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February 21, 2013

Ted’s admission of guilt

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“Ted, when I was at Vic’s yesterday, I saw a file of statements from people who claimed to have seen Kimberly Leach sometime after she’d disappeared from school.”

Ted said nothing, but grew still. He could see where this was headed.

Ted volunteered nothing. This was the first time I was talking to him as the perpetrator of the crimes, not just as a trial participant, but I still didn’t dare be direct.

“Ted,” I finally asked, after thinking of exactly how to word this, “is there any possibility these reports could have been true?”

Continuing to stare at me, Ted waited another moment more, then shook his head. That was his first direct admission of guilt.

My heart sank with disappointment.

Nelson, Polly. Defending the Devil: My Story as Ted Bundy’s Last Lawyer. 1st ed. New York: W. Morrow, 1994. Print.

February 18, 2013

1978 Kimberly Leach

NAME Kimberly Leach
AGE 12
DATE OF DISAPPEARANCE February 9, 1978
LOCATION OF DISAPPEARANCE Lake City Junior High School; Lake City, Florida
DATE BODY WAS FOUND April 7, 1978
BODY AND DEATH Witnesses saw Ted Bundy leading a visibly upset Kimberly Leach to a white van. Witnesses assumed he was a father taking his pre-teen daughter out of school. She was found on her stomach, naked from the neck down. Her shirt had been pulled up and around her neck. The rest of her clothes were found in a pile not far from the body. While he was raping her from behind, he slit her throat from ear to ear. She died during intercourse. He left her body in an abandoned hog pen near Suwannee River State Park.

WHAT THE COURT FOUND
kimberly leach autopsy

February 18, 2013

I LIKE YOU SO MUCH I COULD EAT YOU, Ted Bundy poem

http://ilikeyousomuchicouldeatyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/ted-bundy.html

Ted Bundy

I.

Before sweat gripped crowbars, three strands
of blonde, the boat imagined, or plaster
of Paris,

Stephanie, the first to touch Ted’s wrist, skin
purple with vein, stops courting.

II.

Now teeth pocketed skin, blood
in the carpet grain. Brain, too–
red and yawning.

I feel like a
vampire, Ted says.

III.

The picture shows a raised palm, the start
of a smile. Now even the attractive
fail–how unnerving

to look at Ted and think
lust.

IV.

A chair.
A crowd cheers when the hearse and Ted pass.
And fireworks,

lighter fluid, a barbeque pit, somewhere a first kiss,
fruit sticky fresh, children circling in play.