Wednesday, July 19, 2017

BODY PARTS AND PLASTIC BAGS


NORMAN  V.  KELLY


The couple lived together in a small apartment over on 401 Hayward, just off Madison Avenue not far from Woodruff High School. They had a rather stormy relationship resulting in some loud arguments. Apparently the lady had had enough, winning the final argument with a handgun making the final decision. The man was hit in the heart and head, and died there on the bedroom floor.

 
Every murder poses a lot of questions for the killer, the major one being what to do with the body? A lot of killers simply move the body from the murder scene, travel a few miles, dump the body and hope they are never connected with the killing. Many of these murders go unsolved. As for the lady there in the Hayward Apartment she decided to do something a bit more imaginative. She busied herself with the grisly task of cutting off the man’s legs. She then got her hands on several green plastic bags, which she used to stuff the remains into. Now, what to do with the body parts?

 

                                       A  GHASTLY  FIND

 

It was the evening of May l9, 1983, when the two young men rode their bikes on a long trek in Tazewell and Woodford Counties. As they rode up to a bridge over Funk’s Run Creek, the lead rider motioned for his friend to pull over and stop. The old bridge had been closed for quite sometime, and only that afternoon workers had prepared to reopen it. The boys pulled out their water bottles and leaned their bikes on the bridge. They stretched and talked about the bike ride. The taller boy sniffed at the air. Commenting about the smell to his pal they walked over to the side of the road and looked down.

 

They were not exactly sure of what they were looking at until they got a lot closer. What they found stopped their hearts. A moment later they were racing off to tell the police what they had seen sticking out of one of those bags. The news spread like a flash flood. It was close to eight that evening as the first police car drove up to the bridge. The officer reported his exact location.

                    “I’m two miles north of Route 116 right here

                      at Funk’s Run Creek. No doubt it’s ours here

                      in Woodford County, Upper Spring Bay Road.

                      It’s real rural out here so we’ll need some lights.”

 

Before very many minutes other police cars began gathering from the state,

county, and  the Spring Bay Fire Department. One of the trucks pulled into position bathing the green bags in an eerie, penetrating light. Officers were told to scan the area as far as four hundred yards looking for anything that remotely resembled a clue.

 

Sheriff Quentin Durst pulled up to the scene and stood carefully examining the area.

                “It’s a murder no doubt, but it doesn’t look

                  like the killing was done here. No, the body

                  was dumped here.”

 

The sheriff then contacted the surrounding towns to report his find. He called the State of Illinois and asked for the services of Robert DuBois,

the crime scene investigator. The press, the TV media and everyone with any excuse to be there flocked to the scene. The road was blocked, police cars with flashing lights sealed the area, and the investigators got to work.

 

Well into the night they worked. The coroner came and did his preliminary investigation of the body. Once the body was taken away the areas under the bags were searched, and dozens of soil samples were taken, as well as photographs at every angle were completed. The next morning Durst sent a man back to the scene to make sure they didn’t miss anything. Finally the road was reopened and the job of identification was soon underway. It took very little time to discover who the body was in the green garbage bags. Sheriff Durst, from Woodford County made the call to the chief over in Peoria, Illinois.

 

                  “The dead man’s Jeffrey J. Williams, age 26,

                    and his listed address is 401 Hayward over

                    there in Peoria. No doubt the body was dumped

                    over here, Chief. I think you got yourself a murder,

                    but I’ll wait to hear from you once you check out

                    his address.”

 

Once the case was assigned to detectives here in Peoria, Illinois, the

connection with the man’s girlfriend was quickly made. The police swarmed

over the apartment at 40l Hayward armed with search warrants. What they found left little doubt in their mind that the man in the garbage bags was killed right there in his apartment.

 

                               SOME  PARTS  ARE  MISSING

 

Once the body of Jeffrey Williams was taken to a funeral home

another horrible discovery was made. The man’s legs were missing!

The murder now took on a bizarre twist, and the publicity spread making

It a hot topic not only here in Peoria, Illinois but several newspapers picked it off the wire and ran with it as well.

 

The police now had in their possession blood-soaked towels, the murder weapon, bloodstained samples and numerous other pieces of evidence. They were convinced that Jeff Williams was not only shot in his apartment he was ‘butchered there as well.’ Thirty hours after the body of Williams was found in garbage bags, the police had taken into custody the lady that had shared the apartment with him. Once the crime scene was established and thoroughly analyzed the police went out looking for more evidence. Surely someone in the neighborhood had heard the shots being fired, or knew of the relationship of these two people.

 

                            CONCEALING  A  HOMICIDE

 

I often laugh when I read that a suspected killer has been charged with concealing a homicide. If you are a killer what should you do run out and tell everyone you killed someone? Of course not, you conceal the entire matter, especially the homicide part. However, this charge will get you in jail quickly and that is precisely what the police wanted to do. Once they charged the lady with concealing a homicide the state’s attorney then scheduled an arraignment, which led to another round of media frenzy.

 

The setting was the Peoria County Courthouse, May 26, 1983, another one of those wonderful spring days that draw you to the river’s edge, not a damn courthouse. James Hafele would represent the lady accused of such ghastly acts of murder and dismembering the body of Jeffrey J.Williams, her live-in boyfriend. Associate Judge Joe B. McDade would hear the matter and as

the courtroom quieted down the judge took his seat behind the bench, and the matter was called for hearing.

 

For the first time the curious spectators would get a look at the lady that they had been reading about. Each person certainly had within their own mind an image of what this alleged killer would look like, it would be my guess that none of them was right. A pretty young lady walked in with her attorney and took her seat there at the defendant’s table. She wore the jumpsuit of the county jail, her hair was long and she seemed so small. The formal preliminary charges were concealing a homicide, obstructing justice and theft. The criminal information filed in Circuit Court revealed that the woman allegedly had “concealed the death by concealing the body, and attempting to obstruct prosecution by concealing the physical evidence of the crime.”

 

So who was this woman that all the cameras were aimed at and the reporters sought to question? Her name was Roberta M. McCumber, a twenty-two-year-old lady that worked over at Saint Francis Hospital. It was there on Tuesday evening that the police walked in and consulted with Security. They soon had the woman in custody, in handcuffs, and on the way to the Peoria County Jail. She was a divorced woman with a three-year-old daughter.

 

Police asked for the keys to her automobile and had it towed to the police garage where it was gone over with a fine-tooth-comb. They found stains, bloodstains and from the trunk they detected a very strong odor. With some trepidation the investigators slowly opened the trunk half expecting to be greeted by some ghastly sight, but they found nothing. The smell was very strong and the officers were certainly convinced that a body, or ‘something dead’ had been in the trunk, and not very long ago.

 

Eagerly the officers bagged the handgun they found in the car and immediately began to trace it. They found that the gun had been reported stolen by a Mr. D. Jack. Later the police, through the crime lab, would identify this weapon as the one that fired the two slugs that the medical examiner had extracted from the torso of Jeffrey Williams. The lab was working on all of the blood samples, rags, hairs, stains and water samples the forensic investigators had taken from McCumber’s apartment and car. It was a very impressive array of evidence indeed.

 

At the arraignment Attorney Hafele argued for a bond low enough for his client to be able to raise. The defendant had a daughter and he argued that she certainly was not a flight risk. The Assistant State’s Attorney, Stephen Patelli, argued, “we have talked to two witnesses, those being children in

the neighborhood, who helped (McCumber) put large garbage bags with

a foul smell into the trunk of her car.” He reminded the court that the victim was shot at least twice and that the legs were severed and hidden away. The

Idea was to impress the court of the severity of the crime and asked that the bond be set at least $100,000.00. Judge McDade listened and then set the bond at $50,000.00. This of course meant that McCumber would have to come up with 10%, which she was able to do. That afternoon she was free

and walked out of the jail and headed home.

 

                      SO  WHERE  IS  THE  MURDER  CHARGE?

 

For court observers and people interested in all the ado over this case

the question was “so why didn’t they charge her with murder?” Well, the SA’s office as usual, had a plan. By charging Roberta with the crimes

they did at the arraignment they were certain of one thing, Roberta was under bond, and hopefully was not going anywhere. This ploy also gave the fine offices of the SA more time to cement their case against her. Crime labs

are busy places and sometimes it takes a month or more to get results.

Also there was that little problem of finding the legs of Jeffrey Williams.

 

The police already knew that the young boys the SA mentioned in the arraignment had helped McCumber put something long and smelly inside her trunk. That’s what the boys told police and they believed them. The smell from the trunk told them that, or was that smell from her transporting the torso out to Upper Spring Bay Road? They also had the blood in the apartment to consider and certainly the smell there as well. Where were Jeffrey William’s severed legs?

 

Once detectives put the story from the boys together they decided that the killer must have dismembered the body in the apartment. The legs were then severed and the body parts put in several garbage bags. The killer then put the torso in the trunk and drove out to Woodford County to dump it. The killer for some reason did not take the legs out to Woodford County.Why? Could it have been because there simply was not enough room in the trunk? Maybe the killer did not want to spoil the interior of the car? If that were true then the killer must have done exactly what the boys had said. Yes, she put the legs in garbage bags and then tossed them in a dumpster. The boys said that they had helped her put them in the car’s trunk. So, what does that mean?  Did it mean that she then took them to another area to dump? When the truth did come out the legs were indeed put in the trunk, but they were taken to a dumpster over in another neighborhood and tossed in those dumpsters. The killer was looking for an earlier garbage pick-up so they were taken elsewhere.

                   THE  SEARCH  FOR  THE  MISSING  LEGS

 

Are you folks old enough to remember this slogan? “Tell It To The Marines?” Well, the Peoria Police Department did just exactly that. The

detectives were certain that what their suspect did was take the legs over to her parent’s dumpsters because the garbage pickup was a couple of days earlier than hers. The legs were then transported out to the City/County Landfill and buried. In fact they talked to the garbage man and he remembered picking up something “long and smelly in green garbage bags”. The man thought that what he had thrown into his truck was a dead dog. So, there it was all they had to do was go out there and find them. There was a problem…each night the day’s garbage is covered with tons of earth. All the police had to do was spend a large sum of money renting tractors and other equipment to do the job. Instead they called Charlie Company of the local Marine Reserves stationed out on Plank Road. They were needed and as always they responded.    

                 

                          THE  SCENE  AT  THE  LOCAL  DUMP

 

It was Wednesday out at the dump. The birds were singing, the breeze

was mild, a nice May day. The Marines, six strong from Charlie Company had landed and they brought a tractor and an end-loader with them. They were greeted by a few police officers and then they got to work. Their job was to get the newly dumped dirt off the garbage so the officers could look for the bags stuffed with the dead man’s legs. Before the search was over as many as seventeen officers would be out there at the dump. Nice work if you can get it. Once the Marines finished their job the officers began the job of looking in garbage bags. I doubt they mentioned this type activity in the recruiting brochures they hand out to potential recruits but it was part of the job.

 

Wednesday through some of Friday they diligently searched, turning up everything imaginable but the severed legs of Jeffrey William. A tipster called in about a particular item that he knew was out there. The officers found that item giving them the clue that they were in the right section of the dump. However, they finally gave up. Peoria’s finest had a lot more to do than look through a damn dump. The SA’s office told the press that finding the legs was not essential to the prosecution of Roberta McCumber so they ceased looking.

 

                              THE  LULL  BEFORE  THE  TRIAL

 

The appetite for exciting news is insatiable as far as the public is concerned. Once the bizarre details of the murder of Jeffrey Williams were known the interest died down. The legs had not been found and it looked like they never would be. If McCumber were indeed the killer she could tell the police nothing more than what they already knew. The legs were in the dump and that is where they would have to stay

 

A few things came out about the victim. He was a musician of sorts and lived at one time with McCumber over at 609 Tracy here in Peoria, Illinois.

He was twenty-six and did have a minor police record which the press was glad to supply to its readers. In 1978 Williams spent a year in Vandalia for possession of marijuana. His arrest in 1975 was not brought to trial. His sentence in 1976 for breaking into the Chart House was four months on a work-release. Over in Woodford County, when he lived in Washington, Illinois, he was convicted of possession of Marijuana.

 

The couple moved over to Apartment A  at 401 Hayward, and they were living there at the time of the murder. Roberta was a unit clerk at Saint Francis Hospital and had no previous run-ins with the law. She was well liked and did her job well. The couple certainly had their arguments, but friends were shocked when the news came about the murder and subsequent dismembering. So, the initial shock was over. A new round of press, media and excitement would start up once the trial was scheduled to start. It would be a hot ticket indeed in Peoria, and there were a lot of people eager to be among the spectators.

 

                               IT  WON’T  PLAY  IN  PEORIA

 

The final indictments were filed and the murder charge against Roberta McCumber sparked another round of hearings concerning her bond. Once the first-degree murder charged was served on her the first bond was revoked.  McCumber was then held on a half-million-dollar bond. Hafele argued for a reduction and the bond was finally lowered to $300,000,00, that would require a ten-percent cash amount to get her out of jail. Also, if the defendant had a bit of real estate worth $600.000.00 she would be free to go home and live in it. But none of that took place and Roberta McCumber remained in jail waiting for her trial. This trial too would be one of those hot tickets I told you about. With all the gruesome details the local folks had read about, they could hardly wait.

 

Mr. Hafele had other ideas than to try the case here in the Peoria, Illinois area. He argued that the publicity made it impossible for his client to receive a fair trial. Prior to the trial the press managed to stay connected with the murder, inserting articles now and again. Her attorney indicated that McCumber was having trouble remembering the facts surrounding the shooting of Jeff Williams. Memory stimulations were applied by therapists and as time went by her memory did come back somewhat. Hafele also served subpoenas on the prosecutor’s office, receiving all the reports of evidence that they had gathered. It appeared that the case was ready to try.

 

The issue of a change of venue was now before the court. Every person at the hearing remembered that the Alan Taylor murder trial had been reversed over the venue question, and once the arguments were over, the judge agreed to take the trial out of Peoria, Illinois. Most observers could see little importance of the order in light of the facts in the case.

 

DECEMBER 4, 1983                                            WHEATON, ILLINOIS

 

Judge Peter Paolucci would hear the case up in Dupage County, quite a trip northeast of Peoria, too damn close to Chicago, most folks thought. For those that wanted to attend this trial gavel to gavel it posed quite a problem.Of course the judge was interested in a fair trial not travel plans.

 

Before the trial McCumber’s friend got himself in trouble for attempting to create an alibi for Roberta. He was charged with obstruction of Justice and was later sentenced to a two-year term. Mr. Theinert told the press that he liked Roberta “she helped when I was down, and I wanted to do her a favor.”

 

With a packed courtroom the trial against Roberta McCumber for the murder of Jeffrey Williams began. The opening arguments gave an outline of what the defense and prosecution intended to prove. For the People was an Assistant State’s Attorney, Mr. Pattilli, with the backing of the SA’s office of course. For the defense was James Hafele.

 

Hafele told the jury that McCumber shot Jeffrey Williams in self-defense during one of the frequent arguments the couple had. Hafele told the jury that the gun went off during the struggle.

 

The prosecution had a different view, of course, telling the jury that Williams had been shot twice deliberately by the defendant. The burden of proof rests with the prosecution and once the arguments were out of the way an array of witnesses took their turn in the witness box.

 

The pathologist explained that the upper torso of Williams contained a bullet that lodged near the spine. Mr. Williams had also been hit in the head. He then told the jury for the record that the victim’s legs were missing. It was a grisly account of the murder and one that certainly had its affect on the jury.

The testimony was that the legs had been chopped or sawed off by some instrument, perhaps an axe or a hacksaw. Actually it was a hatchet and a hacksaw that were owned by the landlord, Frank Purple.

 

Kim Roberts, a forensic expert explained that the gun that was marked as the murder weapon had a five-pound pull, double action pull as well, resulting in a fourteen-pound pull on the trigger. He doubted that this gun could be accidentally fired. He then held up the gun for the jury and pointed out that the gun had a working safety on it.

 

McCumber’s friend came to the stand. Ms. Riopell said that she had visited Roberta in her apartment about four days after the murder and that she could smell a terrible odor in the house. She testified that she had asked Roberta what the terrible smell was and Roberta told her ‘It’s burnt transmission

oil.’ The witness then told the jury that Roberta had confided in her telling her that she, Roberta, was a suspect in the murder of her boyfriend.  Dramatically the witness said “I asked her, Oh, my God, Roberta, was that his legs?”

 

“What did the defendant say when you asked her that question?”

 

“She said, ‘Yes.’ ”

 

A Rantoul, Illinois man, a Mr. Voyles, testified that he had met Roberta in some kind of lonely-hearts club and had driven up here to Peoria to date her. He told the jury that he had knocked on the door and when Roberta came to the door she told him to wait outside for her. Later he testified that he stayed in the apartment all night sleeping on the couch in the living room. Voyles told the jury that Roberta showed him the .38 handgun and then showed him two bullet holes in the bedroom walls. “She told me that she had almost shot her cat and missed.” He then went on to explain to the jury that Roberta told him that she did not shoot Williams and to please not mention the gun to anyone.

 

The defense put on a rather famous psychiatrist, famous in that he had testified at the Richard Speck trial. Later the People would show that he

had testified at many trials and always he told the jury that the killer was not responsible for the murder. The doctor’s name was Ziporyn and he told the jury that Roberta McCumber was mentally ill when she shot and killed Jeffrey Williams. He referred to her ‘Pyschokenic Amnesia’ and that although she was mentally ill at the time of the shooting she was not suffering from mental illness today. The question of the tools used in the dismemberment was brought up and the landlord, Frank Purple might have supplied the answer. He told the jury about some missing tools of his and where they might have gone. As the trial went through its natural process the evidence against McCumber grew.

 

The question of whether or not she had shot Williams was not the issue, but under what circumstances. There is premeditated murder, as well as other degrees of murder. The jury could consider several types of manslaughter as well as acquitting her completely. What appeared to be a slam dunk case at one time for the prosecution now took on a different complexion. McCumber was a sympathetic figure sitting there in her white dress, appearing a bit shy and maybe even confused.

 

                          WHAT  WOULD  THE  JURY  DO?

 

The ordeal was over for McCumber now all she and her family could do was wait to see what the jury had in store for her. The sentencing for murder would be substantial, and the other charges were not exactly a walk in the park. They went back to the hotel room to wait. No human on earth can predict what a jury will do. Well, if they stay out a long time that’s good. No, if they stay out a long time that’s bad. Hell, nobody knows, especially the lawyers trying the case.

 

In this case the jury was out a long time, or was it a short time? Truth is it was eleven hours. A lot of that time was spent going over the documents, taking votes, electing a foreman, going to lunch or supper, but it all added up to eleven hours.  So what is your guess? Guilty on all counts?  Not guilty?

What do you think?

 

Roberta McCumber was acquitted that Tuesday up in a Wheaton, Illinois courthouse. Wait a minute…I’m not done. She was found ‘Guilty but mentally ill on a voluntary manslaughter charge.’ That was the finding of the jury there in Wheaton. Immediately the question was brought up as to what a Peoria jury would have done? Well, it’s an interesting question, but as they say in the law biz…the question is moot.

 

The eight-women and four-men of the DuPage jury had listened to the evidence, they had heard all the arguments, and their decision was now a matter of record. They had spent the better part of eleven hours and two days deciding the verdict. They found her guilty of concealing a homicidal death and obstructing justice because she severed the victim’s legs to conceal the killing.

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Roberta burst into tears upon hearing the verdict. Were these tears of pain or joy? Did she understand what had just taken place? Later her attorney told the press that she was simply confused. After all, she was not found guilty of murder. However, voluntary manslaughter carried a possible probation for four years or l5 years in prison. No wonder she was confused. As for the murder charge that could carry 20 to 40 years with no hope of probation. Hafele hugged his client as her parents joined in. They were a happy group since he had saved her from the dreaded penitentiary.

 

                                THE  SENTENCING  PHASE

                                         

The “guilty but mentally ill” verdict meant that the Illinois Department of Corrections had to provide psychiatric treatment for Roberta not for just a couple of months but until she was cured. Of course the downside for her was the moment they pronounced her ‘cured,’ that would be the moment she would be off to prison to complete her sentence. So it would seem that the critics of the verdict could not say that she ‘Got off Scott free.’

 

The testifying doctors told the jury that McCumber was suffering from

extreme anxiety at the time of the murder brought on by the years of abuse from Jeffrey Williams. However, one of the prosecutors, James Miller told the jury that McCumber had lied about everything she said on the stand.

Another of McCumber’s defense team, Florence Bennett told the jury that the murder was a justifiable homicide. Miller disagreed, stating that the case was a matter of murder. So, it was over. Hafele would try to get the bond reduced and the prosecution could only wait to see what the actual sentencing would be.

 

Judge Peter J. Paolucci set the sentencing hearing for January 20, 1984.

It was a new-year and time had elapsed since the date of the verdict, and most of the press had vanished. The coverage had been rather extensive and newspapers around the country had reported on the bizarre case. Now Roberta stood facing the judge. What would the sentence be?

 

Hafele allowed the defendant to make an appeal directly to the judge asking for help in dealing with her emotional problems. She did not tell the judge that she regretted killing Williams, telling the judge this instead.

 

                “To say I’m sorry for what I did to Jeff wouldn’t

                  even be right. But I’ll say I hate what I did to

                  Jeff and I will know I’ll remember it the rest of

                  my life.”

 

McCumber, a high school dropout and the divorced mother of a three-

year-old daughter, fought to control her emotions. “I know I need help

and I just hope you help me get it.” Roberta had no past criminal record and had a good work history.

 

McCumber admitted that she shot Williams during an argument and then used an axe and a hacksaw to chop off his legs. She went on to explain that the torso was dumped in Woodford County and that the legs were thrown into a dumpster over in her parent’s neighborhood. It was Judge Paolucci’s turn now and he looked down at Roberta from the bench, unsmiling and rather stern.

 

        He told the defendant that he had listened to her friends, co-

        workers and therapists, but that was all one-sided evidence.

       

        “Justice is a two-way street. Society, the State, and the family

          of Jeff Williams also have their rights. Sometimes we forget

          about those.”

 

The judge said that he placed great weight on a pre-sentence report

prepared by the probation department “as to the moral conduct and

character” of McCumber. In open court the judge commented about the moral conduct of the defendant. He discussed the fact that Roberta had had three abortions in three years, including the last one that she had while in jail following her arrest.

 

                 “Taking that in conjunction with taking the life

                  of Jeff Williams, what value, may I ask, does

                  she place on human life?”

 

He told the spectators that a probation sentence would ignore the

seriousness of taking a human life. The judge had the option of

sentencing the defendant to 20 years in prison if he chose to do so.

Assistant SA James Miller argued for penitentiary time:

 

             “Nowhere in this report has the defendant shown any

              remorse, she’s never said she’s sorry that a person died.

              She’s glad he’s dead, judge.”

 

James Hafele countered “sending Roberta McCumber to prison is exactly the wrong thing to do.”

 

The judge then pronounced sentence handing down a thirteen-year prison term. Roberta gasped and began crying as she was handcuffed and led away. Her distraught family watched in despair.              

 

Her time served was automatically deducted and off she went to the

Illinois Department of Correction in Dwight, Illinois. Hafele indicated that he would appeal.

 

                             WHAT  ABOUT  THAT APPEAL?

 

January 14, 1986                                                         PEORIA, ILLINOIS

 

Close to thirty-three months had gone by and a lot of legal wrangling had taken place. I think it is time we ended this story, so I will jump to what Judge Calvin Stone said when the case came to him.

 

              “I certainly would have considered more severe

                sentences had the court not been limited by law.”

 

                He continued as he looked over the record in front

                of him. “The court is unable to determine if the

                defendant’s criminal conduct was the result of

                circumstances unlikely to occur. However it

                seems that the defendant has not come to grips

                with the fact that she is the one who caused her

                criminal conduct.”

 

Judge Stone then reinstated a 10-year voluntary manslaughter prison

sentence upon the now twenty-five-year-old defendant. His honor

then re-imposed a three-year term for concealing a homicide.

Judge Stone refused to make the terms consecutive, stating the law

did not require her to serve the sentences one after the other.

 

Actually, in essence, about one and a half years were knocked off of the defendant’s term. With time served Roberta could find herself out of

Jail In about two more years, say late 1988 or early 1989.

 

                                                   END                

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