Kill for Thrill by Michael W. Sheetz

Author:Michael W. Sheetz
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Kill for Thrill: The Crime Spree that Rocked Western Pennsylvania
ISBN: 9781614230809
Publisher: The History Press
Published: 2011-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

Oblivious to Marlene’s final breaths, the murderous pair raced north on Route 286, once again broke, but now with at least a temporary means of transportation. Michael and John were greeting 1980 with renewed zest. Just ahead, the lights of Indiana, as they mixed with the pale morning sunrise, cast a bluish gray dome of light across the horizon. Michael spotted a convenience store several hundred yards ahead of them in the icy twilight.

Wheeling into the parking lot with Marlene Sue Newcomer’s lifeless body draped across the backseat, Michael and John were ready to rock and roll. The two men hopped out of the car and walked into the nearly deserted market. Randy Helman looked up from the newspaper that he had spread across the counter. As John walked toward Helman, he lifted his coat. Sticking out of his waistband was the handgrip of the .22 revolver.

“See this here! I can pull it out in two seconds. Just be calm and you won’t get hurt.”

As a show of solidarity, Michael lifted his jacket, pulled out a revolver and pointed it at Helman.

“Give us the money,” he said.

Randy Helman opened the register and slid what few bills remained in the drawer into the palm of his hand. Casually, he pushed them toward Michael. Michael impatiently clutched at the bills and then crammed them into his pocket. Having emptied the drawer, Randy Helman pushed it closed and looked at John Lesko as if to say, “It’s your move.”

While Michael was gathering the money, John pulled some yellow electrical wire from his pocket. He walked behind the counter where Helman stood and, working feverishly, wrapped the wire around Helman’s wrists. Turn after turn, he wound the wire tighter and tighter. When he had finished with Helman’s wrists, he moved to his ankles. He needed to be sure that they would get away. Michael joined him.

Bent industriously over Helman, John and Michael were unaware of Charles Veshinfski, who, while they were busy ordering Helman to the floor, had pulled into the parking lot. It was part of his daily routine—every morning he stopped at the 7-Eleven to buy a paper. On this morning, Charles Veshinfski would not get his paper.

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