville State Prison to serve out his sentence. In 1972, he wrote a book called Life: The Man Who Kidnapped Barbara Jane Mackle.  In 1973, he attempted to escape by burying himself in garbage.  By 1976, when he first became eligible for parole, he had become a model prisoner, attending classes to become an EMT and working in the prison hospital.  At his first parole hearing, he expressed a desire to return to Alaska and help his ailing father with the family shrimp business.  Alaska declined to accept him then and parole was denied but three years later, in 1979, they agreed and Krist was paroled after serving ten years of his sentence.  The Parole Board Chairman, Tommy Morris, believed that there was nothing to indicate that Krist, with whom he had become friendly, was violent or dangerous and said the kidnapping was a negligible charge, as no one had been killed.   Georgians, including prosecutor Richard Bell, were infuriated.  

Walking out of Reidsville on May 14, 1979, Krist was 33 years old and wanted to attend medical school.  As a convicted felon that would be impossible and so Tommy Morris helped him obtain a pardon.  Krist went on to finish college in Alaska and attend medical school in the Caribbean.  He married a prison pen pal by the name of Joan Jones and finished medical school.  He worked as a doctor in Haiti, West Virginia, Alabama, and Connecticut but inevitably, once his past became known, he lost his job.  Chrisney, Indiana hired him in 2001, aware of his criminal history but the rural town was in need of a doctor.   In 2003, he lost that job and the state revoked his medical license after a paper in the nearby city of Evansville published a story about the Mackle kidnapping.  Krist complained to a reporter that he tried to be a beneficial member of society but he was not allowed to.  

In 2001, Krist, along with his wife's son Jackie Greeson, had incorporated a company with the Georgia Secretary of State called Greeson & Krist Construction, Inc.   Their specialty, they claimed, was sheet metal fabrication and "bulletproof" rooms.  They apparently had another specialty as well.

Just before Christmas of 2004, Krist rented a 27-foot sailboat in Point Clear, Alabama and sailed to Cartegena, Colombia where he purchased a kilo of cocaine.  A year later, another sailboat was chartered from November 14, 2005 until December 4, 2005, sailing from Mobile Bay to South America.  This time Krist and Greeson bought six kilos of cocaine.  Once they returned, the charter company found a map of the Colombian coast and grew suspicious, contacting authorities.  When Krist reserved yet another sailboat in January of 2006, federal agents installed a tracking bug on the boat.  Returning to Mobile Bay on March 6, again from Colombia, local, state, and federal lawmen rushed the boat as it was docking.  They seized four illegal aliens - two from Colombia, two from Ecuador - and 38 pounds of cocaine.  The cocaine had been secreted in a cooler that Krist had rigged with a rope and cement in case he had been stopped out to sea; all he would have had to do was cut the rope and push the cooler overboard and the evidence would have been lost.  

On March 10, investigators searched Krist's home, located in a rural area just outside of Auburn, 35 miles from Atlanta.  Finding a concealed trap door in the floor of a garden shed, they discovered a submarine style laboratory which was being used to convert the cocaine from paste to powder, after which Greeson and Krist were selling it in Atlanta.  

On May 16, 2006, both Krist and Greeson pleaded guilty to conspiracy to import cocaine and smuggling aliens.  On January 19, 2007 both were sentenced to five years and five months at the Federal Correctional Institution in Marianna, Florida.  Greeson was released July 31, 2009; he died September of 2010 at the age of 53.  Krist, then 65 years old, was released two months later, in November of 2010.  

On August 27, 2012, Krist's supervised release was revoked for violating his probation after it was discovered he had left the country without permission, sailing to Cuba and South America on his sailboat.  He was sentenced to 40 months imprisonment and released July 2, 2015.

Today, Krist is 78 years old, still living in Georgia, and active on Facebook.

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Tom Neal: Killer Actor

 

A publicity photo of Tom Neal early in his career (photo source)

"Fate or some mysterious force can put the finger on you or me for no reason at all." - Tom Neal as Al Roberts in Detour (1945).

From the moment of his birth in January of 1914, Tom Neal seemed destined for the fame he craved most of his life; his great uncle was the noted actor and theater manager John Drew.  Neal was brought up in a spacious Chicago home and eventually attended Northwestern University, where he majored in mathematics.  Blessed with an athletic physique and good looks, he traded on them to compete in amateur boxing matches and participate in the school's drama club.  He moved to New York City in 1933, following some summer stock performances and debuted on Broadway in 1935.  In 1938, he not only made his first film appearance (Out West With the Hardys, part of Mickey Rooney's successful Hardy Family film series) but earned a law degree at Harvard.  Over the next handful of years, he appeared in many B-movies, including Republic Pictures' serial Jungle Girl and the classic film noir Detour, with Ann Savage, with whom he would make six films in total.  

While Neal was clearly intelligent and talented, his downfall appeared to be his temperament, his ego, and women, none of which were helped by his friendships with notorious Hollywood hellraisers Errol Flynn and Mickey Rooney.  While he was in New York City, he took up with Inez Norton, an ex-Follies dancer twice his age and who had been the girlfriend of Arnold Rothstein, the mobster who rigged the 1919 World Series.  Following his murder in 1928, Inez was left $150,000 by Rothstein (over $2.6 million in 2023 dollars) and Tom Neal was more than happy to help her spend it.  Neal and Norton were briefly engaged before she was followed by relationships with such Hollywood notables as Lana Turner, Joan Crawford, Ava Gardner, and Lorraine Cugat, the wife of Spanish bandleader Xavier Cugat.  He married actress Vicky Lane in 1944 and the marriage lasted five years before Lane filed for divorce, citing mental and physical cruelty.  And then Neal met Barbara Payton.

Barbara Payton and Tom Neal (photo source)

Barbara

Unlike Tom Neal,  Barbara Payton was not born into a wealthy, connected family but to two alcoholics who had no issue with their daughter trading her good looks for male attention and leaving school at sixteen to marry.  Starting as a print and catalog model, Barbara transitioned into the acting business solely based on her reputation as a party girl in the Hollywood club scene.  She received  good notices in 1949's film noir Trapped and seemed firmly on her way with the noir thriller Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye (1950) alongside James Cagney.  Then along came Tom Neal.   

By the time she met Neal in 1950, Barbara had just divorced her second husband, who also took custody of their young son.  Like Neal, she was fiercely ambitious and in him, she saw the virility and good looks she craved.  She later claimed in an interview that within four minutes of meeting, she and Neal decided to marry.  Unfortunately, Tom Neal did not have the reputation and recognition Barbara also wanted.  But Franchot Tone did. 

Barbara Payton and Franchot Tone, 1951 (photo source)

 

In the 1930s and 1940s, Franchot Tone was suave and sophisticated, a debonair leading man of the screen and stage, twice nominated for an Academy Award.  His first wife had been Joan Crawford, married from 1935 until 1939, while both were under contract to MGM (although Crawford's star greatly eclipsed his).  Despite their divorce, the two remained friendly over the years.  

The connections Tone had, as well as his wealth, were attractive to Barbara when she met him in 1950.  Although reportedly engaged to Neal at the time, she neglected to inform Tone of this fact.  Nor did she tell Neal that she was simultaneously dating Tone, although Neal later claimed that she had told him she was engaged to Tone but stepping out on him because he was "boring" compared to the more exciting Neal. 

The triangle came to a head on the front lawn of Barbara's home on September 15, 1951, when the 45-year-old Tone ended up semi-conscious on the ground, courtesy of a beating by the 37-year-old Neal.  Neal claimed that Barbara had kissed Tone in front of him and "the sight of a girl I love kissing another man made me see red."  Perhaps notably, Neal and Payton were reportedly going to marry in San Francisco that same day.

The public's sympathy was with Tone, who had been taken to the hospital with a concussion, broken nose, and smashed cheekbone.  Wherever Barbara's sympathies may or may not have been, she married Tone on September 28.  The marriage lasted less than 60 days before Tone filed for divorce, claiming that Barbara was being unfaithful with none other than Tom Neal.  For her part, Barbara admitted that she had been living with Neal but only because she was afraid of Tone.

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The resulting publicity from the attack, as well as Barbara's alleged infidelity, put the careers of both Barbara Payton and Ton Neal on the skids (although both of them would milk their notoriety as long as possible).  Unlike the Elizabeth Taylor-Eddie Fisher-Richard Burton scandal that would break a decade later, Hollywood was much more sensitive to the public's opinion and deferred to those who basically wanted the couple blacklisted.  Neal and Barbara became re-engaged and said they would marry in Paris but eventually broke up once again, this time for good.

Neal met a woman named Patricia Fenton and married her in 1956.  They had one child together before Fenton died of cancer in 1958.  With his Hollywood career effectively over (his last on-screen appearance was a part in the television series Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer), Neal sold everything he owned and left Los Angeles for Palm Springs, where he found work as a gardener.  He eventually built a solid and respectable business, saying that he had learned the trade from watching the Japanese gardeners who had tended to his two-acre Bel Air estate. 

In 1961, he married his third wife, a 25-year-old receptionist at the Palm Springs Tennis Club named Gail Kloke Bennett. 

Gail and Tom Neal (photo source)

 

April 1, 1965

Neal often frequented the Tyrol restaurant in Idyllwild, a mountain community about an hour from Palm Springs, so his appearance there on the evening of April 1, 1965 wasn't unusual.  What was, though, was the fact that he was alone and according to Robert Balzer, one of the owners and a friend of both Neal's and Gail's, that he seemed troubled.  Sitting down with Balzer and James Willet, the restaurant's other owner, Neal began talking about Gail, saying that she had become his entire life since his second wife had died, and that he couldn't live without her.  He then confessed that he had killed her.  Balzer and Willett thought Neal was kidding, as it was April Fool's Day, but Neal refuted that, saying he had shot Gail to death earlier that day while she was taking a nap.  

Following his confession at Tyrol, Neal contacted his Beverly Hills attorney, who called the Palm Springs police to inform them that Gail was at their home on Cardillo Road and had "expired or was seriously injured."  Upon finding that Gail was indeed "expired," her husband was arrested and booked into the Riverside County Jail.

The murder house in Palm Springs (photo source)

Gail had been found on the couch of the couple's living room, partially covered with a lightweight blanket.  She was wearing a green sweater and green capris.  The capris were ripped below the zipper, which was unzipped, and pulled low on her hips, along with her underpants.  She had a gaping wound roughly one inch above her right temple, where she had been struck by a .45 caliber bullet.  The bullet then exited through her neck and tore through three pillows underneath her head before coming to a rest in the couch's upholstery.  

An autopsy indicated that Gail had died somewhere between 2:30 p.m. on April 1 and 2:30 a.m. on April 2.  

The Lodi News Sentinel, April 2, 1965 (photo source)

On April 16, the Riverside County Grand Jury indicted Tom Neal for murder.  Public defender James Kellam was assigned to defend Neal.  He later said that he felt that Neal "needed a better defense than a public defender could provide" and so chose not to visit with his client at all from April through August, believing that his inaction would cause Neal's friends to rally around him financially and thus provide for a criminal practice attorney.  On August 20, Neal petitioned the court for a continuance on the basis of needing a change of counsel. 

Surprisingly, Kellam's action worked and Neal's friends rallied around him.  A Cathedral City auto dealer took out an ad in the local paper, requesting donations for Neal's defense.  Friends in Palm Springs sent in check, soon followed by friends in Hollywood that included Mickey Rooney, Dorothy Manners, Blake Edwards, Harrison Carroll and even Franchot Tone, the man he had beaten back in 1951.  The money allowed Neal to hire Palm Springs attorney Leon Rosenberg.  Neal thanked the Cathedral City auto dealer with a handwritten two-page note in which he claimed that "friends" were responsible for shooting Gail.  

The Trial

The trial began on October 19, 1965 with Deputy D.A. Roland Wilson asking for a first-degree murder conviction.  Local real estate broker Frank Seyferlich testified that he had been at the Neals' home the night before the murder.  Between 5:30 and 6:00 p.m. he had delivered letters of recommendation to Gail, who he said had been intending to divorce Neal and relocate to Los Angeles; she would have needed the letters as employment references.  According to Seyferlich, he was surprised to find Tom Neal at home as his understanding was the couple had been separated, with Neal living in Chicago since January of that year.  Gail had invited Seyferlich to stay for a drink but feeling uncomfortable, he left. 

Rosenberg managed to score points during his cross-examination of lab technician H. Carmon Bishop, when he got Bishop to admit that a man's wallet was found in the top drawer of the bureau in the master bedroom and a man's suitcoat was found in the master bedroom closet.  Wilson objected on the grounds of relevance, but the insinuation was that neither belonged to Tom Neal and that perhaps Gail had been seeing someone else.

The prosecution called only eight witnesses before resting their case on October 28.  Rosenberg began the defense's case on October 29.  Chief of Detectives Richard Harries testified that the wallet and suitcoat belonged to Steve Peck, a Palm Springs insurance man.  Peck rented a spare bedroom from Tom and Gail.  He had an alibi and witnesses who placed him in Phoenix at the time of Gail's murder.

Harries also admitted under oath that the murder weapon had never been located but a live .45 caliber bullet was found in Tom Neal's jacket pocket at the time he was arrested and that a similar box of ammunition was found in the Neal home.

Steve Peck took the stand the following day and recalled a domestic dispute between Tom and Gail that had occurred in November of 1964, only months before her murder.  According to Peck, Gail had pulled a .45 automatic on Neal screaming that she would kill him.  During cross-examination, however, Peck admitted that in his original statement to the police, it was Tom Neal that brandished the gun after slapping Gail several times. 

Tom Neal's Story

If the jury and the public had found Steve Peck interesting, they were absolutely riveted when Tom Neal took the stand.  According to Neal, Gail was lying on the couch and he was on one knee, caressing her.  She had questioned whether they "should be doing this," and Neal had accused her of "fooling around with all these guys" since he had left.  After he had accused her of having sexual relations with his friends, she had said she would kill him and had the .45 automatic in her hand.  Neal said he had pushed the gun away with both hands and it went off, striking Gail in the head.  He then prayed and claimed to recite aloud a tenant of Chrisian Science: "There is no life, truth, intelligence or substance in mind, all in infinity and its manifestation, for God is all in all.  Spirit is immortal truth, matter is mortal error.  Spirit is the real and eternal, matter is the unreal and temporal."  

Under cross-examination, Neal admitted that he and Gail had been estranged for some time, and that he had returned home from Chicago to attempt a reconciliation.  He said he did speak to his restaurant friends and told them that he "felt responsible for her death," but insisted that he never at any time said that he had fired the shot.  His friends had been the prosecution's first witnesses and had testified that he did say he had shot Gail.  Neal's cross ended with Wilson producing a copy of Gail's petition for divorce, lodged just before her death, in which she accused her husband of threatening her with a .45 revolver the previous November. 

On November 9, under rebuttal, Wilson called Dr. Armand Dollinger, who had performed the autopsy on Gail.  According to Dollinger, Neal's recounting of events was "unlikely;" the direction of the wound did not correspond with Neal's assertion that he had pushed the gun away. 

Rosenberg did his best to discredit Dollinger, asking whether the doctor had measured Gail's arm or had any idea of her muscle structure, to which Dollinger replied in the negative. 

Wilson then called three of Gail's coworkers from the Palm Springs Tennis Club.  All three testified that Gail had planned to leave town when she heard that Neal was returning from Chicago because she was afraid he would kill her once he learned she had filed for divorce. 

The Verdict

The jury of ten women and two men was out for ten hours.  Although the prosecution was seeking the death penalty, to the utter amazement of all present, on November 18, 1965, the jury found Tom Neal guilty of involuntary manslaughter, believing his story of the firearm accidentally discharging.  Wilson was stunned and Rosenberg elated, telling the press that with time served, Neal could be out by Christmas.  

At the sentencing hearing on December 10, Judge Hilton McCabe listened to Rosenberg plead for probation for his client, citing Tom Neal's "clean record" and saying the shooting was an accident that culminated from a marital discord.  Wilson said the prosecution would not consider probation and that the jury's verdict was the only break Tom Neal deserved.  Judge McCabe agreed, sentencing Neal to up to 15 years in prison.

Neal showed no emotion during the sentencing other than biting his lip but told the press outside that his sentence was "a railroad job."  

Tom Neal in a scene from his most famous film, Detour (1945) (photo source)

Afterwards

Tom Neal served six years of his one-to-15-year sentence.  He was paroled on December 6, 1971.  He returned to Hollywood, the scene of both success and downfall.  Instead of appearing on the big or small screen, however, he went back to his landscaping and gardening business.  His son found Neal dead in his bed on August 7, 1972, felled by heart failure.  He was 58 years old.   His body was cremated, with the eventual disposition of his cremains unknown.  

Barbara Payton at the beginning of her career (photo source)

Barbara Payton had no easier of a road than Tom Neal following their aborted engagement.  Suffering with alcoholism and drug addiction, between 1955 and 1963, she had multiple run-ins with the law, including arrests for passing bad checks and prostitution.  Offered the option of being admitted to rehab, Barbara said she would rather drink and die.  She ended up living with her parents in San Diego, where the trio spent their days binging on alcohol.  By the time she was 34 years old, the former slim and sexy blonde weighted 200 pounds, was unkempt, and suffering with broken blood vessels in her face from her constant drinking.

In 1963, she was paid $1,000 (just over $9,600 in 2023 dollars) for her autobiography, called I Am Not Ashamed, in which she recounted sleeping on bus benches and being regularly beaten while she was prostituting herself.  The book led to her last acting role, 4 for Texas, a Western comedy film. 

Her final marriage, her fifth, was in 1962, to a man named Jess Rawley.  She as still married to Rawley but living with her parents in San Diego when she died on May 8, 1967 of liver and heart failure.  She was 39 years old. 

During Tom Neal's trial in Indio, Barbara attended daily.  It was reportedly the last time the two saw each other.  

Franchot Tone in the 1930s (photo source)

Franchot Tone, who had been beaten at Neal's hands in 1951, married once more following his brief marriage to Barbara - to actress Dolores Dorn.  The marriage lasted only three years and the couple divorced in 1959. 

During the 1950s, Tone relocated from Hollywood to New York, where he appeared on stage and television.  His career continued into the 1960s, both on television and in film, until lung cancer, caused by his chain smoking, forced him to retire.  His first wife, Joan Crawford, who had also relocated to New York, cared for him until his death on September 18, 1968 at the age of 63.    

Sources:

Crockett, Art.  Celebrity Murders.  Pinnacle Books, 1990.

Historian Alan Royle (March 24, 2016).  Tom Neal - Getting Away With Murder.

Murderpedia (2022).  Thomas Neal.

Palm Springs Life (2022).  Killer Career - Actor Tom Neal.

Wikipedia (2022).  Tom Neal.

Wikipedia (2022).  Barbara Payton.

Wikipedia (2022).  Franchot Tone.

Gail's final resting place at Inglewood Park Cemetery (photo source)

 

  

The Shooting of Maria Marshall: Greed, Corruption and Murder in New Jersey

 

Maria Marshall (photo source)

The 1980s were a decade of wealth and excess and Toms River, New Jersey personified all of that in its forty or so miles of land.  The Ocean County Mall, opened in 1976, became Toms River's most popular recreational spot, where shopping was king.  Once considered a Memorial Day through Labor Day vacation spot for New Yorkers, Philadelphians, and those living in northern Jersey (greatly helped thanks to the Garden State Parkway), Toms River became somewhere the executives didn't just get away to but chose to live.  Appearance was everything, from your house and neighborhood to the car you drove and the designer clothing you wore.  Anyone who was anyone belonged to the country club with its golf course and made sure to be seen there.  The ultimate status symbol, however, was to be able to take frequent trips to Atlantic City, to enjoy the glitz and gambling, only forty miles down the Garden State Parkway.

Rob Marshall not only exemplified the acceptable status quo of affluence in Toms River, he reveled in it.  A successful, if cutthroat and pushy, insurance salesman, he and his wife Maria had moved to Toms River in the mid 1960s, quickly joining the country club and becoming the creme de la creme of Toms River society.  By 1984, an in-ground swimming pool had been added to their Crest Ridge Drive home, a timeshare in a Florida condo was purchased, as well as a boat, a Cadillac for Rob, and a pricey designer wardrobe for Maria.  The couple had three sons: Robert, Jr. - called Roby - Chris, and John.  The two eldest boys, Roby and Chris, also had their own cars; a yellow Mustang and a Jeep, respectively.  John, only thirteen in 1984, was too young to drive but Rob had already promised him a Porsche when he reached driving age.

Maria Marshall was a beautiful and elegant lady, envied by others not only for her looks and impressive wardrobe but for the relationship she had with her sons.  Although all were teenagers and typically of the age where spending time with friends far outweighed evenings at home with Mom and Dad, all three of Maria's sons were devoted to her.  And with good reason.  Maria was not only a loyal wife, she was also a fiercely devoted mother who rallied behind her children, encouraging them on, and delighted with the young men they were becoming.   

The only apparent blight on the surface of the Marshall family in the summer of 1984 was Roby being suspended from Villanova during his freshman year four months earlier thanks to an incident involving a group of fellow underclassmen, beer, and a resident assistant's door being kicked down.  He had been instructed that he would have to attend his sophomore year of school elsewhere and then await readmission in January.  Rob, a Villanova graduate himself, had been angry at Roby's behavior and how it would make not only Roby, but the Marshall family as a whole, look.  In addition to refusing to purchase him a promised new Mustang convertible at the completion of his freshman year, Rob had subjected Roby to cold silences and bursts of temper throughout the summer of 1984.  

Thursday, September 6, 1984 was a routine day for the Marshall household, at least for everyone except Chris, just beginning his freshman year at Lehigh University.  Rob worked, John went to school, and Roby, who didn't have classes or an early work schedule, slept in.  Maria, Rob, and Roby had lunch out before Rob returned to work.  He and Maria planned what had become a weekly ritual for them - dinner and blackjack at Harrah's Marina in Atlantic City.  Over the years Rob had become such a devout gambler at the casinos that he not only named his boat "Double Down"  but organized casino bus tours out of their home and cofounded The Winner's Circle, an instructional club.  While Maria may not have been quite so enamored with the casinos, she did enjoy dressing up, showing off her carefully selected wardrobe, and the attention that was lavished on her at the restaurants.  The couple left home around 6:15 p.m. for their 8:30 p.m. dinner reservations, after Roby complimented his mother on how she looked and gave her a kiss goodbye, as he often did.  The night was unseasonably chilly. 

The rest of that evening for Roby passed as any other would have.  He watched television, did some sit ups, called his girlfriend to talk, and then went to bed around midnight.  It was only hours later that his bedroom light was flicked on by his father, who was wearing a bloodstained shirt and crying.

Maria and Rob

Robert Marshall was born in December of 1939 in Queens, New York to a salesman and his wife, the first of five children.  Rob's father was an alcoholic, which prevented him from holding down a job for long, requiring the family to move regularly and live in rental properties and hotel rooms.  Rob's mother was a devout Catholic; her religion kept her not only from leaving her husband but preventing pregnancy.  By the time Rob was sixteen, he was living in Haverstown, Pennsylvania, the tenth of his homes.  He felt estranged from his family and superior to his parents.  Although he wanted more than his parents had, school became a problem for him.  He flunked eleventh grade, requiring him to go to summer school.  While there, he met a boy who was forming a dance band and as Rob liked the play the drums, he volunteered to be the new band's drummer.  One of the band's first gigs was playing at a going away party for the older brother of another member, who had enlisted in the Air Force.  At that party, Rob met a pretty fifteen-year-old named Maria Puszynski.    

As offput as Rob was by his own family, Maria was close to her parents, who cherished their only child, a beautiful blonde daughter who had been born in Philadelphia.  Maria attended a Polish Catholic school, where her sweet disposition and lovely singing voice made her a favorite of the nuns.  Maria's parents, especially her father, made it clear that the boys were not welcome in their home and so Maria began dating Rob secretly.  For Rob, the beautiful blonde doctor's daughter was his first status symbol.

Rob and Maria continued dating throughout the remainder of Maria's high school years.  She never discussed Rob with her parents until she was in college - at which point he too was in college.  Rob had joined the Naval Reserve when he tuned eighteen and had his eye on Annapolis.  Despite spending an entire year prepping for his SATs, he did poorly and was not accepted at Annapolis.  He barely made it into Villanova, at that time not one of the more rigorous academic schools.  He was, however, in college and the Navy ROTC program so he and Maria hoped it would be enough to put her father's mind at ease.  Dr. Vincent Puszynski did not like Rob or his family from the start.  He thought they put on airs to appear better than they were and were terrible spenders - hardly what he wanted for his only child.  Maria was in love and wanted to marry Rob. 

Despite his goals and ambitious nature, Rob barely graduated from Villanova; his 1.9 grade point average fell below the 2.0 requirement to graduate.  He was, though, gifted with a silver tongue and he managed to convince one of his teachers to change a "D" to a "C" and was allowed to graduate in June of 1963.  He went on to Pensacola for Navy flight training and completed the course in November of 1963 and was then accepted for helicopter training.  Just over a month later, on December 28, 1963, he and Maria were married. 

Their first year of married life was spent overseas and in Florida before Rob was assigned to the Naval Air Station in Lakehurst, New Jersey.  It was the first time he saw Toms River and he liked the proximity to both the beach and the base and the cheap availability of homes.  For Rob, perhaps best was that Philadelphia was close enough that Maria could visit her parents, but it was not so close that they would be a continual presence.  He and Maria moved into their first home just before Roby was born.  A year later, Chris joined the family.  

Rob had the keen foresight to realize that Toms River was becoming a boom town with many families like this, just starting out and wanting to be responsible.   No longer in the Navy, he chose to become an insurance salesman.  A natural fit, he sold more than two million dollars' worth his first year, making him one of the company's top 50 salesmen in the country.  He repeated it the next year and so the family packed up and moved to a larger house three blocks away.  It was where they were living when their third son John was born in 1971.  The good times continued to roll on for them and in 1973, they moved into a brand-new house that Rob had hired an architect to design on Crest Ridge Drive.

The Marshalls had arrived, treated very nearly like royalty in Toms River.  Not only were they viewed with respect (and maybe jealousy) at the country club or on the tennis court but even at church on Sundays, where Rob drove the family in his red convertible Cadillac, with the boys in their suits and ties and Maria stylishly attired.  Rob seemed endlessly proud of his wife, whom he often called "the beautiful Maria."  

Maria (photo source)

The Investigation

Bob Gladstone, the lieutenant in charge of homicide in the Ocean County prosecutor's office, had been sleeping soundly in the early morning of Friday, September 7 when he was awakened by a call at 2:15 a.m. telling him that a woman had been shot to death at a picnic area off the Garden State Parkway.  Arriving in less than an hour to the crime scene, he found a white Cadillac with the lifeless body of 42-year-old Maria Marshall still face down across the front seats.  At first glance, she could have been mistaken for being asleep - were it not for the bullet wounds in her back.  Gladstone was told that Maria's husband Rob, bleeding from the head, had been taken to the hospital.  

The site of Maria's homicide was horribly, terribly dark.  Despite being just off the always busy Garden State Parkway, the picnic area, with its tables and trash cans, was not just extremely well shielded from the roadway but the myriad of evergreen trees surrounding the area muffled the noise of passing cars.  The Cadillac had apparently pulled in and stopped roughly a hundred feet from the end of the asphalt blacktop and from where an unlit cinderblock restroom structure stood.  The right rear tire of the vehicle was completely flat.

A state police officer filled Gladstone in on the information he had.  Rob said he and Maria had left Atlantic City around midnight, following their dinner and some gambling.  It was after passing a toll plaza that he felt a vibration in the car.  Suspecting it might be a tire, he had pulled into the picnic area to check it.   While looking at the back tire, he noted a dark sedan pull into the area and stop perpendicular to his car, about 30 feet away.  He said he ignored the vehicle and did not see nor hear anyone exit from it.  He went to Maria's door, which she opened, and he advised her to pop the trunk so that he could fix the tire.  It was then, according to Rob, that he was struck on the head and knocked out as he turned away from Maria.  He wasn't certain how long he was unconscious but when he came to, he saw that Maria had been shot.  He was unable to rouse her and ran out into the roadway to flag down help.  He added that he had over $2,000 in his pants pocket that was missing.  

Gladstone was immediately suspicious.  As dark as the site was, how on earth could Rob Marshall - or anyone, for that matter - change a tire?  Why did Rob continue on past the toll booths, always busy and always lit up, to choose a picnic area with a clear sign denoting it was closed after dark?  Why had he not continued three more miles to the Roy Rogers restaurant?   Why had the assailant or assailants clocked Rob in the head but shot Maria twice in the back?  Why did the tire have a clean cut in it with no signs of it having been driven on flat or low on air?  And while Maria's handbag was missing, if the motive was robbery, why was she still wearing a gold necklace, a gold bracelet, and three rings?  

At the hospital, Rob received five stitches before being discharged.  He was on his way out when Ocean County homicide sergeant Danny O'Brien, dispatched by Bob Gladstone, encountered him.  Since the murder happened on a state parkway, O'Brien could not take a statement from Rob without a state trooper present but told Marshall, who was headed home to "break the tragic news" to his sons, to sit tight and stay at home until authorities arrived.  In O'Brien's opinion, Rob Marshall, in his blue blazer and tan slacks, did not look seriously injured, nor like a man who had just lost his wife to violence.  Instead, he appeared to be on his way to the yacht club.   

Just after 5 a.m., after Rob had woken up Roby and John to tell them their mother was never coming home, O'Brien arrived at the Marshall residence with two state officers in tow.   Rob offered the gentlemen drinks (which they declined) and then was taken to a local precinct for a formal interview.  He reiterated what he had said several hours earlier, adding only that the car had not seemed right almost immediately after leaving Atlantic City and had only gotten worse the further north they traveled.  He answered standard questions - he and Maria had been married for almost 21 years and the problems they had - financial - were due to Maria's excessive spending and living beyond their means.  They had briefly tried marriage counseling as a result.  He also said, in an attempt "to be perfectly candid" that Maria had suspected him of cheating on her, which he flatly denied.  He also denied killing Maria, saying that he loved her.  O'Brien noted that both before the interview started, while in a squad room, and in a car on the way back home, Rob fell asleep.  

Maria and Rob shortly before her murder (photo source)

Shortly after 9 a.m. on that Friday morning of September 8, Bob Gladstone got a call from a former state policeman turned private detective by the name of Fred Grasso.  Grasso informed Gladstone that Maria Marshall, "the nicest lady anyone could hope to meet," had been a client of his.  He had first been contacted by her in December of 1983 following suspicions that Rob was having an affair.  Maria and Grasso had met in a grocery store parking lot, as she had been terrified she would be spotted going into his office.  Maria had given him a hundred-dollar bill, nothing that she needed to pay him in advance due to "the way our money's disappearing."  Grasso didn't think much of Rob Marshall, considering him a schmuck, and told Gladstone that the only enemy Maria Marshall would have in the world would be her husband.      

Not long after talking to Grasso, Gladstone heard from an attorney named Michael DeWitt.  DeWitt had gotten Maria as a client in December of 1983 from Tom Kenyon, an attorney who had also referred her to Fred Grasso.  Once Maria had told Kenyon her suspicions of Rob cheating on her and who with, Kenyon, knowing the alleged other woman, had decided it might pose a conflict of interest for him.  He helped her to find other legal counsel.  According to DeWitt, Maria's problems weren't just an unfaithful husband - Rob was indeed having an affair and with the local high school's vice principal - but in fact, they were in deep financial distress.  Rob had sent the family into financial despair and had attempted to fix or disguise the problem with a $100,000 home equity loan in which he had signed Maria's name on the loan application.  DeWitt had prepared a divorce filing for Maria, as well as a bankruptcy petition, but Maria had wanted to save her marriage, not end it.  At least until the summer of 1984, when she became seriously concerned that her husband was involved in criminal activities that included using, and even selling, cocaine and falling into the underworld of the Atlantic City casino scene.  DeWitt had once more prepared a divorce filing for her in July of 1984, including naming Sarann Kraushaar, Pinelands Regional High School's vice principal, as co-respondent.  DeWitt also prepared a notice of lis pendens, which would place a lien on the family home and keep Rob from using it as an asset in any way.  He had the papers ready to go on July 26, but Maria asked him to hold off as the Marshalls were leaving for vacation on July 27, and she really hoped to resolve the matters privately.  DeWitt had seen her one final time before her death; in mid-August, Maria had stopped by his office to pay her bill.     

While Gladstone was receiving information from Grasso and DeWitt, an autopsy was being conducted on Maria's body.  She had been shot twice in the back at very close range with a .45-caliber pistol.  The two entrance wounds were close enough that a fifty-cent piece could cover them both.  One bullet had exited through the front of her chest, one through her left breast.  The trajectory of the bullets, as well as a .45-caliber bullet found lodged in her left forearm, indicated that she had been lying down with her left arm under her when she was shot.  Her cause of death had been the massive hemorrhaging caused by her left lung and the main artery of her chest being lacerated.  Death would have been instantaneous.  Whoever had shot her had one intention in mind: murder.  To Gladstone's eye, Maria Marshall's homicide had all the earmarks of an execution. 

Following the end of the school day, around 3:30, Sarann Kraushaar was brought in, fingerprinted, and a mug shot was taken.  She demanded two lawyers before she would speak to detectives Al McGuire and Tony Mancuso.  Once she was advised of her rights and informed she was not under arrest and anything she said was voluntary, she admitted that she and Rob Marshall had begun an affair in the summer of 1983.  She said that Rob was unhappy in his marriage and told her that Maria was too possessive and spent too much money.  As she herself was not happy with her husband, she and Rob had decided they were going to leave their respective spouses. They had rented a beach house in Manahawkin, as well as a joint safety deposit box and had just signed papers for a joint checking account.  They also had a downtown post office box in which they exchanged letters and tapes declaring their love for each other.  In fact, the week following Maria's death had been the week they had chosen to announce to their families they were leaving their respective marriages.  

Sarann said she had seen Rob the day before around 4 p.m.  They had met in one of their favorite parking spots and had chatted for an hour to an hour and a half.  Rob had complained about having to go to Atlantic City because Maria "insisted" they go.  When they parted ways around 5:30, Sarann had gone to a Toms River gym, where she lead an exercise class, and then had gone to a birthday dinner for her father with a small group of friends in Bricktown.  Rob had called her at school that Friday morning to tell her that Maria was dead.  He had broken down crying, saying that he had not wanted it "to be like this."   He essentially told her the same story he had told the first officer on the scene before being taken to the hospital.  Sarann also remembered that Rob had been experiencing financial difficulties and had taken out a $100,000 second mortgage on his house.  Allowed to speak with her attorneys for a few moments when the detectives left the room, she added that before Christmas of 1983, Rob had told her that the insurance he had on Maria would take care of his debts.  According to Sarann, he wished Maria wasn't around and asked her if she knew anyone who could "take care of it."  Sarann told him she wanted nothing more to do with him if he were serious but did provide him with a name of someone she knew of who had had run-ins with the law and might be able to help him. 

On that same long day of Friday, September 7, Gladstone received a call from a Philip Girard.  Girard, an insurance agent, had felt unsettled and deeply concerned when he heard of Maria's murder.  According to him, on Monday, September 3, he had been contacted by Rob Marshall, who wanted an insurance policy taken out on his wife in the amount of $100,000.  Marshall was in a very big hurry to get the policy taken out and into effect, to the point of where he wanted the paperwork and medical examination done within 48 hours.  He said that he and his wife were leaving on a vacation at the end of the week, and it was imperative the policy be in force by then.   Girard had arrived at the Marshall home around noon on Thursday, September 6, roughly two hours after the medical examination was conducted.  Rob, Maria, and Roby were on their way out to lunch, but Rob took Girard into his home office to complete the paperwork before heading out to lunch with his wife and eldest son.  

Maria's parents, Vincent and Helen, hold a photo of their daughter (photo source)

Monday, September 10 was the day for Maria's memorial service, held at St. Joseph's Church.  Over the objections of Maria's parents, who were strict Catholics, Rob had had Maria's body cremated within hours of the completion of her autopsy.  While not much was said about the memorial itself, plenty was said about the reception held afterwards at the Marshall house.  Some 150 to 200 people had shown up and Rob had gone from guest to guest, offering to top off drinks, urging people to eat the food, and remarking on how much Maria would have loved it all.  For those who had not suspected Rob of involvement in his wife's murder before this, the grotesqueness of it all began to create doubt in his innocence.    

Two days before the service in which Roby, Chris, and John Marshall would say goodbye forever to their mother, and only a day after she had been killed, their father had sat them down to tell them that he had someone special in his life - Sarann Kraushaar.  Rob warned them that there could be talk of his involvement, and the police might even suspect him, but it was common for the husband to be considered a suspect in such cases.  

While Rob appeared anxious to let his sons know of his involvement with Sarann Kraushaar, Chris nursed a secret that was painful to him.  From the moment his father had entered his dorm room on Friday, September 7 and told him "something terrible has happened," and after the shock had passed, Chris had wondered.  He wondered if his mother had suffered, if she had been afraid, and if she had said anything.  His father's vague answers to his questions had frustrated and tormented him.  He wondered why his mother hadn't run the hundred or so yards to the parkway, to seek help from a passing motorist.  Chris knew that she could have been shot while running away but at least she could have had a chance versus lying in the car, waiting to die.  Most of all, he wondered if his father was somehow involved.  The question made him feel disloyal, irrational, and that his doubt was unforgivable.  Chris was a studious, serious-minded young man who, although he physically resembled his father, had inherited his mother's gentle and loving personality.  He felt as though he couldn't or shouldn't tell anyone about his doubts or suspicions.    

Rob's brother-in-law, Gene Leady, was an attorney who lived in Wilmington, Delaware.  Hearing of Maria's murder, he headed to Toms River at once and accompanied Roby and John to Philadelphia to inform Maria's parents of her death.  Like Chris, he too had doubts and suspicions.  He also had a secret and he was going to confront Rob with it.  On that same Saturday that Rob told his sons of his affair with Sarann Kraushaar, he also confessed to Gene, who had not been surprised.  He informed Rob that Maria had known all along; she had found a secret toiletry kit Rob kept for his assignations with Sarann, as well as tapes with various love songs on them, and had put together a file with American Express charges to various motels in the area.  Maria had called Gene on Tuesday, September 4.  She had been frantic, saying that everything was coming to a head, and she was finally ready to confront Rob.  She wanted Gene to be there when she did and he agreed to support her.  He and Maria had planned to sit down together with Rob on Monday morning, September 10. 

Gene had looked at the facts of Maria's death as calmly and logically as he could.  After being told by Rob that Maria had $1.5 million worth of life insurance, he bluntly replied that everything was pointing to Rob and he should probably get an attorney.  Rob said Gene's thoughts were impossible; he was far too prominent in Toms Rivers, too high up on the civic ladder to ever be accused of such a thing.  His reputation, at least as far as Rob himself was concerned, made him beyond reproach.  

Sal and Paula Coccaro had been friends of both Rob and Maria.  They had met at the country club and both Sal and Paula grew to love Maria dearly.  Her murder had left them both shocked and numb.  They had joined the Marshalls for dinner at Harrah's a week before Maria was killed and Sal remembered the dinner conversation he and Rob shared very well.  Rob had talked about how he kept at least a million in insurance on Maria as a good selling point and that he and Maria had both decided to be cremated when the time came, a point he mentioned several times.  The majority of their dinner, however, was spent with Rob talking about how he was taking every Friday off from work to devote to the family as a means of repayment to Maria for all she had done for him.  According to Rob, the practice had rekindled their relationship into a full-fledged romance.  He told Sal how to do the same, making sure that all his work was done by Thursday and that Sal owed it to Paula.  Sal had been somewhat irritated by the way Rob was practically lecturing and patronizing him that night at Harrah's but it would be nothing compared to the anger he felt on Saturday, September 8.  Following his discussion with Gene Leahy, Rob sat down with Sal to admit to the affair and the financial problems.  Sal felt that Rob was nothing but a hypocrite and worse, a hypocrite that blamed Maria for their financial problems.  Sal was very familiar with Sarann Kraushaar; he was friends with her husband.  He was aware of her reputation around town for not only being flirtatious with the husbands of other women but actually being called Toms River's very own Madame Bovary.  That Rob would throw away two decades of marriage to someone as wonderful as Maria made Sal feel sick, a point he mentioned to Rob.  He also brought up the fact that Rob seemed to have little to no concern for the grief his sons were suffering.  

On Tuesday afternoon, September 11, as he was leaving the house, Roby was confronted by several reporters who had been waiting outside.  They peppered him with questions - did he know about his father's affair?  Was his father in debt to the casinos? - before asking him if he had heard the rumor that Rob would shortly be arrested for his mother's murder.  Keeping his mother's gentle nature and proper manners in mind, he declined to comment on those subjects but stressed that if the reporters knew his father and had seen his parents together, they would know there was no way Rob was involved.

Later that night, Rob made a tape for Sarann which included some of their favorite love songs.  He cried about how much he loved and missed her but told her what he was currently undergoing was bringing him closer to God.   

The Louisiana Connection 

The same day that friends and family were honoring Maria in a memorial service three days after her murder, attorney Michael DeWitt brought his file on Maria Marshall to Bob Gladstone.  Of particular interest, DeWitt thought, was a note Maria had sent him on July 23.  Along with the words "Holding my own, pray for me," she had attached three telephone numbers with the area code 318 she had gleaned from their telephone bills.  DeWitt found out that area code 318 serviced western Louisiana.  Soon enough, Gladstone was able to get a printout of toll calls to and from the Marshalls' home and Rob's office for the six months prior to the murder and struck paydirt.

The first number on the list was for a hardware store in Shreveport.  That number appeared on the Marshall phone records a good twenty times starting in June of 1984.  The last call had been on Wednesday, September 5.  

The second number belonged to 47-year-old Robert Cumber, who lived in Bossier City, just outside of Shreveport.  Cumber's number appeared on the Marshall phone records at least ten to twelve times.  Not coincidentally, Cumber worked at the hardware store in Shreveport that had exchanged at least twenty calls with the Marshall residence.    

The third telephone number, appearing a few times on the phone records, was for a payphone located outside an Exxon gas station ten miles west of Shreveport.

The Marshall phone records provided Gladstone with more information.  On Thursday, September 6, Rob had called Sarann Kraushaar at work at 9:46 a.m.  At 9:48 a.m., she had called him back from a different line, something she had neglected to mention in her interview.  Their call had lasted ten minutes, until another call had come in for Rob at 9:59 a.m.  That incoming call had come from a payphone at the Airport Motor Inn in Atlantic City.  It would be two days later when Gladstone learned that eight minutes after that 9:59 a.m. call was received, someone had called the payphone at the Airport Motor Inn from a payphone outside a 7-Eleven store five minutes from Rob Marshall's office.

On Tuesday, September 11, the same day Roby Marshall would tell reporters there was no way his father was involved in his mother's death, Detective Danny O'Brien, who had first laid eyes on Rob Marshall in the hospital within hours of Maria's death, traveled to Atlantic City and the Airport Motor Inn.  Looking at the motel's register, he discovered that a James Davis of Shreveport, Louisiana checked in shortly after seven in the morning on Thursday, September 6 and checked out the next day.  Davis had paid the rate for a double occupancy. 

Insurance information began coming in on Tuesday as well.  In addition to two separate $100,000 policies that Rob had taken out on Maria years earlier through his own company, he had taken out a $500,000 policy with the Banner Life Insurance Company in September of 1983; a $500,000 policy with the Manhattan Life Insurance Company in February of 1984; a $100,000 policy with the Firemen's Fund Company in February of 1984; a $100,000 policy with the Minnesota Mutual Life Insurance Company in April of 1984; and then the $100,000 policy that Rob had rushed into effect the week Maria died.  $1.2 million of the insurance policies had been obtained after the affair with Sarann Kraushaar had begun.  

On Thursday, September 14, Gladstone studied records he'd obtained from both a credit check and Harrah's Marina.  The Harrah's report showed that Rob had made 25 visits to the casino between January of 1984 and September 6.  He had played blackjack for roughly ninety-three hours and seven minutes over the course of those visits and his average bet was $131.  He had a credit limit of $10,000 and at the time of Maria's murder he owed the casino $3000.

The $100,000 home equity loan that Rob had forged Maria's signature on had been raised to its $130,000 limit in the spring of 1984.  In April, Rob had taken out a $20,000 loan from the First National Bank of Toms River and another $15,000 in May.  He followed those up with a $30,000 loan from Navy Federal Credit Union and a $12,000 loan from Citibank.  Over the summer he had applied to raise the credit limits on his Visa and MasterCard accounts; both were denied.  

On Friday, September 15, Gladstone discovered that James Davis's trip to Atlantic City the last day of Maria Marshall's life was not his first.  He had traveled to Atlantic City on June 18 but had stayed at the far more luxurious Harrah's Marina.  June 18, perhaps not coincidentally, was the same day that Rob had attempted to acquire a $20,000 term life policy for Maria from Bankers Life in Chicago.

The New Jersey detectives had asked Shreveport detectives to pay a visit to Robert Cumber and see what he had to say, if anything, about Rob and Maria Marshall.  Cumber said that he had met the Marshalls in May in New Jersey at a party for a family friend.  The friend he mentioned, detectives learned, allegedly had ties to organized crime and was also connected to the person Sarann Kraushaar brought up to Rob when he mentioned "taking care of" Maria.  According to Cumber, he had spoken to Rob about IRAs and only IRAs.     

Oyster Creek picnic area, the site of Maria's murder (photo source)

On Tuesday, September 18, Gladstone, Mancusso, and O'Brien flew to Shreveport.  Robert Cumber repeated the same story to them about speaking to Rob Marshall about IRAs.  They had no luck speaking with 49-year-old James Davis, who flatly denied knowing Rob or Maria Marshall or ever setting foot in New Jersey or the Airport Motor Inn, despite what the records said.  

On September 20, detectives were able to get a search warrant for Davis's home, where they found a receipt for a Western Union money order sent to Davis from Toms River on June 25, as well as a piece of paper with a notation that Davis would be receiving a $3,000 money order.  The paper came from a memo pad belonging to the Shreveport hardware store that Robert Cumber worked at.  Davis refused to comment, other than to say it was not in his handwriting, but his wife told detectives to check out a friend of Davis's named Billy Wayne McKinnon.  Forty-one-year-old McKinnon, she said, was a former policeman and the kind of person who would commit murder.   

On September 21, Gladstone found that Davis had received two money orders via Western Union from Toms River in June.  The receipt they had found a day earlier had been the second money order.  The first one, sent on June 13, had been for $2,500 and the sender was Robert O. Marshall.  Although the second money order was sent from a James McAlister, the handwriting on both was identical. 

When Robert Cumber, at the request of detectives, came down to the station around 5 p.m., they read him his rights.  He admitted that James McAlister was a name that Rob Marshall used and that Rob had asked him if he knew of an investigator he could hire as he didn't want to use one locally.  Cumber had suggested Billy Wayne McKinnon.  The multitude of phone calls between the Shreveport hardware store and the Marshall residence were mostly between Rob Marshall and McKinnon; Cumber was merely the go-between.   

At 1:30 a.m. on Saturday, September 22, Robert Cumber became the first person arrested in connection with Maria's murder when he was charged with conspiracy to commit murder.  

Four days later, on September 26, Cumber was indicted by an Ocean County, New Jersey grand jury on the charge of conspiracy to commit murder.  Rob denied knowing Cumber, Davis, or McKinnon although Roby would later admit to having taken a message for his father from a James Davis in the days prior to September 26.  Sarann Kraushaar, on the advice of counsel, ended her 14-month long relationship with Rob after news of Cumber's indictment broke.

On September 27, Rob checked in to the Best Western in Lakewood.  In room 16, the room in which he and Sarann had often conducted their extramarital affair, he recorded messages for each of his sons and one for his brother-in-law, Gene Leahy.  He put the four tapes in an envelope addressed to Leahy with specific instructions on the outside that it was to be opened in the event of his death.  The hotel clerk, familiar with Marshall, had called the Ocean County prosecutor to let the office know where Marshall was.  Detectives were dispatched to the Best Western and took room 17, next door to Marshall.   They observed him buying a can of soda at 10:30 p.m. and dropping an envelope into the outgoing mail at the front desk at 11:30 p.m.  Seeing the notation on the envelope and fearing he might take his own life, they called EMS and then entered his room.  He was asleep on the bed, a photo of Maria with Roby, Chris, and John on the floor beside him.  He said he had mixed 50 Restoril sleeping pills in a can of Coke and intended to kill himself at the same moment that Maria had died on the parkway.  He had stirred the mixture with his finger, which he had licked, but had fallen asleep before actually drinking it.  Nevertheless, he was taken to a hospital and then, at the advice of his attorney, was transferred to a psychiatric facility close to Philadelphia.   

The Tapes

The tapes that Rob made were confiscated by police and listened to on October 2.  In the tapes he had made for his sons he explained that he was taking a "shortcut" out and would hopefully join their mother.  For Roby, he explained that he had instructed Gene Leahy to purchase him a Mustang.  For Chris, it was that Leahy had been instructed to purchase the lease on his Jeep.  For John, it was that Leahy would buy him a Porsche when he turned seventeen.  On the tape addressed to Chris, Marshall ended it with "Please love me."  

If Rob had hoped that the tape addressed to Gene Leahy would document a series of events in which Rob himself had been preyed upon and was a victim of the events leading up to Maria's murder, he failed spectacularly.  He claimed that he and Maria had been working on their financial problems together and that although he was going to leave her for Sarann Kraushaar, they were spending less and he was going to put Maria on an allowance.  Then he bemoaned how he didn't realize how amazing and incredible Maria was and how stupid he had been to walk away from her and how much he missed her every day.  In the next breath, he asked Leahy to tell Sarann how much he loved her, that she needed to quit smoking, and that he was currently in "their" room, room 16, at the Best Western where "I was at my happiest."  Leahy was also instructed to call Sal and Paul Coccaro on Rob's behalf to express his gratitude and love for them, as well as a reminder that Paula's insurance premium was overdue.

The bulk of the recording, and what detectives were waiting to hear, was about Rob's recounting of his involvement.  Rob stressed that in spite of his innocence, he worried that he would be convicted on circumstantial evidence that pointed in his direction.  He said that casino money had been missing and Robert Cumber had recommended an investigator named Billy Wayne McKinnon to look into it.  Rob said he had wired McKinnon $2,500 in June, after which McKinnon came north to New Jersey, and then wired him a second installment of $3,000.  The second time Rob said he said McKinnon was at Harrah's the night Maria was killed, when he gave McKinnon $800.  

Detectives now had a basis to arrest Billy Wayne McKinnon.   

It would take until December 3, after losing a fight for extradition to New Jersey, before McKinnon and James Davis, both under arrest, were delivered to Toms River.  The prosecutor's office, believing the big fish they were after was Rob Marshall, was ready to deal with McKinnon and/or Davis for the right information.  McKinnon, having once been a cop, knew the odds were not in his favor and that he was looking at potentially taking the rap for first-degree murder.  He was ready to talk but only after he heard the tape that Marshall made.  He convinced the authorities that he was not the shooter, had never intended to kill Maria, or anyone else, and that Marshall was only going to be an easy mark to collect thousands of dollars while McKinnon strung him along.  Satisfied that McKinnon was indeed not the triggerman, the tape was played for him.  At the conclusion of the tape, McKinnon commented that Marshall was supposed to say that he and Maria had patched up their marriage and were enjoying a second honeymoon and that before her death, he had no longer needed McKinnon's services as a private investigator.  McKinnon added that Rob Marshall was so stupid that he should be put to death for his stupidity alone.  

McKinnon signed a plea bargain, in which he would admit his part in Maria's murder, give up the name of the shooter, and testify in court, on December 15, 1984.  

On December 19, 1984, in Stanton, Louisiana, a 42-year-old man named Larry Thompson was arrested outside of a hotdog stand and charged with killing Maria.  

That same day, at 2:30 p.m., after being out Christmas shopping, Robert Marshall was arrested.  Bob Gladstone had been told that Rob was pricing tickets from Miami to Costa Rica, where extradition might have proven difficult.     

Rob Marshall under arrest (photo source)

The Trial

The trial of Robert Marshall and Larry Thompson began in the small city of Mays Landing, in Atlantic County, on January 28, 1986.  As both were charged with first-degree murder with special circumstances, the death penalty was on the table and the prosecution announced they were seeking it.  Judge Manuel H. Greenberg presided, Assistant Ocean County Prosecutor Kevin Kelly represented the state, attorney Glenn Zeitz represented Marshall, and attorney Francis Hartman represented Thompson.  In a bizarre turn of events, Thompson's wife Wanda and their teenaged son stayed in the Marshall home during the trial.  

Kevin Kelly outlined the state's case.  They believed that Rob Marshall, drowning in debt and wanting to continue his relationship with his married mistress, had solicited and paid for the murder of his wife in exchange for the $1.5 million (just over $4.3 million in 2023 dollars) in insurance money.  That money, made off of Maria's blood, would allow him to start a new life, unencumbered by both debt and a wife.  

All of the life insurance policies that Marshall had taken out on Maria were introduced into evidence, including the $130,000 policy taken out just hours before she was murdered.  Eight insurance companies testified to Marshall taking out policies in the years before Maria's murder.  

James Davis testified that he had picked up the $5,500 wired by Marshall to Billy Wayne McKinnon that was sent in his name.     

Sarann Kraushaar took the stand to talk about her 14-month long affair with Rob Marshall that ended 18 days after Maria's murder.  According to her, Marshall told her in December of 1983 that he was $300,000 in debt due to Maria's spending and if he could "just get rid of her," the insurance he had on Maria would take care of his debts.  

Billy Wayne McKinnon testifies (photo source)

The state's star witness was Billy Wayne McKinnon.  He testified that he had used James Davis's name during his travels to New Jersey and that he had first met Rob Marshall in June of 1984, at which time he was promised $65,000 (over $186,000 in 2023 dollars) for killing Maria, $22,000 or so of which he eventually received.  He said that Marshall had wanted him to kill Maria on that first meeting in June and again in July.  McKinnon testified that he had planned on stringing Marshall along as far as he could and to continue collecting money, at least until he heard from Larry Thompson that a contract may have been put out on McKinnon for not holding up his end of the bargain.  McKinnon swore that he never intended to shoot Maria but he knew Thompson would have no qualms about doing so.  In September of 1984, he brought Thompson along to New Jersey and it was Thompson who had shot and killed Maria.  According to McKinnon, Marshall had told him that in killing Maria, he did not want anything that would mar or destroy her beauty - no bludgeoning, stabbing, or any kind of sexual assault.  Marshall also refused to allow himself to be shot as part of the cover story and it was only with reluctance that he agreed to let Thompson strike him in the head to bolster the robbery motive.  He did make sure to tell McKinnon to instruct Thompson not to hit him too hard.  He didn't want to any kind of permanent damage or impairment. 

McKinnon added that he had often wondered what Marshall had said to his wife on the way home on that night in July of 1984, that night he had hoped to have Maria executed while he pulled over on the way back to Toms River from Atlantic City with the excuse of using the restroom.  What do you say to your wife, McKinnon mused on the stand, when she's supposed to be dead?  Roby, Chris, and John, all in attendance, cried as they listened to McKinnon's testimony.  

Thompson's attorney told the jury the only reason his client had been charged was because McKinnon needed a fall guy.  All the evidence, he said, pointed to McKinnon, and only McKinnon, as the shooter.  

Rob Marshall (left) and Larry Thompson during their murder trial (photo source)

Thompson, who sat quietly and unemotionally throughout the prosecution's case (and would continue to do the same during much of the defense's case) took the witness stand and said that he had not known of any plot to kill Maria Marshall, nor had he killed her.  Six witnesses, including his brother, his teenaged son, and his wife, followed him to testify that Thompson had been in Louisiana during the time of the murder.  Thompson's defense took roughly two hours of trial time.   

Rob Marshall on the stand (photo source)

Not so with Rob Marshall, who took the stand in his own defense.  He testified that he hired McKinnon not to kill his wife but to investigate what Maria knew or didn't know about his affair with Sarann Kraushaar and what she did with the casino winnings he had given her.  When Kevin Kelly asked him to produce a contract from McKinnon for those investigator services, Marshall had to admit he could not.  The $5,500 that was wired to Louisiana that James Davis had picked up had an innocent explanation according to Marshall.  They were simply payments for bets he'd made on sports games.    

When recounting the murder, he now said that he heard Maria cry out "oh my God!" when he was checking the tire and just before he was struck in the head.  This was news not only to the prosecutor but also to Roby, Chris, and John, who had held on to the hope that their mother had been asleep when she was shot and never knew what was happening.

Kevin Kelly had noticed that Marshall had faithfully worn his wedding ring during the trial and it made him unnaturally angry, feeling that Rob was playing at being the grief-stricken husband.  Using Marshall's prior testimony of "undying love" for Maria, Kelly asked him why Maria's ashes were still in a cardboard box at the funeral home if he loved his wife so much.  Marshall, who had had time to vacation in Florida and begin two affairs following the end of his relationship with Sarann Kraushaar (including one with Karen Odell, a married Toms River woman who had been friends with Maria and Rob) in the three months between Maria's funeral and his arrest, had no answer.  

Closing arguments were delivered on Monday, March 3, 1986.  Kevin Kelly ended his with a pronouncement that there was a special place in hell for the cowardly, greedy, and self-centered Marshall, who had put his own sons on the stand in an attempt to save his own skin.  Marshall shook his head while his sons sobbed and cried audibly before turning around in his seat to smile at them.  Whereas before they had always offered their father support (at least publicly) and acknowledged the "I love you" signs Rob had penned on the backs of manilla folders he held up so his sons (and the assorted media) could see, by this last day of trial Roby, Chris, and John kept their heads down, none of them meeting their father's eyes.  

The Verdicts

On Wednesday, March 5, 1986 at 11:15 a.m., the jury reached their verdicts.  For the charge against Larry Thompson, they found him not guilty.  Thompson smiled, shook his attorney's hand, and once he was told by Judge Greenberg he was free to leave, crossed the courtroom to shake the hand of prosecutor Kevin Kelly before departing with his wife.  

  

The verdict for Thompson gave Rob Marshall's supporters hope that he too would be found not guilty, but their hope died quickly.  The jury found him guilty of first-degree murder.   Marshall collapsed and was taken by ambulance to a local hospital.  With nothing found to be wrong, he was returned to the Mays Landing courthouse where, at 1:30 p.m., the sentencing phase commenced with the same jury.  Only two outcomes were possible for him:  a life sentence with eligiblity for parole after 30 years or death by lethal injection.  

Following a half-hour presentation by Kevin Kelly and Glenn Zeitz in which neither side called any witnesses, the jury took 90 minutes to decide on punishment - death.  Chris, the only one of Rob's sons to remain in the courtroom, heard the pronouncement without tears.    

(Photo source)

The End of the Case . . . Eventually

Robert Cumber was tried for his part in Maria's murder in June of 1986.  Offered a deal in which he would go free after pleading guilty to conspiracy to commit insurance fraud, he turned it down, believing he would not be convicted.  He also thought after being acquitted he could file a lawsuit against Ocean County for false arrest. 

Instead, he was found guilty of conspiracy to commit murder and on September 11, 1986 sentence (some thought excessively harshly) to life imprisonment.  On January 19, 2006, he received clemency from Governor Richard Codey after serving almost 20 years of his sentence.  He returned to Louisiana, now 68 years old, minus the vision in one eye, and with no one but his wife and daughter still talking to him.   

Robert Cumber (photo source)

Following the Marshall trial, Billy Wayne McKinnon testified in Robert Cumber's trial.  He was then sentenced by Judge Greenberg to five years in prison but served only months in accordance with his plea agreement.  He entered the Federal Witness Protection Program but stayed in a matter of weeks, finding it overly constrictive and not conducive to his style.  He returned to Louisiana and his various business ventures.   

Sarann Kraushaar resigned from her job at the high school shortly after news of her affair with Rob Marshall broke.  She and her husband reconciled, opened a chain of Blockbuster Video stores, and eventually left New Jersey to move to Florida. 

Maria's father, Dr. Vincent Puszynski, suffered a heart attack during his former son-in-law's trial.  He recovered and planned to look after his grandsons and protect them from their "snake" of a father but in February of 1987, suffered a second and fatal heart attack.  Maria's mother Helen lived until 1995, after some years of suffering with senility.  

Writer Joe McGinniss, who attended the trial, published a book about the case in 1989, called Blind Faith (which became a bestseller and was eventually adapted into an Emmy-nominated 1990 miniseries of the same name). 

Not to be outdone, and while going through the appeals process, Rob Marshall wrote a book called Tunnel Vision: Trial & Error in 2002.  The book was little more than his attempt to show that he was framed and not guilty of the crime he was convicted of.  As the Son of Sam law prevented him from profiting from his crime, it was his son John that published and marketed the book.    

Robert Marshall, convicted killer (photo source) 

 

After sitting on New Jersey's death row for 18 years, Rob Marshall was granted a new sentencing due to a federal court decision regarding ineffective counsel in his original 1986 trial.  The current prosecutor elected not to retry the death penalty phase of the Marshall case and on August 18, 2006.  Marshall was resentenced to 30 years with the possibility of parole in 2014.

In January of 2015, he was approved for a parole board hearing set for March 18, 2015.  Both Roby and Chris Marshall vowed to speak in front of the board and against their father's release.  It turned out to be a moot point, as Robert Marshall died in prison on February 21, 2015 following a stroke and poor health.  He was 75 years old.   

Larry Thompson, convicted killer (photo source)

After being acquitted, Larry Thompson had driven to the Marshall home in Toms River to collect his wife's belongings.  While there, he had spoken to the press assembled outside wearing a red Philadelphia Phillies baseball cap he found inside the residence that had belonged to Maria.  After  returning to Louisiana, he and his wife filed a $50 million lawsuit against the prosecutors and the investigators for the violation of Thompson's civil rights by malicious prosecution and wrongful arrest and for Wanda Thompson's loss of her husband's company.  Following a two-week trial in May of 1988, a Louisiana jury rejected the claims.  Thompson wrote a letter to John Marshall, Maria and Rob's youngest son, telling him that he was welcome to come visit the Thompson family, or even live with them, at any time (something John Marshall did not take the Thompsons up on). 

After returning to Louisiana, Thompson returned to his life of crime.  Luck finally ran out for him in 2003, when he was convicted for his part in an armored car robbery and the attempted murder of a Shreveport police officer.  In 2014, at the age of 71 and after serving 12 years of his 50-year sentence, Thompson finally admitted that he had indeed been the triggerman that put two slugs in Maria Marshall's back.  He recounted this to James Churchill, a retired chief from the Ocean County, New Jersey prosecutor's office with the same lack of emotion he had displayed during the 1986 trial.  He admitted his witnesses, including his wife, son, and brother, who claimed he had been in Louisiana at the time of the Marshall murder, had lied on the stand in order to give him an alibi.  Due to double jeopardy, Thompson could never be retried or prosecuted for Maria's murder.  With New Jersey's statute of limitations for perjury being five years, charges could not be brought against the people who had lied to provide him a false alibi.  

Thompson also admitted to a bank robbery, 33 night depository box robberies and three armored car robberies throughout the U.S., as well as burning down two businesses, a former meat market, and a residence in Louisiana.  

He offered up the solution to a 1979 cold case for which he had long been the prime suspect.  On January 1, 1979, 32-year-old Deanna Elliot Montgomery had been sitting in the passenger seat of a car driven by her husband, James Haywood Montgomery, when she was killed by a shotgun blast to the back of her head.  Like Maria, Deanna was a pretty blonde whose husband had taken out life insurance on her shortly before her murder and also like Maria, she was a loving mother, leaving behind a 12-year-old daughter.   

Deanna Montgomery (photo source)

Investigators at the time believed that Thompson was involved, as he and James Montgomery were friends, but they couldn't prove it.  The case went cold until Thompson confessed that he had killed Deanna after being promised $15,000 by her husband to do so.  

Thompson confessed to two further murders; Larry Wayne Lester, who he shot to death on June 15, 1988 in Dolet Hills, Louisiana and Chester Underwood, also shot to death, on June 25, 1979 in Harrison County, Texas.  

By his own admission, although he provided no details, he had killed even more.  

Per his plea deal, Thompson was sentenced to 21 years in 2016.  

John, Roby, and Chris circa 1986 (photo source) 

Within days of their father's conviction, Roby, Chris, and John Marshall went to the funeral home in Toms River where their mother's ashes, in a cardboard box, had sat in a desk drawer since September of 1984.  After claiming her ashes, they had them buried in a plot at St. Joseph's Cemetery.  For her headstone, they chose words she herself had written for Roby: "Our greatest glory consists not in never falling but in rising every time we fall."    

Roby Marshall moved west and served as a consultant for the 1990 miniseries Blind Faith.  He became close with actress Joanna Kerns, who portrayed Maria.  She introduced him to actress Tracey Gold, who portrayed her daughter on the television show Growing Pains.  Roby and Tracey married in 1994 and are parents to four sons.  They live in California, where Roby works as a teacher.  

Chris Marshall graduated from Lehigh University and served as their varsity swim coach for a time before becoming Cornell University's Senior Vice President of Alumni Affairs.  He eventually opened his own consulting firm.

John Marshall, only 13 years old when his mother was murdered, remained convinced that his father was innocent and the only one of the three boys to remain steadfast in support of Rob Marshall.  He married at 17 and became a father shortly thereafter to a daughter that was given the middle name of Maria.  Divorced and the father of two, he continued to support his father throughout the appeals process and up until Rob's death.  

Following the airing of the miniseries about their mother's murder and their father's involvement, Roby and Chris told the media they were done discussing the case - a promise they kept until their father was granted a parole hearing in early 2015.  Then, 49-year-old Roby and 48-year-old Chris, who had cut their father completely from their lives, fought against his release.  Advocating for their mother, they described her as having been their closest friend, strongest supporter, and biggest fan.   

Maria's final resting place (photo source)

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