Showing posts with label 1995 murders. Show all posts
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November 29, 2021

The Texas Cadet Murder

Victim Adrianne Jones (photo source


"There are not any winners in this case."

Judge Joe Drago

The field (photo source

The Body in the Field

It was around 7 a.m. on the morning of Monday, December 4, 1995, just light outside, when Gary Foster left his home, headed to a row of mailboxes to deposit an envelope before starting his day.  Foster was a farmer and made daily checks on the southern edge of his property on Seeton Road, where dilapidated buildings were.  He stored tools there and made it a practice to watch for vandals.  

Foster's farm was located on the outskirts of Cedar Hills, a suburb of Dallas, 16 miles and seemingly a world away.  Often called the "hill country of Dallas," its nearly 36 square miles is dotted with native evergreen trees and antennas - its elevation makes it a prime location for the antennas of local television and radio stations.  Boasting a much slower pace of life than Dallas, Cedar Hills was known for a deadly 1856 tornado and a 1932 bank robbery committed by a sidekick of the infamous Bonnie and Clyde.  

December 4 was just another day for Foster as he drove by the outer edges of the Joe Pool Lake recreation area which was ringed by barbed wire in an effort to keep trespassers out.  His own property, which abutted Joe Pool Lake, had a barbed-wire gate which Foster was certain he had secured the night before.  This morning, however, it was askew.  Believing that his land was visited by late-night loiterers, he headed toward the gate to fix it before he lost some of his cattle.  He was nearly at the gate when he saw what he took at first to be a lump in the grass.  The more he focused, the clearer the image became and Foster realized he was looking at a human body.  

Only when he drove closer and pulled up even with the gate was he able to tell that it was a young woman.  She wore a white sweatshirt, blue and green plaid flannel shorts and white socks - no shoes.  Her arms were at her side and the toe of one of her socks was snagged on a single barb of wire, giving the appearance that it was holding her somehow.  She had blonde hair which was bloody from the horrific injuries she had sustained to her face and head.  A bullet wound was visible on her left cheek and another to her forehead, almost between the eyes.  As if that wasn't enough, she had been hit so hard on the left side of her head that her skull directly above her left ear was nearly caved in.  The combined damage of the gunshots and the bludgeoning made her nearly unrecognizable.  

Gary Foster raced back home to yell to his wife that someone had dumped a body on their property and then promptly called 911.

Adrianne in a glamour shot weeks before her murder (photo source)


Adrianne

Twelve miles from the Foster farm, in the suburb of Mansfield, Linda Jones awoke around 6 a.m. to the ringing sound of an alarm clock coming from her daughter Adrianne's bedroom.  

The Jones family -  Linda, husband Bill, Adrianne and her two younger brothers - had moved from Dallas to Mansfield in 1984 in search of a safer place for Linda and Bill to bring up their children.  Mansfield fit the bill.  A former farming community, in 1984 it was home to an indoor rodeo and antique stores that ran along Main Street.  The majority of the families who lived on the street the Joneses bought on also had children and they fit right in.  It was peaceful and livable with relatively low crime and close enough to the Dallas-Fort Worth area for work or other big city needs.   

With Adrianne as their oldest child and only daughter, they had been fortunate.  She was an honors student, popular and outgoing, and at sixteen years old, her teenaged rebellions had been mostly minor.  Like most kids her age, her desire to assert her growing independence countered Bill and Linda's parenting decisions.  Only a few months earlier, at the start of her sophomore year at Mansfield High, was Adrianne allowed to stay out past nine o'clock on the weekends.  The fact that Adrianne was very pretty and boys were quickly noticing her, attention that Adrianne enjoyed, did not alleviate Bill's watchful eye.   During that autumn of 1995, she had snuck out of the house at night a few times to visit friends, including her best friend, who lived next door, leading Bill - who had caught her -  to, at least temporarily, nail her window shut.  Bill was strict, oftentimes requesting that Adrianne produce the ticket stub for the movie she said she was going out to see, or the ticket from Six Flags Over Texas in nearby Arlington.  

Although rambunctious and spirited, Adrianne was a hard worker.  She studied two hours a night for her honors and advanced courses and already had her college of choice - Texas A&M, where she wanted to study to become a behavioral analyst. She also had an after-school job (around 20 hours a week) at the Golden Fried Chicken fast food restaurant, where her perky personality and sense of humor made her coworkers laugh and pegged her as the manager's favorite employee.  

She was also an athlete who would often get up in the morning to run or jog before school.  Adrianne had previously played for Mansfield High's soccer team but a knee injury benched her and so she moved over to the cross-country team where, in November, she helped them qualify for a regional meet in Lubbock.  By December, she was excitedly waiting for her letterman's jacket.  


When Linda went into Adrianne's room, with the alarm clock still insistently buzzing, she noted the usual jumble of activity in a teenage girl's room: soccer posters on the wall, a Mickey Mouse phone, a bookcase with a smattering of Stephen King novels, and a stereo that was almost always belting out Pearl Jam and Annie Lennox.  Linda noted that Adrianne's waterbed was made and her running shoes were there on the floor.  Still, she figured her daughter must have gotten up early to go jog or run and had forgotten to turn off the alarm.  

One by one, other members of the Jones household woke and began their day.  Adrianne did not return or appear.  Linda got worried enough to call the police after 8 a.m. when Adrianne's ride to school showed up and left without her.  She knew Adrianne would never miss school.  

Linda also called Adrianne's cross-country coach, Lee Ann Burke, as the night before the teen had received a call past her normal telephone curfew time from a "David from cross-country."  Burke confirmed that there was indeed a David on the cross-country team but she was puzzled that he would even be friends with Adrianne, much less call her.  His name was David Graham and he was a senior,  a uniformed member of the honor guard, battalion commander of the Junior ROTC program and an honors student that was headed to the Air Force Academy following graduation.  

David was found in his second-period math class and asked if he had called Adrianne the previous night.  He said no and questioned as to why he would call her and that appeared to be that.  

The Mansfield police, as part of their investigation into the missing girl, had contacted the principal of Mansfield High, who recruited the two associate principals to begin making calls in an effort to locate Adrianne.  Kids being reported missing was not completely unusual and everyone thought that Adrianne would be safely back at home that day.


By 8:30 over by Joe Pool Lake, it was 63 degrees and the area was buzzing with police from the nearby Grand Prairie, detectives, patrol units and a crime scene unit.   The victim was still unidentified but they were fairly certain she was a teenager.  Detectives noted that a clump of blonde hair was on a rusty barb a few feet above the ground, likely from the victim.  Given that, and the fact that her foot was still dangling from a barb, they believed she had fallen over the barbed wire fence.  The absence of any shoes made them question if she had been killed elsewhere and dumped by Gary Foster's field but the bloody scratch marks to her legs, and a blood smear on her left thigh, almost certainly made by the barbed wire indicated that she was very much alive, with her heart pumping, when she made contact with the fence.  

They also noted that she had bruises around her neck, suggesting that someone had held her by the neck and the girl had struggled mightily for her life.  Additionally, the knuckles of her left hand were bruised and bloodied, as if she had deflected a blow or hit something.   Her right hand, resting on the ground at her side, was clenching the grass.  The back of it was smeared with blood, as if she had attempted to wipe it away as it was streaming from her head before collapsing.

The girl had not died an easy nor a painless death.  She was tagged Jane Doe and taken to the Tarrant County Medical Examiner's Office to await an examination and, hopefully, a quick identification.

      

Dr. Marc Krouse began his preliminary examination around one o'clock that afternoon.  He noted that body was that of a well-nourished and normally developed Caucasian female who stood 5'3" and weighed 116 pounds.  He found no evidence of sexual assault or genital trauma but she had suffered extensive injuries elsewhere.  

She had bruises and scrapes around her neck and bruises around her jaw that were consistent with strangulation, although she had fought her way free of that.  Her left hand was bruised and the index finger was broken.  She suffered a series of abrasions and superficial puncture wounds to her legs.  Her left thigh had a long cut and her left knee had cuts and bruises.  Her right knee, shin, calf and foot also had multiple cuts.  Her face has been covered by the flowing blood and she had dried blood in her nose and mouth.  

She had suffered an inch-wide gash above her left ear, a "blunt traumatic head injury," that had shattered her skull, leaving bone fragments three-quarters of an inch deep embedded in her brain.  That blow, in Dr. Krouse's opinion, had been perimortem, occurring at or very close to her time of death.  

She had also suffered bullet wounds which in and of themselves were mortally devastating.  Faint powder stipling was found on her face by the wound to her left cheek, indicating that this shot had been delivered close-range.  It had done horrific damage to her nasal cavity, cranial cavity, and the front lobe of the brain.  This bullet had exited the back of her head, nearly two inches higher than where it had entered, and had left an inch-and-a-half hole in her skull, cracking it, and sending fracture lines in three different directions across the back of her head.  

Dr. Krouse could not say with certainty which bullet wound had been delivered first but the shot to her forehead was more vicious in its trajectory.  It too had light powder stipling but none of the soot within the wound nor the muzzle imprint that indicated the gun had been pressed to her head.  This bullet had torn through her head, destroying her brain mass and nerve tissues before exiting the back of her head explosively.       

In her hair, Dr. Krouse found a large caliber bullet.


Just before four o'clock that afternoon, the Grand Prairie forensic unit was alerted to the reports of the missing Adrianne Jones.  Using a photograph of Adrianne provided by her worried parents, Dr. Krouse compared it to the body lying on his table and gave only a grim nod as his answer.


As happens with many cases, the rumors began almost as soon as Adrianne was identified.  It was said that Adrianne was grabbed while jogging.  That she had gone to a rave in Denton and met up with the wrong person or people.  That she knew some secret that she was killed over.  That drugs were involved.  That Adrianne had ratted out a friend for getting drunk at a party and the friend had killed Adrianne in retaliation.  Even Gary Foster, who had the misfortune to discover her body, worried that Adrianne's killer or killers might assume that he and his family saw something and would return to their isolated property to tie up loose ends.  

The kids that went to school with Adrianne alternated between crying and raging.  They didn't understand why this had happened to the free-spirited Adrianne any more than the police did.


A Suspect

There was one story that continued to bubble up.  A year before Adrianne had been killed, a friend of hers by the name of Kristin Clark had been beaten with a baseball bat and nearly killed when a fourteen-year-old girl named "Tara" had suspected that Clark had slept with her boyfriend.  (The attack ended with "Tara" shooting and wounding her boyfriend.)  Adrianne had testified against "Tara" and the girl had been heard to threaten Adrianne over that testimony.  Did that girl somehow make good on her threat?  Or had Adrianne gotten herself into a similar triangle?

The police talked to "Tara" and discovered she had a solid alibi.  She also passed the polygraph test administered to her. 

Bill and Linda Jones suggested the police talk to a recent boyfriend of Adrianne's by the name of Tracy.  Bill and Linda thought it odd that Tracy had not reached out to the Jones family in any way since Adrianne's death.  Like "Tara," Tracy too passed a polygraph.

He did give police an interesting lead.  He said that he had been out of town with his folks on the weekend that Adrianne was killed.  He had been speaking to her on the night of December 3 when another call beeped in.  Adrianne clicked over to take it and when she returned, she told Tracy that it was a "Bryan" who was depressed and wanted to meet up with her that night to talk.  

The cops dug further and found a Bryan McMillen who worked at an Eckerd's drug store next to a Subway sandwich shop that Adrianne had once worked in.  According to Adrianne's friends and family, Bryan had become infatuated with Adrianne while she worked at the Subway, dropping in to see her so often that she would duck her head and hide behind the counter.  

Interest in Bryan heightened when it was discovered that the seventeen-year-old took four different kinds of medication to battle clinical depression.  When questioned, Bryan at first denied knowing anyone named Adrianne Jones.  After admitting that he had indeed known who Adrianne was, he was asked if he had spoken to her on the night she was murdered.  Bryan said it was possible but he really couldn't remember as he had been drinking that night.  Since it was the first night in six months he had drank, he had gotten intoxicated.  Asked why he had been drinking, Bryan said it was because all his friends had girlfriends, leaving him the odd man out.  The cops pushed further.  Could Bryan have gone to Adrianne's house that night?  He replied that he could have but he didn't remember.  He also volunteered that he could have taken her somewhere but he just didn't remember.

Before dawn on December 15, 1995, armed police officers arrived at the McMillen home with a search warrant.   His pickup truck was impounded and Bryan himself was arrested for murder.  

Bryan's father claimed that Bryan had been home with him all evening on December 3.  Bryan's friends were amazed that he could seriously be considered a murder suspect; he was, according to them, a gentle kid who would never resort to violence of any kind.  

Bryan McMillan spent Christmas and New Year's behind bars before anyone thought about giving him a polygraph examination, which he "passed with flying colors."  He was released and rumors about who killed Adrianne and why continued.


Life went on for Mansfield's residents.  The Jones family spent a painful Christmas, their first without Adrianne.  Not knowing how to deal with their pain, they chose different means.  Adrianne's bedroom light was often left on, as though she might return any moment.  Friends who drove by the Jones home were disconcerted seeing Adrianne's room from the street, lit up, her soccer posters clearly visible, as well as the vanity table where she would spend so much time doing her makeup.  Linda sought out psychics in an attempt to learn what had happened to Adrianne, and wore an article of her clothing or one of her belongings every day, trying to keep her daughter's memory close.  She also began driving to Joe Pool Lake, where Adrianne had taken her last breath, in hopes that the killer or killers would return.  Bill Jones refused to discuss his daughter or the murder.    

Months went by.  June 18 was Adrianne's seventeenth birthday, the same month that her classmates graduated from their sophomore year of high school.   By that summer of 1996, nearly 300 interviews had been conducted and the investigation slowed to a crawl.  It seemed that the murder of Adrianne Jones would never be solved.  


Confession

Fourteen hundred miles east of Mansfield, Texas, Annapolis, Maryland is steeped very deep in American history from being a temporary capitol of the country for a year in the late 1700s to being a port of entry and a major center of the Atlantic slave trade.  St. John's College is located in Annapolis, one of the oldest institutions of higher learning in the country.  Annapolis is also home to the United States Naval Academy, established in 1845.  The Naval Academy is for the cream of the crop academically (in 2021, it was ranked the no. 1 public school by U.S. News & World Report) and its admission requirements are strict:  candidates must be between seventeen and twenty-three years of age, unmarried, with no children, and of good moral character.  

For the fall 1996 semester, the Naval Academy received nearly 10,000 applications of which 1,212 were accepted.  Of those 1,212 acceptances, only 200 were women.  One of those women was Diane Zamora, who had been nominated by Representative Pete Geren.   

Diane Zamora (photo source

Eighteen-year-old Diane, from Crowley, Texas, was matched to room with fellow freshmen Mandy Gotch and Jennifer McKearney and it was to her two roommates that she unloaded an unbelievable tale on Saturday, August 24.  Gotch and McKearney were discussing how committed Diane and her boyfriend seemed and at point mentioned that the two would likely do anything for each other.  Diane agreed, saying that they had even killed for each other.  To her stunned roommates she said that her boyfriend had cheated on her and she had instructed him to kill that other girl, which he had.  Her boyfriend was David Graham.  

Gotch and McKearney didn't know that Diane had told the same tale multiple times to her squad leader, Jay Guild.  

The Naval Academy has a very strict honor code which requires midshipmen to immediately report another midshipman who lies, cheats, or breaks the law in any way.  Jay Guild liked Diane and didn't want to believe it and chose not to report her, an action that would eventually cause him to be forced to resign from the Academy over his silence.  McKearney and Gotch had no such qualms.  They went to a Navy chaplain the following day and the chaplain contacted a Navy attorney, who began contacting police agencies in the Dallas-Fort Worth area to see if they had an unsolved murder of a teenage girl.  On August 29, he called the Grand Prairie Police Department who confirmed they did indeed have the murder of a teenage girl on their books.  On August 30, detectives from Grand Prairie caught a flight to Annapolis.

Diane admitted nothing to the detectives, telling them she had been so insecure as a freshman over the summer that she thought her story of murder would make her look tougher.  The detectives didn't buy it but they had no evidence with which to hold her on.  The Navy suspended her, at least temporarily, until the matter could be straightened out and sent her home to Crowley.  

Detectives spoke to Jay Guild, who admitted that Diane had told him the story about killing the girl David had cheated with roughly ten different times.  According to Guild, Diane felt the girl deserved it and stated that if given the opportunity, she would do it again.   

Detectives decided to talk to David Graham.  Following his graduation from Mansfield High School, he had entered the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs after receiving a recommendation from Congressman Martin Frost.  He successfully completed his Basic Cadet Training over the summer and kept in touch with Diane via phone calls and emails.  Rather amazingly, David had been interviewed in the early days of the investigation into Adrianne's murder, given that he was on the cross-country team with her and his name was David.  At the time he had professed no knowledge of what had happened to Adrianne and even became teary when talking about her death.  He had been such an unlikely suspect and made such little impression on the cops that they didn't even give him a polygraph exam.   

Now, detectives began digging into the backgrounds of Diane and David.  

Born in Crowley, Texas, about 45 miles southwest of Dallas, Diane was the eldest of four children and like Adrianne Jones, had been incredibly disciplined, oftentimes waking before six a.m. each morning to study before school.  As her father had difficulty keeping regular employment as an electrician and her mother worked multiple jobs to support the family, much of the responsibilities of the three younger children fell on Diane's shoulders.  The Zamora family was also very religious, beliefs which they installed in their children, one of which was to refrain from sexual activity until marriage.  These religious beliefs warred with the reality of the Zamora home, where Diane's father had affairs outside of his marriage, issues of which she was aware as she grew up.    

When Diane was in the third grade, her interest in the military sparked.  By the next year, she announced to her family that she was going to be an astronaut and sent off for information from NASA.  By high school, she kept a spiral-bound notebook with a list of achievement she had to accomplish in order to get a scholarship.  She joined clubs that would help her military aspirations, like the National Honors Society, Key Club and student council, played flute in the marching band and ran track.  But Diane was not social like Adrianne Jones nor popular.  She was too focused on her goals to work at friends or boyfriends although her classmates described her as "not unfriendly."   She carried around a knapsack with schoolbooks in it at all times in the event she had time to kill with studying.  She got a job at a local clothing store that catered to teen girls, making use of the discount in order to dress trendy.  At some point in high school, the knowledge of her father's infidelity, which clashed with lectures to be a "good girl," and combined with her self-doubt and self-loathing led Diane to begin cutting herself, slashing at her arms and repeating how much she hated her life. 

Diane had initially met David at a Civil Air Patrol Meeting when they were both around fourteen.  The Civil Air Patrol is an Air Force auxiliary organization that teaches the basics of military life, in addition to running search and rescue missions for downed aircraft.  Both teens regularly attended the weekly meetings at an airfield south of Fort Worth.  


David and Diane in June of 1996 (photo source)

Unlike Diane and Adrianne, David was the baby of his family with three older siblings.  He saw his first air show in Brownsville when he was six and it sealed his interest in the military; he was determined to become a pilot.  He wanted to join the Air Patrol immediately but had to wait until he was 12, joining immediately following his birthday.  As the child of two parents, he excelled academically.  Reportedly, he could sleep through a class and awaken to answer a teacher's question correctly.  He was perhaps best known around his school though for his unfailingly polite and courteous behavior (always addressing people as "sir" and "ma'am"), his erect stance and military haircut.  He was, fittingly, the battalion commander in his school's Junior ROTC program and joined Mansfield High's track team after a failed attempt on the football team (he reportedly didn't have the necessary "ferocity" to make it in Texas football).  He also worked on weekends at the local Winn Dixie grocery store.   Many of his female classmates thought of David as a catch but he appeared to be focused on his future - at least until he and Diane began dating.

His parents separated and divorced.  His mother reportedly moved out of the family home and to Houston because she feared David's volatile temper.  

A friend of David's revealed that David had lost his virginity to another ROTC cadet, one that was from outside of the Dallas area.  David had been determined to see the girl again and make a relationship out of what had been a fling and his friend suggested that he find someone closer to home.  Then he reconnected with Diane.  

Although Diane and David initially met in 1991, they didn't begin to date until August 1995, right before the start of their senior years.  Diane had had a boyfriend her sophomore year of high school but had dumped him when he became hell-bent on having sex with her.  Other than him, she had little experience dating, oftentimes asking to be home by 8:30 so that she could study.  With David, almost from the start their relationship was an obsessive, passionate one.   Although Diane attended Crowley High School and David, Manfield High School, he would often drive to Crowley to sit with Diane after school while she did her homework.  Many times, the Zamora household would receive a phone call from the Graham household, looking for David and requesting that he return home.  The Zamoras attended church every Sunday and when David would accompany them, he would dress in t-shirt, combat pants and boots and keep his arms firmly around Diane throughout the service.  Diane and David spoke on the phone multiple times each day, signing off with the same "Greenish-brown female sheep," which translated to Olive Ewe, or I love you.  If Diane were attending an event at school, David would call every hour until she returned.  If David were late calling her, Diane would tearfully call his house, fearful that something had happened to him.  When they were apart, Diane spoke endlessly of David.         

In September, the two announced to their families that they were engaged and planned to marry on August 13, 2000, following their college graduations.  David sold several of his hunting rifles to purchase an engagement ring for Diane.  Up until that point, the relationship had not been consummated as Diane had been firm about waiting until marriage.  Once engaged, however, she changed her mind and lost her virginity to David.  If anything, becoming sexually intimate created feelings of guilt in Diane and made both of them more possessive and jealous.  


When detectives arrived in Colorado Springs on September 4, David said he couldn't believe why Diane would tell such a story and denied having anything to do with Adrianne's murder.  He agreed to take a polygraph test, which he failed.  The detectives had spoken to a mutual friend of Diane's and David's who told them of the couple coming to his house very early on the morning of December 4, 1995.  Both appeared to be upset, with blood on their clothing.  They changed clothing and held each other, praying for forgiveness, and swore the friend to secrecy, which he kept until detectives questioned him.  When confronted with this, along with an admonition from Air Force officers that told David he had a duty to reveal the truth, he broke.  He sat at a word processor and produced a four-and-a-half-page confession that was both shocking and filled with prose more fitting to a romance novel.

In it, David alleged that in November of 1995, following a track meet in Lubbock, he had given Adrianne a ride home - only they hadn't gone straight to her house.  She had directed him to a nearby school parking lot, where he said they had sex.  Following that brief and alleged encounter, David said he was tormented with "guilt and shame."  His "perfect" and "pure" relationship with Diane was tainted and defiled by "the one girl who had stolen away from us our purity."  He confessed to Diane on December 1 (a date Diane noted her in her date book, along with November 4 for "Lubbock," and 1:38 a.m. on December 4 for "Adrianne"), who had "screamed sobs I wouldn't have thought possible" for an hour.  According to David, it wasn't just jealousy.  Diane had been "betrayed, deceived, and forgotten."  Diane had rammed her head repeatedly into the wall and floor, her violent explosion turning on herself rather than David.  She then gave him an ultimatum:  Kill Adrianne to atone for his sins.  If he did not, he would never see Diane again and she might even kill herself.  While David said he could not believe she was asking that of him, he also said that "her beautiful eyes have always played the strings of my heart effortlessly.  I couldn't imagine life without her.  Not for a second did I want to lose her."  And so he agreed, adding "I didn't have any harsh feelings for Adrianne.  But no one could stand between me and Diane."   He had, he said, "thought long and hard about how to carry out the crime.  I was stupid but I was in love."  

A Plan for Murder

The plan had been to convince Adrianne to come out to David's car and drive her out to Joe Pool Lake.  Once there, they would break Adrianne's neck and sink her body in the lake with weights.  David had called her on the night of December 3, 1995, saying he wanted to see her.   (According to Diane's confession, he suggested another hook up).  He was in a green Mazda Protege, the Zamoras' car, and Diane had hidden in the hatchback, unseen by Adrianne.  Despite her father having nailed her window shut, Adrianne had managed to sneak out of the house, dressed in a sweatshirt and flannel sleep shorts, socks and no shoes.  David drove the car out to Joe Pool Lake and at some point, Adrianne reclined the front passenger seat.  After stopping at the pre-chosen spot, David was holding Adrianne as if he was going to kiss her when Diane rose up from the back of the car.  According to Diane's confession, Adrianne "kind of freaked out" when she saw Diane and David held her down, stating that the two of them just wanted to talk to her.  Both David and Diane struggled to get ahold of the neck of the wriggling and fighting Adrianne, who proved more difficult than either had thought.  Diane claimed she asked Adrianne point blank if she had had sex with David and Adrianne admitted she had but said that she had not gotten any pleasure from it as she felt guilty, which Diane claimed led her to scream at David all over again.  After a brief struggle between David and Adrianne, in which he unsuccessfully attempted to break her neck, Diane picked up one of the two 25-pound weights they had brought along to sink the body and tried to strike Adrianne with it.  Diane missed twice before making contact and hitting Adrianne in the head.  Having seen his fair share of murders on television or on film where the victim was dealt one quick blow to the head and died, David found the reality of bludgeoning someone to be far different.  Adrianne did not die immediately, nor did she lose consciousness.  Bleeding heavily from her horrific wound, Adrianne had managed to slide herself out the open car window and in a state of shock, stumbled away from the car.  David had grabbed a Marakov 9 mm handgun he had brought along for the task and "to our relief," discovered that Adrianne was too injured from her wound to go far.  She had managed to make it into Gary Foster's field, falling over the barbed wire fence and collapsing, but still alive.  According to Diane's later statement, David had returned to the car and informed his girlfriend that Adrianne was dead.  Diane doubted it and instructed David to shoot her.  David, according to Diane was "panicky," but he hunted down Adrianne as if she were prey, and pointed the gun at her face, firing twice.   Returning to the car, he and Diane exchanged "I love yous" and drove off.  It was then that Diane said, "We shouldn't have done that, David."  

         

David under arrest, September 6, 1996 (photo source)

On September 6, 1996, David Graham, in Colorado, and Diane Zamora, in Texas, were arrested for capital murder and both were taken to the Tarrant County (Texas) jail to await their trials.   During the months they were held there, they wrote thousands of letters back and forth to each other and David began correspondent college courses.   Both seemed to believe that their trials were an inconvenience and that they would eventually be free and would marry.  

The gun used to shoot Adrianne, along with the two dumbbells, was recovered from the Grahams' attic.  It was when the police confronted Diane with this evidence, that she eventually confessed to the police, her story lining up with David's.   


Diane on the witness stand with the gun used to shoot Adrianne (photo source)

On Trial

Diane was tried first in February of 1998 in a Fort Worth courtroom before Judge Joe Drago III.  Before the proceedings started, Adrianne's mother Linda asked that the death penalty not be sought against Diane or David.  

In a trial that lasted two weeks, Court TV and other national media outlets showed up to broadcast the trial gavel to gavel, that included a psychiatrist who testified that Diane was "psychopathically deviant and paranoid," angry, resentful and argumentative and who had different societal views than the average person.  The prosecutors introduced David's statement from September of 1996, the one he provided after 30 hours of interrogation, as proof that Diane had some sort of control over him and was able to convince him to murder Adrianne in order not to lose her.  One of Diane's friends from high school, Kristina Mason, was called by the prosecution to testify that a week or so after Adrianne's murder Diane had told her that she had ordered David to kill Adrianne in order to prove his love for her.  Mason had neglected to contact authorities and lied in depositions in fear of what might happen to her.  Diane's former Naval Academy roommates also testified, stating that Diane had been not one bit remorseful when talking of Adrianne's death and that the teenager had deserved to die for what she had done, i.e, taking something that had belonged to someone else.   Jennifer McKearney added that Diane had told her that "anyone who got between her and David would have to die."  

The defense put on a case in which they presented Diane as a victim of the controlling and violent David, who had used his indiscretion with Adrianne as a means of manipulating Diane further.  They cast doubt on David's alleged tryst with Adrianne, suggesting instead that David had fabricated the entire event.  The defense's psychiatrist believed that Diane was a troubled young woman dominated by the authoritative David.  When cross-examining the prosecution's witness, Kristina Mason, they were able to elicit testimony from her that Diane had admitted that Adrianne's murder should not have happened.  Unsurprisingly, the defense placed the blame squarely on David and David alone for the murder, claiming that he had not only planned it but executed it with Diane as a frightened witness.   

A teary Diane took the stand, recanting her confession and claiming that David had manipulated her not only throughout their relationship but in masterminding the execution of Adrianne and solicited Diane to help him cover it up.  

The case then went to the jury, who had the choice to find Diane guilty of capital murder or on the lesser charges of kidnap, assault, and false imprisonment.  The jury deliberated for six hours over the course of two days and on February 17, 1998 returned with a verdict of guilty.  Diane was sentenced to life in prison, a mandatory sentence, eligible for parole after 40 years.  To most onlookers, Diane received her guilty verdict and sentence stoically.


David on trial (photo source

On Tuesday, July 14, 1998, David's trial began.  Due to the publicity from Diane's trial, his was moved to the very conservative New Braunfels with Judge Don Leonard of Fort Worth presiding.  Amazingly, both the prosecution and defense agreed there had been no sexual tryst between David and Adrianne in November of 1995 following the meet in Lubbock.  Wendy Bartlett, who had been on the track team with both Adrianne and David, testified that she had driven Adrianne home after the meet and David had left earlier, leaving Bartlett and Adrianne to put away equipment.  Coach Lee Ann Burke testified the same, that David had left the meet alone and before Bartlett and Adrianne.  The message was clear:  Adrianne and David did not hook up that night.  

The defense argued that David's confession had been coerced and should therefore be thrown out.  

The prosecution, naturally, pegged David as the triggerman while the defense sought to show Diane as the mastermind.  For her part, Diane followed David's trial by radio, newspapers and magazines from her prison cell.  When she took the stand, everyone, including the media, held their collective breaths for what she might say against her former fiancé but she disappointed them by exercising her Fifth Amendment rights against self-incrimination. 

David's mother attended each day of the trial, holding her son's hand and sharing an embrace with him at the end of each day.  

On July 24, after more than eight hours of deliberation over two days and considering the same charges the jury for Diane had been given, the jury found David guilty of capital murder and sentenced him to life imprisonment.   Like Diane, he would be eligible for parole after 40 years.

The jury foreman later stated that David's confession was "a key piece of evidence" which led to the guilty verdict.  


Afterwards

Both Diane and David were given the option by the Naval Academy and Air Force, respectively, to resign before being forcibly removed; they reportedly did.  

Diane's former Academy squad leader, Jay Guild, whom she had not only confessed murder to but also confided that she wanted to break off her engagement to David and had asked to be her boyfriend,  suffered over his association with Diane.  Guild, an Honors student like Diane, David, and Adrianne and who had hoped to make the military his career, resigned his Academy appointment on September 8, 1996, two days after Diane was jailed, for violating the Naval Academy's honor code.   

After Diane and David were charged with Adrianne's murder, Bryan McMillen's parents sued Grand Prairie and the police department for $13 million, saying Bryan's civil rights had been violated.  In the suit, the McMillens claimed that Bryan, who had been suffering from bronchitis and the flu in December of 1995 when he was arrested and taken to jail, was put in a cell with a hole in the floor for a toilet and provided no blankets, bedding or food, was forced to look at graphic autopsy photos and promised hamburgers and fries if he would only confess.  He was also allegedly repeatedly denied an attorney, being told that if he were innocent, he didn't need one.  The suit was eventually settled for an undisclosed sum, ironically, during the first week of Diane's trial.     

Diane's attorney, following the testimony from Wendy Bartlett and Lee Ann Burke, filed an appeal on  her behalf stating the prosecution withheld this information during her trial.  In his petition, he stated that the state "knew and should have known that the testimony it [that of Bartlett and Burke] sponsored in support of a sexual encounter between Jones and Graham was probably false."    The appeal would be denied fourteen months after filing. 

In 2003, through prison mail, Diane began a relationship with Steven Mora, a fellow inmate.  Mora was incarcerated in Texas for auto theft, burglary, and threatening someone related to the cases.  Although they had never met in person, they decided to marry and petitioned Bexar County for a marriage license.  On June 17, 2003, Diane's mother and a male friend stood in for Diane and Mora, becoming the county's first proxy marriage, performed by a judge in San Antonio.  Diane and Mora divorced in 2008.

In April of 2007, Diane appeared on Dateline, where she was interviewed by Stone Phillips.  As her appeals were exhausted, her attorney allowed her to sit for polygraph examination that was administered by the television show.  She now claimed that she and David had been breaking up and David used the murder to "tie" her to him.  She admitted that she obstructed justice by cleaning the car after the murder and was an accessory after the fact but denied intending to kill Adrianne, which is what the jury convicted her for.  She displayed exaggerated breathing during the polygraph examination, a counter-measure for the test, but the administrator believed she failed the crucial question on whether she intended to kill Adrianne.  Two other independent administrators were unable to offer an opinion due to the counter-measure.  Diane claimed she was hyperventilating due to nerves, although she had been provided the questions beforehand and had reviewed them with the administrator prior to the test.     

Following her conviction, Diane had first been sent to a state prison diagnostic unit in Gatesville then moved to the Dr. Lane Murray Unit, also in Gatesville.  She then went to the Mountain View Unit, also in Gatesville before being moved to the general prison population in the William P. Hobby Unit in Marlin.  In 2018, she was sent back to the Mountain View Unit in protective custody, leading to her filing a civil rights complaint with the Court of Appeals, which was dismissed.    She is currently serving her sentence at the Dr. Lane Murray Unit in Gatesville, where she is a maintenance clerk in the unit's warehouse.  She is described as an average, quiet inmate who stays out of trouble and follows directions.    

She is eligible for parole on September 5, 2036.   


David later recanted his confession, as well as recanting his recantation.  He disputed the statement that came out during his trial that there had been no sexual encounter between him and Adrianne on November 4, 1995.  He claimed that his attorney had convinced him to lie about it and stressed that he and Adrianne did have sex.  

In 2008, he claimed that his confession the police was correct and expressed remorse over killing Adrianne.  He added that if he had to do it over again, he would have plead guilty to the crime.  He said that Diane had been the motivator behind the killing but "I went through with it and that's all that matters."  

In 2010, he started a blog to debate prison issues with another "lifer."  That same year, he announced he had gotten married.  

After earning a bachelor's degree in criminology, David began working with the Southwest Baptist Theological Seminary's inmate program to become a pastor and start his own ministry behind bars.  

Like Diane, and perhaps thanks to his military background, he adapted well to the structure of life behind bars, with no disciplinary infractions or troubles.  

Following his conviction, he was sent to the O.B. Ellis Unit in Huntsville before being transferred to the-then Darrington Unit in Rosharon.  A few years later, he was moved to the Allred Unit in Wichita Falls where he remains today.  

He is eligible for parole on September 5, 2036.


Since David's trial in July of 1998, when Diane took the stand, the former lovers have not seen each other, nor had any contact.  Reportedly, David sent her a Christmas card in 2001 and received no response.


Questions still remain.  Wendy Bartlett and Lee Ann Burke testified that David did not drive Adrianne home on the night of November 4, 1995.  Was he mistaken?  Was there ever an encounter between him and Adrianne or did he make the entire thing up?  And if he did, why?  To make Diane jealous or to push her to call off the engagement?   When Diane confessed her terrible crime to her Academy roommates, they claimed that Diane said she had been driving the car with David in the passenger seat and "the girl" crying in the back.  Their account of Diane's recounting was that she and David had told "the girl" that they were going to kill her and Diane had so much hate for the girl that it didn't bother her.  They also said that Diane admitted she had confessed the crime not only to her best friend but also to her parents, who had told her to pray and she would be forgiven, something that was confirmed by Jay Guild, who said that Diane had told him the same thing.  Adrianne's former manager at the Golden Fried Chicken claimed that not long before her death, Adrianne had taken a small black and white photo of a boy from her wallet and claimed his name was David.  The manager didn't recall this until months after Adrianne's death and when David and Diane had been arrested.  She could not say with certainty that it was David Graham's picture she saw.  None of Adrianne's friends recalled her ever speaking of David Graham and she apparently did not confide to any of them if she did have any sort of relationship with him.  All of them claimed that she was not the type of girl who would go after another girl's boyfriend and they all knew that David Graham had a girlfriend.  Adrianne's little telephone book, chock full of names of every friend and acquaintance she had - even including that of Bryan McMillen - did not have an entry for David Graham. 

What is certain is that Adrianne Jones died because of Diane Zamora and David Graham, who destroyed their own lives in the process. 

Adrianne (photo source

Sources:


CNN (July 24, 1998).  Former Air Force Cadet Gets Life in Texas Teen's Slaying.

Court TV Online, 1999.  Texas v. Zamora

Crime Library (2015).  The Texas Cadet Murder Case.

Investigation Discovery Crime Feed (December 13, 2016).  The Texas Cadet Killers:  Revisiting the Adrianne Jones Murder

Meyer, Peter.  Blind Love: The True Story of the Texas Cadet Murder.  St. Martin's True Crime, 1998.

NBC News (April 6, 2007).  Diane Zamora: 'I'm Not a Killer.'

People (December 12, 2016).  The Teenage Love Triangle Killers: Inside Their Lives Now. 

Texas Department of Criminal Justice Inmate Search

Texas Monthly (December 1996).  The Killer Cadets

March 25, 2021

Dr. Debora Green: An Estranged Wife's Fury Becomes a Mother's Ultimate Betrayal

Kate, Tim and Kelly Farrar, 1989 (photo source

The Fire

It was shortly after midnight on Tuesday, October 24, 1995 when Drs. John and Mary Forman were awakened from their sleep by their dog's frantic barking.  Their doorbell was ringing and someone was knocking on their side door.  After urging from Mary, John woke up and went downstairs to investigate.  Still half-asleep, he neglected to deactivate the home's burglar alarm when he opened the door, which began to screech and blare.  

The Formans' neighbor, Dr. Debora Green, stood at their home's side entrance.  Debora and her husband, Mike Farrar, also a doctor, and their three children (Tim, Kate, and Kelly) had moved next door to the Formans and into 7517 Canterbury Court in Prairie Village, Kansas in June of 1994.  Although the adults were doctors and had children in the same age range, the Formans and the Farrars weren't particularly close.  

So it must have been a shock for John and Mary to see Debora there, dressed in a pink nightgown with white collar and cuffs and an almost whimsical pattern of white sheep.  Debora's hair was very wet and unkempt.  "Call 111!" she screamed at John and Mary.  "My house is on fire!  My children are in there!  Call 111!"

Mary and John thought it odd that Debora, a doctor, asked them to call "111" instead of "911," even as they were looking out the south side of their house and to the Farrar four-car garage, which had explosive orange flames beginning to dance on the roof.  John called 911 from the closest phone to the door, stressing that three children were trapped inside the burning home, while Mary went to her car and used her car phone to do the same.   Due to to the strong winds blowing and the homes' close proximity to each other, the couple then woke their four sleeping children to put them into John's car and drive them down the street to safety.  Other neighbors were also waking to do the same as they worried that the blazing fire, teased along by the blustery wind, would incite all the homes on the street.  

7517 Canterbury Court before the fire (photo source

While this was going on, Debora left to return to her home, where she saw the small figure of her ten-year-old daughter Kate running along the roofline.  Kate had managed to crawl out the window of her bedroom on the front of the house and skirt the fire as she attempted to run to safety.  However, the fire was so close to the child that the roofline behind her began to cave in.  She was high up, at the peak of the garage roof, possibly only seconds between life and death when her mother ordered her to jump, spreading out her arms and promising to catch her.  Kate hesitated for just a moment, long enough to look behind her and see the garage roof being consumed by the fire, before throwing her arms over her head and jumping toward Debora.  Her mother failed to catch her with Kate instead landing at Debora's feet, saved by the massive cushion of leaves and grass on the lawn.  

The first officer on the scene arrived while Dr. John Forman was making his 911 call; he was responding to a 911 hang-up call that had come from the Farrar residence at 12:21 a.m.  That officer, Steve Hunter, ran to the yard, where he saw a woman and a young girl, both in nightclothes.  The child was hysterical, begging the officer to save her brother and sister, who were still in the house.  The woman was oddly passive, saying nothing, leaving Hunter to ask the little girl where her mother was and him thinking it odd that the quiet, immobile woman was the  mother of the two children still trapped in the house.  

The fire moved more quickly than the other responding police officers and firefighters could react to, or had ever seen.  Their valiant attempts to find the two children were unsuccessful and they had to vacate the home before they too became victims (two firefighters had a roof collapse on them but were unharmed.)  

Dr. Michael Farrar, Debora's estranged husband, had been called by Mary Forman around 12:30 a.m.  "Your house is on fire!" she had shouted.  "There are fire trucks everywhere!  Your wife is a fucking arsonist!"  

Mike sped from his apartment over to the home on Canterbury Court as quickly as he could, arriving within ten minutes.  He asked Steve Hunter where his kids were and the officer led him to a patrol vehicle, where Debora and Kate were sitting.  Mike was informed that two of his children were still inside the inferno.  Letting out a scream of anguish, he demanded of Debora, "What have you done this time?"  She didn't answer.

The fire at Canterbury Court was put out at 1:45 a.m., although it would be hours before the destroyed house would cool enough for the firefighters to go in and search for the remains of the children and days before investigators could begin to determine the cause of the fire.

Mike, Debora and Kate were taken to the Prairie Village Police Department, after Kate was checked out for smoke inhalation.  Mike and Debora were put in different rooms to be questioned separately, beginning just after 4 a.m.  Despite the tragedy, Debora was talkative, almost cheerful.  She wasn't crying and didn't appear to have been crying.  Detectives noticed the slight odor of alcohol about her but she did not seem intoxicated.   

Debora's Story

According to Debora, she had had one drink, maybe a drink and a half, at dinner and had gone to bed between nine-thirty and ten.  She had awakened at eleven to a noise she discovered was Tim, getting something to eat in the kitchen.  It was, she said, the last time she saw her son.  She then contradictorily said that she had received a call from Mike around ten or ten-thirty; he had been paged from the house.  Debora denied paging her husband and offered to see if the children were awake.  She claimed to have checked and found none of the children awake.  She then went back to sleep, only to be awakened by the house's alarm going off.  Believing it was the burglar alarm going off accidentally, she said she tried to shut it off from the panel in her bedroom three or four times without success.  Opening her bedroom door, she found the hallway was full of smoke.  Scared, she left the home via the back door that led from her bedroom to the deck on the back of the house.  She said that when she went around the corner of her home to reach the neighbors, she heard Tim on the intercom.  Debora said that Tim was calling out to her, asking her what he should do.  She instructed him to wait where he was while she went to call 911.  Detectives noted that Debora described Tim as "he used to be my thirteen-year old" and that by telling him to stay where he was, answering in the negative when Tim suggested he try to get one of his sisters and crawl out his window, "I'm sure was the kiss of death."  

Debora did not - perhaps could not - explain why she had not simply called 911 from the phone in her bedroom.  

She spoke of the fact that her children went to the prestigious Pembroke Hill School -  "or at least the living ones do."   Tim had had a hockey game that night of Monday, October 23 and Kate had had ballet practice.  The four of them had dined on Kentucky Fried Chicken for dinner.   The family's two dogs normally slept with her, she said, but on that night they had gotten into a bag of coffee beans and she allowed Russell, the Greyhound, to sleep with Kate and Boomer, the Labrador, to sleep with Kelly as she figured the two dogs would be overly energetic and wound up from the coffee. 

Debora admitted that she and Mike were in the process of a divorce, which had been affecting Tim and Kate very badly.  Both children in fact, according to her, hated their father for it, so much so that they would hurl expletives at him - a statement she made with a smile and pride - and Tim once had even punched his father in the face.  She also informed detectives that she too, like her estranged husband, was a doctor but had been forced to quit practicing by him and coerced into being a stay-at-home wife and mother.  

The detectives found that she spoke almost too rapidly to keep up with and while she had been somewhat unemotional when describing Tim and Kelly in the past tense, she was full of rage and vitriol toward Mike.  While she let loose on what a horrible person Mike was and how much the children hated him (vacillating between referring to Tim and Kelly in both the past and present tense),  in the next breath she told investigators how relieved she had been when Mike had moved out of the family home weeks earlier, that she hadn't been terribly upset or even emotionally invested in her marriage ending.  She now planned on going back to her career, this time in psychiatry and she hoped to work at the Menninger Clinic, where she herself had been a patient, briefly, only several months before. 

Despite being an obviously highly intelligent woman and claiming that she was going to go into psychiatry, she continued to alternate on the evening's timeline.  Detectives asked her to go over it multiple times, and each time she added or recalled something new.  Whereas she had said she had last spoken to her husband around 10:30, now she admitted to speaking to him after 11:30.  She recalled that several nights earlier, she had heard noises in the backyard.  She said it was clearly people but she assumed it was teens running around and smashing pumpkins.  

Over the course of their two-hour interview, Debora alternated from an almost childlike state to cheerful to ranting.   The detectives could barely keep up with her rapid-fire talk and flip-flopping mood swings.   One minute she would be talking about herself and praising that Kate had survived because of Debora herself; the next she would be screaming epithets at the firefighters and police officers who let Tim and Kelly die.  

Mike and Debora's wedding in 1979 (photo source)

Mike's Story

Mike's interview began at 6:20 a.m.  Unlike his wife, his eyes were red from crying and his entire demeanor was one of tragedy.   Like Debora, he spoke very quickly but he was focused and he answered all questions put to him,  his voice cracking from his attempts, some unsuccessful, to hold back tears.  

He told detectives he was forty years old and a cardiologist and that he and Debora had been married for 17 years but he had filed for divorce in July.  Their separation was particularly acrimonious, with the children being put in the middle.  Debora had no real friends according to Mike and so she spoke to the children as if they were adult friends rather than just kids.  As a result, the three kids had known far more than they should have about the Farrar-Green marriage.  

Mike admitted that he was romantically involved with Margaret Hacker, a woman he had met through a school trip to Peru in which his son Tim and her sons had taken, along with Mike and Debora.  Although Margaret too was married at the time, unhappily as Mike himself was, their friendship turned into an affair.  Margaret's husband was an anesthesiologist who suffered for years with depression and who had committed suicide only six weeks earlier.  Debora knew about the affair, as did most of the community as Mike and Margaret had not been particularly discreet.  Debora had told Tim, Kate, and Kelly about it in particular detail, which certainly had not done anything to endear Mike to them - at least not to the two older children.  Kelly had still been so young that she had not developed any animosity toward her father.      

As part of his attempts to heal his relationship with Tim and Kate, Mike tried to spend extra time with them and attend as many of their extracurricular events as he could.  He agreed with Debora's statement that he had taken Tim to his hockey game on Monday evening, bringing Kelly along as well, since Kate had ballet practice and Debora had a therapy session.  He had accompanied the children inside the house when dropping them off, where Debora had been heating up Kentucky Fried Chicken for their dinner.  Debora did not speak to him as he collected a few items of his mail and left.  It was the last time he saw his children before the fire.  He had gone to have dinner with a few friends, including Margaret Hacker.     

He received multiple pages from the Canterbury house and he returned the calls, in case the children were trying to contact him.  Mike said that it wasn't unusual for Debora to page him repeatedly in an attempt to see where he was and who he was with and he suspected that was why she was paging him that night once he ascertained the children were fine and none of them had made the calls.  He told detectives that he could tell that Debora was drunk and admitted that he went off at her.  He chastised her for drinking to excess with the children there and the overall filthy state that the home always seemed to be in.  He informed her that people around town were talking about her and considering calling Social Services.  

Of particular interest was Mike's opinion that Debora could have started the fire.  He informed detectives that 18 months earlier, he and Debora had been on the verge of divorce.  He had moved out of their home in Kansas City in early 1994 and into an apartment.  The two had attempted to reconcile and thought buying the big house on Canterbury Court would give them a fresh start.  They had been preparing to sign the papers when Mike got cold feet; he realized they were doing what many couples did and attempting to solve their problems with either a baby or a house.  He told Debora he changed his mind.  She was irate but he would not be moved.   Days later, he got a call that the family home was on fire.  Fortunately, Debora, the kids and Boomer the Lab were out of the house at the time but the damage from the smoke and water (worse than the fire itself) made the house uninhabitable.  Debora and the kids moved into the apartment with Mike and he acquiesced to purchasing the big house in Prairie Village as he felt they didn't have much choice.  

From the start, Mike had wondered if Debora could have set the fire, either for insurance purposes (the Farrars actually came out ahead since they had new furnishings in the house and once repaired, the house sold for a tidy profit) or as a way to keep them together.  She had made certain everyone was out of the house.  

The thought that Debora could have set this fire, with the children sleeping in the house, set his teeth on edge.  Despite her problems over the years, first with prescription medication and then alcohol, Mike had considered her to be a good mother who had been involved in her children's lives and extracurricular activities and didn't want to entertain the thought that she could intentionally harm their children.

Of even more interest to the detectives was Mike's belief that Debora had poisoned him over the summer of 1995.  In late July, Mike had asked her for a divorce and not long after, he got sick.  Very, very sick.  He was admitted into the hospital on August 18, the first of three admissions.  Despite the number of specialists who saw him, they had no diagnosis for why he was so critically ill.  During each admission, he improved in the hospital and then after returning home to Canterbury Court, where he would eat a meal, he would become violently ill and be readmitted to the hospital.  Mike didn't want to think that Debora could do something so intentionally cruel and vicious to him, at least not until he went through her handbag and found a dozen packets of castor beans.  His research led him to discover that the core of castor beans are extremely deadly; when removed from its hard, protecting coating and ground into a powdery substance, it becomes ricin.  Ricin is one of the most toxic naturally occurring substances with no antidote treatment.  Many persons who ingest ricin die within three to twelve days, making Mike Farrar an extremely lucky man to still be alive.  

There was a test that could be done that could detect the presence of antibodies to ricin in Mike's bloodstream but doctors would need to wait for the antibodies to form. 

Kate's Story

It was two days later when detectives sat down with ten-year-old Kate Farrar to get her account of the deadly fire.  Kate said that on Monday night she had awoken to the fire already burning and smoke creeping into her room.  She had opened her bedroom door and called out to Tim before closing the door and placing what would be the hang-up call to 911 at 12:21 a.m.  It was then that she crawled out her window to safety.  

According to Kate, Debora had been "terribly upset" when the little girl had been spotted on the roofline of the garage, although she had called to her daughter to jump into her arms.  It was only minutes after Kate jumped and landed in the grass and leaves that Mike arrived at the scene.  Per Kate, Mike was accusatory toward Debora, who was crying and worried about Tim and Kelly.

The little girl admitted that she was angry toward her father, whom she said had spurned her mother's sincere efforts for an amicable separation.  Kate said that she and her siblings had loved and respected their mother but she did admit that Debora was drinking large quantities of alcohol.  

Finally, Kate expressed surprise that Tim had not escaped the burning home the same way she had, out the bedroom window and onto the roof.

The Investigation at Canterbury Court

While the interviews, first with Debora and then with Mike, were being conducted in the early morning of October 24, the house on Canterbury Court, with the fire, other than a few hot spots, having been put out, was being inspected by firefighters and detectives.  All that was left of the once luxurious 5,000 square foot home was the garage and stonework on the front of the house.  Although Mike and Debora had decorated the home with new, and expensive, furnishings nearly everything had been incinerated with trained investigators unable to tell what some things were, other than "wood."  

Around 3 a.m., firefighters signaled they had found a body, which was relayed to detectives. Almost immediately, word was revised that the body was that of Russell, the family's greyhound.  The sense of relief did not last long.  Tim Farrar was found fifteen to twenty feet beyond the front door, resting on the joists of the room.  His body was badly burned and it appeared that he, along with his bed, had fallen from one of the upper stories and landed in the living room.  Kelly Farrar was found in her bedroom, laying in the lower bunk of a bunk bed, covers pulled up to her waist.  Unlike her brother, she did not appear to have wakened or struggled at all, but died of carbon monoxide in her sleep.  Boomer, the family's black Lab, was beneath her bed.  He too had died of carbon monoxide poisoning.  

Hours later, after the medical examiner had removed the children's bodies, members of the Eastern Kansas Multi-Agency Task Force were called to Canterbury Court, including a "sniffer" dog by the name of Avon.  Much like dogs who were trained to sniff out drugs, Avon could sniff out accelerants.  The investigators and task force were able to rule out an accidental fire started by faulty wiring or furnaces, the cause of many fires.  Pour patterns, the telltale signs of accelerants being spread, were detected at the ground and second floors, areas where Avon got hit after hit.  Ultimately, the arson investigation confirmed everyone's worst fears:  arson had led to homicide.  

(photo source)

Saying Goodbye to Tim and Kelly

On Friday, October 27, 1995, a joint funeral for Timothy Scott Farrar and Kelly Christine Farrar was held at the Village Presbyterian Church, where Mike had made the arrangements.  Debora was "rude" and "mean," according to one funeral home employee, who said he had never seen anything like it before.  Debora swore at him over the details that Mike had arranged.  When her family had requested that she not speak to him that way, Debora cursed at her own family and continued to rant about the arrangements.  Debora, with her parents and sister, and along with Kate sat in the front row of the sanctuary, while Mike and his family sat in the row behind them.  During one of the songs that Mike had chosen, Debora turned around, stuck her finger in her mouth and pretended to gag.  Worse, when the reverend presiding over the funeral service, who had married Mike and Debora in 1979, began his eulogy with "Two days ago, when Bill Farrar called and asked me to be here today," Debora turned around to say "Thanks, asshole," to her father-in-law, a sentiment that was heard by many in the church.

More than 300 mourners had attended the funeral service.  Kate cried throughout while Debora, according to some onlookers, greeted people joyously and even laughed.  Many of Tim's friends who attended the service went up to Debora and hugged her.  

Following the funeral service, the cremains of Tim and Kelly were interred together at the Highland Park Cemetery.  

The Murder and Arson Investigation Leads to An Arrest

Police began investigations not only into the arson case and the homicides of Tim and Kelly Farrar but also the poisoning of Mike Farrar.  The poisoning investigation led them to an Earl May store in Olathe where a clerk gave a description of the purchaser of the castor beans very similar to that of Debora Green and tentatively identified her in a photo lineup.  

Mike had not been well since his last hospitalization on September 11.  The three poisonings had come close to killing him and left him with weakness.  Still feeling something was wrong, Mike asked for an echocardiogram and it was found that he had a severely leaking mitral valve, caused by bacterial endocarditis, an infection of his heart valves.  Just before Thanksgiving, he was once again admitted to the hospital, scheduled to have a Groshong catheter inserted into his subclavian vein to receive intravenous antibiotics.  

On Wednesday, November 22, 1995, the day before Thanksgiving, Debora was arrested outside the Midland Theater in Kansas City, where Kate was appearing as Clara in The Nutcracker, and charged with two counts of first-degree murder, arson and two counts of attempted murder.  Debora was stoic and nonchalant, according to the arresting officers.  She was extradited from a local jail to the Johnson County Adult Detention Center in Kansas on a $3 million bond, the highest bail ever set in Johnson County.

A month later, after suffering from severe frontal headaches, Mike underwent a craniotomy, surgery to treat an abscess in his brain.  The abscess had formed after a clump of bacteria that had originated in his heart valve had traveled to the right front part of his brain.  As the abscess was bleeding, Mike was very much on borrowed time, with the bacteria breaking through or suffering a stroke being a very real possibility.  Worried that he would not survive the surgery in which burr holes would be drilled into the right frontal portion of his skull, allowing a portion of bone to be removed and exposing his brain beneath, he gave videotaped testimony beforehand to be used in his wife's trial.  (Mike survived and was able to testify in person.) 

In January of 1996, there was a pretrial hearing on Debora's case.  The galley was full of spectators who gathered not only to see the doctor accused of killing two of her children and attempting to kill her husband but to hear what the prosecution's case was.  

The defense team announced that it was not Debora who had set the deadly fire but Tim, who had once been caught setting off Molotov cocktails and had "an unnatural fascination with fire."  It was also Tim who had poisoned Mike, according to Debora's attorneys; Tim had done the majority of the cooking for the family.  Most of the spectators found the suggestion that thirteen-year-old Tim had set the fire that killed him and Kelly a repugnant defense tactic and perhaps a suggestion that Debora's case was very weak. 

Mike testifying (photo source)

 During the pretrial hearing, friends of Tim's testified for the defense that Tim was indeed fascinated by fire and had told them he knew how to make bombs.  A neighbor took the stand to recount catching Tim burning grass in the yard.  A former nanny of the Farrars testified that she heard Tim speaking of wanting Mike dead and had planned on burning the family house to the ground; she stated she had caught the boy multiple times in the process of setting fires.  

The prosecution, on cross examination, got the former nanny to admit that she had not seen Tim Farrar for a number of years and had not reported Tim's supposed fascination with fire to either Mike or Debora or the police.  

Debora at her hearing (photo source)

Medical evidence was submitted by the State, which conclusively determined that Mike Farrar had a tremendous amount of ricin in his bloodstream, indicating that he had been repeatedly poisoned (and was very, very fortunate to be alive.)  

The first officer on the scene of the fire testified as to Kate Farrar's frantic, hysterical state and Debora Green's indifference.  Debora's attorneys argued that her psychiatric medications caused a blunted effect, which would make her appear unemotional.  

Arson investigators testified as to the origin and cause of the fire; accelerant used to purposely start the fire.  

The State played the videotape of Debora being questioned only hours after the fire and rested on January 31.    

The presiding judge found enough evidence to hold Debora for trial, which was set for summer.    Prosecutors elected to request the death penalty, which may have played a part in Debora's request for a plea.  

On April 17, 1996, Debora appeared in court to plead no contest to the five charges:  two counts of murder, one count of arson, and two counts of attempted murder.  The plea deal allowed her to avoid the death penalty but required her to accept a prison sentence of 40 years with no possibility of parole.

Debora read a statement to the court, in which she denied being under the influence of any drug which might affect her judgment and in which she stated she understood that the State had substantial evidence against her.  She said that she hoped by avoiding a trial, her daughter Kate might begin to heal.  One of her attorneys in a press conference following the plea said that Debora was accepting responsibility for the crimes but he did not believe she intended to kill her children.

Inmate #63205 (photo source)

On May 30, 1996, Debora Green was formally sentenced to two concurrent forty-year sentences, minus the 191 days she had already served.  She was then sent to the Topeka Correctional Facility where she became Inmate #63205 and began her sentence in isolation.  Only after she took mental and physical tests and became acclimated to prison life would she be allowed to move into general population.

After the Sentencing

In July, Debora and Mike's divorce was finalized.    That summer, Debora began writing to Kate, stating that she had limited recall of the night of the fire and that she had been taking more than the recommended doses of her medication.  She wrote similar letters to Mike, including claims that Margaret Hacker had set the fire.  She still insisted that it was Tim that had been poisoning Mike.

She also wrote to true crime author Ann Rule, wanting for the writer to tell her story.  Rule did, publishing Bitter Harvest in 1997 and taking the stance that Debora was indeed guilty of not only setting the fire that killed two of her children but in poisoning her husband.

In 2000, Debora, through her new legal team, filed a request for a new trial, citing that she was incompetent from prescription medications at the time of her hearings.  She also made the allegation that her initial attorneys had not represented her adequately, as they had been more focused on avoiding a trial and the death penalty.   Prosecutors indicated that should a new trial be granted, they would seek the death penalty against her; Debora withdrew her motion.  

In 2004, the Kansas Supreme Court ruled the death penalty unconstitutional and Debora once again filed a motion for a new trial.  This time, she alleged that new scientific techniques invalidated the original findings that the fire was a result of arson.  In February of 2005, her motion was denied.

(photo source)

To date, Debora remains incarcerated at the Topeka Correctional Facility.  Since her incarceration, she has had two disciplinary reports; one, in October of 2000 and the other in February of 2003.  The Kansas Department of Corrections reports that she is working in a job without specification as to what that job is.  Her earliest release date is November 21, 2035, when she will be 84 years old.


Mike Farrar continued to have health-related issues.  In June of 1996, he traveled to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota to undergo tests on his heart and brain.  The tests revealed that his heart's mitral valve was damaged. Without open-heart surgery to close that damaged valve, he would develop congestive heart failure.  He had to wait for full recovery from his brain surgery before undertaking another major surgery and so it was two months later that he returned to the Mayo Clinic and on August 2 underwent the surgery for the valve repair.  The surgery went well but once back in Kansas, he suffered an often fatal complication:  cardiac tamponade.  Cardiac tamponade is when fluid in the pericardium, the sac surrounding the heart, builds up and results in compression of the heart.  It can happen when the heart is nicked during surgery.  Not immediately detected, the medication Mike was given to thin his blood and prevent clotting had increased the fluid building up around his pericardial sac.  

A cardiologist himself, Mike immediately knew why he was short of breath and very weak a week after the surgery and got himself admitted to the North Kansas City Hospital.  There, he had yet another surgery, this one to drain the blood that was compressing his heart.  It was his eleventh hospitalization in one year and would finally be his last.

His relationship with Margaret Hacker did not survive; she and her sons moved to the West Coast in 1996.  In 1997, he married an attorney and together with her child and Kate, began a new life.  Currently 66 years old, Mike still practices cardiology in Kansas City.

Kate, now 36 years old, still supports her mother's claims of innocence and reportedly has a deep, solid relationship with both of her parents.  During the awful time after the fire and while her father was struggling to survive, she lived with her paternal grandparents.  She is married and resides in Kansas City.


Although prosecutors never had the chance to try Debora Green for her crimes, they believe that on the night of October 23-24, 1995, after being berated by her estranged husband (whom she had poisoned at least three times during the summer of 1995) and hearing that people were talking about her mental state, Debora decided to set fire to the house on Canterbury Court with the deliberate intention to kill her children.  They weren't certain of exactly what accelerant she used, although they knew it wasn't gasoline.  The pour patterns of the accelerant led from the master bedroom, indicating that Debora had begun pouring there, outside the bedroom, and the trail led up the stairs to the doors of the children's bedrooms.  It would have been virtually impossible for anyone to have gotten out from upstairs once the fire was lit.  Debora had also splashed accelerant randomly around the house, around and on top of furniture.  Although Debora had stated that she awoke to hear the house's alarm going off and had opened her bedroom door to see smoke, the investigation revealed that the door had been opened when the fire was set.  The prosecution believed that Debora had lit the fire from her bedroom doorway and like most laypeople, had managed to singe her hair in the process.  Because of this, and also possibly because she had wanted to be sure she and her clothing would be free of accelerants, Debora had taken a shower while a flame had snaked through the house and upstairs, trapping her children.  The shower would account for the wet hair her neighbors noticed when she knocked on their door for help.   (Tests done on Debora's hair would show that despite a haircut within days after the fire, she had singed portions of hair.)  At some point, Debora had also attempted to start a fire in the master bathroom via the vanity, which had burned out on its own.  

It's unknown what Debora must have thought when she heard Tim on the intercom, calling for help and asking her what to do.  What is certain, though, is that Debora, rather than telling him to get out by any means necessary, told him to wait until help arrived - an unthinkable thought for most.   Neither the investigators nor the prosecutors knew why Tim didn't attempt escape from his bedroom window as Kate did and could only speculate that he may have attempted to get to Kelly's room to save her or became overcome by the smoke, heat and flames in his own room, where he perished.   

As Debora has never spoken about a motive for her crimes, prosecutors and investigators believed that although she clearly hated Mike Farrar enough to want to kill him in an agonizing manner in which she could watch, she also wanted him back.  It may have been made especially clear to her on the night of October 23, 1995 that Mike was never coming back and with the community noticing her behavior and threatening to report her to Social Services, Debora's world was finally going to crumble.  Did she think the ultimate punishment to Mike was to take away his children forever?  It may never be known.  The only thing certain is that Debora Green never intended for Tim, Kate and Kelly to survive that fire.    

The final resting place of Tim and Kelly Farrar (photo source)

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