Table Of ContentTo My Wife, Gail
Table of Contents
Title Page
PART ONE - Virginia Beach
PROLOGUE
ONE - The Suitcases
TWO - Breakthrough
THREE - The Sketch
PART TWO - A Marriage Made in Hell
FOUR - Lolita
FIVE - Bill McGuire
SIX - Serving His Country
SEVEN - A Perfect Match
EIGHT - Melanie Slate, RN
NINE - Reproductive Medicine Associates
TEN - “From This Moment On”
ELEVEN - Dr. Bradley Miller
TWELVE - A Double Life
THIRTEEN - The Mother Whisperer
FOURTEEN - A Dream House
FIFTEEN - “You Think You Have Problems?”
SIXTEEN - “How to Commit Murder”
SEVENTEEN - The Gun
EIGHTEEN - The Closing
NINETEEN - A Celebratory Toast
TWENTY - The Perfect Murder
TWENTY-ONE - The Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel
TWENTY-TWO - “It Smelled Like a Morgue”
TWENTY-THREE - Moving Day
TWENTY-FOUR - Detective Pickell
TWENTY-FIVE - Prime Suspect
TWENTY-SIX - A Jurisdictional Problem
TWENTY-SEVEN - “I’m a Single Mother”
TWENTY-EIGHT - Moving On
PART THREE - The Investigation
TWENTY-NINE - “Who Killed the Man in the Suitcases?”
THIRTY - A Covert Operation
THIRTY-ONE - “Another Bill McGuire Special”
THIRTY-TWO - Into the Open
THIRTY-THREE - “Could I Have Killed Him?”
THIRTY-FOUR - “On My Kids’ Lives”
THIRTY-FIVE - The Arrest
THIRTY-SIX - “Whores Don’t Deserve to Live”
THIRTY-SEVEN - Red Herrings
PART FOUR - The Trial
THIRTY-EIGHT - Joe Tacopina
THIRTY-NINE - “Melanie Is Not Capable of Such Evil”
FORTY - “The Game Is Over”
FORTY-ONE - State of New Jersey v. Melanie Mcguire
FORTY-TWO - “A Power User”
FORTY-THREE - Dr. Brad Miller Testifies
FORTY-FOUR - “Absolutely Mortified”
FORTY-FIVE - The Defense
FORTY-SIX - “They Tape to Kill”
FORTY-SEVEN - Verdict
FORTY-EIGHT - Who Is the Real Melanie McGuire?
Epilogue
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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PART ONE
Virginia Beach
PROLOGUE
Wednesday, May 5, 2004
It was a welcome day off for Chris Henkle, who had a long-standing
arrangement to go fishing with his friend Dee Connors. Early May is the start of
the spring trophy fishing season in the Chesapeake Bay, with rock fish, striped
bass and perch, and the burly Virginia Beach fireman rose at the crack of dawn.
At 5:45 a.m. he arrived at Connors’ house, finding him already waiting
outside with his young son Sam and daughter Claire, excited to be going on their
first fishing trip. After loading Connors’ twenty-one-foot fishing boat on a
trailer, they made the short drive to the City Marina by Vista Circle.
But as they launched the small boat into the choppy waters, it started raining.
“It wasn’t as nice as we hoped for,” remembered Henkle. “The seas were
kicking up a little bit, the wind was blowing and it was kinda chilly.”
Around 7:30 a.m., Henkle took the wheel, heading out towards the 17.6-mile
Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, linking Virginia Beach to the Eastern Shore of
Virginia—the Chesapeake Bay on one side and the Atlantic Ocean on the other.
Acclaimed as one of the seven engineering wonders of the modern world, the
Bridge-Tunnel is composed of twelve miles of elevated roadway, two bridges,
two mile-long tunnels and four artificial islands. It shaves 95 miles off the
journey north from Virginia Beach to Delaware and beyond.
As the busy rush hour traffic hummed 75 feet above, Henkle followed the
Bridge-Tunnel on the Chesapeake Bay side. By now it was raining hard and
rough-going, as they passed the first island, where the bridge dramatically
plunges into a mile-long tunnel, connecting to the next bridge at Island 2.
Eventually the wind dropped and the waters became calmer, as they sailed
past Islands 3 and 4 to Fisherman Island, a private wildlife refuge at the tip of
the Eastern Shore.
“We dropped anchor,” remembered Henkle. “Fishing wasn’t real good that
day, but we caught a couple of little mud sharks, some little spot and flounder.
The kids were having a blast.”
By 10:00 a.m. the rain had stopped and it was warming up, so they turned
back towards the four artificial islands, where the fishing was good.
As they passed Island 4, the two men were talking at the back of the boat,
while 12-year-old Sam and his little sister played up front.
“Hey,” said Connors suddenly. “You just passed a suitcase floating in the
water. Turn around. Let’s check it out.”
So Henkle cut off the engine and turned around, where a medium-sized dark
green suitcase was gently bobbing in the water. As he pulled alongside it,
Connors and his son grabbed the expandable handle to pull it aboard. But it was
too heavy.
Then Henkle came over and together they finally hauled it onboard.
“It’s pirates’ treasure,” screamed Sam excitedly, unzipping the unlocked
suitcase, which opened easily. Then the little boy folded back the soft cover to
discover its contents, securely wrapped in thick black plastic trash bags.
“I was nervous and looking around,” said Henkle. “Did we pick up something
we shouldn’t have? Is whoever dropped it still here to make sure it sunk?”
But before Henkle could tell him to zip it back up, Sam ripped open the
soaking plastic bags, revealing two pale hairy legs, severed from the knees
down.
The little boy screamed, recoiling in horror as Henkle pulled him to the side of
the boat. For several minutes they all just stared at the human legs without
saying a word, as the terrible realization of what they had found dawned on
them.
“I knew it was foul play,” said Henkle. “Then I really started looking over my
shoulder. Those legs looked very, very fresh. They didn’t have an odor.”
After closing the bag, he nervously dialed 911 on his cell phone. Although
they were far closer to the Eastern Shore, the Virginia Beach police dispatcher
answered.
“She thought I was kidding,” he said. “I said, ‘No. No. No. I need someone to
come here and pick this thing up.’”
The dispatcher told him to go to Island 4, where the Bridge-Tunnel police
would meet him.
Blood was leaking out of the suitcase, so the two men placed it at the back of
the boat. Then they headed towards Island 4.
When, after half an hour of circling it, there was still no sign of police, Henkle
dialed 911 again. The dispatcher apologized for the delay, telling them to
proceed to Island 2, promising that a police boat was already on its way.
When the same thing happened at Island 2, Henkle became angry.
“It was more than an hour after we had found the case,” he remembered, “and
I’m really not happy. The boy was traumatized. I told him, ‘There’s no reason to
get upset and nothing in there is going to hurt you. It’s something really bad, and
you don’t need to worry about it.’”
Finally, Henkle dialed 911 a third time, announcing that they were returning
to the Virginia Beach marina.
“There was starting to be a mess,” said Henkle. “The deck of the boat had
turned pink. Blood was seeping out and I was worried.”
It was around noon, about two hours after they had found the suitcase, as they
approached the Lesner Bridge, that a Virginia Beach Special Operations Marine
Patrol police boat came alongside. Then Henkle and Connors picked up the
suitcase and threw it onto the police boat, telling the two officers to look inside.
Description:One by one, three waterlogged suitcases were pulled from the Chesapeake Bay. In each were body parts of a man. In a forensics room, the truth was discovered: William McGuire had been horribly murdered and dismembered.William and his loving wife, a registered nurse named Melanie, had just closed on t
