I can't stop thinking about that Saturday night. None of it is literal, just my imagination running away with this atrocious crime because I still cannot fathom who these people think they are.
On Saturday morning, this miscreant 5 had gathered up their equipment, donned their murder garb and set out on their kill mission, each according to their assigned role. In short order, they intercepted the blue Kia, kidnapped VB and JK, apparently with much violence and bloodshed, then confined them in another vehicle and transported them, along with - or perhaps inside of - a chest freezer, to a large and deep pre-dug hole on rented pasture land 8 miles away.
Once there, the miscreant 5 first stripped out of their murder garb and tossed it and most of the assorted tools, implements and accessories of mayhem, torture and murder into the hole.
(I mean, were they all standing around the edge in their underwear, or was that handy stock trailer not only hiding the chest freezer but also acting as a changing room?)
The kill mission then wrapped up with the chest freezer, now a coffin, being pushed, pulled, dumped or leveraged into the hole. Backfilling was completed and hay was scattered loosely over the fresh soil.
All in a day's work. Not even a day. Planned for weeks, accomplished in hours.
How do you go on with your day? How did that Saturday end?
I see them sitting around in the same space that night, bluffing it up, preaching the moral high ground, swelling with righteousness, assuring each other. Reliving the big plays, talking could've, would've, should've. Didn't go quite as planned, but still knocked it out of the park. Plus we buried all the evidence, too. Powerful BS, that.
Were Veronica's children sound asleep in another room?
The only truth is those horrifying things they'll never be able to unsee, unhear or undo. There is no other truth. JMO.
I don't know what I'm trying to say. It's so hard to accept that people like this exist. I wish they didn't.
