By Dale Hudson
On November 28, 2001, in Chester County, South Carolina, police made a grisly discovery. Joe Pittman, sixty six, and his spouse pleasure, sixty two, have been brutally slain with a .410 shotgun and their condominium set afire with the our bodies inside of. Their black Nissan Pathfinder used to be lacking. So was once their 12-year-old grandson, Christopher Pittman. What had turn into of the boy? used to be he nonetheless alive—and if this is the case, for a way lengthy? The clock used to be ticking and time was once working out.
Christopher used to be came upon secure and sound in a neighboring county. yet reduction grew to become to suspicion as he instructed an incredible story of a black guy who'd killed his grandparents and abducted him. finally, Pittman confessed to the slayings and to fleeing within the SUV. In February 2005, he used to be attempted as an grownup. safeguard attorneys claimed Pittman were unhinged through the prescription drug Zoloft. it might be as much as a jury to make your mind up even if the boy who killed must face a man's punishment. . .
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Photographs were taken and the bodies were examined. Joe Pittman was lying on the bed, faceup, his legs hanging off the side of the bed. The smaller extremities of his body had been burned away. Because his body had received a lot more fire damage than his wife’s, the arson agents believed he was probably closer to the main body of the fire than his wife. Joy Pittman was found on the other side of the bed. She lay facedown with her head lowered in the prone position. The back of her head had a large, gaping hole in it.
Red Weir also made the same mistake, having to stop and turn around behind Andy. Stuart Grant noticed Andy and Red making their U-turns and spotted Tommy Martin’s vehicle in the driveway. He was able to adjust and turn in to the driveway, driving in ahead of the other two vehicles. Tommy glanced at his watch. It was exactly one minute before midnight. He was pleased to know it had taken them only seven minutes to respond. As the four West Chester firemen drove onto the Pittman property, they found themselves looking at the silhouette of what once had been a beautiful country home.
Snelgrove topped the hill; then he lost the breath he was holding. All he saw in place of the Pittmans’ beautiful home was mayhem. Like some biblical disaster scene, everything was aflame. There were firemen, dressed in full gear—wearing their boots, protective gear, bunker pants, and yellow Nomex jackets—running and yelling. Someone, he couldn’t tell who, was yelling to another fireman coming up the road behind him, asking if there were propane gas tanks around the home. If so, that had to be shut off or this place would soon look like Hiroshima.