My unending gratitude to law enforcement officers Tracy Murphree, Brian Peterson and Eric Kolda for their willingness to help with facts and details without which this book could not have been written. I love you guys.
I also want to thank law enforcement officers Larry Kish, Jeff Coats, Sharon Baughman and Roanoke Police Chief Gary Johnson for their assistance. It was invaluable. Denton County Prosecutor Vicky Abbott helped me understand the juvenile justice system, and I am grateful.
But the heart of this story is Susan Baileys mother, who relived the anguish of the events in 2008 so that I might re-create the emotions of a woman torn between love for her grandchildren and grief and anger over the death of her daughter. She is a strong woman, worthy of great respect.
Prologue
Detective Brian Peterson turned the hamburger patties on his grill, enjoying the sizzle of fat dripping on charcoal and the coolness of the breeze on his patio on a late September Saturday afternoon in Roanoke, Texas.
This has been such a nice day, he told his wife as she brought out iced drinks and buns for their backyard picnic. It will be my luck to catch a homicide tonight.
Dont say that! Youll jinx it, she said.
But the jinx was in already. Had been for two days. Before the sun came up the next morning, Detective Peterson would be called to a house of horrors to investigate the murder of a woman whose body had been lying facedown in an upstairs hallway of her home in a quiet, middle-class neighborhood in the little town since the preceding Thursday night. By Sunday, her clothing was dyed black-red in blood, and the carpet under her was sodden and beginning to crust.
Arterial bleeding from her ragged neck had spattered the walls, and the tub in a nearby bathroom contained a butcher knife and three cell phones under a foot of water.
There was poisoned pudding in the house and a baseball bat on a bed. A crude device for electrocuting someone had been rigged in a bathroom. Everything pointed to the womans own children as the killers.
This was a murder house. It had been set up by youngsters who liked role-playing games and fantasy. But these children hadnt been playing this time.
The woman still wore her name tag from the job shed left about eleven thirty P.M. on Thursday, September 25, 2008.
Susan, the tag read.
Susan Marie Bailey, forty-three, had died from more than two dozen stab wounds and two slashes to her throat. Dead at the hands of her own two teenage children and her daughters boyfriend.
We just didnt see eye to eye, seventeen-year-old Jennifer Bailey later coldly told police about the murder of her mother.
She was dead serious.
1
A Sweet Minnesota Girl
Susan Marie was always laughing, always bubbly and funny and outgoing and smart, her mother, Katherine Kate Morten remembers. She was a towheaded child whose curly hair darkened as she grew older. Susan enjoyed life as the second child in a family of four children, and got along well with her older sister and two younger brothers. As she grew up she displayed musical talent, and played violin in her school orchestra and clarinet in the school band. She spent hours practicing her two instruments. Her mother thought Susan might grow up to be a musician.
The Mortens lived in a suburb of Saint Paul, Minnesota, on a street that dead-ended in a pasture, where horses and cows grazed behind a fence. It was the best of both worlds, with the city nearby yet a country feel to the neighborhood. There were only ten houses on the short street. The neighbors all knew one another, and their children played together after school. Susan and her friends learned to play softball in the summer and to ice skate in winter. She formed two lifelong friendships with kids on that street. She was the kind of friend who was always ready to help a buddy in need, no matter how long it had been since theyd last been together.
As Susan grew older, she spent most summer weekends with her grandparents, who owned a lakeside resort. There were rooms to be cleaned, laundry to do and meals to cook. The extensive grounds needed care. Susan helped out with the chores and earned a bit of pocket money there. It was a fun job that included swimming, boating, fishing and playing cards with the guests. Her mother was never sure if she did any real work to earn her pay from her grandparents, but she knew her daughter was safe and happy with them.
By the time Susan was ready for college, she wanted freedom to try her wings, but it wasnt time yet for her to fly away. She enrolled in a local Minnesota college and earned a degree in business and accounting. Susan had a plan. She loved fashion and wanted to work in an area that allowed her to be around pretty clothing. She wanted to work in retail, but she wanted more than just a clerks job and recognized that to get ahead she needed expertise in the business end of retail clothing. She took her first job in retail with Levi Strauss & Co. to help pay her way through college. That job allowed her to move out of her childhood home and into an apartment with a friend, but that didnt work out well, so she moved back home.
The last winter that Susan spent in Minnesota is remembered by natives as the big snow. Sixteen inches fell on Halloween, and it kept up all winter. Minnesotans are used to deep snow and cold chills, but this was a particularly difficult and long winter. It was hard for Susan to get back and forth on her twenty-mile commute to work. For months that winter she struggled out of snow drifts and drove through blinding blizzards. She asked for and was granted a transfer to a store a little closer to home, and it was easier after thatbut then that spring it snowed another twenty-eight inches. One night she had to close the store, meaning she was the last person out of the building after all the customers had left and the cleaning had been done. She locked the front door and walked to a deserted parking lot. It had been snowing all day, and Susan found her car was covered in a snowdrift in the parking lot of the mall. It was dark and cold, and she was alone. She couldnt even get the car doors open in order to get inside. She was freezing. From a pay phone, she called her parents, shivering and crying, and they brought snow shovels to rescue her. They all took turns digging out her car, and then she followed her parents home.