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That same morning, Vernon and Helen were notified by Chief Barstow for another interview at the station, and they agreed. When they arrived, they were immediately seated inside the police station interrogation room.
Det. Malloy opened the interrogation with, “Vernon, we need your clothes for testing. We want your boots, jeans, shirt, hat and vest.”
“Well, I guess so,” he said, and surrendered the requested clothing.
Malloy and Thomas alternately questioned the couple for seven hours with Vernon wearing only his socks, boxer shorts, and undershirt. Midway, Malloy turned to Vernon’s wife, “Helen, did you know Vernon was photographing Lorena in the nude?”
“Oh, yes, we’re a very close family. When one of us does something, we all know about it.”
Malloy described scars on the female torso, with the parents telling the officers the scars “did not match Lorena’s body scars.”
“Are there any identifiable physical characteristics on Lorena, such as scars or tattoos?” asked Malloy. “Anything to help us with identification?”
Without hesitation, Vernon described in gross detail the explicit and intimate physical markings on his stepdaughter. Using Helen as a model, who giggled with each touch of her husband’s hand, Vernon gave the following statement: “Lorena had a strawberry birthmark on the left nipple–here–and a large area of freckles on both butt cheeks–about here and here. Plus, she had a small scar in the stomach area. It was right below the navel from crawlin’ under a barbed wire fence when she was nine.” He pointed at an area just above Helen’s pubis. “Then Lorena had three small, light-colored moles on the right hip–here.” He then slightly poked Helen in that area, which released another giggle. “The moles are down real low, so they didn’t show unless she wore a bathin’ suit.”
Sitting in awe of Vernon’s unnatural description of his young daughter, Thomas, being religious, turned as red as his hair before lashing out at Vernon, “You son-of-a-bitch! You’re screwing your stepdaughter and your pill-popping wife knows it. You people make me sick,” he leaped to his feet and slammed out the door.
Helen looked on, “quiet-as a church mouse,” with Vernon telling them, “you people don’t understand how special Lorena was.”