Murder In The Heartland Part 16

"That just makes me really mad thinking about it now," said Kayla, reflecting on the situation.

Lisa frequently communicated with other dog breeders online. When Kayla got bored, as she often did, she'd log on to Lisa's account and check her e-mails. "Just to see what she talked about with other people." Kayla knew she was being nosy. "But, as she wasn't honest with me very much, I wanted to find out more about what she told other people."

There were hints. Mary once said, "Your mom 'lost' one of the 'twins.'" Lisa would refer sometimes to a "baby" instead of "babies." Then, one day, Kayla saw "she" instead of "they" in one of Lisa's e-mails.

"But at that point I was feeling even worse about it all, so I didn't know what to believe."

To make matters even more confusing, in 2002, Kayla and one of her sisters found a letter addressed to Kansas State University, written by Lisa. At the time, Kayla was looking for any sign her mother was not the liar some were claiming her to be. She wanted to believe in her mom-celebrate the fact that she was pregnant. She wanted to give her mom the benefit of the doubt.

The letter said "something about the baby"-the child Lisa claimed was stillborn that year-"being donated to Kansas State University for study, but that [the baby] had to be returned in a year."

After reading it, Kayla put it in the bottom of her dresser in back of some socks, underwear, and pajamas.

"n.o.body should have known I had it there, which is why I was so confused when it came up missing later on. Kinda odd to me."

As Kayla woke on Sat.u.r.day morning, the weight of not only losing her friend, but learning that her own mother could be responsible, hit her hard. A guttural cry turned into the numbness of emotional pain, making her entire body weak. Even though it was a Sat.u.r.day, she had to go to school for a half-day of make-up finals.

When she arrived, a friend who had no idea what had happened, but had seen Kayla the previous day showing off photographs and bragging about Abigail, came up to her and casually asked, "So, what are you getting your little sister for Christmas?"

"Nothing," she shot back without explaining.

"Well, that's mean," he said.

Kayla stared at her friend. If you only knew the half of it.

62.

Carl Boman wasn't even out of bed on Sat.u.r.day morning when his mind started racing. The anxiety of what had happened was all-encompa.s.sing. He was trying to a.n.a.lyze everything Lisa had said to him over the past few weeks to see if she had given some sort of sign of what was to come.

Should I have known?

Carl viewed Lisa as an unfit parent, unstable, a bad influence on the kids. In the months leading up to Bobbie Jo's murder, her behavior had gone from strange to outright bizarre. Carl had spent a considerable amount of time the past year working out the details of Lisa's life so he could use her actions against her and get his kids out of her custody. Just five days before she had been arrested, on December 12, Carl had his lawyer, James Campbell, file papers in court seeking legal custody of Ryan and Alicia.

"She was lazy," said Carl. "When she lived with Kevin, my kids did everything around the house: clothes, cleaning, yard work. She watched television, surfed the Internet, and just lounged around all the time. Add to that the lying about being pregnant, and I was tired of her poisoning the minds of my children. It had to stop."

"I do know the children believed their mother," Judy added later, speaking of Lisa's convincing argument that she was pregnant, "and they believed her every time she told them."

Just about everyone outside the immediate family agreed Lisa was emotionally abusive toward the children and constantly filled their heads with so many different versions of the truth they couldn't possibly have any idea what to believe anymore.

Lisa was a thirty-six-year-old mother of four grown children on the day she was arrested. Medically, she'd given up the chances of being a mother again back in 1990, when she was only twenty-two. Did she really think it was possible for her to have another child?

Lisa's cousin in Arizona had eight children, four of them reportedly born after the woman had had her tubes reconnected. But the procedure was expensive and performed only in certain states. Had Lisa somehow raised the money and had the procedure done?

"That would be impossible," said Carl. "Not only because she was penniless, but Lisa had her tubes burned, not tied."

One day, Carl confronted Kevin, who was standing outside his parents' home. Carl asked Kevin for the second or third time since Lisa's arrest, "How could you not know Lisa was never pregnant?"

"Well, she has small babies," replied Kevin. Indeed, all of Lisa and Carl's children were under five pounds. Kayla was under three, born prematurely. Kevin was correct about that.

"Yeah, so...? Your point?" Carl wanted to know.

"She looked pregnant!" insisted Kevin.

"No, she didn't. Listen, Kevin, you can tell that to your parents, everybody you work with, the newspapers, your friends, everybody in Melvern, and even yourself. But you can't tell me that," said Carl. "I had four children with the woman."

How could Lisa convince a town-better yet members of her immediate family-she was pregnant? This seemed to be the question everyone wanted answered as news about what she allegedly had done continued to spread. Some insisted they never believed Lisa's stories about being pregnant. Others said she wore baggy clothes and maternity wear around town. She even had gained some weight over the six months leading up to the murder. One man who knew her well said she had a knack for being able to swallow air and extend her stomach to make it appear as if she were pregnant. One of her sisters, who said she never believed Lisa when she lied about being pregnant, put her hands on Lisa's swollen stomach one day and swore she felt movement.

Fooling her own kids was one thing; manipulating teenagers was not so hard to do, especially when they lived in the same house and Lisa had all the time she needed to work on them. But Kevin-the man who slept next to her every night? How could he not know?

Carl Boman couldn't explain it. Didn't she have a menstrual cycle every month? Didn't he ever put his ear up to her stomach and listen for movement? Didn't he put his hand on her stomach and wait for the child to kick?

The problems Lisa faced near the end of 2004, as her fabricated due date approached, mounted. She had a court date in January that would have, Carl was certain, given him full custody of the two children. Moreover, Ryan and Rebecca were beginning to figure her out, along with several other people in town.

"Ryan especially wanted to move back in with me," said Carl. "That was one of the reasons for the court date that month; he had expressed an opinion of wanting to live with me."

Ryan had always been "the quiet one" of the bunch. Fun and loving, he never had a bad word to say about anyone and generally stayed to himself, content with a video game. He liked Kevin and didn't mind living at the house in Melvern. All the kids had moved around a lot while Lisa and Carl were married. Settling down in Melvern hadn't been all that bad, after all. The kids had new friends. A place to call home. Stepsiblings.

As Carl saw it, Kevin was never the problem-it was Lisa. She seemed to be forever chasing another life: the one she left behind as a child and the one ahead that she was apparently making up as she went along. Her behavior leading up to her arrest became more erratic and unpredictable with each pa.s.sing day and, near the end, began to scare the children.

"Ryan didn't like the situation there," added Carl. "Looking back, his mom was, I believe, worried she was going to be discovered."

63.

In Melvern, on Sat.u.r.day morning, a growing band of television and newspaper reporters and recognizable tabloid television-show hosts were looking for the scoop of the day: an interview with Kevin Montgomery.

In Kansas City, Todd Graves began talking about the next step in the prosecution of Lisa Montgomery. The U.S. Attorney's Office had an unyielding burden of proof to establish. It seemed like a fairly textbook murder prosecution, seeing so much forensic evidence was available and Lisa had, for all intents and purposes, confessed. But when defense attorneys got involved, Graves and his colleagues knew, the fight would truly begin.

Late Friday night, Graves released a formal criminal complaint against Lisa, accompanied by a comprehensive affidavit. For the first time, the gruesome details of Lisa's alleged crimes were made public, fueling the press's impetus to drive the story into Tragedy TV status. The eight-page affidavit, signed by U.S. magistrate judge Sarah Hays, listed names and addresses of people involved: Bobbie Jo and Zeb's neighbor Chris Law, Becky Harper, Dyanne Siktar, along with several others, and explained the actions of the fictional Darlene Fischer and the real Lisa Montgomery during the weeks leading up to Bobbie Jo's murder.

Within hours after the government put the affidavit on its Web site, it spread throughout the Internet.

"This is a heartrending case," Graves said outside the Nodaway County Courthouse in Maryville.

It would be a busy weekend for Todd Graves.

As soon as Lisa was in custody, Graves began working, he said later, "in conjunction with Nodaway County prosecuting attorney David Baird." Then he made a point to say, at least right now, the prosecution, like the initial investigation, was going to be a multifaceted effort. Every single law that applied to the ultimate charges Lisa would face would be followed correctly, with proper procedure. Now was not the time to b.u.t.t heads over which office would prosecute the case. Priority number one was filing the correct paperwork so the case could move forward in a timely manner. Some questions, Graves was quick to add, that the affidavit failed to answer would just have to wait. He wasn't prepared to jeopardize such an emotionally charged and important legal case by giving away details prematurely.

"I've also been in contact with my counterpart in Kansas," Graves explained, "and [the paperwork] has been filed in the United States District Court in Kansas City, Missouri, and that's where it will move forward."

The history behind the interstate kidnapping law and how it was written was not only interesting in itself, but applied to the federal case now building against Lisa Montgomery. The law dated back to the 1930s, when pioneering aviator Charles Lindbergh's newborn son was kidnapped from his estate. The Federal Kidnapping Act, which became known more commonly as "the Lindbergh Law," was initiated by Congress shortly after the Lindbergh kidnapping. Its intention was "...to let federal authorities step in and pursue kidnappers once they had crossed a state border with their victim."

The idea behind the law was to make sure federal law enforcement agencies a.s.sisted in state and local law enforcement investigations when a kidnapping ocurred. Local law enforcement didn't generally have the resources or jurisdiction to pursue kidnappers effectively across state lines. Federal law enforcement officers, such as the FBI and Customs, "have national enforcement authority," Congress noted. Those agencies could actively and expeditiously pursue any suspect at any time in any state. Congress believed the federal investigators could do a more thorough job during kidnapping investigations than state and local authorities, because of the resources they had at their disposal.

"When there's a kidnapping and someone dies as a result," Graves said, continuing to address reporters, "there's federal jurisdiction." Kansas City, where Graves worked, was no stranger to these types of federal crimes. "We have a state line that divides our city," Graves added. "And so, this isn't the first case that crosses the state line we've dealt with."

The official charge against Lisa was a violation of t.i.tle 18, United States Code 1201: kidnapping resulting in death-a fairly straightforward charge, at least from the position of the law.

"And that is a charge that carries a maximum penalty of life in prison without parole, or the possibility of the death penalty in the appropriate case."

The decision to go forward with the death penalty in a case that warranted it was not one Todd Graves could make by himself, or with his colleagues.

Twenty-four hours hadn't yet pa.s.sed since Lisa was arrested, and many were already saying she deserved capital punishment. Bobbie Jo's body hadn't even been released from the morgue, pending forensics and an autopsy, nor had her family had the time to prepare for her funeral; yet scores of people in both counties affected by the crime-and around the world, for that matter-were prepared to convict Lisa without a trial and send her to meet her Maker. "Monster" became a term a.s.sociated with Lisa almost immediately; people weren't interested in her side of the story.

"[The death penalty] is something," Graves continued, but then stopped to collect his thoughts, before adding, "We have elaborate procedures. It's not something that's taken...lightly. And in the Department of Justice, there's a deliberative process, and that decision will be made. But we have a history of cases like this in this area. The case certainly is unusual, but the nature of the charge isn't really anything out of the ordinary for us."

Almost one year prior to the date of Bobbie Jo's murder, a crime eerily parallel in detail and substance took place in Lamar, Oklahoma, about four hundred miles south of Skidmore. Thirty-seven-year-old Effie Goodson found herself facing two first-degree murder charges and a kidnapping accusation in the death of a local woman, twenty-one-year-old Carolyn Simpson, who was six months pregnant at the time she was murdered.

On December 23, 2003, a biting-cold morning, a hunter working his way through the thick brush in a remote Lamar field, about one hundred miles east of Oklahoma City, came upon Carolyn Simpson's mutilated body. Simpson had been shot in the head, her fetus cut from her womb and kidnapped.

Bizarrely enough, in the Simpson case, Goodson chose her victim and put a plan into effect, one could speculate from the evidence left behind, for the sole purpose of tricking the woman weeks and, possibly, even months, before she carried out the crime.

Simpson was last seen a day before her body was found. She had worked at a tribal casino in Okemah, Oklahoma. Effie Goodson was a casino regular and must have, authorities believed, set her sights on Simpson after meeting her one night and realizing she was pregnant. One report claimed the two women were introduced months before by mutual family members and friends.

On the night before a hunter found her body, Goodson and Simpson were reportedly seen leaving the casino together after Simpson's s.h.i.+ft-yet Simpson was never heard from again.

The next day, Effie Goodson showed up at a Holdenville, Oklahoma, hospital with a dead fetus that, the hospital reported, "had reached six months' gestation."

"I'm the mother," Goodson told hospital officials, adding that the baby had died during delivery.

After hospital officials determined with a few basic medical tests that Goodson could not have given birth recently, they became suspicious and called authorities.

Minutes later, Goodson was taken into custody.

What happened prior to the murder of Carolyn Simpson mirrored the details surrounding Lisa Montgomery's life leading up to Bobbie Jo's murder. Goodson had "falsely told several people she was pregnant," law enforcement said, "going back as far as ten months." Goodson's own husband, like Kevin Montgomery, believed his wife was expecting. A baby shower had been thrown in Goodson's honor. Some law enforcement officials even said Goodson "lured Simpson...into a friends.h.i.+p"-similar to what Lisa Montgomery evidently had done to Bobbie Jo-"with...promises of free baby clothes and a crib." Even more striking, Goodson told her husband, allegedly after murdering Simpson and removing her fetus with a knife, she had given birth to the baby alongside a road near their home.

"I think anybody would agree she wanted a baby," one investigator involved in the case commented, strikingly in sync to what Ben Espey had said probably a half-dozen times since Lisa's arrest. "She already had baby items. She was really set up for a baby."

Despite its gruesome similarity, the Goodson case didn't garner a fraction of the publicity now erupting in Melvern as Lisa Montgomery was booked for kidnapping resulting in death.

64.

Sleep was hard to find for Carl Boman. When he finally wrestled his thoughts together, he had one objective in mind: seeing his children.

Because he couldn't get hold of his lawyer, James Campbell, the night before, Carl called him first thing in the morning, hoping he would have some advice regarding what to do next.

Campbell, though, still hadn't returned to his office.

"I'm leaving for Melvern," Carl told Vanessa.

Carl's brother drove from Tulsa, where he lived, to Bartlesville, to pick up Carl. Carl wanted his support and company for the long trip to Melvern. As his brother drove, Carl used his cell phone and called James Campbell again.

"Yeah, Carl? What's happening?"

"I need to have my children here with me," said Carl, "at home, where they belong."

"Well, Carl, I heard about everything last night, and actually tried calling you. I'm on my way back to town now," said Campbell.

Richard Boman, Carl's father, who had been married to Lisa's mother at one time, drove up from Tennessee to meet Carl and his brother as they got closer to Melvern. Richard was well aware of the tenuous situation Carl had been in lately with Lisa and the kids. He knew about the pending child custody court case. The hearing, however, was likely to be postponed now, in antic.i.p.ation of any legal action against Lisa.

"You're going to get the kids," his brother and father told him. "Relax."

James Campbell said he was going to file a temporary custody order as soon as Carl and his brother made it to his office in Burlington, Kansas.

"Let me take care of the paperwork while you're on your way," Campbell offered.

"Thanks, Jim."

Campbell, a burly man in his early forties, was an experienced lawyer in probate matters. He was certain the court would grant Carl temporary custody, based solely on the events over the past twenty-four hours-which had proved, at least on the surface, Lisa wasn't capable of taking care of the children at this point in her life.

"Drop by my office on your way into Melvern," said Campbell.

"Will do."

Carl and his brother had left Bartlesville about 7:30 A.M. By the time they got to Campbell's office two hours later, the paperwork was waiting for Carl to sign.

Campbell's urgent action was comforting to Carl. "This, of course, I appreciated," said Carl, "even though I knew the case was now going to make a name for him in town and would help him immensely. He's been, gosh, whew-James has been great."

By then, Carl's name had become synonymous with the case. Good Morning America, the Montel Williams Show, Larry King Live, and many other major media organizations were calling, asking Carl to appear with his children on air. Carl, at present, was not about to speak to the world about his relations.h.i.+p with Lisa; he wanted to make sure his kids were taken care of and the press left them alone.

The previous night had been a blur to Carl. Vanessa didn't make the trip to Melvern simply because of "all the emotion involved," recalled Carl. It was too much for her. All the time Carl spent on custody issues and dealing with Lisa and her family had impacted his relations.h.i.+p with Vanessa negatively.

After news of what happened broke, friends stopped by Carl and Vanessa's and called to see if they could do anything for the family. Carl appreciated the support. But now, with the severity of the crime itself beginning to settle on him as he made his way from Bartlesville to Melvern, the entire situation had taken on a new dimension. It was, he said, as if he were leading someone else's life, running on pure adrenaline, not thinking about things thoroughly, just trudging along on autopilot.

"It felt like walking through a cloud. I hate to sound cliched, but it was like a dream. That's the only way I can describe it."