Novel Excerpts–The Boaz Scorekeeper, Chapter 84

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.
The Boaz Scorekeeper, written in 2017, is my second novel. I'll post it a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

After rereading Nate’s article, I was packing my briefcase when Matt stuck his head in my office. “You got a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I want you to meet two nice gentlemen.  Can you come to the conference room please?”  Matt said.

When I entered, I saw two young, clean-cut, well-dressed Hispanic males.

“Hello, I’m Micaden Tanner.”  I said reaching my hand across the conference room table.

They both stood, smiled, and shook my hand. “I’m Santiago Castenada.”

“I’m Nico Castenada, Santiago’s brother.  It’s nice to meet you.”

Matt explained that the two young men had completed graduate studies in California. Santiago received his Masters of Education from the University of Southern California’s Rossier School of Education, and Nico a Master’s of Divinity from Southern California Seminary in El Cajon, California.

“That’s impressive. Are you guys from Boaz?”  I asked.

“No, but we are planning on moving here.” Nico responded.

“They are from Texas but have spent the past eight years in college and graduate school.  They have hired us as general counsel.”  Matt said.

“We are starting a Christian private school for Hispanics.” Santiago said.

“Again, I’m impressed.  But, why Boaz?”

Our uncle was Mateo Castenada.  We owe him so much.  He is the reason for the opportunity we had to receive such an excellent education.  We want to continue his work here in Boaz, although in a slightly different way. Until his disappearance, his church was instrumental in giving hope to hundreds, thousands of local Hispanics.  There is now a void here, all while the Hispanic population continues to explode.  It’s all about providing hope and opportunity.  Education is the key.”

“That is a totally admirable pursuit.  Also, a very expensive one.  I assume you have already arranged your financing.”  I asked.

“Not totally, but we are making progress.  We have a few benefactors lined up.  We are also participating in the Federal Department of Education’s new voucher program instituted by President Trump in 2017.  As you probably have heard, it allows students to attend certified private Christian schools.  The student’s tuition is paid by the program in an amount equal to the applicable State’s cost to educate a public-school student.  Right now, here in Alabama, that amounts to about $10,000 per student per year.” Nico said.

“Here’s something you will find interesting.” Matt said. “I’ve shared Nick’s New York Times article with Santiago and Nico.  They believe it will trigger rioting.  Even before coming in today, they have spent the last several days in the local Hispanic community and observed the smoldering anger that is widespread.”

“Hispanics generally are quiet, peace loving, and law-abiding citizens.  Like most people, they can be pushed too far.  What has happened over the years is like bringing a pot of chili to a slow boil.  I’d say the recipe is complete: the kidnapping and murders of Mateo, his wife, and Alma, the sex trafficking, and the general abuse Hispanics have endured for years, and now, this article that describes how five of the families who founded Boaz have been manipulating and pillaging the whole community.  The pot is at full boil.”  Santiago said.

The four of us talked for another hour before Nico received a cell call and the two of them had to leave.  Matt and his wife were headed to their daughter’s in Atlanta for the July 4th holiday.  I grabbed my briefcase and drove home.  Tonight, might be the night that I had been waiting for.

Novel Excerpts–The Boaz Scorekeeper, Chapter 83

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.
The Boaz Scorekeeper, written in 2017, is my second novel. I'll post it a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Nate concluded his article with the story of a remarkable Hispanic girl who had been called Golden Goose by Mateo, her preacher father.

Eighteen years prior, she had barely survived birth. Throughout the first five years of her life she had endured the pain and suffering of polio, before a complete healing at age six, a Mateo miracle their Christian brethren called it. From there, her life exploded into academic, sports, and spiritual achievement.  Mateo said that she had single-handedly drawn together Hispanics from as far away as Oneonta to the south and Fort Payne to the northeast.  All coming to Boaz and Esperanza Baptist Church to hear Mateo bring Jesus to life, always using Alma as the visual representation that the Son of God continues to perform miracles. 

Friday, May 26, 2017, was graduation day for Alma and 115 fellow students from a mixed class of 46% Hispanics, 52% white, and 2% listed as ‘Other.’  Alma had a perfect 4.0 GPA, in fact, she had never received anything less than a B+ on any report card throughout her 13 years in the Boaz School System.  And, that B+ was in the Sixth Grade in a Physical Education class where the long-gone teacher gave A’s only to students who could do 25 pull-ups in less than one minute.  Alma did 24 even without the full use of her left hand that had been partially disabled from the polio.

Alma’s Valedictorian speech was scathing, and scintillating, but always respectful, and deeply heartfelt.  She praised the school system for an excellent education but condemned community leaders for allowing blatant discrimination against Hispanics.  Alma came close to calling the names of those she deeply believed were responsible for the disappearance of a dozen missing Hispanic girls, and four young men and their families.  She ended her speech lauding the efforts First Baptist Church of Christ had tirelessly made in establishing Esperanza Baptist and by warmly welcoming the overflowing Hispanic congregation that could no longer crowd into its undersized auditorium.

Two months earlier, Club Eden had developed its plan to transfer Alma and Mateo to ‘a more suitable environment.’  If left unhindered, their influence would decimate the once all-white community, changing its face and its character in unacceptable ways.  The Sunday morning worship hour attendance was already nearly 35% Hispanic. 

But, there was another reason Alma and Mateo had to go.  Thirty-seven-year-old Warren Tillman had fallen in love with the eighteen-year-old Alma.  Wade knew this, although Alma did not.  She had known Warren since she was a child and had always had the most respect for him.  He had liked her from the beginning but as she grew and matured into a beautiful young woman he had become enamored with her.  He arranged his schedule and her church involvement to make sure they were together working, planning, ministering as many hours per week as he could.  He had never done anything inappropriate with her but fantasized someday being together as husband and wife.  Wade had become keen to Warren’s infatuation several weeks earlier when, unnoticed, Wade had seen how Warren looked at and spoke with Alma.  Just as his ancestor Waymon Tillman was against interracial marriages, Wade was even more bigoted, protesting even friendly relationships between his children and Hispanics or Negroes. 

The initial plan was non-violent.  Alma would be given a fully paid education at Harvard and Mateo and his wife would be moved to San Marcos, Texas, given a nice home in an even nicer suburban neighborhood, and a job as associate Pastor at First Baptist Church of San Marcos.  Two weeks ago, Mateo and Alma had agreed, buying into Wade, James, and Fred’s argument that the Hispanic community was becoming too dependent upon the two of them, eventually causing a loss of faith and trust in God.  Alma was scheduled to spend the summer in Mexico with the Tarahumara Indians, and Mateo and his wife were moving to San Marcos in two weeks.

Three hours before Alma’s speech and the graduation ceremony, Mateo and Alma changed their minds and told Wade Tillman and James Adams.  They explained how they had prayed for nearly a week and had met with two other Hispanic pastors, one from Huntsville and the other from Birmingham, who both encouraged them to stay put, that God was at work and was not instructing them to leave.

After the graduation ceremony ended, Alma and her best friend Esmarelda Andres, along with several other Hispanic graduates, had plans to attend a celebration at St. William Catholic Church in Albertville where that City’s Hispanic graduates were also meeting. As the other Hispanic graduates drove out of the parking lot, Alma and Esmarelda were showered with gifts and congratulations from Wade and James before they too headed to St. William’s.

Eight minutes later Boaz Police Officers Chris Anderson and Paul Thomas blue-lighted Alma’s car on South Broad Street.  Less than two minutes later, Alma and Esmarelda were lying in the trunk of Alma’s car, hands tied behind their back, with Paul Thomas driving and Chris Anderson in tow in the BPD car.  Across town, Boaz Police Officers Dale Watson and Edward Hall had just completed their abduction of Mateo and Natamar Castenada.  The police officers drove all four vehicles to 1675 Shady Grove Road and Club Eden’s 288-acre hideaway.

Upon arrival, Chris Anderson and Edward Hall loaded Esmarelda Andres into the trunk of a 2017 Chevrolet Malibu and set out for the airport in Muscle Shoals.  Earlier, Club Eden and Gustav Nilsson had agreed to exchange Alma Castenada and $100,000 at 1:00 a.m. Saturday morning.  Esmarelda and Alma, though unrelated, could pass for twins.  Both were tall, almost 5 feet 7 inches.  Their weights converged on 125 pounds.  Both, of course, had long black hair.  Both possessed stellar beauty.  At 1:25 a.m., Gustav Nilsson and his two sons had stowed Esmarelda in their King Air 250 and were at 10,000 feet on a direct route northeasterly, to a destination unknown.

By 2:30 a.m., Mateo, Natamar, and Alma were laying side-by-side in the back of a 2017 Chevrolet Suburban courtesy of Adams Chevrolet, Buick & GMC.  The three gentle and caring souls lay silent, sleeping an eternal sleep from a lethal dose of cyanide poisoning.  Wade Tillman and James Adams were driving Interstate 59 northward to Valley Head and a 145-acre farm between Big Wills Creek and Rock Ridge Road that Club Eden had purchased in February for special purposes such as tonight’s.

It would be nearly nine months before Wade Tillman and James Adams were indicted for the kidnapping of Esmarelda Andres, and the kidnapping and murders of Mateo, Natamar, and Alma.  Looking back from that day, February 2018, one hundred seventeen years had passed since the murders of Leroy and Toby Jones, and ninety-two years since the murders of David Howsley and Baynard Reed.  All deaths were rooted in the hatred and bigotry of Club Eden’s full membership.

Novel Excerpts–The Boaz Scorekeeper, Chapter 82

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.
The Boaz Scorekeeper, written in 2017, is my second novel. I'll post it a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

The next section of Nate’s lengthy article was titled, The 1926 Murder of a Homosexual Couple.

In February 1926, David Howsley and Baynard Reed moved to Boaz from San Francisco.  Reed’s aunt had passed away in 1925 and left him her house on Elm Street, and Reed Flowers and Gifts, the only such shop in Boaz.  It was a small operation that allowed Sonya Reed to eke out a semi-comfortable living but not big enough to garner Club Eden’s attention.  That is, until it found out David and Baynard were homosexuals.  By the time the Club found out about the two men’s sexual orientation they had already leased a larger building for a flower shop. The new facility was next to present day Eaglemart and offered much better exposure to potential business.  The old building, which Sonya owned, was small, on a back street, and suffered from fifteen years of sagging floors and leaking roof.

It was on a Monday, the first after the July 4th City wide celebration, that early morning customers saw the sign on the Shop’s front door.  It read, “Thanks for all your support but we miss the West Coast.  Good luck and God Bless.”  Within two weeks, Anna Criar, the woman who the following year would become the wife of Benjamin Ericson, had reopened the shop as “Heaven’s Scent.”

Nate shared the story Rudolph had told him.  He said that he and his fellow club members thought interracial marriage was the most despicable thing they would ever have to deal with.  That was until homosexuals Howsley and Reed moved to town.  Rudolph admitted that Club Eden was on very thin ice from a Scriptural standpoint concerning their hatred of colored people but clearly the Bible supported their virulence against homosexuality.

At first, Rudolph had told Nate that the Club had simply threatened harm if the couple didn’t leave Boaz, and that violence was unnecessary.  With the Huntsville Dive Club’s discovery in May, Nate knew Rudolph was lying.  Ultimately, on Nate’s second visit to Creekside Nursing Home, Rudolph admitted that Club Eden had abducted and murdered the two men.

Rudolph said Farris Billingsley and Benjamin Ericson watched the two men for nearly three weeks, enough to learn their weekend routine. On Sundays, Howsley and Reed would take their two English Terriers to R.A. Mitchell’s place outside Gadsden. The couple had met the former mayor of Gadsden shortly after opening their shop.  He had come into town to purchase flowers for a cousin who had passed away.  The three hit it off and Mitchell invited them to visit his place in Gadsden.  The property, which later became Noccalula Falls, was the perfect place for an outdoor adventure: hiking, swimming, and picnicking.

During Howsley and Reed’s fourth Sunday trip to Mitchell’s, Eugene Adams and Samuel Radford accosted the two men as their Model T Ford made a horseshoe turn coming up Cox Gap. Rudolph Tillman and Farris Billingsley were standing outside the raised hood of Farris’ 1923 Buick Master.  In less than five minutes, the four Club Eden men had the homosexual couple tied up in the back seat of the Buick.  Adams drove the Howsley’s Model T Ford while Radford accompanied him. 

When they arrived at Club Eden’s 288-acre headquarters, Benjamin Ericson had a two-horse wagon ready.  The two men were removed from the Buick, and loaded onto the back of the wagon.    They were carried to the backside of the land and walked inside a cave containing a spring that fed the creek that ran behind the Club’s cabin.  Eugene Adams shot David Howsley, and Samuel Radford shot Baynard Reed.  The bodies were left there until 1988 when their remains were boxed up and buried 80 feet below the surface of the man-made Aurora Lake. 

Novel Excerpts–The Boaz Scorekeeper, Chapter 81

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.
The Boaz Scorekeeper, written in 2017, is my second novel. I'll post it a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

The next section of Nate’s lengthy article was titled, The 1901 Murder of a Black Man and his Son.

Success for the five prominent families didn’t come uninterrupted.  Things changed forever in 1901.  Waymon’s long held belief that all men were created in God’s image was radically altered when Leroy Jones, his wife Eliza, and their two children, Sally and Toby, moved into the Boaz community.  Waymon had never had much contact with black folks even though for the first twelve years of his life he lived where there were hundreds of slaves on dozens of plantations all within a few miles of downtown Jackson, Georgia.  But, Waymon had never spoken with one.  His father was a preacher and they lived in town.  His father forbid Waymon from engaging with black folks.

At Mercer Preparatory School, Waymon learned from Professor Sherwood that Abraham Lincoln believed Negroes were inferior to whites and that the two races should not mix socially or politically.  But Waymon, deeply influenced by Sherwood and his infatuation with the Book of Ruth and the colorblind Boaz, remained, at a minimum, neutral in his beliefs. 

This changed when Mary, his daughter, feel in love with Toby Jones. The two met at Red Apple church in the late Spring of 1901.  Mary, at 19, had traveled with a group of ladies from First Baptist Church of Christ to Red Apple to host a Vacation Bible School for a sister church whose pastor had been killed by a falling tree during a heavy snow storm the past February.

Toby and his family lived across the road from Red Apple Church alongside the Church’s cemetery.  Toby and his sister Sally had been out working in their garden when Mary was strolling through the cemetery before their School started that morning.  Toby was tall and handsome with light brown skin.  Mary, for the first time in her life, felt sexual desire as she watched Toby working a middle buster plow behind a short, white pony. 

Over the next nine days of Bible School, Mary visited the cemetery every morning, and someway Toby found a reason to always be in the family garden.  After three days, they were talking.  Mary was surprised how clearly and intelligently Toby spoke and conversed.  She had read many books that all seemed to paint Negroes as ignorant and unsavory.  On day four, they were sharing thoughts of their favorite books and stories.  Mary invited Toby to town to visit the new library that had recently opened, but Toby declined saying that wouldn’t be possible right now.  On day five, they were sitting on a stump toward the back side of the cemetery unseen to anyone across the road at the Church.  Day eleven was a Saturday, the day after Vacation Bible School had ended.  Mary got up early and walked the three miles and met Toby, as planned, at the old oak stump.  They spent all day walking and talking, sitting and laying on a blanket Toby had brought.  They enjoyed a picnic down by Clear Creek that ran behind the Jones’ place. As late afternoon approached, Mary stood up and packed her basket.  Toby rolled up their blanket and they returned to the old oak stump.  It was there their physical intimacy began.  But, not because of Toby’s initiation.  It was Mary who reached out and pulled Toby’s face into hers for their first kiss.  Mary, standing on top of the old oak stump, was face to face with the man, the Negro man, she had fallen in love with in less than two weeks.  Neither one of them realized that Matt Rawlings was watching their every move through a grove of white oaks on the other side of the fence as he sat fishing alongside a long-neglected pond.

Nate shared that he could have written an entire article about the sweet and innocent love affair between Mary and Toby.  However, his editors wouldn’t allow it.  Nate shared how Waymon found out what Mary was up to and forbid her ever seeing Toby Jones again.  Everyone could predict her next move.  Waymon next went to visit Leroy Jones and the meeting didn’t go well.  Leroy’s beliefs sounded like Waymon’s, well, the former Waymon.  By now, Waymon’s true heart had erupted and he found justification in Scripture for his current belief that whites and blacks should not date or marry, or otherwise intermingle.  Mary’s behavior and rejection of him led to Waymon’s pure hatred.  This was the birth of Waymon’s lifelong bigotry toward people of color.

In early Fall, Leroy and his son Toby, went missing.  Four days later they were found, and a week later Leroy’s wife and daughter moved back to their hometown of Gadsden.  Waymon and the other four members of Club Eden had lured the two Negroes to Nedmore Grocery where supposedly the store owner held a package for them that he had mistakenly picked up at the Red Apple Post Office.  A mile before reaching Nedmore, Waymon and company surprised the two who had slowed their small buggy to cross a creek.  Rumors had it that Earl Adams and Rufus Radford hung Leroy from a low-hanging oak limb, and Frasier Billingsley and Abraham Ericson stoned Toby and cut off his private part as he lay dying.  Four days later, their bodies were found where the five members of Club Eden had left them.  Leroy and Toby Jones’ killers were never found.  Nate declared that it is more than rumor that Mary, a week after Eliza and Sally moved away from Red Apple, left Boaz to never return.

Novel Excerpts–The Boaz Scorekeeper, Chapter 80

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.
The Boaz Scorekeeper, written in 2017, is my second novel. I'll post it a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Nate’s New York Times article was published Sunday, July 1st.  I couldn’t have been more surprised.  I was expecting a slew of facts about Gina and Alma’s murder and all the indictments that were pending against Wade, James, their fathers, Raymond Radford and Franklin Ericson, and the three Boaz Police officers.  Nate met my expectations here but the remainder of his article reached much farther back in history.  I also thought the article title was rather odd: “City of Possibilities: A Southern Town Turns Good Myth into Bad Money.”

Up front, Nate shared his chief source, Rudolph Tillman (DOB 1911), the 106-year-old father of Walter Tillman, and grandfather of Wade Tillman.  Rudolph resided at Creekside Nursing Home in Boaz.  Years ago, Parkinson’s took away his mobility, but at the time of Nate’s interviews, his mind was a near perfect computer.

Nate’s article revealed Rudolph’s story, it was a story he had heard from the lips of his father, Morton Tillman (DOB 1873/DOD 1962), and his grandfather, Waymon Tillman (DOB 1844/DOD 1937).

Waymon was born October 16, 1844 in Jackson, Georgia, the county seat of Butt’s County located midway between Atlanta and Macon. He had an exceptional intellect and, at age 13, was accepted to Mercer University Preparatory School in Penfield, some 70 miles away.  Here, he was exposed to the Hebrew language, Old Testament textual criticism, and professor and Baptist minister Adiel Sherwood.  It was Sherwood’s love of the Biblical story of Boaz and Ruth, and his disdain for Abraham Lincoln, that rooted deep into Waymon’s subconsciousness.

Sherwood taught that Boaz was the perfect model of Christ, and that Waymon and his fellow students would find deep meaning and life purpose by adopting a redemptive mindset.  He portrayed Boaz as the type leader all decent men should follow, often contrasting him with the bigoted Lincoln.

Sherwood was from Macon and subscribed to the Georgia Telegraph, a daily newspaper that was adamantly against the tall and lanky senator from Springfield, Illinois.  In the Fall of 1858, Sherwood had shared with his class an article from the Telegraph which included a statement Lincoln had made on September 18th during his fourth debate with Stephen A. Douglas at Charleston, Illinois:

“I will say then that I am not, nor ever have been in favor of bringing about in anyway the social and political equality of the white and black races – that I am not nor ever have been in favor of making voters or jurors of negroes, nor of qualifying them to hold office, nor to intermarry with white people; and I will say in addition to this that there is a physical difference between the white and black races which I believe will forever forbid the two races living together on terms of social and political equality. And, in so much as they cannot so live, while they do remain together there must be the position of superior and inferior, and I as much as any other man am in favor of having the superior position assigned to the white race. I say upon this occasion I do not perceive that because the white man is to have the superior position the negro should be denied everything.”

Sherwood taught that, unlike Lincoln, Boaz was colorblind, accepting the Moab woman named Ruth without hesitation.  Boaz saw her, not as a dark-skinned freak of nature, but simply a human being, made, like him, in God’s image. The professor painted Lincoln as more against the Southern way of life with its plantations and slaves, than for the best interests of the Negro. Sherwood’s viewpoint that blacks should have both social and political equality was certainly a minority view in the deep South just three years before the outbreak of the Civil War.

Waymon’s love for and faith in Yahweh grew by leaps and bounds during his first year at Mercer.  Things changed when Azoulay Waxman, a visiting professor from Jerusalem, showed up during the summer of Waymon’s second year.  Waxman was a middle-aged man whose forefathers were all scholars of the Hebrew language and the Jewish faith.  It was during an August 1859 lecture on the Exodus story, where Moses led the Israelites out of Egypt and on their 40 years of wandering before reaching the Promised Land, that Waxman praised the power of myth and legend.  He asked the class to consider the affects the Exodus story and the life of Moses had had on the world even though he never lived.  This statement caused an uproar in class and led to Waxman saying that the value of story is not dependent on the historical veracity of its occurrence, but on the lesson, it teaches and, most importantly, whether people believe it to be true.  Waymon would never forget the exact words Waxman said at the end of that day’s lecture. “I’m shocked that all of you, for the 15 or so years you have been living, actually believed that Adam and Eve, Noah, Moses, Abraham, David, all these Old Testament characters were historical figures.”

Waxman and his teaching was a light-bulb time for Waymon. During the remainder of his days at Mercer, he never doubted God’s existence but he interpreted scripture in a whole new light.  Sherwood returned many times to the story of Boaz and Ruth with a clear objective of persuading Waymon and his fellow students to become true leaders by rejecting stereotypes and prejudice and by reaching out to the weak, colored, and disadvantaged. However, Waymon’s Hebrew interpretation approach, buttressed by Waxman’s revelation, developed into a rather practical method. Concerning the story of Boaz and Ruth, Waymon’s interest gravitated to Naomi, a character Professor Sherwood didn’t say much about.  Reading and searching the story for its usefulness, Waymon concluded that it was Naomi’s desire to improve her and Ruth’s lot in life that was the true nugget of wisdom.  Naomi was a plotter and a planner, a real-life schemer. Even though Boaz was kind and generous to Ruth by allowing her to glean his barley fields, it was Naomi that recognized opportunity when she saw it.  Her thankfulness for the blessing of a steady supply of food didn’t deter her from shooting for the stars.  Her plot to live like a queen at the expense of Boaz was what she wanted for her and her daughter-in-law Ruth. 

In June 1861, Waymon graduated from Mercer Preparatory School. He left Penfield enlightened by the power of story and how it didn’t have to be historically true for the multitudes to believe it was true.  His years at Mercer had produced in him the core principle that having a selfish and hidden purpose is acceptable if you are improving the life of those around you. 

Another thing Waymon had learned at Mercer, was that a true leader is willing to fight for what he believes.  Two days after returning to Jackson, Waymon forged his parents’ name on enlistment papers and joined the Confederate army.  His purpose was not to fight for the right to own slaves but, as a chaplain, to spread the redemptive, but practical, message of Old Testament stories. Waymon would spend the next four years attempting to persuade young and scared soldiers to put their faith and trust in the Hebrew God who had a practical plan and purpose for their lives.

After four years of dodging bullets, enduring near-starvation, and searching for the hand of God among a pathway of bloody, lifeless bodies, Waymon returned to a much-destroyed Jackson.  It was there, 1865, he met Earl Adams, Rufus Radford, Frasier Billingsley, and Abraham Ericson.  All these men, except Frasier, had fought in the Civil War.  Over the next fifteen years, they formed a brotherhood of sorts, centered mainly around their failed efforts to find direction and purpose, spending most of their time trying to till, tease, or cuss-out a living from the red Georgia clay.  Finally, Waymon told them it was time to be a Naomi and go looking for their redeemer.  They were easy to convince because they all knew, sure as hell, their redeemer didn’t live in Jackson, Georgia.

On a cold and snowy April morning in 1880, the five men, along with their wives and five children, left Jackson in wagons loaded down with every possession they owned.  Their intended destination was Memphis, Tennessee.  It seemed the further west they traveled the more they heard about a place called Sand Mountain.  Two people, at two different places, had even referred to a high and lush Garden of Eden.  Nine days later, they lost two wagons and nearly fifty-percent of their worldly goods in the flood waters of the Coosa River in a valley-community known as Gadsden, Alabama.

Dejected, depressed, and near defeat, the five men lost all vision and purpose and literally sat down to die.  Gadsden wouldn’t have been a bad place to settle.  It was a bustling community lying along the Coosa River, a community filled with a diverse population of hard-working whites, blacks, and American Indians.  Named Gadsden in 1845, the city became the county seat of Etowah County. 

The group spent three days licking their wounds, and half-way hoping to just die.  They would have probably turned over and pulled their blankets over their heads if not for an itinerant preacher named Thaddeus Gibbons who set-up camp just upriver and began bellowing out a ‘never-die’ sermon rooted in the story of David and Goliath from 1st Samuel.  It seemed Gibbons preached non-stop, and Waymon listened non-stop.

Four days after losing a battle with a belching and churning river, Waymon was determined not to lose the war.  He pushed and prodded, and shouted and screamed, until the fifteen men, women, and children were rolling northward.  A day later, they limped and crawled atop Sand Mountain, ten miles north-west of Gadsden, and camped that night under a star-filled sky in what became the Egypt community, sharing a meal of their remaining beef jerky and stale bread.

Before turning in for the night, Waymon told a story describing how Naomi truly felt upon her return to Bethlehem after ten years in Moab.  “Don’t call me Naomi,” she told them. “Call me Mara, because the Almighty has made my life very bitter.  I went away full, but the Lord has brought me back empty. Why call me Naomi?  The Lord has afflicted me; the Almighty has brought misfortune upon me.” Waymon encouraged the tired and discouraged around him to take heart.  Just like Naomi and Ruth found their paradise, they were now on the very outskirts of their own Garden of Eden. He encouraged them to take heart and seek the Lord through the night.  The next morning, Waymon announced that during the darkest hour of the night, God had revealed himself, ordering them to forsake their Memphis plans and to set down roots in the next community they reached.  Waymon declared that God was calling them to form an alliance before reaching their new home. He told the group that God had commanded them to form a secret club known as Club Eden and swear an oath that they would forever remain loyal to each other.  After packing, the group of fifteen set off north on a narrow and rutty trail carved through a forest of pine, oak, and hickory.

At mid-afternoon, they pulled into a bustling little community they quickly learned was called Sparkstown.  They were greeted warmly and kindly and experienced generosity like they had never known, hardly even realizing how they had found their way to the Garden of Eden. Abraham Ericson always speculated God had sent a mighty chariot commanded by the Archangel Michael who had swooped down and flew them all, including three wagons and six horses, to a barley-filled heaven on earth.

By early Fall, all five families were living in small cabins, the result of the community’s gift of labor, logs, lumber, and love.  Although it could have been, in part, from the widespread belief that Sparkstown needed a church with an educated and visionary preacher.  While Waymon preached and ministered, Earl Adams, Rufus Radford, Frasier Billingsley, and Abraham Ericson were busy building houses and learning they were not the only folks who heralded from Butts County, Georgia.  An eleven wagon, forty-two-person caravan known as the Sparks Wagon Train of 1878 had taken only eleven days to make their way to Eden from central Georgia. It was this group that the vibrant community atop Sand Mountain had taken its name, Sparkstown.

Over the next six years, the five families, secretly known as Club Eden, built a foundation of prosperity that, to many, appeared eternal.  Even though the group believed it was a miracle from God that brought them to Sparkstown, they all knew that it was Waymon and his belief in the practicality of Naomi that spawned their success.  He again called on his education from Mercer Preparatory School, this time from an economics course taught by the School’s founder.  It was there that Waymon learned there are five key ingredients for a thriving community, and that whoever controlled these, controlled the community.  It was this structure that the Club Eden families pursued:  Earl Adams and transportation (horses, mules, oxen, wagons and related gear); Rufus Radford and hardware and building materials; Frasier Billingsley and banking; Abraham Ericson and real estate trading and development.  Finally, and to Waymon, the most important ingredient of all, religion, more particularly, the Christian faith.

It was Waymon’s discovery at Mercer Preparatory School, at the feet of visiting professor, Azoulay Waxman, that grounded Club Eden’s overarching plan.  Controlling the four key areas of commerce was paramount, but controlling the minds of the general citizenry was the deeply rooted heart. Waxman’s revelation that virtually every Bible story was legendary but still taken as absolute truth fed Waymon’s idea to secure his own future.  If he could contrive a story, no doubt tied to his favorite Old Testament character, the infamous Naomi, the community would hold him invincible forever. In his sermons, he began sharing how at Mercer he had learned he was a direct descendant of the Biblical Boaz, and how God had confirmed this in a revelation during their trip to Sand Mountain and the informally named Sparkstown.

Waymon’s luck could not have been better or more valuably timed.  In mid-summer 1886 George M. Emory Mann applied for a post office. State authorities required a formal name. Rumors have it that it was a simple meal that generated the winning name for the small but vibrant community.  The following Sunday, Mann asked his dinner guests their thoughts for a name.  The Henry McCord’s, Mann’s in-laws, shared how Pastor Tillman had preached that day on the book of Ruth and how a man named Boaz had cared for this Moabite woman and her Jewish mother-in-law.  Mrs. McCord had said that Boaz was a true man of God, exemplifying not only generosity but a lifestyle not blinded by prejudice.  She shared how Boaz had treated Ruth, a dark-skinned foreigner, as an equal human being.  Mr. McCord then exclaimed that there could be no better name for a city set on a hill than Boaz, a man of prosperity and piousness.  Mann’s decision was made and the name Boaz was approved.  Now, Waymon’s story gained the strength it needed.  The next Sunday he announced how blessed he was that God had favored him, an ancestor of the Biblical Boaz, to live in a city that was named, uninfluenced by him, in honor of a true redeemer.

Success continued in every way for the Tillman’s and the other four Club Eden families.  In 1897 the five men formally organized the Club by creating The Garden, Ltd.  The wives were excluded.  Club Eden became a man’s club.  By now, there were five other entities surrounding the five club members: First Baptist Church of Christ, Adams Transportation, Radford Hardware & Building Supplies, First State Bank of Boaz, and Ericson Real Estate Sales & Development.

Novel Excerpts–The Boaz Scorekeeper, Chapter 79

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.
The Boaz Scorekeeper, written in 2017, is my second novel. I'll post it a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

The next morning, I was on my way to Russellville for a Hearing on my Motion to Suppress Evidence in the State of Alabama’s case against my client, Thomas Lee Nixon.  There were two key issues the defense and the prosecution would fight over.  One was whether the Lawrence County deputy who pulled Tommie Lee over on the night of March 27, 2017 as he drove east on Taborlane Road had probable cause to make the traffic stop.  The second issue was whether the deputy had probable cause to search the trunk of my client’s car.  I was confident I could win this motion given that the Deputy’s video-cam clearly showed that Tommie Lee’s taillights were functioning properly.  This was a pretextual stop and therefore illegal.  But, I also knew that anything could happen at these type hearings.  The Deputy could now say that he also saw my client’s car wander across the center line. Answering my question why he hadn’t put this in his report, he could simply respond, “I must have forgotten.”  Judges in Alabama, I knew from experience, often sided with the Prosecution, many of them having been former prosecutors.  But, the more difficult problem for the DA was what had justified the Deputy to search the trunk of Tommie Lee’s vehicle.  Again, what should be an easy win for the defense would most likely fade away.  I could hear the Deputy saying, “earlier in the evening I had received an anonymous call that someone driving a 2007 Chrysler Charger was transporting a large amount of meth.”  

I was pondering my cross-examination questions for Deputy Lightsey, when Matt called my cell phone.  I answered and before I could say hello or anything Matt said, “Greg just called and said he has the forensics report.”

“I assume you are referring to the three Aurora Lake bodies?”

“I am.  Greg is emailing me a copy.  I’ll forward it to you as soon as I get it.  Hold on to your hat, the three bodies are Fred Billingsley, David Howsley, and Baynard Reed. I can’t talk any more right now.  See you late afternoon when you get back in.”

The April 27th tornado and discovery of the 1946 Beetle had put Aurora Lake on the go-to map of every serious scuba diver within 200 miles.  Within a week, a few local divers were exploring the waters, none of which had the equipment to adequately explore the deeper waters along the dam.  It took a little longer for the professional divers to arrive.   The Huntsville Diving Club, a fifty-year-old club from Madison County, made its first weekend trip on Saturday, May 6th.  By 9:00 a.m., the seven men and five women, all engineers and computer specialists, each equipped with a Light & Motion Sola Dive 800 L.E.D. Hands Free Light, had created a 15-section grid to explore the waters along the west end next to the dam, stretching 150 yards to the east.  By 5:00 p.m., the six teams retired for the day having completed their ‘B’ level exploration of sections 1 through 7.  At 10:45 a.m. on Sunday morning, Team Three members, Sharon Teal and Lee Thompson, in section 8 and 80 feet of water, found the skeletal remains of two bodies, both weighed down with rocks and chains.  By 4:00 p.m., the dive team from the Etowah County Sheriff’s Department Search and Rescue Squad, was on site and in the water.  At 4:30, the team found the third body, this one encased in a modern-day funeral home body-bag.

Even though there had been no public announcement, nor private leak, of the identity of the three bodies found in early May by the Huntsville Diving Club, I already knew that Fred Billingsley was one of them. A couple of weeks ago I had done a little research.  Knowing that I had put his body inside the airtight mortuary bag I had purchased online from Classic Plastics Corporation, I wondered what condition his body would be in less than six months after his death.  I had framed a quick Google query, “how does a body deteriorate inside an airtight container,” and the first hit had been from Reddit.  The writer posted this quote from Wikipedia: “Oxygen present in the body is quickly depleted by the aerobic organisms found within. This creates an ideal environment for the proliferation of anaerobic organisms.  Anaerobic organisms, originating in the gastrointestinal tract and respiratory system, begin to transform carbohydrates, lipids, and proteins, to yield organic acids (propionic acid, lactic acid) and gases (methane, hydrogen sulfide, ammonia). The process of microbial proliferation within a body is referred to as putrefaction and leads to the second stage of decomposition, known as bloat.” It seemed that since anaerobic bacteria were involved, the airtight container would have no effect on decomposition.

I drove another thirty minutes and pulled off Highway 24 in front of an old cotton mill to see if Matt’s email had arrived.  It had.  There were several documents attached to Greg’s email.  Three were the individual autopsy reports, and one was a detailed description of the condition of the bodies when they arrived at the State Lab in Montgomery on May 7, 2018.  This latter document said that Fred’s body was found in 78 feet of water held down by cable tied to six cement blocks.  The body was inside a body bag that was commonly used in the funeral and mortuary industry.  The body was fully decomposed.  I scanned over a paragraph describing the various forms of bacteria found and read that a small leather calendar/notebook was found inside the bag.  It was in remarkably good condition having a zipper to protect its contents. The document also noted that they had found a set of car keys.

Another document referred to Fred’s vehicle. The Etowah County Sheriff’s Department had transported the Camaro to the State Forensic Lab in Birmingham after it was discovered six days after Fred went missing.  An older man living in the area had called ‘911’ when he spotted two teenagers he knew trying to load the car on the back of a trailer the man knew was owned by the widow of his best friend. The report stated that the keys were those to Fred’s Camaro, and the only finger prints found in both the car and on the keys, were those of Fred Billingsley. This document referred to a ‘Car Analysis’ report.

Addressing Fred’s calendar/notebook, the first document referred to a Forensic Accounting report for a full analysis.  That report, just like the Car Analysis report, was not attached, but the one I was reading stated that on the day Fred disappeared (October 27, 2017) there was an appointment with ‘Wade’ listed for 3:30 p.m.  Within a parenthesis besides ‘Wade’ was written ‘Club Eden.’  The only other reference the document made to Fred’s calendar was an undated note that read, ‘never saw James so mad as today in Wade’s study.  Was afraid.’

I scanned Fred’s autopsy and saw ‘gunshot to the center of the forehead along with blunt force trauma to the neck and head’ listed as the cause of death.  ‘Probable gunshot to the chest’ was listed as the cause of death for both David Howsley and Baynard Reed. 

As I pulled back onto Hwy. 24, I couldn’t help but wonder how the Department had determined the identity of Howsley and Reed.  I knew it would be through DNA testing.  By the time I reached the Lawrence County Courthouse in Russellville I admitted it could have been as simple as a Facebook plea.  I figured local law enforcement would have told the Department the story of these two missing men. But then I remembered all the public knew was that Howsley and Reed had simply left town to return to San Francisco.

Novel Excerpts–The Boaz Scorekeeper, Chapter 78

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.
The Boaz Scorekeeper, written in 2017, is my second novel. I'll post it a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Ever since the vehicle had been extracted from Aurora Lake via a crane and transported to the State Department of Forensic Sciences in Montgomery, rumors had been flying around Boaz.  Since the April 27th discovery of what appeared from Jeff Marks’ photos to be a Volkswagen Beetle, tall tales ignited of how a prominent Boaz family, after World War II, had stopped a foreign car dealership from encroaching on its General Motors territory.  Speculation surfaced that Vincent Prader and his wife Helga had been murdered and buried in their Beetle in the eastern end of Aurora Lake.  Shortly after the tornado and Marks’ photos hit Facebook, a feisty and eager journalist with the Sand Mountain Reporter took to the archives and found a photo and article used in its March 25, 1946 edition. The Reporter refused to republish the article until facts were confirmed but someway a copy of the photo and article made their way to Facebook and the world. 

The article was titled Boaz Hero to Open Volkswagen Dealership.  The photo revealed a stocky and smiling Vincent Prader in full Army regalia with pinned service awards across his chest standing at the hood of a tan colored 1946 Beetle.  The tall, beautiful woman with dark curly hair standing at the rear of the shiny car was his wife Helga.  It was clear the photo had been taken on Main Street in Boaz in front of the Rialto Theater.  The Best Years of Our Lives, co-starring Fredric March & Myrna Loy, was boldly visible on the Theater’s marquee.

The article described Vincent’s World War II ventures that produced for him both the Medal of Honor for his bravery, and a Purple Heart for his battle wounds.  It spoke of how he had rescued Helga Katz in Nuremberg, Germany while U.S. and Allied forces lay siege during the latter days of the War in April 1945.  The article described how Vincent and his squad had been instrumental in helping Helga, her family, and several neighbors escape the rubble of a bombed-out Nuremberg and obtain shelter and care in an American camp.  There was a long paragraph about how Vincent and Helga had fallen in love, almost at first sight, how they had corresponded by mail after the War ended, and details about Helga’s journey to American in late October 1945.  They were married March 21, 1946, just four days before the Sand Mountain Reporter photo.

On May 10, 2018, the rumors were transformed into solid facts.  The Department of Forensic Sciences released to the Etowah County Sheriff and District Attorney its final report.  Once again, the report found its way to Facebook.  The vehicle was a 1946 Volkswagen Type 11 Beetle complete with a 1,131cc OHV Air-Cooled Flat 4-Cylinder Engine, a single solex carburetor, and a 4-Speed Manual Transmission.  It contained the skeletal remains of Vincent Prader and his wife Helga Katz Prader.  The Report did not reveal how the Department had made this later determination. Nor did it speculate how the Beetle found its way to the bottom of Aurora Lake or how long it had been there.  However, it estimated that the Beetle and the two bodies had likely been there since they went missing in March 1946.  An autopsy report was included and stated that Vincent and Helga had both died from gunshot wounds to the head.

After I reread the full report, I left the office and drove to McDonald’s for a cup of coffee.  Ever since the tornado, I had been contemplating calling Nick Baker with the New York Times.  I felt it was time he return to Boaz and research and write the follow-up story to his 1998 piece where he featured the demise of the Outlet Center, the 1972 deaths of Wendi and Cindi Murray, and the then current wrongful death lawsuit by Bill and Nellie Murray against members of five prominent Boaz families.  I walked inside, bought a large cup of coffee and an apple pie, and sat outside in an empty playground.  Nick Baker answered his phone on the first ring.

Novel Excerpts–The Boaz Scorekeeper, Chapter 77

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.
The Boaz Scorekeeper, written in 2017, is my second novel. I'll post it a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Today was Friday, April 27, 2018, one month since Etowah County Circuit Court Judge William Stivender had granted District Attorney Royce Harper’s motion to dismiss my case.  It seemed Harper, unrelenting as he was, finally acknowledged that all evidence pointed to my innocence in the abduction and murder of Gina Tillman.  Gina’s diamond-carved signature in the trunk of James’ Impala, and the State Lab’s determination that the two extra graves at Oak Hollow contained horse bones, appeared to be the final push Harper needed.  Of course, the mountain of evidence that Greg had obtained through his Federal investigation and that he had shared with Harper didn’t hurt either.

Now, it was late April and early afternoon but it was dark and raining.  The humidity was like mid-August. Matt and I were headed to Marshall County District Attorney Abbott’s office in Guntersville to meet with him and Walter Tillman. 

Guntersville is the county seat of Marshall County.  This pristine city is a beautiful mountain-lake oasis, sitting alongside the largest lake in Alabama, all 69,000 acres of it.  Lake Guntersville was created by Guntersville Dam along the Tennessee River, and is maintained and managed by the Tennessee Valley Authority.  This great body of water provides some of the best opportunities for bass-fishermen in the country.  This gorgeous and romantic city of less than 10,000 is where the real money lives in Marshall County.  I’ve heard this all my life.  And, it’s mostly true.  But, maybe, some of these folks that say this, haven’t heard of the Flaming Five and their families.

In February, Matt and I both had spoken with Abbott about seeking an indictment against David Adams for the death of Wendi Murray.  At the time, he was too focused on the 2016 murder of Harold Maples and the 1998 murders of Bill and Nellie Murray.  Walter had finally agreed to talk about that fateful night in May 1972 when he saw David Adams smother a young and innocent Wendi Murray. Matt and I both believed that with mine and Walter’s testimony, and that of Cynthia Radford, Raymond’s ex-wife, there would be no problem securing an indictment for murder against David Adams.

At 1:55 p.m., we sat at the intersection of Highways 431 and 75 waiting for the light to change.  We saw two firetrucks, three MUB Utility trucks, and two police cars crossing in front of us heading east on Highway 75.  Matt turned on WQSB radio and heard a weather siren in the background and an interview with Rainsville’s Police Chief Cedric Jennings.  He said the EF5 tornado had struck Highway 35 a mile south of town around 12:30 p.m. and traveled north tracking the Highway while cutting a half-mile swath on either side.  He also sadly relayed that there were “many deaths.” After the end of the interview the newscaster spoke with the radio announcer about how the tornado had briefly touched down in North Etowah County before leaping skyward and northeasterly again to kill, maim, and destroy in the small Dekalb County town of Rainsville.

Tragic as this was, it was even more eerie.  Today was the seventh anniversary of the worst weather day in Alabama.  It was April 27, 2011 that 238 people lost their lives across the State.  Rainsville alone lost 35 gentle souls.  This was strong evidence that the end of April in Alabama, North Alabama especially, was a place to avoid.  Also, the fact just three days ago, April 24th, had been the 110th anniversary of the 1908 tornado that had caused 15 deaths and virtually destroyed Albertville.  If all this weren’t bad enough, just a little over eight years ago, April 24, 2010 (the 102nd anniversary of the 1908 tornado death and destruction) another tornado ripped East Main Street and other parts of Albertville.  The only consolation in 2010, was that no one was killed.

When we reached DA Abbott’s office, his receptionist told us we would have to reschedule.  Abbott was on his way to Rainsville to check on his sister and her family who lived in the area. The older receptionist said that when Abbott heard about the tornado he immediately tried calling his sister but was unable to reach her by phone.  He had left shortly thereafter and asked her to apologize for his absence.

We stayed glued to WQSB during our return trip to the law office.  The station kept alternating interviews with folks on the ground in Dekalb and Etowah Counties.  Ed Shultz, head of the Etowah County Emergency Management office, told a newscaster that shortly after noon the large funnel cloud touched down and destroyed Belton Howard’s poultry farm northeast of the Shady Grove Road/Highway 179 intersection.  The raging funnel then continued northeasterly and leveled the store at Aurora.  It hopped over and spared the William Kinney farm but settled to mow down a quarter mile swath of trees before breaking the dam at Aurora Lake and lifting skyward to continue northeasterly towards Rainsville.

Matt and I stayed at the law office until almost 9:00 p.m.  By 4:30 both Birmingham and Huntsville TV stations were on site both in Etowah and Dekalb County.  We sat in the conference room glued to the large flat screen TV that we had recently installed to use for Skype interviews with out of town clients and witnesses.

Just before dark, a helicopter crew filmed and showed footage starting with a sea of snow-white but dead chickens at Belton Howard’s farm.  As the helicopter slowly made its way northeasterly I could see that Club Eden’s cabin had not been spared.  It was still standing but there were trees toppled over making it look like someone was building a giant teepee.  I could tell that the water level in Aurora Lake was down a few feet but the newscaster said that the damage to the dam was only minimum, cutting out a section thirty or so feet wide but only four or five feet deep.  Repair crews were already on hand.

Before heading home, I was back in my office reviewing my emails and phone messages that had accumulated since leaving the office after lunch, when Matt hollered for me to “hurry, you need to see this.”

A WBRC FOX 6 news reporter from Birmingham, a young lady whose blond hair was wet and frizzled, was interviewing a Jeff Marks whose house suffered only mild damage.  The young reporter was not there to talk about the two pine trees hanging off the side of Marks’ house in the background.  His property was on the northeastern end of Aurora Lake, what locals called, ‘the shallow end.’  As the young reporter was asking Marks questions, she had her camera crew step behind Marks and focus on the lake.  There, in the middle of the lake, maybe 150 feet or so from the shore at the ‘shallow end,’ was a car of some sort.  Marks shared how after the winds had died down he had come up out of his basement and out onto his pier.  He could tell the water level in the lake was going down.  He walked westward, across his neighbor’s yards, all the way down to the dam.  That’s when he noticed the damage and why the water was running out of the lake like a draining bathtub.  He had returned to his property and that was when he noticed the vehicle.  Before cutting away from the interview, the young reporter told Marks that the car looked like an old Volkswagen her grandfather had bought in Birmingham after World War II.

Matt flipped off the TV and looked at me. “Do you think there is any way that car has anything to do with Vincent Prader?”

“Yep, I would bet my life on it.”  I drove home, hardly needing my headlights.  The brightness of the moon was welcome.  However, it also created the second eerie feeling I had had today.  I kept wondering what secrets the old Volkswagen, if that’s what it was, had held the many years it had sat at the bottom of Aurora Lake.  Pulling into the garage I realized the true source of my second eerie feeling.  What else in Aurora Lake would the EF5 tornado reveal?  My only salvation may have been that the dam was not destroyed and the Lake completely drained.  The remainder of the night I lay in bed wondering whether Fred had been awakened by the storm, or if he was still sleeping soundly and securely.

Novel Excerpts–The Boaz Scorekeeper, Chapter 76

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.
The Boaz Scorekeeper, written in 2017, is my second novel. I'll post it a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

The forensic evidence found in James’ Impala and the information provided by Fitz Billingsley played a significant role in Greg’s ability to bring formal charges.

By mid-morning, February 8, 2018, a Federal Grand Jury Indicted Wade Tillman and James Adams for the kidnapping and capital murder of Gina Tillman, and for their conduct regarding Alma Castenada, one capital charge for conspiracy to kidnap by violence for sexual exploitation.  They were also indicted on four counts of conspiracy against rights (18 U.S.C. § 241).

The same Grand Jury indicted Boaz Police officers Chris Anderson, Paul Thomas, and Edward Hall for four counts of violent interference with federally protected rights (18 U.S.C. § 245), and four counts of conspiracy against rights (18 U.S.C. § 241).  Statute 18 U.S.C. § 245 makes it a crime to use, or threaten to use, force to willfully interfere with any person because of race, color, religion, or national origin and because the person is participating in a federally protected activity, such as public education, employment, jury service, travel, or the enjoyment of public accommodations, or helping another person to do so.  Statute 18 U.S.C. § 241 makes it unlawful for two or more persons to conspire to injure, threaten, or intimidate a person in any state, territory, or district in the free exercise or enjoyment of any right or privilege secured to him or her by the Constitution or the laws of the U.S. 

Greg failed to secure an indictment for the hate crime murders of Vincent Prader and his wife Helga Katz committed in 1946.  Four of the actual killers, Eugene Adams, Samuel Radford, Farris Billingsley, and Benjamin Ericson, were all dead, having died in the 80s and 90s.  The fifth killer, 106-year-old Rudolph Tillman, survived, but for some unknown reason, Greg had refused to pursue prosecution.  Finally, the Grand Jury had refused to indict David Adams and Franklin Ericson, although Greg had presented evidence they were present and played some role in the murders. 

Greg and Marshall County District Attorney Charles Abbott had perfectly choreographed their respective grand juries to issue indictments on the same day. The only difference was the Federal indictments were issued in the morning and the State indictments during the afternoon.

DA Abbott had little trouble securing a 19-count indictment against Walter Tillman, Franklin Ericson, Raymond Radford, and David Adams for extortion and embezzlement.  DA Abbott called Fitz Billingsley to appear before the Marshall County Grand Jury.  He testified that he procured the cyanide that was used in the murders of Bill and Nellie Murray, and Harold Maples.  Fitz described how he gave the cyanide to David and Raymond and about the plan they devised.  Fitz even furnished documentation showing when and where he purchased the poison.  For some unknown reason the Grand Jury indicted David and Raymond for the murder of Harold Maples, but voted against charging them for the deaths of Bill and Nellie Murray.  Undeterred, DA Abbott pressed on another hour and a few minutes before 5:00 p.m. secured one final indictment against David and Raymond.  This time for the death of young Shawn Taylor in 1973.

Novel Excerpts–The Boaz Scorekeeper, Chapter 75

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.
The Boaz Scorekeeper, written in 2017, is my second novel. I'll post it a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

A few days after Greg, Matt, and I met in Interrogation Four, I had asked Matt to contact Fitz Billingsley and encourage him to contact Greg.  Matt did so and shared that a Federal investigation was under way and that he was going to be the center of attention that likely would not turn out well for him and his family unless he cooperated fully with the U.S. Attorney’s office.  Matt’s visit and information alone should have been more than enough to motivate Fitz to make the call but add in the ever-present death threat from the unknown man who had abducted and no doubt murdered Fred caused Fitz to call Greg the next day.

Over the next several weeks Matt and Trevor, or one of them, drove to Birmingham almost every day to assist U.S. Attorney Gambol.  He pursued one activity: gathering evidence to present to a Grand Jury for indictments against Wade, James, and anyone else involved in the federal crimes.  Matt and Trevor were both faithful to drop by the jail on their way back to Boaz every evening to update me on what was going on.

It was now February 9th.  Shortly after Fitz had called Greg the first time, he convinced him to not only cooperate with him in the Federal case but also to assist Matt as he prepared my capital murder defense.  It was surprising to Greg, Matt, Trevor, and me how ‘on-board’ Fitz was.  He even asked if he could ride with Matt or Trevor as they drove nearly every day to Birmingham.  It was like he was truly part of our team.  His team play was never more evident than when he shared what he knew about Club Eden’s involvement in sex trafficking.

With Fitz’ assistance, the FBI had been able to convince Dale Watson, one of the four corrupt police officers, to also cooperate.  I never cease to be amazed at the power of prosecutorial immunity.  Most often, if a person has committed a serious crime he knows it.  That’s obvious.  Also, he clearly knows when he has been caught, when his foot is in the trap and there is nothing he can do to spring it.  This is where Dale Watson found himself after Fitz, wearing a wire, met with him and laid out the Federal case that was about to go public.  Dale, like Fitz, was an intelligent man and quickly concluded he had no choice but to cooperate if he wanted to retain his freedom.

Today, under oath at Greg’s office, Dale shared how he and three other Boaz Police officers, Chris Anderson, Paul Thomas, and Edward Hall, had abducted young Hispanic girls at night after a pretextual traffic stop.  Dale stated that these stops were not random but targeted.  He said he didn’t know how James Adams got his information but that it was never wrong.  Dale was always the one to meet with James, there was never any written communication.  After the scheme began, he and James would meet the first Sunday night of each month to discuss the operation.  If during the prior month there had been a successful abduction, James would have a new name, a new target.  The targets were always illegal, that is, they were not naturalized citizens.  This was the key to the scheme.  This way the families of the abducted girls would be far less likely to go to the police after their loved one had been taken.  Usually, these families simply moved away, which is what Club Eden wanted most of all.  Dale also shared how he and his three other police officer team-mates would search out and stalk the targets waiting for the opportune time to make a traffic stop.  All abductions arose from a traffic stop by two of the four corrupt officers.  Once the target was seized, the other two officers in another police cruiser would come and take the target’s vehicle to hide for later disposition.

This day, Greg had Fitz and Dale alternate the ‘testifying’ to fill in as many holes as they could.  Not having any type of paper trail worried Greg so he turned to Fitz.  He shared that he and Wade oversaw locating suitable targets and that the other members of Club Eden fed them leads.  Fitz said he kept a log of every target, potential or actual.  He also kept a written accounting of all sales as he put it.  When asked how much the Club received from the sale of a Hispanic girl, he said that it depended, but the prettiest, what he called a ten, brought in $50,000.

Greg asked Fitz to describe how the sex trafficking scheme had gotten started.  He said that when Boaz Poultry sold out to Platinum Foods in 1965 part of the deal benefited Liam Nilsson, the son of Ludvig Nilsson, the Swede who had helped the Flaming Five’s grandfathers set up the processing plant back in the early 20’s.  After the sale Ludvig Nilsson, who was at least 75 years old, returned to Sweden but Liam stayed on as Plant Manager of Platinum Foods because he had a family and was well settled in Boaz.  Liam had a son and a daughter.  Lucas was born in 1952 and by the mid-sixties was good friends with John Ericson and James Adams.  Liam retired from Platinum Foods in 1996 and he and his family moved back to Sweden to care for his ailing mother after his father had died several years earlier.  Lucas, in 1977, after graduating from Auburn in Poultry Science, had returned to Boaz and was promoted to Plant Manager in 1993.  He and John and James’s friendship had grown over the years even to the point of Club Eden entertaining the thought of admitting Lucas as a member.  In the end, it decided against it based on the near disaster caused by my membership, me being the only outsider ever admitted to Club Eden.

In 2004 Lucas introduced his cousin, Gustav Nilsson, to Wade and James who was in town for a two-week visit.  One night, after Lucas and Gustav had toured the Processing Plant, Wade and James joined them for a few drinks.  At some point Gustav said, “I have a business proposition that can make you guys millions.  If you have the stomach for it.”  This was the beginning of Club Eden’s sex trafficking scheme.  Gustav said that his organization had a need for pretty Hispanic girls.  It had a chain of massage parlors across Norway, Sweden, and Finland.  Gustav described his operation as ‘upscale’ and providing select girls a comfortable and prosperous life.  Someway Gustav convinced Club Eden to come to Sweden for a visit and tour several of the massage parlors.  A few weeks later, Wade and James flew to Stockholm to see for themselves whether Gustav was shooting them straight.  He was.  Over the next several months there were multiple trips and meetings between Gustav and several of his associates, and Wade, James, Fred, John, and Randall.  By 2005, the scheme was fully created and organized and four Boaz Police officers were enlisted and trained. 

The first abduction took place March 8, 2005.  Two 17-year-old Hispanic girls were seized on a cold and rainy Friday night.  Julisa and Nadia Gomez were twins.  Dale Watson and Edward Hall drove the girls to a small hotel outside Dalton, Georgia and stayed until the next morning when they drove the two girls to the Dalton Municipal Airport and met Gustav and his two sons who were piloting a King Air 250.  An exchange of girls for $100,000 in cash was made.  Fitz didn’t know how Gustav and his associates had gotten out of the country and back to Stockholm.

Matt said Greg waited until the day was almost over before surprising them all with the story of Alma Castenada.  Greg’s question to Fitz, “who was the last Hispanic girl that was seized?” was a prison sentence for Fitz if he lied.  And, Greg would know if he were lying.  FBI agents Teague and Lonagan had supplied Greg’s office with solid evidence that Alma Castenada was abducted by Boaz Police Officers Chris Anderson and Paul Thomas Friday, May 26, 2017, following the Boaz High School graduation ceremony.  Greg knew he had to trust Fitz and having verifiable evidence was the best way to test Fitz’ credibility and avoid a courtroom disaster. 

Fitz answered truthfully, “Alma Castenada.”  Greg then asked him to share everything he knew from the night she was abducted up until now.  It took him nearly an hour and he was sweating and his eyes were a mix of light and darkness as though he was eternally thankful for being on the prosecutor’s side, but finally aware of the evil he had become.

Alma Castenada was the Valedictorian of the 2017 Boaz High School’s graduating class.  It was either a miracle or the rarest of coincidences that had brought her and her family to Boaz in 1999.  Wade had made good friends with Brian Thompson of San Marcos, Texas when the two of them were in Seminary.  Around 1985, Brian had become pastor of First Baptist Church of San Marcos.  Over the years, Wade and Brian kept up with each other.  In 1995, Wade led a group from a collection of Marshall County churches, on a mission trip to San Marcos to assist Brian’s church in building a sister church for the growing population of Hispanics that Brian had been successful in assimilating, but who wanted their own place of worship.  Wade’s 14-year-old son, Warren, went along and fell in love with the area and returned every summer to stay and work with Brian and his ministry.  In the fall of 1998, after Warren graduated high school, he moved to San Marcos to attend Texas State University and to pursue a passion of helping Hispanic people.

By this time, Brian’s church, along with the Tabernacle Baptist Church in Creel, were working with the Tarahumara Indians.  Creel was a town in the Sierra Tarahumara of the Mexican state of Chihuahua. The Tarahumara Indians are a people group that years ago fled to the isolation high in the Sierra Madre Mountains.  It was during the summer of 1999 that Warren made his first trip with Brian to the Sierra Tarahumara.  There, they met Mateo Castenada.  Mateo had just returned with his pregnant wife Natamar, and three young children, from living two years among the Tarahumara Indians.  Natamar was having problems with her pregnancy and needed special medical care.  Long story short, Warren took a serious liking to Mateo and Natamar and convinced his father, Wade, to help.  By this time, Wade and Club Eden were contemplating a tactic that countered their inner dislike for the local and vibrant Hispanic community in Boaz.  Wade had convinced his fellow Club members to start a Hispanic ministry and to hire an Hispanic pastor to lead the church.  Wade believed there was no better way to divert scrutiny than to have a visible ministry teaching and loving the very people you hate. Within three weeks of Warren’s request, Mateo and family had been smuggled out of Mexico, and Sophia was receiving the best of prenatal care at UAB in Birmingham.  Alma Castenada was born December 2, 1999.

Alma had severe health problems as a young child, but with excellent medical care overcame them all by the time she was a third grader.  Alma was the perfect student, with high IQ and dogged determination to become a doctor.  She also was her father’s golden goose in persuading local Hispanics to attend and participate at Esperanza Baptist Church.  Her and Mateo’s efforts, were so astounding, that around 2012 or 2013 the church facilities Mateo used were no longer large enough to contain the ever-burgeoning crowd on Sunday morning.  Mateo had always encouraged his members to visit First Baptist Church of Christ and grow their relationship with Christ by learning from Wade, an educated and trained theologian.  Wade and Club Eden’s diversion strategy to minister to local Hispanics backfired when every Sunday more and more of Mateo’s following became regular visitors at First Baptist Church of Christ.  This was the beginning of Club Eden’s planning to dismantle their Hispanic ministry.  And, what better way to disperse the growing Hispanic crowd than to have their magnetic leader disappear.  Alma Castenada was the key to making that happen.