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The blood belonged to one Zeke Foreman, a twenty-three-year-old parolee with two drug-related convictions under his belt. His DNA had been in the state’s database for five years, since his first arrest. Abbott had three photos, two of the mug-shot variety and one from the prison archives. He was sending them over by e-mail.
Rebecca Webb, Assistant U.S. Attorney. Please have a seat.”
court-appointed lawyer named Parker Logan.
He pointed to the driver of the truck with fake tags and asked, “Who is he?” “Clyde Westbay.”
Clyde Westbay lived with his second wife in a nice home behind gates not far from the beach in Brunswick County.
court reporter who’s been with me for years and I’d trust with my life.” “JoHelen.” “JoHelen Hooper.
your girlfriend, Tammy James, a former waitress at Hooters.
Tammy’s phone too, and she’s also sleeping with a guy named Burke and another named Walter, and there could be others.
Vonn’s younger brother had been shot and killed in a bad drug deal in Coral Gables in 1990, and his name was Nash Kinney.
Henry Skoley was the first Cousin they needed to figure out. He went by Hank and was supposed to be Vonn’s nephew, the son of the brother who was shot and killed.
Two Cousins, Vance and Floyd Maton,
The fifth was Ron Skinner, an alleged nephew of Vonn’s.
Skinner lived on the coast near Panama City and ran...
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Vonn’s dirtiest work was handled by a longtime gun thug known as Delgado.
Delgado had taken Son Razko to the Mace home and calmly shot him and Eileen in the bedroom, then disappeared without a trace.
The FBI had located the homes of Vance and Floyd Maton, Ron Skinner, and Hank Skoley, four of the five Cousins. Their boss, Mr. Dubose, was currently living in a cottage in Rosemary Beach.
With the investigation growing by the hour, and with the rare possibility of indicting rich white men for capital murder, the U.S. Attorney had seized control of the case. Her name was Paula Galloway, an Obama appointee and a veteran prosecutor. Her top assistant was Rebecca Webb, who by then knew more about the case than anyone but Allie Pacheco, who was called as the first witness.
One juror, a Mr. Craft from Apalachicola, confessed a fondness for blackjack and said he spent a lot of time at Treasure Key.
It was almost 8:00 p.m. when the grand jury voted unanimously to indict Vonn Dubose, Hank Skoley, Floyd Maton, Vance Maton, and Ron Skinner for the capital murder of Hugo Hatch, and for the aggravated assault of Lacy Stoltz. Clyde Westbay was added as a defendant, though he would be dropped later.
cioppino,
RICO cluster bomb.
Macon County Airport, Franklin, North Carolina.”
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Jack Henderson, part of a gang of good ole boys who ran drugs and whores and played the numbers.
In Biloxi, a lawyer named Stavish was walking with his wife into a Catholic church for Sunday Mass when two agents stopped and announced a detour.
When Billy Cappel arrived in a rush, he too was arrested, along with Adam Horn and three casino managers.
the receiver would handle the forfeiture, or sale, of all of the properties linked to the Dubose syndicate.
Gavin Prince, a well-regarded Tappacola with a degree from FSU, decided he had no future in jail. He had been second-in-command at the casino and knew most of the dirty secrets. His lawyer convinced Paula Galloway that Prince was not a crook and could help their case immensely for the right deal. He agreed to plead to one count for probation.
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the court-appointed receiver began selling assets. Using an infamous and controversial federal statute, he organized an auction for nine late-model automobiles, four boats, and two twin-engine airplanes. Lawyers for the Cousins objected, claiming such a forfeiture, while their clients were still, technically, considered innocent, was premature. It was the same argument defense attorneys had been screaming about for twenty years. Unfair as it seemed, the law was the law, and the auction netted $3.3 million. The first drop in what would become a very large bucket.
One, a longtime, trusted gofer named Willis Moran, wanted no part of prison. He had a brother who’d been raped and murdered in one, and he, Willis, was terrified of the possibility. During several interrogations, he hinted that he knew something about the murders of Son Razko and Eileen Mace, and even the disappearance of Digger Robles, the jailhouse snitch. The FBI had little interest in busting Moran with a long sentence, or a short one for that matter, and a plea deal was negotiated in which he would serve only the time he’d already spent in jail.
