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.

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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. 

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October 25, 2021

Gay Gibson: Murder on the High Seas

The Disappearance of a Young Actress Aboard an Ocean Liner Leads to One of Britain's Most Sensational Trials

Actress Gay Gibson (photo source

It was around 2:58 a.m. on Saturday, October 18, 1947 when Frederick Steer, a duty watchman for Union-Castle Line ship Durban Castle, was awakened by a summons from cabin 126, a first-class cabin on the B deck.  Upon arriving at the cabin, Steer noted that the lights for both the steward and stewardess had been rung by the cabin's occupant, something he found strange as normally a passenger would ring for one or the other but not both.  

He knocked on the cabin door and as he started to open it, it was slammed shut but not before Steer recognized the man who closed it.  He was James Camb, a thirty-year-old steward working on the liner.  Steer wondered if, since Camb was a steward, he had arrived for the summons before Steer himself had - but his uneasy feelings about the situation led him to report the incident to the night watchman, James Murray.  Steer and Murray returned to cabin 126, where all was quiet.  Murray relayed the events to the officer of the watch but without mentioning James Camb's name.  The officer on duty believed it to be a private matter and not of any concern to the ship's officers and that appeared to be the end of it.    

At 7:30 that morning, Eileen Field, the stewardess for B deck, arrived at cabin 126, prepared to begin cleaning.  She carried a glass of orange juice for the young lady occupying the cabin, an actress by the name of Gay Gibson.  

A promotional photo of Gay from 1945 (photo source

Gay

Born Eileen Isabella Ronnie Gibson in India, she had been educated in England, before joining the women's army corps during World War II.  She became interested in acting and acquired the stage name of Gay Gibson when she began touring with a theatrical company.   By the time she traveled to South Africa to appear as the female lead in the Clifford Odets play Golden Boy, the redheaded Gay was reportedly attracting men "like bees to a honeycomb." At a time when sexually active single women were considered scandalous, she reportedly flouted convention, carrying on affairs with two married men.  Following the run of the play The Man With a Load of Mischief, it was said to be one of these men who purchased her first class ticket aboard the Durban Castle, which departed Cape Town on Friday, October 10, 1947.   Gay was headed for London and a play in the West End.

As the only young woman among the ship's sixty first-class passengers, most of whom were quite a bit older than she was, the twenty-one-year-old Gay quickly caught the attention of not only the ship's male passengers but also the male employees, especially James Camb, who gossiped about her to other members of the crew and was said to be friendly with her on deck.  Other than a supposedly intimate friendship with Camb, Gay's activities appeared to have been fairly sedate, confined to dining with her assigned dinner companions (a Mr. Hopwood, who worked for the ship's line, and a Wing Commander Bray) and dancing with them.  

The Durban Castle (photo source)

On the evening of Friday, October 17, 1947, Gay dined with Hopwood and Bray, shared dances with both and then retired to her cabin to change into a swimsuit.  As it was a hot evening, she planned to take a dip in the swimming pool and either one or both of the gentlemen were going to swim with her.  However, she returned from her cabin still in her evening dress and saying that she could not locate her swimsuit.  With the swim party cancelled, Hopwood escorted her back to her cabin around 12:40 a.m., under the impression that she was retiring for the evening.  Twenty minutes later, around 1 a.m., Gay, still attired in her evening gown, was seen on the afterdeck, smoking a cigarette and telling the boatswain's mate that she found it too hot to sleep.  It was the last time Gay Gibson was seen by anyone other than James Camb.


A Mystery

When stewardess Eileen Field arrived at cabin 126 on Saturday morning, October 18, 1947, she found the door unlocked, which was very unusual as Gay had been in the habit of locking it each night.  Finding the cabin empty, she at first believed that Gay was in the lavatory and left the glass of juice in the cabin to go about other duties.  Returning two hours later, there was still no appearance from Gay.  The juice was still on a bureau untouched and Gay's bedroom slippers, which she would have worn had she left the cabin, were in their usual spot by the bed.  Field noted that the bed was a little more disheveled than usual and the porthole was open.  Panicked, she went to Captain Patey.

At 10 a.m., Captain Patey broadcast an appeal for Gay over the ship's PA system.  With no response, at 10:30, he turned the ship about and began a thorough search.  At the time, the Durban Castle was 60 miles off the coast of Equatorial Guinea in western Africa.  Word spread quickly amongst the passengers and the crew, all of whom searched for Gay to no avail.  By noon, Captain Patey concluded that Gay Gibson was no longer aboard the ship and must have tragically gone overboard into the shark-infested waters.  Feeling there was nothing else he could do, Captain Patey once again set sail for England.

James Camb's shipmates, however, reported his interest in Gay to Captain Patey as well as his odd behavior over the previous 24 hours.  Despite the heat, and the fact that the rest of the crew were wearing their short-sleeved uniforms, Camb remained in his jacket.  His cabinmate told Captain Patey that not only had Camb turned in in the very early hours of the morning but had retired in his jacket.  Captain Patey locked Gay's cabin and ordered Camb to submit to a medical examination.  

Scratch marks were discovered on Camb's arms and nec, by the ship's surgeon.  Camb claimed they were result of scratching himself due to the heat and were exacerbated by the ship's rough bath towels.  He denied any involvement with Gay Gibson at all, much less that he was the man in her cabin when Frederick Steer had responded to the summons early Saturday morning.  

On Friday, October 24, the Durban Castle anchored off the Isle of Wight in southern England.  Two police detectives boarded the ship to conduct an investigation.  When they left the ship, they had James Camb with them, taking him to Southhampton police headquarters for further questioning.  Two days later, he was formally arrested and charged with the murder of Gay Gibson.

James Camb (photo source

Camb

James Camb came from a small mill town in southeast Lancashire, England called Waterfoot.  Unwilling to fall into what he considered the tedium of factory life, he aimed for adventure and excitement.  Blessed with a highly confident nature, an ability to smooth talk anyone and movie star good looks, he began working on ships at the age of 17, with a brief hiatus during the war when he was in the Merchant Navy Reserve.  While serving in the Navy, he married and fathered a child but did not allow having a family hamper his extracurricular activities.  

Originally hired as an assistant cook aboard the Durban Castle, Camb soon worked his way up to being the first-class deck steward, a plum position aboard a ship and a plum position for him to pocket generous tips and woo female passengers.  In a nod to Don Juan, he was soon dubbed "Don James" and "Don Jimmy" by the crew, who heartily disliked him.  He reportedly based the success of a voyage by the number of female passengers he bedded and was more or less reliably said to have slept with at least one woman on every cruise on which he worked.  


Arrest and Trial

Camb reportedly changed his story several times before giving what would ultimately be his final version of events, after telling the police that "my wife can know nothing of this."  Although he had at first denied being the man in Gay's cabin, under police interrogation he admitted that Steer was correct and he had been in the cabin.  He confessed to having gone to her cabin with a drink and having sex with Gay but insisted that it had been consensual.  According to him, while in the throes of passion, Gay's eyes had rolled back in her head, she had began foaming at the mouth, clutched at him and then died.  He said he had attempted resuscitation but had not pressed any alarms for help.  Fearing that Gay being discovered dead in her bed would expose Camb's unprofessional relationship, leading to him being fired, he decided the best way to handle the situation was to get rid of the evidence - the evidence being Gay herself.  Feeling positive she was dead, he picked up her body and forced it through the cabin porthole and into the ocean, saying "She did make one hell of a splash."    

James Camb's mug shot (photo source

As Captain Patey had had Gay's cabin secured, upon examination it told its own tale.  Traces of blood were found on the pillow and there was a urine stain on the bottom sheet.  Both could indicate that Camb, after trying to force himself on Gay, had strangled her.  

Inspection of Gay's suitcase failed to turn up the black silk pajamas she had worn during the first week of the cruise, which stewardess Eileen Field confirmed.  According to Camb, Gay had greeted him at her cabin door in nothing but a sheer dressing gown in which she had nothing on underneath and that dressing gown had been on her body when he had pushed it out the porthole.  He had no explanation for where her usual black pajamas were.    

The porthole from the Durban Castle is carried into trial (photo source)

Camb's trial opened at the Great Hall of Winchester Castle on Thursday, March 18, 1948.  In presenting their case, the prosecution did not have a body and so they hired the best medical experts and constructed a replica of Gay's cabin to use in the trial, as well as bringing in the bed and door from her cabin and the actual porthole that Gay had been pushed out of.  They stressed it was not a case of sexual misadventure but a murder of cruelty and callousness.  The prosecution believed that Camb had coaxed his way into Gay's cabin and then had strangled her either when she resisted him or as a means to avoid being charged with rape or attempted rape.  Before she had been strangled to death, Gay managed to scratch him (photographs taken of the scratches at the Southhampton police station were shown to the jury) and pulled both the steward and stewardess bells.  

During the investigation, affidavits were collected from three young women, all travelers aboard the Durban Castle before Gay Gibson's fatal voyage, who claimed that Camb had made unwanted and insistent advances toward them, all separate events that took place between September 18 and October 7, 1947.  One woman claimed she had been taking an afternoon nap in her cabin when she awoke to find Camb by her bed.  Before she could rise, he was on top of her, holding her down.  According to the woman, only mentioning that her aunt was in the cabin next door dampened Camb's ardor and he left the cabin. Another woman claimed that Camb had strangled her when she refused his advances and when she regained consciousness, he was standing over her and laughing.  

Unfortunately for the prosecution, they were barred from using these affidavits and bringing up Camb's predatory behavior.  

They did admit that a contraceptive device was found in Gay's suitcase and suggested that if the young woman had been planning a sexual encounter with Camb (or anyone), it would not have been in her suitcase.  They also believed that had Gay been expecting Camb, she would not have been wearing her black pajamas, which they believe she had on when she died and accounted for the fact they had not been located.  

The prosecution also introduced a statement the police claimed he had made to them that "She struggled.  I had my hands around her neck . . . I threw her out of the porthole." 

The defense denied that Camb had made such a statement and insinuated that Gay was a young woman with loose morals, as evidenced by her contraceptive device.  They suggested that she had been pregnant at the time of her death as a result of one of her affairs and it was that condition that necessitated her journey to London.  A pregnancy, they said, would make the contraceptive device unnecessary and explained why she would not have taken it from her suitcase.  

The defense had witnesses who testified that Gay had been "hysterical" and "neurotic" and that she was subject to fainting fits in which her mouth, hands, and fingernails turned blue.  They also said that she had "a weak chest,"  perhaps congenital heart disease.  

In opposition, Gay's mother testified that her daughter was none of the things the defense claimed and instead was "one of the finest types of English womanhood physically, mentally, and morally."  

Camb himself took the stand and while he admitted that pushing Gay out of the porthole was "beastly conduct," he denied any other wrongdoing.  When confronted with his story changing multiple times, he claimed it was for "self-preservation" and said he believed he was an honest man.

Following the four-day trial, the jury deliberated only 45 minutes before finding James Camb guilty of the murder of Gay Gibson, making him the first defendant in Britain to be convicted of murder without a body.   As the abolition of the death penalty was being deliberated in Parliament at the time, his death sentence was overturned.  Escaping the hangman's noose, he was instead sentenced to life in prison.  Winston Churchill was enraged by this, stating that "The House of Commons has, by its vote, saved the life of the brutal lascivious murderer who thrust the poor girl he had raped and assaulted through a porthole of the ship to the sharks."  

Convictions

Camb had served less than nine months of his sentence when, in December, his wife divorced him on grounds of adultery.  

In September of 1959, after serving eleven and a half years of his sentence, Camb, then 41 years old and considered a "star prisoner" by authorities, was released.  Still denying his guilt, he sold his story to the press and remarried to a woman with a child that he adopted.  In 1967 he was jailed again after he attacked a 13-year-old girl and served two years.  Following his release in 1969, he obtained work in Scotland as a head waiter for a hotel.  Only months later, he was charged with the sexual misconduct of three 11-year-old schoolgirls when he broke into the room they were staying in.  He was imprisoned once again, where he remained until 1978.

In July 1979, he died of heart failure at the age of 62, no longer the dashing Tyrone Power lookalike but a disheveled shell of his former self but still denying the murder of Gay Gibson.

Gay's body was never recovered.  


The bed and door from Gay's cabin (photo source

Sources:

Crime Reads (March 25, 2021), The Actress, The Steward and the Ocean Liner.

Criminal Encyclopedia (November 12, 2016), James Camb - 1947.

Fido, Martin, The Chronicle of Crime.  Carroll & Graf Publishers, 1993.

Keith, W. Barrington, The World's Greatest Crimes.  Hamlyn Publishing Group, 1990.

The Mirror (March 25, 2018), Gorgeous Gay Gibson Was Thrown Out of  a Cruise Ship Porthole.

 Murderpedia (2021).  James Camb

Soapboxie (October 8, 2020).  The Porthole Murder.  

    

   


 

October 7, 2021

Murder in Little Washington

Could a Vicious Attack and the Murder of a North Carolina Businessman Lead Back to Dungeons and Dragons? 

Lieth Von Stein around the time of his murder (photo source)


The Crime

It was 4:24 a.m. on Monday, July 25, 1988 when the call came in to North Carolina's Beaufort County Law Enforcement Center.  It had been a slow night, with dispatcher Michelle Sparrow reading a Stephen King novel throughout much of her 10 p.m. to 6 a.m. shift.  The woman on the other end of the emergency call was speaking so softly that Michelle couldn't fully understand her.  The woman asked for police and an ambulance and when Michelle asked her to speak up, she demurred.  She claimed that the intruder could still be in the house.  The dispatcher at first wondered if the caller was one of their "regulars," those few mentally disturbed people who would call emergency services to report terrible, yet false, acts.  She asked the woman her name and upon learning it -- Bonnie Von Stein -- and that the woman, Bonnie, said that she, as well as her husband, might be dying, Michelle Sparrow knew this was no crank call.  She advised the officers on duty, as well as rescue, to respond immediately to 110 Lawson Road for the possible beating and stabbing of two people.  "Please hurry," Bonnie Von Stein begged Michelle Sparrow.

The first officers to arrive at the scene, Danny Edwards, Ed Cherry, and Sergeant Bradford Tetterton, approached the two-story house with their weapons unholstered, fearing the intruder Bonnie Von Stein mentioned might still be in the house.  The house itself was dark and the men scoped it out with heavy flashlights, noting the enclosed back porch, with the porch door open and the broken window beside it.  Edwards and Tetterton entered the home through the open door where, in the kitchen, they found a fluorescent light on over the sink, cabinet doors opened under a microwave oven and a woman's white handbag on a stovetop with its contents strewn.  Edwards immediately detected the coppery scent of blood and mentioned it to Tetterton in a whisper, correctly ascertaining "Somebody's dead."  The pair made a sweep of the downstairs, finding no one or nothing unusual, and after turning on the hallway light, headed upstairs.  There were five closed doors and they took the first one on the right at the top of the stairs, a room that turned out to be the master bedroom.  In the darkness, they couldn't see Bonnie Von Stein but she called to them in desperation.  Sweeping his flashlight throughout the room, Tetterton was confronted by the most horrible sight he had ever encountered in his twenty-six years of service.  The room was awash in the red of the blood that was splattered everywhere.  On the bed, lying diagonally across it, was a stocky man clothed only in cotton briefs that had once been white but were now stained red with blood.   Stab wounds were visible in the man's upper back and left shoulder area.  Worse was the massive crater in the back of his head, so horrible that Tetterton believed he could look directly into the man's skull.   He immediately knew that this man was beyond human help.  Bonnie Von Stein, 44 years old, who lay on the floor next to the bed, told Tetterton that her husband, Lieth, 42 years old, was trying to help her and the intruder had attacked both of them with a "big club" or "baseball bat" and a knife.  

Meantime, Danny Edwards had gone into another bedroom after being advised that Bonnie's seventeen-year-old daughter Angela Pritchard was in the house.  He found the teenager asleep in her bedroom, the room directly next to the master bedroom, dressed only in a t-shirt and with a big square fan humming and blowing.  Despite the humidity and the heat of summer in North Carolina, a glass of ice water, with the ice cubes having not yet melted, sat on her bedside table.  Edwards awoke Angela, advised her there had been a situation in the house and asked her to get dressed as quickly as possible, which she did without question.  Leaving her to do so, he checked the remainder of the upstairs rooms and found no one else.  

Dispatcher Michelle Sparrow's husband, David, had been an EMT before becoming a police officer.  On duty that night, he responded to Lawson Road, armed with his shotgun and his medical equipment.  Let in the house by Edwards, he hurried upstairs to the master bedroom, finding Bonnie Von Stein lying on the floor in a bloodied nightgown.  He gave a compulsory check on Lieth Von Stein, agreeing with Tetterton that it was too late to render any aid, before turning his full attention to Bonnie.  He noted that she had been stabbed in the chest and was having difficulty breathing and so put an oxygen mask on her.  Although Bonnie was fading fast, she begged the officers not to let Angela in the room and to not harm her many cats and pet rooster that were roaming through the house.

The two EMTs that arrived by ambulance only moments later were stunned by the Von Stein bedroom.  They had expected some blood but the room was literally awash in it.  Blood had been sprayed and spattered on the ceiling and on three walls of the room.  The carpet was bloodied on both sides of the bed for more than three feet out.  They went first to Lieth, turning him over and discovering that in addition to the stab wounds in his back and the horrific head injury he had sustained, there was also a large and mean stab wound in the center of his chest, right above his heart.   Both his eyes were swollen and closed, his neat beard was matted in blood and his left hand was clenched.  Of the five gaping wounds on his head, three of them were across his forehead, one above and slightly to the side of his left eyebrow and the worst, above and to the back of his left ear.   There were six stab wounds from a large-bladed knife in his upper back, near his left shoulder and the one vicious stab wound to his chest, which would later be revealed to have gone straight through his heart.  His body appeared to have been bathed in his blood.   He had no pulse and the blood on his chest was already beginning to gel.   

Having done what they could do for Lieth, they began working on Bonnie.  They found she had cuts on her head and a stab wound to her chest that no longer appeared to be bleeding but she had lost a massive quantity of blood and her blood pressure was dangerously low.  The local hospital was notified to be prepared for her, as she was gravely injured and quickly fading, and permission was given for an IV drip and to wrap Bonnie in anti-shock trousers.  After a dressing was placed on her stab wound, a stretcher was brought into the house to transport Bonnie as quickly as possible to the emergency room.  

Tetterton had been speaking with Angela downstairs while the EMTs worked on Bonnie.  She claimed to have slept through the violence that went on in the room next door to hers, not even hearing Lieth's screams as he was being murdered.  She seemed oddly detached to the news that her parents had been beaten and stabbed.  She said she had a brother named Chris who was away at N.C. State University and Tetterton advised her to call her brother.  

(photo source)

Detective John Taylor was the youngest detective in the Washington Police Department at twenty-seven and he arrived at the crime scene after Bonnie Von Stein had been taken out of the house on a stretcher.  It seemed apparent that the intruder had entered and departed the home by the back porch but the broken window by the door was curious, as the door itself had nine individual panes of glass.  Furthermore, it would be impossible for someone to reach an arm in through the broken higher window to unlock the door (and silly, as one of the panes of glass by the lock itself could have been broken instead.)  Taylor found that the cuts in the window screen did not match the breaks in the glass.  Also curious was a faded and torn military knapsack that seemed out of place, lying on the back porch by a plastic garbage can. 

Although the white handbag found on the stovetop in the kitchen had been rifled through - and two additional handbags were found on a countertop - there were too many other things left behind that robbers typically take, like televisions, VCRs, stereos and computers.  A twenty-dollar bill and change were in plain view on a dresser in the master bedroom.  Lieth Von Stein's wallet and watch were untouched.  Bonnie's wedding rings were in a small bowl and other jewelry was in an unlocked box on a chest.  Detectives quickly came to the conclusion that robbery was highly unlikely and it whoever had entered the home had done so with the sole purpose of killing Lieth and Bonnie.


At the Beaufort County Hospital's emergency room, the doctor on duty found that Bonnie had suffered three very ragged lacerations on her head, two near her hairline at the center of her forehead of about an inch in length, and another, in a C-shape, over her right eyebrow.  Her left thumb, swollen and bruised, was likely broken.  Above her right breast was a grapefruit-sized bruise and to the right of her sternum was a two-inch stab wound.  The blade had bounced off bone and cut into the chest wall, causing a partial collapse of her lung.   But she was still alive. 


Chris Pritchard arrived in Little Washington around 8:30 that Monday morning, driven into town by N.C. State Safety Patrol officers, who had found him, hysterical, at one of the university's emergency call boxes.  After receiving the call from Angela that his mother and stepfather had been attacked, he had woken his roommate and torn their dorm room apart in search of his car keys, which he had been unable to locate.  He had then gone outside and seeing the emergency call box, used it to beg for help in getting home.  During the two-plus hour drive back to Little Washington, Chris had curled up in the backseat of the patrol car and gone to sleep, awaking only when they arrived at the Washington Police Department.  He was informed there that his mother was in the hospital but expected to survive and his stepfather was dead.  While Angela had been oddly unemotional, Chris, according to the officer who informed him, attempted to be grief-stricken "but he wasn't quite making it."  Chris asked to go to the hospital to see his mother before speaking with authorities, a request that was granted.  He was allowed to sit and hold her hand in the ICU while she recounted what had happened and Chris cried.


Lieth and Bonnie

Lieth, in his 1963 high school senior photo (photo source)

As with any homicide investigation, the authorities looked closely at the victims to discern who might want to harm them and why.  

Lieth Von Stein had been born in Queens, New York, the only child of parents of German descent who both came from prosperous families.  The Von Steins moved to Winston-Salem, North Carolina when Lieth was a baby and began running a laundry that would expand to become one of the most successful in the country, with several branches and more than 130 employees.  Lieth, after graduation, went to the School of Engineering at N.C. State University but flunked out by the end of his junior year and, with the Vietnam War raging, was soon drafted and sent to Germany for clerical work.  Honorably discharged in 1970, he returned to North Carolina and enrolled at Guilford College in Greensboro.  He was well known for his intellect, outspokenness, and wry sense of humor, as well as his continued close relationship with his parents, whom he unfailingly introduced to all of his friends, male and female.  He became enamored with computers during his time at Guilford and following graduation, he got a job working with them at Integon, an insurance company in Winston-Salem.  

While working at Integon, he met a woman who had also taken a strong interest in computers.  Bonnie Bates Pritchard was two years older than Lieth with two small children and had recently separated from her husband.  A native of Welcome, North Carolina, located in the rolling farmland of northern Davidson County, she had grown up in a family with three sisters and a brother and regular churchgoing parents.  Quiet and shy, Bonnie's main passions were reading and animals.  She had gone to work at Integon two years after graduating from high school and three years before she had married Steve Pritchard, who was only seventeen at the time of their wedding and attending his senior year of high school.  Fifteen months after the wedding, a son, Christopher, was born; under two years later, daughter Angela joined the family.  The addition of children to the already shaky marriage proved the death knell and the couple separated days before Bonnie's twenty-eighth birthday and weeks before Chris's fourth birthday, with the divorce becoming final the following year - the first in the Bates family.  

Lieth and Bonnie began to see each other outside of work in October of 1976, with their first date being dinner at Bonnie's house and then watching television after Chris and Angela were put to bed.  Two weeks after this dinner date, Lieth moved to Cincinnati, where he had taken a job with Federated Department Stores.  He had seen Bonnie for the two weekends before he moved and although she expected things to fizzle with him out of town, he continued to call and write to her.  Each trip he made home to visit his parents, he saw Bonnie as well.  About six months after he moved, he introduced Bonnie and her children to his parents, an indication that things were serious.  As Chris and Angela had had little to no contact with Steve Pritchard after he had left the marriage, Lieth stepped into the role, watching the kids in their school plays, taking them out to eat and even traveling together as a family on vacations at the beach.  Following a visit to Welcome at the home of Bonnie's parents, Lieth arranged to have a washing machine and an air conditioner delivered to their home, telling the Bateses that it would make him feel so good knowing they would be comfortable in the North Carolina summers and that Bonnie's mother could have more time to herself if she had help with the wash.  

In early August of 1979 Lieth accepted a new job at a finance company in South Bend, Indiana and asked Bonnie to go with him as his wife.   She said yes and the two were married on August 17.  Bonnie gave up the job she had held for fifteen years and she and her children moved with Lieth to a suburb in South Bend.  The winters didn't suit him and he worried about his aging parents and so in 1981 he accepted the position of head of internal auditing at National Spinning Company in Washington, North Carolina.   In July of that year, Lieth, Bonnie and the two children moved to the Smallwood subdivision, where they purchased the two-story frame house at 110 Lawson Road.   Although Lieth was happy to be back in North Carolina, he never cottoned on to Little Washington, as it was known, wanting instead to be in a larger city like Winston-Salem.  

In 1983, Bonnie began teaching data processing at a local community college.  The following year, she accepted a job as a programmer analyst with Hamilton Beach at the appliance factory only a handful of miles from the Lawson Road home, a position she would hold for two years.

In 1987, Lieth's father died suddenly of an aortic aneurism, leaving an estate valued at more than $1.2 million (nearly $3 million in 2021 dollars).  Lieth's mother, already suffering with health issues herself and thoroughly grief-stricken over her husband's sudden passing, followed him in death only four months later.  The loss of both of his parents in so short a time not only left Lieth relatively wealthy but had him thinking hard on his own life, which he felt had fallen into a rut.  He had apparently never much liked his job and by the last weekend of his life, he was talking to Bonnie about quitting by the end of the year and perhaps traveling or starting a business of his own.  Bonnie would later say that on the last day of his life, Sunday, July 24, 1988, Lieth had been jovial and in good spirits, looking forward with great anticipation to their future.  

In addition to the $1.2 million-plus inheritance, Lieth also had around $1 million in life insurance.  As expected, Bonnie was his beneficiary although she was fairly quickly ruled out as a viable suspect, not only due to her life-threatening injuries but also after speaking to the Von Steins' neighbors, who all said that they were decent, if less than sociable, even standoffish, people.  Should Bonnie also die, that left Chris and Angela Pritchard to inherit. 


The Investigation

Detectives spoke to Chris Pritchard that Monday night around 10:30 p.m., at a friend's house where he and Angela were staying.  Although he was nineteen, in appearance he looked closer to sixteen, a slight young man who wore a baseball cap and chain-smoked nervously.  He told them he had come home to visit that weekend, spending Friday night in the family home on Lawson Road.  He had had a term paper due that Monday though and so had headed back to school on Saturday evening after dinner.  On Sunday night, he had gone out with friends and then returned to the dorms, where he had stayed up until three or three-thirty drinking beer and playing cards.  He had only been in his dorm room and in his bed a very short time when Angela had called him about the attack.  The school's public safety officers had driven him back to Washington because he had been distraught and he couldn't find his car keys.   As far as Chris knew, his parents weren't having any problems and he knew of no one who disliked them, much less would would want to hurt them.  When asked if he and Lieth had gotten along, Chris assured the detectives they had and very well, something that was contradicted by other family members and friends who said that Lieth and Chris had frequently butted heads.  Chris claimed that he knew that Lieth had come into stocks or money but he really knew no details about it.  This too was contradicted by Bonnie, who told detectives that she herself had told Chris not only how much Lieth inherited but how much he was insured for.

Detectives go not only on facts but also on their gut feelings - and the detectives not only did not trust Chris Pritchard, they did not like him.

The map that broke the case and the house on Lawson Road (photo source)

What would eventually break the case came courtesy of  a Pitt County farmer by the name of Noel Lee.  Around four-thirty in the morning on Monday, Lee had just finished the hour-long process loading up hogs at his farm that was roughly one mile over the Beaufort County line and seven miles from Little Washington.  He had just been heading back home when he noticed a fire burning in the pre-dawn darkness.  He had been curious enough to drive his truck over and note that the fire was about three or four feet in height and a foot or two in diameter.  It burned so brightly that Lee instantly knew it had been fueled by something.  He didn't get out of his truck -- perhaps exhaustion, perhaps an ominous feeling -- but when he heard about Lieth Von Stein's murder, he instantly thought of the unusual fire and called authorities. 

Lee proved to be an excellent witness who remembered the exact time he first noted the fire and recalled precisely where it had been burning.  On Tuesday evening, he was able to take detectives to where he had spotted the fire and then over to Grimesland Bridge Road off State Route 264, where it had been burning.  The fire, naturally, had burnt out, leaving a blackened circle and charred debris.  In those debris were what appeared to be a socket for an extension wrench, burned remnants of blue jeans, molten remains of a sweater, the bottom of a Reebok sneaker and a large hunting knife, its handle melted and its six-inch blade blackened.  Also found were some wadded sheets of paper, one of them partially burned, that had blown out of and away from the fire. 

On Wednesday morning, detectives returned to photograph the area in daylight and give a more thorough search (although nothing more of significance was found).  

The knife was found to be consistent with the wounds that Lieth Von Stein had suffered.  More amazingly, once the singed sheets of paper were examined, one of them was determined to be a map, crudely drawn with a ballpoint pen,  One word was notated on the map - Lawson.  Blocks were drawn in, obviously to represent homes, and the one with an "X" had 110 written on it.  110 Lawson Road, the Von Stein home. 


The funeral service for Lieth Von Stein was held on Thursday, July 28.  What started as a gray drizzle turned into a raging thunderstorm by the time the service began.  Lieth's body was not present; he had been cremated and the cremains would be buried in Winston-Salem following a second, later, service.  The chapel was packed with Lieth's co-workers, neighbors and Bonnie's family.  Bonnie, attired in a black bedroom gown, was brought from the hospital in a car sent by the funeral home.  Chris and Angela rode with her and Chris, along with a mortuary employee, assisted her up the aisle and to her seat.  Following the service, she returned to the hospital, where she remained for four more days.   

On Friday, July 29, Washington's annual Summer Festival began, bringing in record crowds to enjoy the live music, food stands and arts and crafts exhibits.  Two of the attendees on that opening night were Chris and Angela Pritchard.  


Chris

(photo source)

Given the estimated timing of the attacks on Lieth and Bonnie, when Noel Lee had observed the fire and the location of the fire, detectives believed that after killing Lieth and attempting to kill Bonnie, the perpetrator or perpetrators had driven west on 264, stopping off at Grimesland Bridge Road to search for a good area to dispose of the evidence.  After doing so, if they then continued west on 264 they would end up in Raleigh and N.C. State University, where Chris Pritchard was a student.    The focus of the investigation enlarged to include Raleigh and N.C. State.

Before speaking to anyone outside the Pritchard family about Chris, however, investigators asked Chris to draw a map of the Von Stein neighborhood.  This he did, with a ballpoint pen, even going so far as to label the streets.  That second map would be compared with the first, with the professional and expert opinion by a handwriting analyst that the "Lawson" Chris had printed (twice) on the second map was identical to that on first map.

Speaking to former coworkers of Chris' and a girl he had dated, detectives learned that Chris had reportedly begun using marijuana and cocaine after his high school graduation and that although he liked to think and say he was lucky with the ladies, he was anything but.  The girl he had dated briefly broke up with him after he wouldn't keep his hands off her, even after she repeatedly told him no.  That girl had had no contact with him since that time but mentioned that he had talked incessantly about a game called Dungeons & Dragons.  

Chris' roommate during his freshman year told detectives that he and Chris never hung out together as their habits were different.  Chris never studied, to the point of barely making it through his first year.  The roommate knew of Dungeons & Dragons, as Chris read books about it in their room, but had never played the game there.

Detectives also spoke to a local sixteen-year-old who had often sold Chris pot and a mutual friend who confirmed Chris' marijuana use, as well as LSD, which he said Chris had started taking in the middle of his first summer session.  Chris had been a braggart, throwing money around on alcohol and drugs, and telling his friends that his parents were wealthy; they had bought him a Mustang, a nice computer, and they sent him a weekly allowance.  Chris was easily influenced by others, they said, and the main reason he was doing so poorly at school, besides the drinking and drugs, was that he spent practically all of his time playing Dungeons & Dragons.  

Detectives located the two female students who had hung out with Chris and another friend on the night of Sunday, July 24, going out to eat and then returning to the dorms, where they recalled that Chris had parked his car in the outer, fringe lot rather than closer to the dorms.  They remembered the evening well because their card game had not started until ten o'clock or later in their dorm room and beginning around one or one-thirty in the morning, one of the girls had started to ask Chris to leave.  Chris had ignored her requests until three-thirty when, after learning the time, he left at once.   One of the girls recounted that Chris had told her that he had an outline on his computer of how to come into a lot of money but when she asked to see it he had refused, saying it was secret.  She further said that Chris was resentful of Lieth, angry that Lieth spent his money on Bonnie but not on Chris and Angela.  Chris, she said, felt that he and Angela should have better cars and better clothing.   

Other acquaintances of Chris' said the same; that Chris was resentful of Lieth, did not like him, while others claimed that Chris never spoke of his stepfather at all.  

Unsurprisingly, Chris was not a good student and was better known around campus for his alcohol and drug consumption and his utter obsession with Dungeons & Dragons, although he had been a good student in school until about his senior year.  Despite that difficult year,  he had still been accepted at NC State as a nuclear engineering student.  Perhaps coincidentally, perhaps not, it was the same school that Lieth Von Stein had taken and flunked out of twenty years before.

Detectives, when speaking with Lieth's coworkers, learned that the Thursday or Friday before his death Lieth had been upset with Chris over his studies, going so far as to say that if Chris' grades did not improve that semester, he would be cut off. 

The detectives felt they might have a good motive for Lieth's murder and the attempted murder of Bonnie - an inheritance the rapidly failing Chris was certain to receive should both of them die.   Unknowing to Chris, however, was the fact that even if Bonnie had died, her will and that of Lieth, stipulated that neither Chris nor Angela could receive their share until they reached the age of thirty-five.   

 The Game

Dungeons & Dragons circa 1980 (photo source

Dungeons & Dragons first hit the market in 1974, a precursor to the immersive videogames that would flood the market decades later.  A fantasy role-playing game derived from miniature wargames, D&D allows players to to create their own character and assume that role.  Playing with a participant that takes on the role of Dungeon Master, who is the game's referee and storyteller, they form parties who explore, gather treasures and information and do battle.  The game allows the Dungeon Master to create his or her own unique storylines and adventures.  

By 1981, Dungeons & Dragons had a reported three million-plus players around the world and three-quarters of a million copies of the rules were being sold annually by 1984.   While the game won many awards in the role-playing genre, it also came under fire for its violent incentives and allegations of devil worship and witchcraft and for leading to suicide and murder.  In 1979, nearly a decade before Lieth Von Stein was murdered in his bed, Michigan State University student James Dallas Egbert III went missing from his dorm after playing Dungeons & Dragons.  He was located by a private investigator a month later and returned to his family, where he killed himself with a gunshot to the head. 

In 1982, sixteen-year-old Bink Pulling, an honors student and avid D&D player in Montpelier, Virginia, left a note saying that his soul was no longer his after another player put the curse of the werewolf on him.  He then got his father's handgun, went out onto the front lawn of the family home, and shot himself through the heart.  

Four months after Bink Pulling's suicide, eighteen-year-old Tony Gowin of Bardstown, Kentucky walked into a local hobby shop to ask about a Dungeons & Dragons book he had ordered.  He got into an argument with the twenty-year-old clerk and impaled her with a medieval broadsword, killing her. 

In 1984, 12-year-old Steven Erwin of Colorado fatally shot his 15-year-old brother Dan and then himself.  Both boys were avid fans of Dungeons & Dragons and left suicide notes saying that death was the only way they could get out of the game.

On May 26, 1985, a trio of Ragland, Alabama high school honor students playing Dungeons & Dragons shot and killed 26-year-old convenience store clerk Missy Macon.   

In November of 1985, sixteen-year-old David Ventiquattro of New York, a Dungeon Master, took a .20 gauge shotgun and killed his eleven-year-old friend Martin Howland.  Ventiquattro claimed that in his D&D world, his role was to extinguish evil and Martin was an evil demon who had to die. 

In 1987, Long Island teen Daniel Kasten murdered his parents as they slept.  An avid Dungeons & Dragons player, Kasten believed that he was under the control of the Mind Flyer character.    

    

Although the company that produced the game denied any legitimate connection between it and violence, in 1983 it added a warning about players becoming too closely identified with their characters.

Like James Dallas Egbert had in 1979, Chris and his D&D friends liked to play the game in the steam tunnels at school, fortifying themselves with alcohol, pot and/or acid before playing out the scripts they were given by the Dungeon Master, roleplaying which would often run throughout the night.  The two friends that Chris had that seemed as dedicated to the game as he was were a current student named Bart Upchurch and a former student named Neal Henderson.

Bart

(photo source)

James Bartlett "Bart" Upchurch III was from eastern Caswell County and, like Bonnie Von Stein, had grown up on a farm.  Although his parents would stay married for years, they endured breaks in which Bart and his younger siblings were separated from their father.  In elementary and high schools, he had been a good student with above-average grades but he tended to bore easily.  He was an avid reader, though, with particular interest in the science-fiction and fantasy genres.  It was while reading one of his books that he was first introduced to Dungeons & Dragons.  He acquired the board game and soon had friends playing with him after school and even over the telephone.  By ninth grade, Bart brought the game to school with him and it would be played in the cafeteria during lunch.  So popular did it become that soon other students were creating their own groups to play.  Teachers were aware the students were involved in the game but in an isolated area like Caswell County, Dungeons & Dragons was seen as a positive outlet for kids to stimulate their creativity and imagination.   The game required intense concentration and a commitment, neither negative attributes.  For Bart, who loved to tell stories and loved to be in charge, it answered an innate need he had.  That the game had a lack of moral base, that the people who "won" weren't necessarily "good guys" but those characters who had outsmarted others, troubled him not at all.  As the Dungeon Master, he liked the power and the recognition far too much. 

Although Bart had acquired a reputation as a loner and "weird," his teachers recalled him always being very obedient and respectful to them, if with no apparent direction or goals in life.  

By the time Bart began his senior year of high school in the fall of 1985, he and his fellow players had moved into advanced stages of play and the game had taken on a new and different cast.  No longer were their characters going after monsters but were now facing off against each other, to seize each other's "treasure" and conspire to destroy other characters.  

It was at this point that Neal Henderson joined Bart's circle and D&D group.

Neal

Like Bart, Neal Henderson came from a broken family but unlike Bart, who did not communicate his feelings easily, Neal found the separation from his adored father heart wrenching.   Precocious in his youth, he had an exceptionally high IQ of 180 and was considered gifted.   So far ahead of his classmates that he made perfect scores on any tests he took, he, like Bart, became bored at school.  He turned his attention to books, books of all genres, and created his own comic books.  In the fifth grade, Neal attended eighth-grade classes in the morning and then returned to elementary school in the afternoon.  Although he could have handled a full day of a high school curriculum, Neal's mother worried about his social development if he spent all day with older classmates.  

Although the ten-year-old was considered an oddity, he was not bored at school for the first time although he was a terrible procrastinator.  At twelve, Neal went off to high school and took the SAT for the first time, outscoring the gifted academics in the senior class.  At thirteen, he heard of Dungeons & Dragons for the first time and read everything he could find on the subject.  

When he was fourteen, Neal was accepted at the prestigious North Carolina School of Science and Mathematics in Durham, where joined other students who were considered the state's best at the tuition-free boarding school.  Shortly after his arrival at the school, he became involved with several groups that engaged in role-playing games that included Dungeons & Dragons.  Also for the first time in his life, he made friends, including his first girlfriend.  His habit of procrastination was still present though, as well as a lack of self-discipline and it reflected in his schoolwork.  He was placed on academic probation and although he managed to pass with Bs and Cs, he was not invited to return to the school the following year.

Although Neal felt badly about letting his mother down, he later said the school and its freedom wasn't for him, as he didn't have the self-discipline required to do the work.  He started his senior year of high school back home, where he played tuba in the band, worked on the high school yearbook, helped raise money to go towards the purchase of a computer for the Junior Engineering and Technical Society (a computer that he helped program), and organized groups for fantasy role-playing.  Like he had done in the year previous, Neal spent more time playing games than he did on his schoolwork and so repeated his senior year.  

He had also found a girlfriend.  Kenyatta Upchurch was Bart's first cousin but she met Neal through Bart's younger brother.  Their relationship would be a typical teenaged tempestuous one, peppered by Neal cheating on her with other girls during his second senior year.  Neal felt these indiscretions should not matter, as he did not love them and he was only satisfying a physical need.  He found girls easy to use and thought it their fault if they got hurt.  When told he shouldn't use people, his only reply was that people were so easy to manipulate.


A Perfect Storm

Bart had his first run-in with the law in February of 1986, when he and three friends were arrested and charged with breaking into the high school and stealing a computer and breaking into a lake house, where they stole cases of beer, wine, a television, two clocks, and a pair of binoculars.  Bart admitted his guilt to his angry and embarrassed parents, who later said that while Bart worried about the outcome (he could have faced the maximum of twenty years in prison), he had no remorse over what he'd done.  

A plea deal was worked out in March, in which the two charges would be consolidated and reduced to misdemeanors in exchange for Bart pleading guilty, paying restitution and completing 150 hours of community service in the six months following his plea (neither of which he did).    Over the next two years, he would be arrested twice more: a misdemeanor larceny charge for stealing a cooler of beer and for driving without a license and careless and reckless driving.   

He tried marijuana for the first time around graduation, allegedly because he thought it something he should do before he started college.  Initially, due to his interest in the military, he wanted to apply to the U.S. Naval Academy but realized his chances of acceptance were slim.  A chance meeting with an army recruiter led him to decide that a three-year enlistment, in which he saved his money and earned college credits, was perfect for him - until his arrest curtailed that.  His probation officer refused to give the permission for him to enlist, saying that he had to complete at least half a term at college before he could come off probation.  Bart had applied to three or four colleges in the fall of his senior year, although he had absolutely no idea what he wanted to do with his life.   He was accepted at North Carolina State University and while he wasn't particularly thrilled, he didn't want to stay in Caswell County.

Neal too had been accepted to NC State on a full scholarship.  He had achieved a near-perfect score on his SATs, the only 1500 the admissions director said he had seen.  Although not a particularly close or good friend of Bart's, Neal was friends with Bart's younger brother and he suggested that he and Bart room together at college.  Given Bart's propensity toward neatness and order and Neal's disorganization and sloppiness, as well as Bart's love of attending parties nightly and returning to the dorm drunk and Neal's dislike of any groups of more than three people, it did not turn out to be the best suggestion.  They remained roommates for their freshman year and even roommates at an apartment off campus during that summer of 1987 but went their separate ways, at least residentially, by the fall of their sophomore year.

Bart had flunked out his freshman year and was informed he would not be invited back.  Neal too had struggled, ending up on academic probation and with his scholarship in jeopardy.  Instead of applying themselves over the summer semester, they watched MTV, played games, smoked marijuana, and shoplifted from a variety of stores, despite Bart's earlier convictions.     

By the end of his sophomore year, Neal too had flunked out, with his scholarship revoked and he was forced to move off-campus.  

Bart was back in school for the summer session by the time he was hanging up posters in search of new D&D players around the campus (with a promise of "Free Beer!").  Neal was working at a local retail store but scheduled his hours around their projected game time.  Also taking the summer session, and against his parents' advice, was Chris Pritchard.  

Confessions

It would take many months but ultimately, it would be Neal that would break and confess all to the investigators.   Unlike Bart, who had been calm and alternately cordial and flippant when questioned, Neal seemed vulnerable and nervous to the detectives.  They played a hunch, telling him they knew Chris was involved and they felt Neal knew something and it would be better for him to tell them what he knew.  The story Neal told was chilling.

Neal said that within a week or so of meeting Chris, discussions turned toward future plans and Chris had mentioned that it would only be a matter of time before he was wealthy; his family, according to Chris, had millions, including multiple houses and cars.  Someone - Neal couldn't remember who - had made the suggestion that Chris should just go ahead and off his parents for the money.  Once they were dead and Chris inherited, he could buy a house in the woods for all of them to live in, where they could spend their days doing drugs, drinking, and playing Dungeons & Dragons.  Neal assumed that it was just bullshitting until July of 1988, when Chris and Bart informed him they had come up with a plan for Chris to inherit early by killing his parents.  

Their first plan had involved Chris sedating his family with sleeping pills and then setting the house on fire.  That plan was scrapped after Chris decided that it would be best if he were not in the home; he thought a home invasion would be a better choice.  Angela was not really discussed other than Chris saying at one point that he was okay splitting the inheritance with her (an amount he told Bart and Neal was around $10 million) and also saying that should she awaken on the murder night, she would also have to be taken out.

According to Neal, Bart agreed to be the actual killer.  Neal's job was to drive Chris' car to Washington, since Bart's driver's license had been revoked.  Neal believed he was going to paid either $2,000 or $20,000 for chauffeuring Bart to and from the scene.  Chris drew them a map of the neighborhood, showing not only the Von Stein house but the neighboring houses with dogs that might bark.   

The day before the murder, Neal said that Chris told him that his parents were about to disinherit him over his poor school performance and lack of ambition and if disinherited, he would have to leave school and likely find a job.  

Neal did not know when the murder plot was going down until the day of Sunday, July 24, 1988 when Bart showed up with Chris' car keys and told him to meet in the fringe parking lot behind the Lee dorms that night around midnight.  Neal said that Bart had applied black shoe polish to a white pair of batting gloves, as well as to the bat he said should "get the job done" on both of Chris' parents.  Just in case, though, Chris had purchased a hunting knife as backup.  According to Neal, Bart was excited and hyperactive about the upcoming murder mission.  

Neal maintained that even while driving Bart to Washington, he was under the impression that he was only going to commit a burglary of jewelry that Chris said was in the house.  Even when they pulled off where Chris had told them to and Bart changed into all black clothing, smeared black shoe polish around his face and put a dark ski mask on, Neal still insisted he had no idea that people were going to get hurt.

Neal told the detectives that he waited in the car while Bart went off with a key that Chris had provided.  He wasn't sure how long Bart was gone but when he returned he told Neal that he had "actually done it" and he had "never seen so much blood in my life."  Neal at first said that he had seen blood on Bart's hands and then later recanted that statement.  

It was Bart who directed Neal on where to go to dispose of the clothing, weapons and map and Bart who set the items on fire.  

Neal drove the two back to Raleigh and left Chris' car in the same lot.  He put Chris' keys on a high shelf in a shared bathroom per Bart's instruction. 

He had spent the last nearly twelve months trying to forget that night and claimed he had been in a state of depression ever since.  He knew he needed to atone by telling all but claimed that he had not come forward out of fear of Bart Upchurch and Chris Pritchard.  

On Thursday, June 15, 1989 Bart Upchurch was arrested for the murder of Lieth Von Stein and the attack on Bonnie Von Stein.  He refused to say anything and asked for a lawyer.

Although officers had done their best to keep Bart's arrest and arraignment secret so as not to tip Chris off, a friend of Bonnie's in Washington had called her in Winston-Salem to tell her that a friend of Chris' had been arrested for Lieth's murder.  Bonnie let Chris know, who had been living with her after leaving school for "psychiatric" reasons, and Chris spent Thursday night at a friend's house. 

On Friday, June 16 detectives turned up at Bonnie's home in Winston-Salem with a warrant for Chris' arrest.  Chris called his attorney before returning to the house, where he was promptly taken into custody.  On the drive back to Beaufort County, he chatted about the tornadoes that had recently struck Winston-Salem and Wake Forest, where he had enrolled in summer school.  He did not speak about the charges leveled against him but acted certain that he would not be under arrest for long.

On the morning of Tuesday, June 20, Neal Henderson was arrested in Raleigh.  He had known it was coming and was waiting for the detectives.  

The Trials

Chris, Bonnie and Angela, January 1990 (photo source)


On Friday, July 21, Neal was released on a bond of $200,000 and moved in with his mother in Danville, Virginia.  As he had been working at a Wendy's in Raleigh when he was arrested and was within days of a promotion, he was allowed to work at a Danville Wendy's while out on bail.   

On Monday, July 31, following a bond motion hearing in court in Washington, Chris' bail was set at $300,000, half of which was to be secured.  Bonnie used two certificates that had been Lieth's to secure Chris' bond.  Neal Henderson had also been in court that morning and Bonnie had a visceral reaction to him that necessitated her to briefly leave the courtroom.  She felt his thick, stocky frame may have been what she had seen that morning when she and Lieth had been attacked and not the lean and lanky frame of Bart Upchurch.

Three days later, Bart reported to the same courtroom where his bond was set at a half million dollars, all of it to be secured.  His family could not meet that requirement and he was returned to jail to await his trial.  

By December, a plea deal had been worked out with Neal and his attorneys.  In exchange for pleading guilty to the felony charges of aiding and abetting second-degree murder and aiding and abetting assault with a deadly weapon and intent to kill, all other charges would be dropped and Neal would testify against Bart and Chris.  Sentencing would be left to the discretion of the judge, who could sentence Neal to as much as life plus twenty years.  On December 5, the plea agreement was accepted by the judge with sentencing to occur after the trials of Bart and Chris.  Neal was allowed to return to Danville with his family.

The trials were scheduled to begin on January 2, 1990 but on December 27, 1989, Chris plead guilty and agreed to testify against Bart after spending nine hours telling his story.  Although there were some inconsistencies, Chris' account backed up Neal's that Bart was the murderer.  Despite this crushing development for Bart's defense, he refused to admit his guilt in the crimes and attempt to seek a plea deal from the state.  He would go to trial.

Bart on trial (photo source)


Bart's trial began on Monday, January 8, 1990 in Elizabeth City, at the Pasquotank County Courthouse.  His jury compromised eight women, four men and two alternates - a man and a woman.  All of them said they could in good conscience sentence Bart to death should they find him guilty and determine the circumstances warranted such punishment.

Beginning at the end of that first day and into Tuesday, January 9, Bonnie Von Stein took the stand and recounted the horrible events of that night in July when she was attacked and her husband was killed.  Two days later, on Thursday, January 11, Chris, considered the prosecution's star witness, took the stand.  He recounted his relationship with Lieth, his troubles with drugs that included marijuana, cocaine, LSD and ecstasy, his faltering grades at college and his obsession with Dungeons & Dragons.  He then recounted the murder plot, which was the first time the general public had heard it.  It was also the first time that Angela, seated beside Bonnie in the courtroom, heard her brother say that if she had awakened on that night back in July of 1988, she was to have been killed as well for the main reason being that Chris would then stand to be the sole beneficiary of their parents' estate.  She showed no outward signs of emotion and had no change in expression.  Chris admitted to having bought the knife used to stab Lieth at a Kmart only days before the murder and testified that only the knife was discussed as being used, not the baseball bat.  

Responding to questions from his own attorney, Chris said that upon learning his mother had survived the assault, he had been "happy."  He also said that he had "incredible remorse" over the attack and murder and he was "thoroughly disgusted."   He admitted the initial idea to murder his parents had come from him.

On Tuesday, January 15, Neal Henderson took the stand, testifying as to his background in a monotone voice so low that the judge had to remind him to speak up.  He recounted meeting Bart back in high school, going to NC State with him, playing Dungeons & Dragons, meeting Chris and taking drugs.  He went over the plot to murder Lieth and Bonnie and testified that Bart had always carried around an army green knapsack, like the one found at the crime scene, and a baseball bat.  He was still on the stand Wednesday, recounting the night of the murder and asserting that neither Bonnie nor Angela nor anyone else had conspired to murder Lieth Von Stein; only Chris, Bart and Neal himself.  Neal was asked why he had gotten involved the plot to kill the Von Steins and he responded that he had poor self-esteem and was desperate to make friends and fit in.  When shown a color photograph of Lieth as he was found dead in his bedroom, Neal teared up and said he not only did not do that, but that he could not have done that.  

Chris and Neal testifying at Bart's trial (photo source)


Bart's attorneys called Jim Upchurch, his father, to the stand, then his great-uncle and then a friend of Bart's from high school.  To everyone's surprise, the defense then rested.  

In closing, which ran over an hour-and-a-half, Bart's attorneys stressed there was not one piece of physical evidence that linked their client to the crime, but both Neal Henderson and Chris Pritchard had admitted their guilt.  The "cold, callous and bloodthirsty" Chris had hired Neal to kill his parents.  The medical examiner had testified that the object used to bludgeon Lieth and Bonnie had been swung by a right-handed person.  Bart, seen writing at the defense table, was clearly left-handed - but Neal was right-handed.  The jury just needed to use common sense with the case.  They closed with a reminder to the jury that despite the testimony, no one knew exactly what had happened and by whom that night at the Von Stein house.

The case went to the jury on the morning of Tuesday, January 23.   Their deliberations continued through lunch and into the afternoon until 5 p.m., when the judge called the end of the day.  Deliberations resumed on Wednesday morning, continuing through lunch until the jury reached a verdict at 4:05 p.m.  None of them looked at Bart as their verdict of guilty was read.  Bart, who on Tuesday morning, had expected the jury to return within minutes with an acquittal, paled visibly and put a hand to his mouth.   His mother, whose birthday it was that day, sobbed and grabbed her son's shoulder.

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The jurors' jobs were not yet done.  Under North Carolina law, they had to decide the punishment for Bart: life in prison or death in the gas chamber.   

The sentencing hearing began on Friday, January 26.  As expected, Bart's family took the stand to beg that his life be spared.  What was unexpected was Bonnie taking the stand outside the presence of the jury to speak of her general objection to the death penalty and that she did not want Bart Upchurch to be executed.  Feeling that her words would invite the jury to use passion and emotion in their decision, the judge found her testimony constitutionally unconscionable and did not allow the jury to hear it.  

Shortly after 3:30 p.m. on Monday, January 29, the jury began its deliberations on sentencing.  They were sent home at 5 p.m. and picked up deliberations on Tuesday morning.   When they returned later that day with a verdict, two of the female jurors were openly crying and once again, none would look at Bart.  Bart's attorneys knew that they had not chosen to spare his life and instead, sentenced him to death.  

Angela Pritchard, who had sat through Neal Henderson's testimony and who had heard the painful details of her brother recounting his plans to end their parents' lives, and possibly her own with boredom bordering on thorough disinterest, burst into tears upon hearing that Bart had been sentenced to death.  


End Game

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Neal Henderson was sentenced to 40 years for aiding and abetting second-degree murder and six years for aiding and abetting assault with a deadly weapon, with the sentences to run concurrently, and was sent to the Harnett County Correctional Institution south of Raleigh.   He was given a recommendation for a "study release," which meant that Neal could have been out of prison in as little as five years.   He ended up serving double that, being released from the Orange Correctional Center in Hillsborough on December 11, 2000 and still resides in North Carolina, where he manages a restaurant.  During the entirety of his incarceration, Neal did not commit a single infraction or have one write-up.   

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Following his conviction and sentence of death, Bart Upchurch filed an appeal and in October of 1992, the Supreme Court of North Carolina found that errors had been made in his sentencing trial and vacated his death sentence, remanding his case for a new capital sentencing proceeding.  At the new hearing, he was sentenced him to life imprisonment.  After serving time at Alexander Correctional Institute and Hyde Correctional Center, Bart was transferred to Davidson Correctional Center, near Lexington, where he remains.  

Unlike Neal Henderson, Bart has had seven infractions since 1995, ranging from theft to disobeying orders.  His last infraction, in September of 2021, was for substance possession.    

He is eligible for parole in 2022.    
            


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Judge Thomas Watts, who had presided over Bart's trial and who had sentenced Neal Henderson, also sentenced Chris Pritchard.  Before handing down the sentence, Chris spoke on his own behalf, saying that while he had forgiven Neal and Bart for their parts in the crime, he had not yet forgiven himself.  Judge Watts believed that Chris was remorseful but also stated, "The midwife may have been Dungeons & Dragons and drugs - I would not argue with that - but the genesis was Christopher Pritchard." 

Judge Watts imposed the maximum sentence on Chris; life plus twenty years.  He was allowed to step into a side room with Bonnie and his attorney for a final, brief, goodbye.  Angela, for whatever reason, did not accompany them.

Chris was sent first to a prison in Goldsboro, southeast of Raleigh, where he underwent a drug and alcohol rehabilitation program before transferring to the Craggy Correctional Institute, north of Asheville.  While in prison, he became a born-again Christian.  Shortly before he was convicted, Bonnie reestablished her relationship with him.  She stayed in touch with him while he was incarcerated and drove to visit him every visitation day.     

He was released from the Davidson Correctional Center near Lexington on May 13, 1997 and moved in with his mother.  He finished his probation on May 31, 2012.    

He currently resides in Winston-Salem with his wife and works with at-risk youth, an advocation he began while imprisoned.  He remains close to his mother.


  
And yet unanswered questions still remain.  

During Lieth's autopsy, the coroner found undigested chicken and rice in his stomach.  Bonnie always said that she and Lieth had dinner that night and then returned home, where Lieth went to bed at 9 p.m.  Rice and chicken, being easily digestible, should have long since left his stomach between three and four in the morning, when the attack would have happened.   Extreme stress can slow down the body's normal digestive functioning but this fact, combined with the abnormal lack of emotion shown not only by Chris and Angela but by Bonnie herself had some wondering whether she had been telling the truth.

Bonnie's initial and visceral reaction to seeing Neal Henderson for the first time supported the theory of some experts who believed that two people were involved in Lieth's murder.  Bonnie had described the assailant, whom she had only glanced briefly in the dark and without her glasses, as being big and bulky with a neck that sat right on his shoulders - a description that would never been given to Bart Upchurch, unless Bart had padded himself substantially that night.  The experts believed that Lieth had been struck by an instrument wielded by a right-handed person; Bart was left-handed.  If the experts were correct, Bart used his less dominant arm to strike Lieth and Bonnie or someone else was in the Von Stein bedroom wielding a weapon.    

In Neal's statement to the police and in his testimony, he claimed that he got nervous while waiting for Bart to return and left their prearranged meeting place and drove without purpose to another location, where Bart apparently found him.  Neal never could explain exactly how Bart would find him in an unfamiliar area in the dark.

Chris testified that he had given Bart the key to the Von Stein back door but Bonnie had told authorities that the porch had been redone and the back door rekeyed with a new lock.  The key that Chris had no longer worked - and yet Lieth Von Stein's killer had managed to enter the home.

Chris always maintained that Angela knew nothing of his murder plot but when asked a year after his conviction about a conversation he had with her on Saturday, July 23, 1988, he had no answers. Chris has been on his way back to Raleigh, supposedly to write a term paper, and had stopped by a friend's house where Angela was.  He had taken her aside for a short, private conversation with her but when pressed later, he could not recall stopping off to see her or having the conversation.  

He also denied that Angela had ever known Bart Upchurch, contradicting Angela herself who said that she and Bart had met a few times when she had traveled to NC State to visit with Chris and one of Angela's girlfriends, who recalled meeting Bart as early as January of 1988 at a Def Leppard concert (notably, five months before Chris claimed to have first met Bart).  Angela presented her relationship with Bart as more acquaintances but friends of Bart had said that they two had been involved in a sexual relationship and that Bart had been in love with Angela.  While incarcerated, Neal Henderson told author Joe McGinniss that Bart had told him, "Finally, I've met a girl I'd like to marry."  

Angela always insisted that she had slept through her stepfather and mother being bludgeoned and stabbed in the bedroom next to hers.  Only hours earlier, Bonnie had knocked on Angela's door, asking her to turn her radio down because the music could be heard through the walls.  Angela not only slept through murder, she also apparently slept through the police, EMS and ambulance coming down the street, up the driveway, into the house and up the stairs.   And she elicited no panic or fear at being woken by a police officer in the wee hours and apparently did not immediately run to his mother's room - next door to hers - upon seeing the police officer or hearing from him that something had happened. 

Some investigators wondered not only how Angela could have slept through Lieth screaming (according to Bonnie more than a dozen times) but if she had unlocked the door downstairs in order to let Bart in.  They theorized that perhaps she had been told Bart was only going to burgle the house and she did not know murder was on the menu until it was happening or had already happened.   The glass of water, with the unmelted ice cubes on her nightstand, in the heat of a North Carolina July evening more than four hours after she claimed to have gone to sleep never made logical sense.  

As late as two years after her brother was incarcerated for Lieth's murder and the attack on their mother, Angela still insisted that Chris and Lieth had a loving relationship.

Lieth's final resting place (photo source


Sources

Bledsoe, Jerry.  Blood Games.  Penguin Group, 1992.

McGinniss, Joe.  Cruel Doubt.  Simon & Schuster, 1991.

State v. Upchurch, 421 S.E. 2d 577 (1992).   

The Crime Bus (2021).  Dungeons & Dragons Murderers.

Washington Daily News (May 26, 2007).  Pritchard To Be Paroled


New York Post (December 12, 2000).  "Dragon' Up Old Fears.