Charlottesville Constitution, April 4:
TWO MORE MURDERS POSSIBLY CONNECTED
The dead bodies of two men were found in a car last night and police are investigating whether or not there is a link to the April 1 murder of restaurateur Caroline Keller in the Jack's restaurant in the Downtown Mall. Both men had been shot once in the back of the head. They are believed to be the same men who engaged in a fistfight in the restaurant the night of Mrs. Keller's murder and her husband, Jack Keller's, shooting. The car was discovered in the parking lot of a deserted Dunkin' Donuts on Highway 29 just south of Danville, Virginia, by Ned Rodrigue. Mr. Rodrigue was on his way to Roanoke, approximately 17 miles north of where the bodies were found. He pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, which has been closed for several months, due to illness. Feeling light-headed, he got out of his car, hoping the fresh air would make him feel better. There was one other car in the lot and when Mr. Rodrigue walked by it, he noticed what he thought was someone asleep at the wheel. On closer inspection, Mr. Rodrigue saw a second body as well and immediately called the police. Although police officials refuse to reveal the names of the two dead men, a reliable source has one of them being tentatively identified as Raymond Kutchler. There was a reservation in Mr. Kutchler's name for the opening night of Jack's restaurant and it is believed that he attended that dinner with a male friend. During the course of the evening, Mr. Kutchler and his friend engaged in a shouting match which turned into a full-scale brawl. Police believe it was during the course of this brawl that Mr. and Mrs. Keller were attacked. Eyewitnesses say that the fight between Mr. Kutchler and his dinner companion was vitriolic and violent. If it is indeed these two men who were found dead, police are at a loss to explain why, after such a battle, they would be in the same car. They also offered no theories as to the connection between the latest two murders and the shooting in the restaurant.
Jack gingerly placed the newspaper on the table to the right of his coffee cup and picked up the third paper from the chair next to him. This story was a concise summation of the prior two, adding previously unknown facts and whatever conclusions were possible. Once again, as he read, despite his intimate knowledge of the details, a wave of incredulity washed over him as if he were absorbing the information for the first time.
From the front page of the
Charlottesville Constitution, April 21:
POLICE AT DEAD END IN RESTAURANT MURDERS
The mystery surrounding the death of Caroline Keller and the shooting of her husband, Jack Keller, grows deeper and deeper. Bizarre facts keep emerging but police admitted today that they have had no luck making connections between any of the people, places, or events that seem as if they must be linked. 'We're as unsatisfied as the public must be by our conclusions up to this point,' said Charlottesville police chief Phil Eagle. 'But, unfortunately, the trail we've been following is as cold as an icebox. While we are confident that there will eventually be a break in the case, and while we will continue to pursue every avenue, at the moment we have no new leads and nothing on which to speculate, either publicly or privately.' The events to which Chief Eagle refers began on April 1 at a gala opening-night dinner at Jack's restaurant in Charlottesville…
As he read, Jack began to drift. It was no longer necessary to read every word. He knew it by heart.
The article, yet again, recounted the details of the opening and the fight between the customer Raymond Kutchler and his guest. It talked about the police arriving, too late to break up the fight, and then hearing a crash, rushing outside to find Caroline's body on the brick patio… The cops charging upstairs to find Jack… It said that Caroline's valuable diamond necklace was missing and presumed stolen… The murder of the two men in the car in the Dunkin' Donuts parking lot…
This story confirmed the identity of the men in the car as Kutchler and his guest. But it also revealed that Kutchler was a pseudonym. The man's real name was Robert Haywood; his dinner companion, and fellow murder victim, was Trent Neufield. And they were boys, really. Students and members of the football team at Virginia State University.
Jack remembered the police coming to him, trying to find any link between him and Caroline and the two students. They found none, direct or otherwise. They could not figure out why the pseudonyms were used. Or why they'd received the invitation. And, ultimately, they could not solve the final piece of the puzzle, either – why were Haywood and Neufield murdered? What was their connection to the robbery and its violent aftermath?
All that was included in the article. But there was more to it than the newspaper reported. There always was, of course.
At first, Jack himself had been a suspect. While he was still loaded with painkillers – and thus, he guessed, more susceptible to telling the truth – the police had tried to find some kind of motive for him to murder his wife. Over doctors' objections, they grilled him about his story, making him repeat details and observations over and over again. They questioned him about his relationship with Caroline, asked him if he'd ever had an affair. He realized he must have been susceptible because he told them that he had, which was true. A brief one, years earlier, when he'd been in London. The woman's name was Emma and she was English, and he hadn't seen her in years. He'd barely seen her even when they'd had their fling, which was all it was. Brief and meaningless and long, long over. Thinking about touching another woman, when he knew that he could never touch Caroline again, made him weep, and the police realized they'd stepped over the line, so they left him alone and never again questioned him about his marriage.
When he was well enough, Jack must have spent fifty hours talking to more cops and, eventually, to private detectives, trying to piece together what had really happened. He even hired an ex-FBI agent who'd written two bestselling books about his cases. They all had the same theories. And none of them could link those theories to any facts.
They were all certain there was a connection between the Haywood-Neufield fight and the shooting in the office. It was a common robbery ploy, Jack learned. Start a distraction, draw everyone's attention away from the real target, and then move in on that target. The target that night had obviously been Caroline. Or possibly Caroline's necklace. And there was the first missing fact: no tie could be found between anyone who had known about the necklace and the robbery/shooting. Jack had shown Caroline's mother his gift and she, in turn, had told both of her other daughters about it. None of them was at the opening, though. Caroline's mother was suffering from terrible arthritis and did not feel up to sitting through a dinner. Llewellyn was on a family vacation with her husband and children. Susanna Rae, staying, as always, in character, simply responded with a 'not attending' and never showed up. All were officially ruled out as suspects almost immediately. For several days – a period Jack chalked up to his delirium – his mind kept coming back to Susanna. But when he was more rooted in reality, he realized that as bitter and unpleasant as she was capable of being, she was not capable of being involved in something this horrendous. Several staff members had been told about the necklace moments before the evening officially began – Caroline had shown the jewelry proudly when she went downstairs – but all investigations there were dead ends. The idea of this as an inside job was eventually dismissed and Jack believed that was the correct decision.
No one could establish a connection between the two students and the unknown shooter. Nor could anyone find any link to 'Raymond Kutchler' and anyone at the restaurant. Caroline had been in charge of the final invitation list – she had taken suggestions from everyone ranging from Jack to the restaurant managers to the local Chamber of Commerce, but ultimately the list was hers. When it had been time to send out the formal invitations, she'd given the restaurant secretary several sheets of yellow legal paper with handwritten names and addresses on it. Kutchler's name and address were on it – 'Raymond Kutchler plus Guest' – written in Caroline's perfect and careful
