Sue Russell is an internationally syndicated reporter and author. A past associate editor of Woman magazine and U.S. correspondent for the Sunday Express Magazine, she is a regular contributor to the major British magazines and newspapers. Born and educated in London, she is now based in Los Angeles, from where she covers a diverse range of stories. She has written several nonfiction books, and this is her first in the true-crime genre.
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LETHAL INTENT
SUE RUSSELL
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In the prime of my life,
must I go through the gates of death
and be robbed of the rest of my years?
AILEEN CAROL WUORNOS,
a born-again Christian since
April 1991, paraphrasing
Isaiah 38 while awaiting trial
in Volusia County Jail, Florida
AUTHORS NOTE
Id like to acknowledge Jackelyn Giroux, a woman of great passion, tenacity and true grit, and to give special thanks to Katherine Grace, my longtime research assistant, who survived another book. Thanks, too, to my friends Randi Kaplan and Jane Lovelle Drache for their support and insight.
This book involved hundreds of hours of interviews, and special gratitude is due to the victims families who shared their memories, however painful it was to do so.
Thanks to Karen Combs, paralegal with Floridas Marion County State Attorneys Office, for her much appreciated cooperation. Gratitude, too, to the many law enforcement officers, attorneys and good people of Florida, Michigan, and Kansas (both named and unnamed in the book), who generously gave of their time. In addition to those interviewees who specifically requested anonymity, Ive elected to substitute pseudonyms for a handful of other parties unrelated to the crimes. All of their characters are real, however.
Im especially grateful to agent Linda Konner, who worked so hard and had faith. To my publisher, Michaela Hamilton and to my editors, Karen Haas and Richard Ember, for their support and enthusiasm. And to Ken Benjamin, whose loving support helped me find the fortitude to see this long project finally come to fruition.
For their invaluable help: Chris Lavin, Denise Stubbs, Nick Von Klock, Marilyn Greene, Harry Shannon, Roger St. John Webster, Joan Bellefontaine, Tanya Everett, Randy Doh, John Fort, Eddie Sanderson, Jean-Paul Chaillet, Alva and John Lusky. They each know why.
Last but not least, Id like to thank my beloved father, Norman Markham Chapman, whose influence propelled me toward writingand questioning.
ILLUSTRATIONS
Aileen Carol Wuornos ( Photo courtesy of Lori Grody )
Keith Wuornos ( Photo courtesy of Lori Grody )
The young Diane Wuornos, Aileen and Keiths natural mother ( Photo courtesy of Lori Grody )
Leo Pittman, Aileens natural father
Barry, Keith, Aileen and Lori Wuornos ( Photo courtesy of Lori Grody )
Keith Wuornos with his father/grandfather, Lauri Wuornos ( Photo courtesy of Lori Grody )
Aileen and Keith with their grandmother Britta Wuornos ( Photo courtesy of Lori Grody )
Britta Wuornos ( Photo courtesy of Lori Grody )
Aileen in 1969 during a summer vacation ( Photo courtesy of Lori Grody )
Aileen and Keiths childhood friend Mike Fearn ( Photo by Jackye Giroux )
The Wuornos home ( Photo courtesy of John Majestic )
The Wuornos home in Troy, Michigan ( Photo by Jackye Giroux )
Aileen riding her bike in her Troy neighborhood ( Photo courtesy of Lori Grody )
Tyria Jolene Moore, the big love of Aileens life ( Photo courtesy of Cammie Greene )
Shirley and Dick Humphreys ( Photo courtesy of Shirley Humphreys )
Troy Buddy Burress with his sister Letha Prater ( Photo courtesy of Letha Prater )
David and Dee Spears ( Photo courtesy of Dee Spears )
The central Florida woods where Lee took her victims ( Photo by Jackye Giroux )
One of the trailer homes that Lee and Ty lived in at Homossassa Springs ( Photo by Jackye Giroux )
Wet Willies bar in Daytona, Florida ( Photo by Jackye Giroux )
Aileen Carol Wuornos shortly after her arrest in 1991
The shrine erected to Lee Wuornos at the Last Resort Bar where she was arrested in 1991 ( Photo by Jackye Giroux )
Snarling with rage, she rammed the barrel of her .22 revolver into Dick Humphreys ribs with such violent, malevolent force that it broke the skin right through his shirt, roughly scraping away the top layer of flesh.
Out of his car, he stumbled backwards in his shocked effort to evade her. Tripping and falling, struggling to regain his balance, back on his feet, then down again. And thinking about dying here and now, out in the middle of nowhere, and Shirley, and the kids... was it all going to end like this?
Breathing hard, moving in for the kill, shed shot fast, aiming straight for his torso, wanting to see the flying bullet hit home. One was never enough. He was a big guy, too, this one. Must have been over six feet, around 200 pounds. She pumped a second. Then a third. Later, shed forget in a haze of violence about the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh. Three of the bullets were fired ruthlessly into the back of a helpless man, twisting, turning, trying to run.
Blood flew, spattering onto his spectacles and his gold wedding band.
It was the day after his 35th wedding anniversary, and he didnt die easily. An ex-police chief, an expert in hostage negotiations, the unlikeliest of victims, none of it mattered now as he groaned, gasping for air. He was slumped down on the ground, right by the concrete culvert hed stumbled over. And still he was fighting for life. When she heard him making gurgling noises she felt kinda sorry for him and re-aimed her pistol, unloading the shot to the back of his head. Better put him out of his misery.
Couldnt let him live. If he lived, hed rat on her. Her ass would be up on attempted murder. Her face would be plastered all over the place. She could kiss hooking goodbye if that happened. And then what? The only way she could make money was to hustle.
No, she was definitely going to let him die. Then die.