The Bundy Murders by Kevin M. Sullivan

Author:Kevin M. Sullivan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: McFarland
Published: 2012-04-05T04:00:00+00:00

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SPRINGTIME DOESN’T

ALWAYS MEAN NEW LIFE

On Thursday, April 3, 1975, Bundy pulled into a Chevron station in Salt Lake City and purchased gas using his Chevron credit card. He had managed to rack up an enormous bill with the company over the previous year or so, and this debt would continue to grow as his consumption of fuel far exceeded his ability to pay for it. But the rising cost of what he was doing didn’t concern him, for he had other, more pleasant things to consider.

He would be leaving in the morning for Colorado, and before heading out, he’d take along with him everything he would need for the trip. One item he couldn’t forget was a shovel. It was time to say a final good-bye to one of his victims, and seek out another while he was at it. Besides, he believed Colorado would be a welcome break from the confinement of classes and the constant need to adjust the mask of sanity for those at the rooming house and everywhere else he was forced to interact socially. On the road he could be himself, where his conversations were reduced to pleasantries exchanged with a waitress, a gas station attendant, or perhaps someone from whom he might need to ask directions. Life among strangers (or among the dead, for that matter) was always easier for him than dealing with the living whom he knew.

On Friday, April 4, Bundy was back in Golden, Colorado, a small community west of Denver. He was purchasing gas again, just as he had less than three weeks earlier, and he would fill up again at a familiar spot in Silverthorne the next day. His reason for being here was to visit the remains of Julie Cunningham, who was by now, like all dead things in the wild, experiencing a thawing decay. But because he always viewed the scenes of his work, both the locations where the murders occurred and those where the bodies were eventually placed, as being sacred and because he continued to possess a strong connection to the remains, it would have been impossible for Ted Bundy to simply roll up to the desolate area, quickly grab the shovel, and make quick work of it. Far more likely is that his excitement continued to build with each mile, and by the time he pulled up to within feet of the corpse (in whatever form it remained), he’d be in a mental and emotional state so far removed from the rest of society that it almost certainly would have required him to seek a sexual release from the tension. For such people, the union between killer and victim is mystical, surpassing in importance the bonds they share with the living.

He also had to have a palpable sense of regret once the last bit of dirt was thrown over his victim forever. Her destroyer was saying good-bye for the last time, and a sense of loss filled him as he brushed the debris from his pants, threw the shovel in the trunk and climbed back into his car.

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