appeared as though Despres and Fremut had been discussing the murder at length within earshot of anybody who happened to be around.
White’s statement, however, added another facet to the investigation, an element that ED-MCS had speculated on earlier: there was obviously some sort of mastermind behind the crime—someone else, who was involved at a higher level, had paid Despres and Fremut to commit the murder. In other words, they were nothing more than hired hands.
As White continued, a pretty good portrait of Buzz’s final hours—hours detectives had been looking to make sense of for about the past ten weeks—began to emerge with lucid accuracy. There were things White knew that only a person involved in the murder could have known. She was stating particulars: times, dates, names.
Answers.
According to White, on the day after Buzz’s murder, she heard Fremut and Despres discussing a trip to Florida. At one point, White said, Despres backed out of the trip.
“I can’t go,” Despres told Fremut, “because I have not received my money yet.”
Apparently, whoever had hired Despres to kill Buzz hadn’t finished paying him.
Later that same night, March 11, White went to Fremut and asked him about the conversation she’d overheard earlier that day.
“Mark went through with it!” Fremut roared. He seemed happy about it.
“With what?”
“Mark called the man he was going to hit and expressed an interest in a tow truck he was selling in order to lure him away,” Fremut explained.
“What?”
“Mark made arrangements to meet the guy, then followed him up onto the connector in Niantic. Once they got on the connector, the guy stopped his car and approached Mark, who had stopped behind him.”
“Yeah…”
“When the guy got out of his car, Mark shot him six times with a thirty-eight!”
White then stated that when Despres saw a set of headlights coming over the crest of the connector, he got back into his car and “drove over the body and fled the scene.”
White insisted Fremut had even encouraged Despres to commit the murder, and helped plan it. And when Despres came back the following day, explaining how he’d gone through with it, Fremut “praised” his efforts.
After taking a break and getting a glass of water, White sat back down and continued.
“There’s more?” Turner asked.
“Plenty.”
Days after the murder, Despres went to Fremut and told him he was having trouble sleeping.
Fremut, perhaps more heartless than Despres, couldn’t understand why—especially since Despres, White said, had cut up the gun he used in the murder, buried it and sold the car he’d driven that night.
Then came perhaps one of the most unbelievable aspects of the murder thus far. According to White, Despres had brought along his fifteen-year-old son, Chris, when he killed Buzz.
In January 1994, about ten weeks before Buzz’s murder, Chris Despres moved in with his dad. Chris was a scrawny kid, with long, hippie-style hair. Living with his mother, Diana Trevethan, in Newington, Connecticut, just south of Hartford, Chris had been having the same problems at home every teenager faced at some point in his or her life. Trevethan was working for the phone company at the time and had remarried. Ever since her split from Despres, life seemed to be going well for Trevethan.
Chris, however, didn’t quite see it that way.
“Mark Despres, when he and Diana were married, wasn’t very settled,” a former family friend later recalled. “There was infidelity on Mark’s part. Diana is a great person…the sweetest person in the world. She would do anything for anyone. She got married to Mark and became pregnant when she was young. She knew she needed to provide for Chris. She managed to scrape up enough money to buy a house, worked full-time, and raised Chris while Mark was out and about, not working, racing cars and hustling. As much as she loved Mark, she did the best thing for Chris and let go.”
When
White’s statement, however, added another facet to the investigation, an element that ED-MCS had speculated on earlier: there was obviously some sort of mastermind behind the crime—someone else, who was involved at a higher level, had paid Despres and Fremut to commit the murder. In other words, they were nothing more than hired hands.
As White continued, a pretty good portrait of Buzz’s final hours—hours detectives had been looking to make sense of for about the past ten weeks—began to emerge with lucid accuracy. There were things White knew that only a person involved in the murder could have known. She was stating particulars: times, dates, names.
Answers.
According to White, on the day after Buzz’s murder, she heard Fremut and Despres discussing a trip to Florida. At one point, White said, Despres backed out of the trip.
“I can’t go,” Despres told Fremut, “because I have not received my money yet.”
Apparently, whoever had hired Despres to kill Buzz hadn’t finished paying him.
Later that same night, March 11, White went to Fremut and asked him about the conversation she’d overheard earlier that day.
“Mark went through with it!” Fremut roared. He seemed happy about it.
“With what?”
“Mark called the man he was going to hit and expressed an interest in a tow truck he was selling in order to lure him away,” Fremut explained.
“What?”
“Mark made arrangements to meet the guy, then followed him up onto the connector in Niantic. Once they got on the connector, the guy stopped his car and approached Mark, who had stopped behind him.”
“Yeah…”
“When the guy got out of his car, Mark shot him six times with a thirty-eight!”
White then stated that when Despres saw a set of headlights coming over the crest of the connector, he got back into his car and “drove over the body and fled the scene.”
White insisted Fremut had even encouraged Despres to commit the murder, and helped plan it. And when Despres came back the following day, explaining how he’d gone through with it, Fremut “praised” his efforts.
After taking a break and getting a glass of water, White sat back down and continued.
“There’s more?” Turner asked.
“Plenty.”
Days after the murder, Despres went to Fremut and told him he was having trouble sleeping.
Fremut, perhaps more heartless than Despres, couldn’t understand why—especially since Despres, White said, had cut up the gun he used in the murder, buried it and sold the car he’d driven that night.
Then came perhaps one of the most unbelievable aspects of the murder thus far. According to White, Despres had brought along his fifteen-year-old son, Chris, when he killed Buzz.
In January 1994, about ten weeks before Buzz’s murder, Chris Despres moved in with his dad. Chris was a scrawny kid, with long, hippie-style hair. Living with his mother, Diana Trevethan, in Newington, Connecticut, just south of Hartford, Chris had been having the same problems at home every teenager faced at some point in his or her life. Trevethan was working for the phone company at the time and had remarried. Ever since her split from Despres, life seemed to be going well for Trevethan.
Chris, however, didn’t quite see it that way.
“Mark Despres, when he and Diana were married, wasn’t very settled,” a former family friend later recalled. “There was infidelity on Mark’s part. Diana is a great person…the sweetest person in the world. She would do anything for anyone. She got married to Mark and became pregnant when she was young. She knew she needed to provide for Chris. She managed to scrape up enough money to buy a house, worked full-time, and raised Chris while Mark was out and about, not working, racing cars and hustling. As much as she loved Mark, she did the best thing for Chris and let go.”
When
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