Blurb: When young bride twenty-one year old Casey discovers her bridegroom is being brought up on rape charges, she concocts the plan of faking Wayne’s death and collecting his life insurance, believing the two will live happily ever after in another state until things go terrible wrong. This story deals with the twisted love and greed two people had for one another and the devastating consequences caused by their wrong and gruesome choices.
Excerpt: On June 18, while preparing for bed, Casey recalled two local police officers paying her a visit. She said she greeted them in her doorway, at which time they asked to come in. Once inside, Casey said they followed her into the living room where she offered them a seat. She said they declined, and then said she should sit.
According to the officers, their statement puzzled Casey, but she sat anyway. They then told her Waylon was found dead earlier that night. They described Casey as being surprised and asked for details.
According to the officers, the police station received a telephone call from a motorist, stating a car had run off the road and plunged down an embankment, catching fire. They said Casey then covered her face with her hands and sobbed, asking, “‘Are you sure it’s Waylon? He left to go to his mothers’ house. It can’t be him.’ ”
The officers reassured Casey it was Waylon inside the vehicle, telling her they checked the registration of the vehicle. When they asked Casey if Waylon drove a green Chevrolet, she answered “‘yes.’”
According to the officers, Casey explained she and Waylon had been marriage for less than two years, and seemed generally upset, saying, she did not know how to tell her children their father was dead. She then asked to be alone and the officers offered their condolences and left.
The fatal accident made front-page news. An outpour of sympathy for the young widow and now single mother was overwhelming. Melissa said she could not imagine what Casey was going through when she heard Waylon was dead. “She worshipped that man,” she said, recalling how their boss allowed Casey two weeks off to get her nerves together. “We all felt so sorry for her,” said Melissa.
Candy recalled being in shock when Casey called and told her of Waylon‘s death. She claimed going to Casey‘s home immediately to comfort her, saying, “She was a bag of nerves.” Casey said she took the kids for a week to allow Casey to gather her thoughts. She claimed remorse for disrespecting him earlier.
According to fifty-seven-year-old Fire Marshall Sterling Tupper, the fire consumed the car to the point of Waylon’s remains turning to twelve pounds of ash. That was the worst traffic accident in the history of the town, said the silver haired grandfather of four, who stood of average height and weight, and sported glasses.
First on the site was Trooper William Mays, a stout thirty-year-old with a black flat top and dark eyes. He said he was amazed at the intensity of the flames. He hoped the victim deceased before the fire started, saying, “That’s one bad way to die.”
If Waylon’s life was filled with petty crimes and poverty, and his death grisly and sudden, he was spoken well of and mourned at his funeral. A die-hard rocker, Waylon’s friends said they knew he would have no such music as Gospel Hymns, at his wake. As the song, Free Bird spilled from the speakers, and mourners shared a bottle of Jack Daniels, there was an outpour of attendance, with some complete strangers. Many appeared only for the sake of the now grieving widow and fatherless children.
One was Melissa. She told the crowd that although she did not know Waylon exceptionally well, she knew he loved his family, saying, “Casey and those kids was everything to that man.”