Here's this Man Mountain Dean kinda fella standing up in front of a TV screen in Virginia, back home, lookin' at a judge, now and then, nodding.
" yes judge,.......no judge....ok judge." Ole Jesse walks off with a gorgeous English coed at the University of Virginia late one night. He, a mountain of a man, towering over her at 6" 4" and nearly 300 pounds,a huge black man wearing a football shirt, black short pants, almost a stereotype cartoon figure. He got outta town fast, got all the way to Texas. Guess he was hiding. I guess.
She, a dainty, white English teen age co-ed with an angelic smile, a music major, drinking cocktails with friends at a nearby bistro. Late into the night she leaves the mall, and a TV camera traces her movements up and down the long hallway, with ole giant Jesse hot on her trail. At the wee hours, almost no one is around. Could have happened anywhere I suppose: Isle of White, Faro, but...it happened there in Charlottesville.
First she goes one-way, Jesse follows, then back the other way, Jesse sniffing along behind. A witness sees her get into Matthew's red car and speed off.
Col Tim Long of the Charlottesville Police makes an emotional and impassioned nationwide tv plea for Jesse's return to the station. He did come back briefly with family, demand an attorney who aided him to immediately leave, no questions, thank you very much. And, he left.
No word, national TV exposure, still no word.
The FBI offers help Col Luongo accepts, forensics vacuums everything in site and arrest warrants are issued. Local and FBI are involved in the arrest and in the clink he goes.
Cable police reporters are negative about the sweet young coed's survivability. Our black Knight's purposes have, by their decades of past experience have proved to be lurid, dark and awful. My worst fears are for the dread and grief that this night falls over our young coed from Britain and the painful death she suffered at the hands of this violent brute.
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