wanted her to like and trust me so Lisa would, too. People won’t tell you anything if they don’t like you.”
How did Horton figure out Lisa knew more than she was saying?
“Gary trusted her enough for him to go there in the first place with Tim. Why wouldn’t he trust her with more intimate knowledge? We were beginning to make a circumstantial case against Gary regarding Tim, even though we had no body. Lisa, as far as we could tell, was one of the last locals not only to see and talk to Gary, but she was sleeping with him and living in between Dunkin’ Donuts and the Spare Room Two. Because of what we saw as pillow talk, not to mention the logistics, we felt she had to know more.”
And she certainly did.
After Evans washed himself off and returned to Lisa’s apartment on Saturday, she said, he sat down on her couch with a bag of chocolate-chip cookies and a glass of milk. As he snacked, she asked him how long he was going to be around.
“I have a lot of things to do,” Evans responded.
A moment later, after finishing his cookies, he left.
At about 10:30 that same night, he called.
“I can’t stay at my apartment,” he said in a whisper, as if someone were listening in on the call. “I feel like I am going to be ambushed any moment. Can I come back and stay there?”
Lisa not only said yes, but encouraged it.
When Evans returned, he had a box of Freihofer’s chocolate-chip cookies—his favorite brand—and a gallon of milk.
“He was clean when he came back; he looked like himself,” Lisa explained. “He apologized for having to leave so abruptly earlier that night, and said he was sorry for being in trouble. He wanted to relax. So we watched a movie. True Romance .”
The next morning, she got up early, about 4:30, and made coffee. Evans, waking up to the smell of the brewing coffee, ran out of her bedroom and yelled at her for stinking the place up. Then he poured the pot of coffee down the drain and sat down on the couch.
Minutes later, after getting dressed, he ran down to T.J. Maxx. On his way out the door, he said, “I have to make a call.” When he returned ten minutes later, he seemed fine, more relaxed.
But fifteen minutes after that, he got up and went back to T.J. Maxx to make what he said was “a second call.” When he returned this time, however, he was “pale, panicked…and visibly shaken. The conversation had gotten him very upset.”
“They’re already looking for my partner,” Evans said, pacing back and forth in Lisa’s living room. “I’ve got to go do something.” It is almost certain to assume that the calls Evans made were to Caroline Parker.
An hour later, he returned with a duffel bag and a bag of dirty clothes. His shoes and pants were filthy, Lisa said. “There was dirt and mud in his shoes and on his pants.”
Evans then gave Lisa two cell phones and told her to throw them in the Dumpster when he was gone. Then he said he wanted her to drive his truck—“with gloves on”—to a local VFW bar around the corner, leave it and take a cab home.
Before walking out the door, he handed her $300 in twenties. “That’s pocket money for you,” he said. “I love you. I’ll keep in touch with you as much as I can for the next few days. I’m gone for good now.” Hesitating, his voice cracked. “You won’t see me for a few years.”
Taking off down the steps that led up to Lisa’s apartment, walking toward Tim’s blue Pontiac Sunbird, Evans turned and yelled out for Lisa to come to the balcony.
“Throw me some spray cleaner,” he said.
With that, he got into Tim’s Sunbird with the spray cleaner and a roll of paper towels and drove off.
Throughout the month of December 1997 and into January 1998, the Bureau followed up on whichever lead it could regarding all the new information Lisa had provided. To no one’s surprise, much of what Lisa had said turned out to be 100 percent true.
The one thing that bothered Horton most, despite all
How did Horton figure out Lisa knew more than she was saying?
“Gary trusted her enough for him to go there in the first place with Tim. Why wouldn’t he trust her with more intimate knowledge? We were beginning to make a circumstantial case against Gary regarding Tim, even though we had no body. Lisa, as far as we could tell, was one of the last locals not only to see and talk to Gary, but she was sleeping with him and living in between Dunkin’ Donuts and the Spare Room Two. Because of what we saw as pillow talk, not to mention the logistics, we felt she had to know more.”
And she certainly did.
After Evans washed himself off and returned to Lisa’s apartment on Saturday, she said, he sat down on her couch with a bag of chocolate-chip cookies and a glass of milk. As he snacked, she asked him how long he was going to be around.
“I have a lot of things to do,” Evans responded.
A moment later, after finishing his cookies, he left.
At about 10:30 that same night, he called.
“I can’t stay at my apartment,” he said in a whisper, as if someone were listening in on the call. “I feel like I am going to be ambushed any moment. Can I come back and stay there?”
Lisa not only said yes, but encouraged it.
When Evans returned, he had a box of Freihofer’s chocolate-chip cookies—his favorite brand—and a gallon of milk.
“He was clean when he came back; he looked like himself,” Lisa explained. “He apologized for having to leave so abruptly earlier that night, and said he was sorry for being in trouble. He wanted to relax. So we watched a movie. True Romance .”
The next morning, she got up early, about 4:30, and made coffee. Evans, waking up to the smell of the brewing coffee, ran out of her bedroom and yelled at her for stinking the place up. Then he poured the pot of coffee down the drain and sat down on the couch.
Minutes later, after getting dressed, he ran down to T.J. Maxx. On his way out the door, he said, “I have to make a call.” When he returned ten minutes later, he seemed fine, more relaxed.
But fifteen minutes after that, he got up and went back to T.J. Maxx to make what he said was “a second call.” When he returned this time, however, he was “pale, panicked…and visibly shaken. The conversation had gotten him very upset.”
“They’re already looking for my partner,” Evans said, pacing back and forth in Lisa’s living room. “I’ve got to go do something.” It is almost certain to assume that the calls Evans made were to Caroline Parker.
An hour later, he returned with a duffel bag and a bag of dirty clothes. His shoes and pants were filthy, Lisa said. “There was dirt and mud in his shoes and on his pants.”
Evans then gave Lisa two cell phones and told her to throw them in the Dumpster when he was gone. Then he said he wanted her to drive his truck—“with gloves on”—to a local VFW bar around the corner, leave it and take a cab home.
Before walking out the door, he handed her $300 in twenties. “That’s pocket money for you,” he said. “I love you. I’ll keep in touch with you as much as I can for the next few days. I’m gone for good now.” Hesitating, his voice cracked. “You won’t see me for a few years.”
Taking off down the steps that led up to Lisa’s apartment, walking toward Tim’s blue Pontiac Sunbird, Evans turned and yelled out for Lisa to come to the balcony.
“Throw me some spray cleaner,” he said.
With that, he got into Tim’s Sunbird with the spray cleaner and a roll of paper towels and drove off.
Throughout the month of December 1997 and into January 1998, the Bureau followed up on whichever lead it could regarding all the new information Lisa had provided. To no one’s surprise, much of what Lisa had said turned out to be 100 percent true.
The one thing that bothered Horton most, despite all
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