Many people contributed to making this book possible, and I greatly appreciate their cooperation, advice and criticism. Not everyone who helped can be mentionedthey will, I hope, recognize their contributions and accept my thanksbut I can specifically thank various friends and family of the Grahams and Zamoras; Texas police, law enforcement, and government officials; Air Force and Naval Academy officials; fellow journalists and various Mansfield and Crowley residents: Charlie Allen, Mike Androvett, Vickie Bane, Cindy Bean, Laraine Bethke, Alicia Brooks, Dee Davey, Wayne Foreman, Gary and Vickie Foster, Gloria Franco, Jay Green, John Green, Connie Guel, Skip Hollandsworth, Nancy Huckaby, Lt. Commander Patrick M. McCarthy, Tim Madigan, Anne Maier, Blondy Malone, Mike Parrish, Alan Patton, Ellise Pierce, Bonnie Redin, Karen Roebuck, Chuck Sager, Damon Steele, Carlton Stowers, Shakey Texan, Darrell Thompson and Novella Young. Without their assistance, in large and small ways, this book would not have been possible. The mistakes, of course, are my own.
I owe a special debt to both Evie Thompson and Tom Nugent for their valuable research contributions, to my editor Charles Spicer and his assistant Stephen Murphy for shepherding the manuscript, as well as to friends and familyEd and Lil Linfante, Bonnie Smith, Martin Gross, and Janet and Dylanfor their soothing and steadfast support.
Whether Diane Zamora slept or not that first night in jail is unknown. But it was only a few hours after having been booked on murder charges and put in a cell at the Grand Prairie Police Department, that she was escorted to a small second-floor cubicle and there confessed to killing Adrianne Jones. It took a little over an hour to write her chilling, four-page account:
I, Diane Michelle Zamora, am 18 years of age and I live at 3804 Royal Crest in Fort Worth, Texas. I am making this statement to Grand Prairie Police Department Detective Alan T. Patton, who, before he began questioning me, while I was under arrest, and before I began making this statement, warned me (1) that I have the right to remain silent and not make any statement at all, and (2) that any statement I may make may be used against me at trial (or trials) for the offense (or offenses) concerning which this statement is made, (3) that any statement I make may be used as evidence against me in court, (4) that I have the right to employ a lawyer to be present either before or during questioning, (5) that if I am unable to employ a lawyer I have the right to have a lawyer appointed without cost to me to counsel with me and to advise me before or during any questioning, (6) that I have the right to stop answering questions at any time and may stop this interview or the making of this statement at any time whether I have answered some questions or have made some statements or not.
I do not want to talk to a lawyer before or during the answering of any questions or the making of this statement. I do hereby knowingly and voluntarily waive and give up my above explained rights and I make the following voluntary statement of my own free will and without promises or offers of leniency or favors, and through no fear, coertion [sic] or threats of physical harm by any person (or persons) whomsoever.
I remember that night, I think November 4, 1995, when David showed up at my doorstep. He had just come back from Lubbock and he had this look in his eyes that was horrible. He looked so scared. He had this red stuffed animal dog in his hands. I could tell something was wrong but I figured he was just tired. So he wanted to stay and spend the night. A month later I was coming into my house with him and I was questioning him about past relationships because he always told me that I was his first real girlfriend. I thought that was kind of strange because most people have some kind of relationship of one kind or another. I remember he read off a list of names of girls that he had known or gone places with, that were kind of significant. I will never forget him mentioning the name Adrianne because that name kind of struck in my head. I guess I was asking a lot of questions. For some reason I felt like I needed to ask about Adrianne. He held back a lot and we just went inside my house.
We just decided to walk inside of the house because we had been sitting inside of the car. When we got inside we got into a big fight Because, as always, he was trying to make me study for the SAT and I didnt want to. We fought for a while and at the end, when we stopped fighting and had calmed down, he just looked at me and said, I have something to tell you that is really important. I kind of knew that he was going to tell me, just by the way he looked at me.
He told me, You havent been the only girl in my life. He said, I have had sex with someone else before.
I just looked at him in shock and I asked did he mean he wasnt a virgin when he met me and he said he was. I think that made me feel even worse cause that mention [sic] that he lost his virginity to me but that he had been with someone else since. All I could do was question him and scream and blame myself for everything.
I remember reaching out for this big brass thing, this brass rod and aiming it, and aiming for him and trying to hit him because I was so upset. He took it away from [me] and tried to calm me down because I was screaming so hysterically. He was trying to protect himself from getting hurt but he was also trying to protect from hurting myself because I was kept ramming my head against the walls and when I was on the ground I kept ramming my head onto the floor and tried to crack my skull.
I just didnt want to live with what he had said to me. I felt like I had lost everything. My hand wasnt working the way it should, my family wasnt in the best financial state, and now he was telling me the one thing I prized more than anything else was taken away. I dont think I was thinking, in fact, I know I wasnt thinking. I screamed at him, Kill her, kill her. He was just so scared that he wasnt about to say no to me. I was still banging my head against the floor.
All David wanted to do was make everything better. It seemed like him agreeing to do that was the only thing that calmed me down. David promised that he would do that and David never has broken a promise to me before.
On December 2, 1995, we spent basically the weekend trying to get a hold of Adrianne. Nothing was really premeditated because I think we were both acting in passion. I think we expected to getcaught really fast because we didnt spend much time thinking about what we were doing. The only time David planned anything was when he sat me down at his house for about five minutes to calm me down and throw stuff in his bag. The plan was for David to break her neck and sink her body to the bottom of Joe Pool Lake. About 12:30 a.m. on December 4, 1995, we were at his house. David had said he would meet Adrianne at about 12:30 a.m. so we were late. We were driving my green Mazda Protege. It seemed like David put together what he was going to do really quick because he really didnt have much time to think.
The day prior he had spend more time calming me down than thinking about what he was going to do. I would wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares. I couldnt even look at his face because I had thought he was a different person. I had horrible pictures running through my head about what happened between him and Adrianne and they made me feel really sick. We met her at about 1:30 a.m. on December 4, 1995, at her house. David had called her at around 10:30 p.m. on December 3, and it was pre-arranged for her to come out. She had thought she was coming out so they could have sex again. She came out to the car and got in. I was in the trunk and David was driving.