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By Yvonne Mason
The door to the small gray walled visitation room slammed shut, with a bang that reverberated throughout the floor.
As I began to sit down on the cold grey metal chair my handcuffs and shackles rattle like old bones. The cuffs are tight against my wrist, making them very uncomfortable, because they are chained to the leg shackles. Wearing the leg shackles make it difficult to walk and move around. I am not able to walk properly it is more like a shuffle. I guess they think I will try to escape. I am a resident of the State of Florida at Raeford Prison located in North Central Florida near Gainesville. After exhausting all of my appeals through the judicial system, being in prison for over fifteen years and knowing I was finally going to get the needle for the eight bitches I finally got retribution on, I wanted to tell my story. I wanted the world to know what they had done to me and how I had been treated all those years ago in 1983.
And as an added kick I wanted the cops to know that I knew who had killed the other three. My name is Marion Lewis Reinhart. At least it has been for many years. The name on my birth certificate is Marion Louisa Reinhart. My mother wanted a boy. My parents called me Louis from the day I was born. I am scheduled to die by the lethal cocktail in five days.
The lethal cocktail is a mixture of Sodium Pentothal which produces a coma, pancironium bromide which relaxes the muscles and potassium chloride which causes the heart to stop beating. Separately these drugs are good. Together they are, well, lethal. What a way to go. When I found out I was going to have this lovely lethal cocktail, I looked it all up in the prison library. Funny, they strap me down to put me to sleep. By the time I get hit with the chloride, I will be in the twilight zone.
But before I go, I have been given permission to tell the facts of what happened all those years ago. The facts are so much better than the truth as all of them know it. The facts are what really happened and why. The facts will finally set me free. Not their so called truth.
The cops thought they were so smart. They thought they had it all figured out. They thought it was about my sexual inabilities. They thought it was the only way I could get off. Those idiots ! It had nothing to do with sex. It had to do with revenge.
As I glanced around the room, my eyes stopped abruptly on the young reporter sitting across from me. She is over dressed in a pale blue suit. Her blouse is a shade darker and all the buttons are fastened according to the prison rules. There is no excess or inviting flesh anywhere. She looks like an old fashioned school marm waiting to wrap my knuckles for some infraction of the rules.
I couldn’t help but notice her red shoulder length hair, and like me it had a mind of its own. She is in her mid twenties. I think her deep green eyes are the best quality about her. Until I notice her face, soft and petite with a mouth that is small and seductively inviting. She has a small delicate nose which is slightly turned up on the end. She will break some man’s heart one day, if she hasn’t already. She wears no jewelry. Her name is Mandy McQuaid, from the Fort Pierce, Sentinel.
The Fort Pierce Sentinel is the local paper for the Fort Pierce area. It has been locally owned by a family by the name of Barnes for a hundred years. It covered my crime from the first day the last body was found. The editor, Bill Barnes did an excellent job of covering the story when it broke, so it only seemed fair that he get the rest of the story. Besides that he had Mandy as one of his reporters and someone I was very interested in.
She looks like one of the ones who were popular in high school. I bet she was even on the cheer leading squad.
“Hey cheerleader,” I say as she shifts in her chair. Her eyes grow wide and I see her breath come in short pants. She was picked for this article because she looks like the eight. I also have another reason but she will learn why later. I only wanted her to do the article. She would understand my reasons for having to do retribution. She will understand when she knows all of the facts. She will more than happy to be part of my retribution.
I can tell she is scared to be in the room with me. I watch her get the small tape recorder out of her bag and put it on the table. Then she takes out her yellow legal pad and several pens. I watch her slender hands shake slightly as she lays the pad on the table. She glances at the two way mirror to make sure someone is watching. I smile at her in what I think is a non-threatening way. I know what she is thinking. I see it in her face. She thinks I may try to kill her. She has nothing to worry about. She is the instrument of my truth. She will let the world know how badly I was treated all those years ago. Everyone will see that I was the victim. I was the one who was hurt and ridiculed. I was the one who was left out. I am the one left with the invisible scars. She will be the one who tells the world that I was the one who so cleverly and masterfully killed the three. Yes, Mandy will make things right.
“Today is July 15, 2007. I am interviewing Mr. Marion Lewis Reinhart who has five days left” Mandy said into the recorder.
Marion Reinhart will be executed in the Florida Penal System by lethal injection.
Taking a deep breath, Mandy continues, “Mr. Reinhart has stated that he wishes to tell his side of the story behind the heinous crimes of murder he committed over fifteen years ago against eight women.”
I sit back in my chair, take a deep breath and do my best to hide my smile.
The recording made a whizzing sound that was distracting, but this would catch her attention.
“There were more than eight.”
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