Alligator Candy by David Kushner

Author:David Kushner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster

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WAKE ME UP if anybody comes through,” Witt told Tillman, according to court documents.

It was around twelve thirty in the afternoon on Sunday, October 28, 1973, and Tillman and Witt were parked in Witt’s yellow Plymouth Satellite Sebring in the woods behind the 7-Eleven. They’d been there for a short time, snacking on Twinkies, Cracker Jacks, and Cokes while they waited for a victim. Witt said that he preferred a girl, thirteen to fifteen, but he’d take “whatever came along.” If they got a girl, he wanted to slit her open from her crotch up with a knife. If they got a boy, he wanted to shoot him full of bows and arrows. Witt wanted to rape the child too.

Witt had climbed into the backseat to nap and told Tillman to wake him if he saw someone they could get. Witt grew irritated with the volume of Tillman’s chewing. “Be quiet and let me sleep,” Witt told him, “and stop making noises like a pig with your food.”

Tillman soon began to doze off too, until he saw Jon pedal up to the store on his red bike and go inside. When he roused Witt and asked him if he wanted to attack this kid, Witt replied, “Might as well; I can’t sleep.” Grabbing his bow and arrows, Witt climbed from the car and handed Tillman a foot-long metal bit from a drill. “When the boy comes back,” Witt told Tillman, “you know what to do.” Tillman was to hit the kid, and if he missed, or if someone else came along, Witt would shoot the victim with the bow and arrow.

He pointed Tillman to a spot in the weeds nearby, where he was to crouch and wait. “You know what these kind of weeds do to me,” Tillman said.

“You’re sneezing because you won’t get medicine for hay fever,” Witt replied, and he chastised Tillman’s condition for often screwing up their hunting missions. “You know, we might be able to find some game once in a while if you would get off your ass and get some medicine.”

Jon soon left the store and began pedaling back “like he was trying to race somebody,” Tillman recalled later to the police. As the boy approached, Tillman leapt from the bushes, and hit him on the back of the head with the drill bit. Jon coasted on for another ten feet or so before falling off his bike. Tillman quickly ran over to my brother, placing his hand over his mouth as Witt came over and began choking him. Afraid that Jon would draw attention to them, they bound him with plastic line and, on Witt’s suggestion, gagged him with a T-shirt from a motorcycle shop. Witt propped up Jon’s bike against a tree and rubbed off his fingerprints. Then they put Jon in the trunk of the car on an old yellow and blue rubber raft, and drove off.

They went up Busch Boulevard and then stopped at another 7-Eleven, where Witt bought a pack of cigarettes.

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