The story of what happened when I visited with Edith Mitts, the mother of Gregory Cook, who’d murdered three of his meth buddies. A clip:
“He walked into the woods with her, and he said he made her take her shoes off,” Edith said. “And he threw her shoes and made her walk barefooted in the woods because he didn’t want her to run. And he says, ‘She said her feet were getting sore,’ and he says, ‘I squatted down and had her get on my shoulders. I didn’t want her to have to walk with her feet sore,’ and he says, ‘I packed her. I carried her, and we went on into the woods.’ And he said something or other about, she saw him get a rope and, his belt and… something, a knife. She knew I guess it had gotten to the point, and then she tried to calm him down. But he said, ‘Let’s have God pray with us. Let’s get on our knees and pray.’”
After he killed McKillop, Cook came to see his mother.
“He said, ‘Mom, do you have a belt?’” Edith recalled. “I said, ‘what do you need a belt for, Greg?’ He was standing out over the fence, and he says, ‘Oh, I was chasing [my dog] up through the weeds and I lost my belt in the bushes somewhere.’ He’d been putting her hand up there in that pond. He got rid of his shoes because of the tracking, and he had gotten rid of any ID.”
ID meaning McKillop’s head, hands, feet and tattoos…
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