Early one morning I dropped by the coffee shop, met a few retired friends who like to tell some wild stories, and bring back old memories. Tommy, a retired police officer, told me he had a good yarn.

It seemed a murder had been committed in the early forties. A man in his seventies living in the northwest of town was found choked to death in his trailer house. About a week later one of his neighbors said he had seen a woman leaving his trailer several times, but never actually talked to her. The deceased was buried and the case had gone unsolved for eight years, so the case was closed due to no evidence. One day Tommy was called into the captain's office. Seemed they got a call from the Roswell, New Mexico Sheriff's office.

The sheriff said a woman there had signed a confession to killing a man in Corpus Christi about eight years ago, but seemed to be slightly off-balance upstairs, according to his conversation with her. However, the local law enforcement was invited to go out and get her. The following day Tommy and his partner Sue got the necessary papers and headed to Roswell to pick up a person named Molly.

They arrived early in the morning and had a talk with her before time to see the judge. When they got to the jail, they could hear her from the front door shouting and cursing anybody who got close. When they arrived at her cell she had a few choice words for the jailer.

When the jailer told her the visitors were from Corpus Christi, she became overly friendly and asked for a Camel. Tommy and his partner didn't smoke, but went and bought a couple packages of Camels for Molly. Once Molly got her hands on the Camels, she became their best friend, and began to spill the beans. Molly said that she choked the old fool to death and wished she had done it sooner, smiling all the time. Sue took one look at her and said that Molly was in the wrong place; that she should be mentally institutionalized.

When they went before the judge, he started to explain her rights to her, when Molly told him to "shut up and sign the papers; they bought me a package of Camels when I couldn't get the time of day out of you fools, and, besides, I like these people and want to go with them back to Corpus Christi and pay for my crime."

The old judge smiled and said, "Bye, Molly." In a couple days the three of them arrived in Corpus Christi. A trial date was set for Molly. The old man's body was exhumed. Tommy said he looked almost alive; even his khaki shirt still looked new, his fingernails had grown, and had a fresh-looking growth of beard; yet he had been buried for almost eight years. However, all that could have been caused because he wasn't embalmed. The fingerprints still remained on his throat, but could not be matched with Molly's, which could be attributed to the lapse of time. Later she was tried by a jury and found guilty by reason of insanity and was sent to an institution for the criminally insane.

About two years later Molly dropped by the jail and told Tommy she had been released, but didn't have a place to spend the night. Tommy told her that they could put her up for the night to sleep on a couch in the waiting room. Before she retired for the night, she told a little different story, while puffing on a Camel, of what really happened that night.

Stay tuned next week for part two.