Well, there you have it folks -- another woman that just walked out and shot herself. Yep, it happens all the time in this area. I remember Jill Bohl, who 'shot herself' with her own .357 magnum through the left leg and bled to death. Only problem was, there wasn't any blood where her body was found and her vehicle was more than 2 miles away and had no blood in it either!
A set of tire tracks, leading directly to Jill's body was plainly visible in the snow .... and yet, the coroner arrived, drove slowly by the body, never got out of his vehicle, said suicide, and that was the end of it.
No one ever explained to her family or anyone else how she could have bled to death and yet there not be any blood where she was found .... nor did anyone ever explain how her .357 magnum got several feet away from her body .... not to mention whose tire tracks those were.
Nope, it was suicide, and that was all there ever was to it .... until I came along, that is. Jill Bohl didn't kill herself folks. She was murdered, and her killer walks our streets today, a free man just like he was then. And yes, he's killed many since Jill Bohl .... and he'll kill many, many more before he dies of old age.
Of course this case reminds me of Dawn Holiday too. She shot herself too, you know..... yeah, right.
It was a cold December night -- in fact, it was New Years Eve 1996.
The other Bonnie - the one that lived with my Wild Bill character - had come into the beauty shop where my daughter and our friend Sindee worked as beauticians.
Bonnie got her hair done that day and told the girls that she was going over to the festivities at the Holiday Inn later that night. Of course the girls called me as soon as Bonnie left, and when Sindee got off from work that evening I picked her up and we began our evening of trying to keep track of Wild Bill, which is not an easy task.
Bonnie had told the girls that Wild Bill was 'not invited,' but I remember that I laughed when they told me. I said he didn't wait for an invitation, and he'd show up there before the night was over.
Sindee and I made several trips around the area that night. We checked the parking lots of almost every honky tonk in Parkersburg, but couldn't find Wild Bill's little, white Toyota truck. We knew he wasn't home, but we didn't have a clue as to where he actually was.
If memory serves me correctly {and this is all being written from memory instead of checking my files, as I really should - still, I have a pretty good memory for details...} it was around 2:00 a.m. when Wild Bill came up Washington Boulevard and headed into the car wash.
"Where has he been?" I asked Sindee as we watched him hose the red clay mud off of the Toyota.
"He thinks that thing is a four-wheel drive," I told Sindee. I'd seen him put that little truck in places I would have been concerned about if it had been a four-wheel drive vehicle. But somehow, he always managed to get it back out and kept on truckin'.
As soon as the truck was clean Wild Bill left Belpre. We gave him a half hour head start and set out looking for him.
Most of the night spots were emptying out as we hit Parkersburg, and I wondered if he was going to follow someone - like we'd seen him do on more than one ocassion. Still, I couldn't find the Toyota in any of the old hiding spots he usually used, so eventually we headed on out of town toward the Holiday Inn.
And there she sat ..... way up on top of the hill, and all alone under the dusk to dawn light .... encased in a shell of ice it looked like a diamond under that light.
"Well, he's down for the night," I said and we headed home.
News of the next day was anything but pleasant. They said Dawn Holiday had shot herself in the head and killed herself. I said .... "Dawn Holiday?" and recalled that Toyota sitting under the dusk to 'dawn' light at the 'Holiday' Inn ..... where oh where had my Billy been, and what had he done?
It was several years before I got to talk to anyone who knew Dawn Holiday .... in fact, I was deep into the middle of another double homicide when I met Dawn Holiday's cousin. Her own 12 year old son had been accused of the double homicide of his own aunt and grandmother .... his cop cousin had supposedly gotten a 'confession' out of the boy .... with no parents, no lawyers, no one else present!! and they were going to hang his ass.
His mother came to me, and that's when I learned that her son had requested a trial by jury but was not going to have one. The gun he supposedly used had someone else's fingerprint on the trigger, and although there was blood spatter all over the room in which the two women were shot and killed - point blank range with a .410 shotgun - the boy had not one drop of blood on him or his clothing. There was no powder residue on him or his clothing, and the time line didn't fit .... but, he's serving time, convicted ...... but, I regress. I was talking about Dawn Holiday ....
Dawn's cousin told me that no one in her family believed that Dawn had killed herself.
She was at a small tavern/bar close to her home until midnight, at which time she said goodnight to her friends and told them she was going home, take a hot bath, get into her jammies and watch a movie or read a good book ..... and she left .... and that was the end of Dawn Holiday.
Now, here's this same woman losing both her mother and her sister ... how many family members is she going to lose, I wondered.
"Where was Dawn found?" I interrupted the woman.
"On an old fishing road that's used in the summer but not in the winter. Dawn would never have driven back that old road," she replied.
An old memory came to me .... a man washing red clay mud from his white truck ..... and me wondering where he'd had that truck ......
"Was it a red clay mud road?" I asked.
"Yes, it certainly was," she replied.
I decided to tell the woman what I'd seen that night, a few years earlier ..... and I even gave her his name ...... and the name of the woman he was shacked up with at the time that her son supposedly murdered his grandmother and aunt.
To my surprise the woman knew the name of Wild Bill's girlfriend ..... knew it well.
She had been the one who broke up her marriage when she was pregnant!
Why was I not surprised to learn that there was a direct connection to old Wild Bill?
Always a connection ........ never of any importance .... ever.
Well, all I can wonder today is where he was on August 19th ..... Columbus, Ohio? Who knows.
And considering I saw him defraud one insurance company {and they CHOSE to let it go instead of prosecuting him -- and yes, I can still prove it, so back off} I wonder where he has his vehicle and home insurance now days ...... hum, wonder if it could be Nationwide?
And beyond all of this, I wonder if BCI&I is involved in Holly Timble's case .....
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Another Murdered 'Holly'
And I wonder if any of my friends remember the two holly bushes he bought me for Christmas one year, but took them back because I wouldn't behave myself!!
And then comes Holly Bobo - another 'coincidence', no doubt.
Holly Lynn Bobo
Info From K.S. -
"From the condo where Holly Marie Trimble was last seen in Westerville, to where Holly Metzger Carruthers was last seen is 58.61 miles, about 1 hour driving time."
"From Richmond Dale, Ohio where Stephanie Evans lived to Point Pleasant, West Virginia where Stephanie Davis lived is 51.7 miles, about 1 hour driving time."
"That's two cases where the victims were an hour's drive from each other, either by taking a US super highway or an US interstate freeway."
"Don't know if there could be other cases that are an hour apart from each other. Wouldn't be suprised, but this is a pattern here in my opinion."
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