D' Ambush Killings: In to the Eyes of a Killer

By Bradley North

Imagine a peaceful night of relaxing fishing at a Dam Reservoir, where you and your family have vacationed for the last 18 years. On this particular night you've disappeared and the only evidence you've left behind is a truck, a pool of blood, a blood trail, tissue and drag marks.

This is where this story started for the Police, however for Dennis Roe; it was a night of terror and horror, when he was confronted by a trained assassin. For the family it was where their nightmares began. This was not the first time he/they had killed, including the Colonial Parkway.

He is one of Virginia's most prolific serial killers. He/They is known to have killed internationally, discarding the bodies in the water, so as not be found. There are over a hundred unsolved murders where he traveled.

The killer confessed to Bradley North with regard to the first murder, he was suspected of and why "he said" he was ordered to kill this person. It took almost 9 years to convict him of one murder.

After reading this story, you will think twice before going on what could turn out to be, your last outing ever.

Bradley Dallas North

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Apr 11, 2006
• ISBN: 9780595833405

Bradley North

I worked this case for 19 months and then resigned in order to stay alive. This was an actual case of a prolific serial killer who is incarcerated for only one murder in the state of Virginia, with a string of murders from Canada to Florida.

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D’ AMBUSH KILLINGS

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In to the Eyes of a Killer

Bradley Dallas North

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D’ AMBUSH KILLINGS

In to the Eyes of a Killer

Copyright © 2006 by Bradley Dallas North

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Contents

DEDICATION

Introduction

1 Meeting Gil Downey and Mrs.Eniss

2 Trying To Make Sense of This Murder

3 Asking Gil for His Help

4 Unraveling the Mystery of

5 Deciding to stay the Course

6 In To the Eyes of a Killer

7 Knowing the Truth could Keep Me Alive

8 Back to the Prison for more Answers

9 Dick is Attacked and Almost killed

10 I Had to Listen or Die

11 Eniss’s Caught in Lies While Filing Court Documents

DEDICATION

This story is dedicated to all Law Enforcement Agencies and Personnel, whether State or Federal, who have dedicated their lives to taking criminals who prey on and terrorize other people or society as a whole. Making sure they are put where they belong, no matter how long it takes to catch them and get them off the streets.

I want to personally thank the Virginia State Detectives, The Court and all the unsung heroes who work without the recognition they deserve, who made it their duty to get this animal off the streets and commend them on how many lives they saved by doing so…

Terrorism, does not just come from other countries, it happens everyday and night on our streets and in our homes. We need to address this type of terrorism as we would any other terrorist groups or individuals who threaten our country or the citizens and visitors who rely on our Law Enforcement Officials for their protection. God Bless our men and women who put their Life on the line for us all.

Bradley Dallas North

Introduction

This story is about one of the most prolific serial killers who stalked, hunted and killed for sport. He killed like a coward and this story will send shivers through your body, because the events in this narrative really happened, his name is Dick Eniss. He is in prison right now in the state of Virginia, for one murder and we know for a fact, he committed at least 13, in this state alone. For the purpose of this story the names have been changed for the protection of everyone involved. My name is Bradley North and I worked as a Special Investigator for the family, until I discovered who he was. I worked with the State Police, FBI and other government agencies, while trying to unravel the mysteries of mutilation’s and multiple killings’, which were associated with this man. I worked this case for 19 months, before resigning in order to stay alive. This is my second novel of a trilogy set of real stories I was actually involved in.

I have worked in some type of security, where I have helped others for over 30 years; I have traveled all over the world helping to protect both my country and the citizens who call the United States of America, their home.

My background includes serving in the United States Navy. I served in Vietnam, during the evacuation of Saigon. I have studied martial arts in many forms and styles all over the world; I have fought all over the world while traveling in the military. I was approved for BUD (Basic Underwater Demolition) training in order to try and become a United States Navy Seal. I have shared the devastation of war and felt the pain of death as have my comrades from all corners of the globe, who have had to fight for what they believed and then they were left with the awesome task of putting war in the past.

My picture on the back of my books is where I am kneeling at the Vietnam Wall in Washington, DC. I am touching the name of the young Marine I met just before he went to the in country to protect the United States Embassy; his is one of the last names on the Vietnam wall, KIA in 1975.

I always felt a need to help people, I was the youngest Police Cadet in Virginia at the age of 15 and later I had two different opportunities to save two sets of police officers from becoming severely injured or killed while they were in the line of duty, in two different cities. One of them required a 10-1 response was called and maybe both. A 10-1 response in law enforcement means an officer needs immediate help, when this call is received every police officer around drops everything and everyone responds to this call for emergency help.

I thought of becoming a physician; however I realized I did not have what it takes to have to hold life in my hands. I knew there were other ways of helping people. Because of my background and training I have done security work and personally protected some of the biggest names in showbiz, George Jones, Jerry Lee Lewis, Charley Daniels and even Pete Decker, Esq. I was asked by many top names to be their personal body guards, only to thank them and say no to their offers.

I personally have stood toe to toe with the 4 member team of Seal Team 6 in a situation which had a possibility of getting very ugly, only to be honored by the team leader after this situation had been addressed and laid to rest He later became the Governor of Minnesota.

I studied Constitutional, Criminal and Civil law; I have personally written and filed documents in both the State and Federal Courts, including the Supreme Court of the United States. In my third book I will explain why I never wanted, nor became an attorney. I learned to investigate by watching and listening to people, asking questions, studying documents, scenes and interviewing witnesses.

I started the Emergency Medical Rapid Response Program, which monitored medically at risk and people living alone, with no other way of getting emergency medical attention. Together with some friends we created a Foundation, which from the onset had 3 primary missions; the first was to help people who medically needed the service. The second was to bring recognition to the brave men and women (heroes who put their life on the line for all of us on a daily basis) go without recognition for their unselfish and heroic deeds. During my interactions both professionally and personally, with these emergency services personnel, I quickly came to believe without a doubt that these people were the ‘True Heroes’ our children needed in there lives. This brings us to the third primary mission, which is to give our children back the real heroes they should want to emulate. Through this our children could interact with real heroes and strive to be the best they could be, through our guidance, as role models.

I personally wrote the Proclamation, Virginia’s Governor, Doug Wilder signed, Proclaiming ‘SEPTEMBER 11’ in 1990 to be recognized as EMERGENCY SERVICES PERSONNEL RECOGNITION DAY. It was later made a day of recognition by Governor Bill Clinton, who we all know later became President and 26 other Governors representing their states. During the same time period, when Desert Shield turned to Desert Storm, we were promoting for the first time, a weekend event called, Blast on the Bay. This event was going to show joint rescue operations including, both the military and civil rescue operations. There was to be a concert called ‘Concert 911’, where I requested the country and western superstars, Alabama. Due to previous commitments they were not able to schedule us into there itinerary. I was asked would I like a rising star named, Garth Brooks. My initial and final response was Garth; who? I am probably the only man in history to turn down a chance to have Garth Brooks in concert; instead we booked Juice Newton, Travis Tritt and Exile.

I have done security for several people I can’t tell you about. I have helped people and been involved in projects in other parts of the world. I have written and have had two poems published, while others have been sent all over the world. Everything I have briefly told you about my past can be verified for the truth. Everything I had ever learned throughout my past and more would be required to keep us all alive during this project.

In my line of work, I have known fear in several forms. Fear can disguise itself in many shapes, sizes, colors, smells and identities, but in most situations fear comes from being un-prepared, for what you had to experience. I can honestly say, Dick Eniss has an evil heart; mind, body and soul and by the time this story is over, if you are like me. You will be thanking God for the men and women who put their life on the line every day, in order to catch the predators that prey upon our society. You will be thanking the dedicated unsung heroes who guard our prisons, and the prison systems, which keep us safeguarded from these predators once they have been apprehended, tried and convicted for their crimes against humanity.

This story even becomes worse, because the doctors say; Dick Eniss won’t be a threat to society any longer after he gets to be a certain age. He will be eligible for parole in about 15 more years. He will be in his 60s, and he might not be a threat to everybody out there, but I know when he comes out he’s going to come looking for me. I believe he will also come looking for the Virginia State Police Detective who arrested him. I had already had to tell him one time, that if he was on the other side of these walls, I would not go to sleep, before putting a bullet between his eyes. This was said, only after he invited me to go camping with him if and when he got out.

Not only did Dick Eniss kill people in Virginia, but he was suspected of killing many more. You will be introduced to Detective Donnie Bellman, a dedicated Detective for the Virginia State Police, who without his persistence and gut instinct, this case may have never gotten solved. Dick Eniss is in for the murder of one person and I personally know that until we found out who he really was, no one had any idea how many people he had killed. He did not just kill in the United States, but how he went into other countries and killed also.

I will take you on a step-by-step journey of how I got involved in this project. You’ll meet your old friend again, Gil Downey, without him neither one of these stories could have been told. Gil Downey saved my life in this project by putting his life on the line. This is where you will learn when I met Gil and how we forged the relationship we had through the fiery turmoil’s and dangers we faced together. Everything happens for reason and for reasons unknown at the time, I was very thankful to have met Gil Downey and we had become friends. If it wasn’t for people, helping other people, this man would still be killing people.

Learn how two Virginia State Detectives and I were almost killed in the Virginia State Police building (while they were finding out what this man was, they had incarcerated) and find out how only through the Grace of God, we were not.

According to my editors there will be disbelief as to my credentials and how I was ever permitted and/or the question of why I was involved in this and other projects. My first book; ONE BILLION DOLLAR$ GIFT was even designated ‘Fiction’, because the editors could not believe the story contents. My true name is not Bradley Dallas North, however the stories I have written are true, all except the names who actually participated in the events, which I have described. I have contacted my publisher and I am having my first book re-designated to non-fiction or something similar. I am going to share with you now the reason for my involvement and how I was asked to participate in these and other projects in my third book; THREE SWORDS OF ONE LIGHT, you will learn how everything I ever worked for in my life, was stripped away from me and how through ‘Faith’ I was given everything back I ever lost and more.

I will now tell you a little about my promise to God, after being told by the Doctors at Duke and the VA Hospitals that I had melanoma cancer throughout my body; including my lymphatic system, liver, lungs and even my brain and there was nothing anybody could do for me. They told me there were no experimental drugs which would help me, because the cancer was considered to already be in my brain and none of the drugs they had would even be able to fight the cancer. When the Doctor told me this information, I immediately looked up and told the Lord, Thank You; now You and I can work this out together. The Doctor looked at me as if I were crazy, as I shook his hand and said good-bye.

While on my way back to Virginia and after getting my sister calmed down, I started talking to God through my prayers, I thanked Him for allowing me the opportunity to see my children grow up and for all the times He opened doors when I should have been dead, while working on these and other projects, never receiving a scratch. I then told Him, because of everything He has done to protect me when I had no other way for help, I was ready for death, if it was His will. I then looked up and said to the Lord; if He would give me the opportunity, I would write three books in His honor.

It took me over a month to get out of bed from the pain and the amount of morphine I was on, in order to sit down and start writing these stories. After my first book was at the publishers and my second book was just about finished, I started having even more severe pain. I called my doctors and in the third book, I will tell you what we found.

The Author

1

Meeting Gil Downey and Mrs.Eniss

Let me take you to the beginning when I met Gil Downey and Mrs. Eniss, almost on the same day. I went to both of their homes on the same day. I met Gil’s wife Angie the same day I met Mrs. Eniss and I actually met Gil, five days later.

Before we can get started and I tell you the story of meeting Gil, I have to tell you what I was doing and how it led up to meeting a man who would forever change my life. This story started in 1997. I lived with my wife in Charlotte, North Carolina. She was the Director of Surgery of a hospital in Charlotte. I was working on legal documents and continuing college at one of the local colleges in Charlotte. I had been studying Law the last four years and as you will find out in the next book, I wrote and filed documents all the way to the Supreme Court of the United States. I had recently gotten a break and my wife was extra busy at the hospital because of a special inspection that was coming up. Because of her position she was spending 18 hours a day at the hospital, because she was responsible for the outfitting of the new operating rooms, which would take the hospital to a higher level of trauma certification.

I had recently talked to my brother Samuel and he invited me to come see him, when I got a break. I called him up and asked him, how much work he had to do. He said he could sure use my help. I told him I had just gotten a break and I wanted to know if he wanted me to still come down. He asked me, when I was coming down. I told him either tonight or tomorrow. He told me he was looking forward to seeing me and asked me if I wanted to work with him on some of his jobs. I told him that would be fun giving us a chance to work and spend time together at the same time. I said sure. He told me great and I’ll see you tonight. I started laughing; I told him, I would see him tomorrow.

I had everything set up; I wanted to call my wife to let her know what I was going to do. I could call her any time when she was at the hospital. I tried not to call her during this big inspection push, I never knew what she was involved in and unless it was an emergency I didn’t want to pull her away from her work. When I called her office she was in there and said hi what are you doing, I told her that I was thinking about her and asked her was she okay. She was starting to get a touch of a cold and she hated to get sick. I told her I had talked to my brother Samuel and he wanted me to come down and spend a few days with him. She said that would be good, because she was going to be so busy here at the hospital and that we would not be together, except maybe to sleep. I told her that’s what I thought and that I told my brother that I would come down tomorrow. She asked me if we could have dinner tonight. I told her yes we could and that was why I told my brother I couldn’t be down until tomorrow. I told her I would drive into town and pick her up from the hospital so that when we were done eating, I could drop her off, and she could go back to work with out having to go park and walk all the back across the north forty of the hospital. We agreed to meet at the front entrance of the hospital at 7 PM.

We had our dinner and we said goodbye. I told her I would see her in a few days and she could call me on my cell phone anytime. She told me she loved me and be careful. I told her I loved her too and that I would. I went on back to the house and took care of all the things I needed to do, for the upcoming week. I packed my clothes, shoes and coats to keep me warm while I was working with my brother. I got all my toiletries and put everything in a car so that all I would have to do is get up in the morning and when I was ready, I could leave.

The next morning I got up and got ready. I left my house at 9 a.m. and got to my brothers 2:30 PM. Samuel lived right outside of Richmond; his chosen profession was being a plumber and he did plumbing in all the surrounding areas. I had always told my brother, I did not want be a plumber, because they had the hardest and dirtiest job. He agreed with me. Then Sam said, it was a tough job, but it was good paying profession. He had been doing the work for many years and there wasn’t anything about it a clogged toilet, sewage system or bad pipes he couldn’t tell you about.

We spent the first day after I got there just sitting around watching movies shooting the breeze and telling childhood war stories. We laughed and enjoyed each other’s company that day. The next three days we spent making service calls the better part of each day. It was late in the afternoon on the third day around 2 p.m. when my brother said he just got a call on his business line and one of his customers had a bathtub that wouldn’t drain and she asked if he could come out right away to fix it. We were going to go fishing that day, but because of that call we decided to go take care of her needs first and we could go fishing the next day.

We drove for about an hour outside Richmond and came up to this beautiful colonial style farmhouse which was a smaller version of a plantation mansion. It looked like it was set in the middle of about 200 acres or better, there will horses, cows, goats, dogs and a bull. It was absolutely beautiful there was tobacco and soybeans growing. There were at least two ponds and maybe even three or four. We pulled up to the house, walked up to the door and knocked on it. A lady came to the door with a big smile on her face, she told us her name was Angie and then she asks us if we were here to fix her tub. Samuel introduced himself and told her yes, he was. He then told her I was his brother Bradley and he introduced me to her. She said hello to me and then she said, let me take you to the bathroom. I followed them up the steps into the bathroom where the water was up to the safety trap.

My brother explained to her what his rates were and why the minimum charge was so much, because he had drive almost 60 miles to get there. She said that was OK, this problem had just gotten worse and she didn’t care what it costs, she wanted it fixed. My brother did the standard test upstairs in the bathroom and said it was either in the vent pipe on the roof or was in the pipe that ran from the upstairs through the downstairs and then into the basement. He said we need to go down to the basement, because he did not believe there was anything in the vent pipe. While we were down in the basement Angie came down and started talking to us. I immediately liked her; she just had that air of distinction or quality that you don’t find in people very often. She was very pretty on the outside and after talking to her for a few minutes, I could tell that she had a very rich and full life with her husband. Angie told us he was not home, because he was in London on a business trip. She said that he traveled a lot and that most the time she traveled with him, but this time she decided not to.

My brother got the drain un-clogged and we were packing everything up and getting ready to go, when my brother came over to me and told me that Angie and her husband were looking for somebody to move into the house in the back and help watch the place while they were gone. I had told my brother that my wife and I had talked about moving back to Virginia to be closer to our children, because her daughter had just moved from North Carolina back to Virginia also. I was real familiar with the area, because I had traveled it for years in my sales profession. I told Sam, that it sounded good and I would talk to my wife. I told Sam to ask Angie to have her husband call me when he got home and whenever it was convenient for him to meet with me. My brother came back after about 10 minutes and said Angie would like to talk to you. I said OK and I got out of that van and followed my brother back to the house.

Angie was standing outside when I walked over to her; she asked me would you be interested in you and your wife living here. I told her I had not given much thought about it, until just a few minutes ago, but this was the area that we were talking about possibly moving into or maybe even as far as Farmville. I told Angie this is a beautiful place and I asked her what she would expect from us to live here. She told me the only thing they would expect, would be for us to take care of the animals and make sure they were fed and watered while they were gone and to see that their house was looked after. I told her that was really a nice offer and I would talk to my wife about it. I gave her my phone number and she gave me hers and I asked her to have her husband call me when he got back from his trip. She said she would have him call me and that she looked forward to meeting my wife. I thanked her again as I shook her hand and said goodbye.

Samuel and I went back to the van and he asked me what I thought, because it would be a nice place to live. I told him yes it looked like a beautiful place. My brother wanted me to move back in the area so he would have me around and we could spend time together. We left Angie’s house and I thought we were heading back home when my brother said we had to make one more stop, Sam told me he got a phone call last night from a lady he had done work for earlier in the year. She needed him to come over and look at her pipes because the water wasn’t going down in the kitchen sink. A brother said it shouldn’t take long, but then he remembered she asked him about taking a tree down which had fallen across the trailer she was living in. My brother knew I had experience in cutting trees down and he told me he wanted me to tell him how much to charge her for cutting the tree off of her trailer. He told me she lived right there at the Virginia and North Carolina border and if we hadn’t made this earlier call to Angie’s house, we would’ve run all the way out here to her house just for clogged drain. I told him I didn’t care when we went home, but that I was getting hungry and if we had to go anywhere else after this, let’s try to get some dinner first. My brother agreed with me and said it shouldn’t take to long once we get there. We came off the interstate into a little town, then my brother took some back roads to get us down to this long and winding road that ran back almost to the water.

There was a house sitting up on top of the hill, and a trailer sitting down the hill before you got to the house. There was about a 70 foot pine tree which had fallen across the top of the trailer and was still there. I told my brother he could charge her $300, but because she was a customer of his, I told him to tell her I would cut it off and stack it up for $100. My brother came out of the house after about five minutes of being inside and said go ahead and cut the tree off and I’ll be back in a few minutes. The next time I saw my brother was when I had cut the tree off the roof of the trailer and had gone to the ground to finish cutting the tree down. He was fixing her sink while I was taking care of the tree. When they came out of the trailer an elderly lady accompanied by brother over to where I was working. When I saw them coming I turned off the chainsaw and lifted my goggles. My brother introduced the lady to me as Mrs. Eniss and he told her I was his older brother Bradley. I said hello to the lady and she said hi back to me. Then she thanked me so much for getting the tree off of a roof. I told her she was more than welcome and I was glad I was with my brother so that I could help.

She had another tree which was standing at the other end of the trailer, but was leaning towards the trailer. She pointed this tree out to me and asked me how much I would charge her to take it down too. I told her because it was standing and I could fall it, wherever I wanted to that I would cut it down and stack the wood for $75 more. She asked me to go ahead and please cut it down and cut the stump of the tree as low as I could. I told her yes ma’am and I went to cut that tree down. After I had cut the tree down she came back out on the porch and we started talking, I told her I was a structural specialist and that I could build a house from the ground up. She asked me could I repair the damage which was done to her trailer by the tree, which I had just taken off the roof. I told her I didn’t know how bad the damage was and that I would have to go inside and take a look. She invited me into the trailer as soon as I walked in the door I could see the outside from the ceiling. I looked at it real carefully and I even went back up on the roof to see how much real damage had been done once I swept it down.

I told Mrs. Eniss I could fix the damage and jack the structure back up into place where it would not leak and I could repair the structural damage inside the ceiling. I told her we could go back with new materials which would be costly and possibly hard-to-find since this trailer was old. I told her I could put it back together where it would look good and wouldn’t leak for $800 or I could go ahead and take the whole roof off, fix the structural damage and put new materials on the inside for about $3000.00-$4000.00. I told her that if she let me do it the way I wanted to from the inside, she probably wouldn’t be able to tell it was ever damaged. I told her the roof was the only place you would be able to tell there was damage was where I patched it to the existing roof. She told me that’s how she wanted to do it, if I was sure that it wouldn’t leak. I told her I was sure it would not leak, if it was done properly.

I am sure about now you’re wondering whether you picked up the wrong book, because this is starting to sound like a construction project and you know as well as I do there’s not much mystery in the flushing of a toilet. We’ll hang on in the curves, because you are just about to find out what I found out.

During the three days it took me to rebuild the sub roof structure, and fix the ceiling Mrs. Eniss and I had engaged in several conversations. One of those conversations she asked me what I did for a living. I told her I that I helped people. I told her I was currently representing a man who had been convicted a crime he did not commit. I told her he had been denied due process of law and never been given another chance for rehearing. Mrs. Eniss looked at me with a startled look at her eyes and then she asked me if my brother told me anything about her. I told Mrs. Eniss I didn’t know what she was referring to.

Mrs. Eniss Dropped a Bomb Shell in My Lap

Mrs. Eniss asked me if my brother had told me about her son Dick, who was in prison for murder. I told her no ma’am he had not said a word to me about it. When she said this to me the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and something about this whole situation sounded spooky. I told Mrs. Eniss about a case I was working in the state of Virginia where I was trying to help someone who had been convicted of felony embezzlement, when there should never have been charges, much less a conviction. I told her I was currently uncovered and was working with a common law statute, which had been buried in the Virginia’s law books and had not been used for 40 years. I told her I had filed papers in the Virginia Beach Circuit Court and that I had been granted a new hearing on the case I was working on. She asked me was I a lawyer and I told her no, I was not, but that I had studied the law and I felt I was as well-versed as any lawyer out there and probably more so than lot of them.

Then Mrs. Eniss dropped a bombshell on me and asked me would I take a look at her sons’ case and to see if there was anything I could do, to prove her son was innocent of the one murder he had been convicted of. Mrs. Eniss told me Dick had been denied due process of law and now he only had a four-day court hearing. Most importantly was that Dick’s attorney never put on any type of defense? Mrs. Eniss said the Judge even asked him, what do you mean, the Defense rest; you have not even put on any witnesses or said anything on your client’s behalf. That was the part that got to me. I had gotten to know Mrs. Eniss she was in her late 70s and she loved her son dearly. Mrs. Eniss said this would have never happened, but she was out of the country with friends on a train trip across Canada when this occurred. Mrs. Eniss asked me how was I able to do this type of work when I was not an attorney. I told Mrs. Eniss it was a very thin line, but that I would need power of attorney from Dick and from her also, before I could even ask the first question to anyone about this case. Mrs. Eniss asked me would I be willing to take his case on to help her son. I told her it was going to be very expensive and it costs me over one hundred thousand dollars for the investigations and all the work which, was required in order to get this done. Mrs. Eniss asked me how much I would charge her to look at her sons’ case. I told her I was going to charge her what it would cost me to investigate this case properly. I Mrs. Eniss I was going to charge her $5,000 and take one month, to work exclusively for her on Dick’s case.

I told Mrs. Eniss she agreed to this, then after 30 days we would sit back down again and decide on whether or not she wanted me to pursue this any further. At that time I would make my determination on whether I wanted to proceed any further for what ever reason. I might have a reason which would cause me to terminate working for her. I told Mrs. Eniss if we continued after one month that I would require $4000 a month, in advance and I would cover all the expenses with this money and that when we parted ways or terminated our agreement, she could the reimburse me for my expenses. I did this for two reasons; the first reason was I did not want to pay out of my own pocket to investigate for her son. The second was because I did not know this lady nor did I know her financial portfolio. I did not want to get caught up in something that could put me in a dangerous situation and because I was investigating without being compensated for my expenses, I could get in trouble. I did not have the resources to take on another free investigation. I told Mrs. Eniss the only way I would do this for her was by knowing the truth about everything and if either her or her son ever lied to me about anything, I would walk away immediately and I would terminate our agreement.

Mrs. Eniss accepted my terms and agreed to one month for me to investigate and find out whether or not I wanted to proceed any further with Dick Eniss’s case. I was charged by this, because the last case I worked on cost me a lot of money, when I did not ask for money up front. I was not going to be caught in this position again, no matter what the outcome was going to be at the end of the month. I told her the first thing we needed to do was to sit down and draw up power of attorney contracts, so that all parties concerned could sign them. Mrs. Eniss wanted me to go to the prison this upcoming weekend with her and it was an 8 hour drive one-way. I told her I was working for her exclusively and I would be ready to go.

Mrs. Eniss finished paying me for the roof job in cash. Then she pulled out five thousand dollars in $100 bills and handed it to me. I wrote her out a receipt for the $5,000, she had given me and a brief description of what it was to be used for. This was how I started investigating whether Dick Eniss was an innocent man who had been falsely accused of a murder he didn’t commit. Mrs. Eniss lead me to believe it was because of the Commonwealth’s rush to judgment, a Defense attorney negligence and even malpractice, Dick was falsely convicted and was denied due process of law. This is what Mrs. Eniss thought she should tell me. Mrs. Eniss told me she could not get anybody to help her find the truth out and/ or help her son out of prison. I ask her to start explaining to me her knowledge of what happened to Dick, in a way that she could take me from the beginning of the murder and up until present time, so that I would have some type of history as to what happened and the time span we were looking at since the conviction. I believed that Mrs. Eniss believed her son was innocent and I felt compelled to help her do what ever had to be done, in order to find truth out. I told Mrs. Eniss even if we found out Dick did not do it, it did not mean we could ever get him out of prison. I told Mrs. Eniss before we could worry about that, I had to know more about the case and more about Dick.

I couldn’t believe this as a coincidence, I’d come down to work with my brother and had been offered a chance to work for 30 days, there was however the possibility this could last a long time, depending on what I found.

Now, I had to go tell my brother what I was planning on doing for Mrs. Eniss. I knew he was going to be real excited; just about as excited as he was when I told him I was going to fix the roof on her trailer. My brother always had this problem with me talking to the people we’re working for, because for some reason people gravitate towards me, they always seem to ask me to do something for them and this was the situation which had happened again.

I had spent seven days down with my brother and decided it was time to go back home to see my wife and let her know what I was doing, while I was on my break. I had an 1100 page court transcript to read and go through. This was going to take me several days to read and I was probably going to have to read it more than one time. The key to whether or not I would help Dick Eniss was in this transcript. If he had been given a proper trial it would be evident, just as it would if he was not. I told Mrs. Eniss the only way I was going to continue working this after 30 days was going to depend on what I found in this transcript and how I felt after I talked to Dick at the prison.

I told Mrs. Eniss I was leaving and where I was going. I told Mrs. Eniss she could reach me on my cell phone if she needed me, because I had to go where I could concentrate on the facts of her sons’ case.

In this book I am going to share with you actual parts of the transcript, doctor’s reports and other evaluations, which were done on Dick Eniss prior to sentencing him to two life terms for the robbery and murder. There will be psychological evaluations, which were done after he was incarcerated and I will share with you the actual documents and testimony, which got him convicted. All this was compelling evidence, but yet it was all circumstantial. What I needed to do was go through it and figure out what really happened. Why would they have rushed to put this man in prison for murder, unless they knew for sure he had done it and what could be the circumstances, which would cause them to deny him due process of law? Something did not make sense, my dad always said you don’t have to see it to know when there’s a skunk around and like my mama used to say, something stinks! I couldn’t wait to get back home to see where this polecat was going to lead me.

I got back home early in the afternoon on Tuesday. I unpacked all my stuff and put my dirty laundry in the washer. I put on the pot of coffee and turned on the stereo to some classical music. I turned it down real low while; I started reading the trial transcript.

Getting started on what I could have never imagined

Before I give you any of the details in the trial transcript, I have to weave you in and out of building a relationship with Gil Downey. Mrs. Eniss and I were going to go to the prison to visit her son on Sunday morning. We were going to leave Saturday around 12:00 noon and get to the motel, sometime Saturday evening. Then we would go to the prison on Sunday morning. It was an 8 hour drive and as long as we were there before midnight we would have a chance to get plenty of rest, before going to the prison the next morning at 10 a.m. We had to drive for 16 hours to be able to see Dick Eniss for one hour. He was in a super max prison somewhere in Virginia, just this side of Tennessee. I stopped reading the transcript, while I was thinking about the time schedule, because I wanted to stay as home as long as possible before having to go back up to Virginia.

Angie’s husband Gil was coming back either Tuesday or Wednesday and I was hoping to have a phone call from him. My thoughts were I was going to rent that house or work out some kind of a deal with Gil and Angie to stay in that house, while I was working on this case, if we could come to some type of mutual agreement. I was having a hard time getting into the transcript that day. I think I was just trying to get acclimated back to being home again. It was starting to get dark outside and I figured I’d be alone for a good part of the evening, so I needed to think about getting something to eat. After eating my dinner, I felt a whole lot better, but I still was not ready to sit down and start reading the transcript of the trial. I had a lot of other documents to go through and transcript would do nothing, but tell me what went on in the court room, I was hoping some of the supporting documents would get me inspired.

I called the hospital and talked to my wife, to let her know I was home. She was happy to hear that and said she would try to get home early, so we could spend some time together. I told her to do what she had to do and if she got home early that would be great, because I was going to bed early tonight and I would see her when she got home. By the time she got home I was already in bed, because I remember her coming over and waking me up, giving me a big hug and kiss and told me she was glad to see me. I ask her did she want to stay up and talk awhile. She told me no, that she was very tired and almost fell asleep twice today at work. I told her we could wait and talk tomorrow maybe she could get off a little bit earlier and we could have dinner. She thought that would be a good idea and got undressed, put her nightgown on and got in bed. The next morning she got up about 6:00 a.m. and left about 6:45 a.m. I got up and had coffee with her and she told me she would call me later on during the day, after she tried to adjust her schedule to get off a little early.

I had decided to go back to bed and sleep in that morning. It was almost 8 a.m. before I got out of bed. I went downstairs and made myself some breakfast. I cleaned up the mess after breakfast and made another pot of coffee. I had a lot of documents to go over and I was going to be spending most of the day reading these documents. I was more in the mood for reading today than I was yesterday, when I really hadn’t slowed down from driving. About 8:30 a.m. the telephone rang, and when I answered it, a man was on the other end of the phone said his name was Gil Downey and that I had met his wife when my brother and I came to his house on a service call, because of his bathtub. I told him I remembered meeting his wife and that she said he was in London, I believe. Gil said that’s right I was in London, now I am home. Gil told me his wife said you might be interested in living in this house out back. I told him I wasn’t sure, but I would like to talk to him about it. We agreed to get together Saturday morning around 9:00 a.m., so we could talk about what he was looking for and what I was looking for. I thanked Gil for calling and told him I would see them Saturday morning. I told Gil that I looked forward to meeting him. Gil said OK, thank you and goodbye. I remember thinking that Angie must be the one in that family with the personality. I was anxious to see Gil on Saturday morning and what Gil and Angie wanted in their gracious offer they had made. I was excited; because everything was coming together, just like it was planned in advance.

I spent the rest of the day going over documents and reading information, which was available about the gruesome murder at John Kerr Dam. I read where the body of a man was found floating, he had been stabbed 126 times and had his throat was cut. I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell my wife about undertaking this obligation, to look into this case and see if this man was set up, the way his mother says he was. I thought I’d best wait until I had more answers, before I told Marilee anything about it and made her worry without having all the facts.

Marilee came home early that night, when I say early it was still almost 8 p.m., before she came home. We decided to go to a little restaurant that wasn‘t far from the house and get dinner. During dinner I told Marilee about meeting Angie Downey, while on a service call with my Samuel. I told her they had are really big farm, almost 127 acres which seemed to be spread over a beautiful rolling hill and it had an extra house on it. I told Marilee the information I had found out from Angie and that I had just talked to Gil, her husband, earlier in the day and how we were planning on getting together Saturday morning. She said so you‘re