![]() ![]() ![]() On the user interface (quest marked for tracking) shows blue flag. Mage Tower 2F - Sealed Soul (2) - shows as completed, as well as the flag on the map where next soul stone should be, however, there is nothing to interact with. Tiny portions of the soil of these woods behind Tequesta Court consist of old motor oil, the rusting out of yesteryear’s beer cans, the bones of birds and rodents and snakes and dogs and boar, the eternal remains of degraded plastics, toy army figures buried by leaf fall where they fell, shotgun shells, the forsaken coils of a moonshine still, millennia of fallen trees, deteriorated palmetto fronds, cicada shells, whole-earths’-worths of earthworm castings.Įnter your email address to subscribe to JaxPsychoGeo and receive notifications of new stories.Date and Time(Please, specify the timezone) : She hoped she never had to serve on a jury again, but wished she could do this one over. ![]() “I felt like going out and shooting myself,” she said. When she went home after the jury delivered its verdict, she felt sick. The unnamed juror said she couldn’t sleep at night. You have got to deal with the facts.” The jury stopped its work twice for meals, twice to have instructions repeated and once to ask for aspirin. Hudson Olliff kept telling female jurors, “Don’t use your feelings. They honeymooned in South Carolina and soon moved to Greenwood, population 21,000, where Janice’s sister lived.įrom The Jacksonville Journal, January 15, 1980 The couple had met at Olivet Nazarene College, a private Christian school in Kankakee, where Janice majored in English and Gary in Music Education. She carried a bouquet of white daisy chrysanthemums. Janice wore a white satin brocade suit, an open-crown pillbox hat and shoulder-length bouffant English illusion veil. On January 22, 1968, Gary Lynn Webster of Kankakee, Illinois married Janice Lucille Gossett of Auburndale, Wisconsin in his parents’ home in Owosso, Michigan, where he’d grown up. Prehistory of a Homicide Or, “Goodbye, Rusty, We Salute You!” Webster told the newspapers he felt “fantastic and elated.” He said he had given his “future to God” and hoped “the jury’s decision” would make Betty’s family’s loss seem “a little more understandable to them.”Ĥ. Could he help it if the story sounded like the plot of a misogynistic slasher film?Ī house across the street from where Gary Lynn Webster killed and dismembered Betty Faye Webster on Tequesta Court Even after she was dead, Gary Lynn Webster was still gaslighting his wife. He’d tried to cover her mouth to keep her from yelling at him, but his hand slipped down to her throat and she died. ![]() Though she came from the tiny community of Hodges, 10 minutes from Greenwood, and would have attended Greenwood High, she never shows up in a Greenwood High School yearbook. If she was a former student, or a Junior Miss Greenwood contestant, nobody said so publicly. The fact of their age difference, that the former teacher had taken a teenage bride, embarrassed him. No longer the gospel choir director, no longer the high school music teacher, the lounge musician had left the judgment of small-town South Carolina behind him. He’d been in the midst of making his life anew, as he’d done before, as he would do again. His folk rock band, The Raintree, was playing regular gigs at the Jacksonville Beach Holiday Inn at 1617 North First Street. Gary and Betty had been married for five months. Perhaps, decades ago, this same stream accepted the butchered pieces of Betty Faye’s hands and feet, absorbed them into its ecosystem. The creek that meanders behind the house chokes with elephant-ear colocasias and half a dozen dumped grocery carts. The woods behind the house grow dense and old in dark green shade, shrouded aggressively in vines. ![]()
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