The Tuxedo Killer

the rest of this account is covered until you choose to reveal it She had been married to Wayne Robinson, with whom she had two children, both adults by 1999, and she was close to her daughter Gendra, who was due to marry Alec Jarnigan on 18 September 1999. this part of the story is covered for now details of the account remain covered until revealed the rest of this account is covered until you choose to reveal it this part of the story is covered for now

The relationship was violent well before the killing. On 8 March 1997, after an argument, Brad kicked the locked breezeway door off its hinges at Jean's house. Jean telephoned her friend Josie Davis and her father, Albert Gerard Sr, who stayed the night and repaired the door. Over the following days Brad left ten telephone messages in which he swore at and demeaned her, and on 11 and 14 March he posted two letters of apology, the second enclosing a $100 cheque for the door. They reconciled. By late 1998 they were engaged and he had given her a ring worth more than $9,000.

Brad was also in psychiatric treatment. From September 1998 Dr Savaretti treated him for depression and anxiety with Paxil and Xanax, later trying a succession of drugs including Serzone, Wellbutrin, Remeron, clonopin and buspar. He saw Dr David Lyon for five sessions between March and May 1999, including a joint session at which Jean was present, and later Dr Joel Ma covered name and Dr Laura Fixman. In June 1999, at Dr Savaretti's urging, he stopped drinking, and in August 1999 Jean returned the engagement ring after another argument about his temper.

In the last week of August 1999 Jean learned that Brad had been married twice and that he had still been legally married to his second wife during the first year of their relationship; the divorce had not become final until late 1997. She told him she did not want to see him again. Frightened, she telephoned her sister Patricia McGowan and said, 'Patty, if anything happens to me, Brad did it.' She refused to seek a restraining order. Brad repeatedly telephoned about collecting his belongings and enlisted Jean's father in an effort to win her back; Gerard advised Jean to give him another chance and to invite him to the wedding. Brad then complained that he did not want to be photographed with Wayne Robinson, the father of the bride, and wrote to Gendra apologising for his behaviour.

On 18 September 1999, the wedding day, the bride and bridesmaids dressed at Jean's house. Brad argued with Jean over her kidney medication, telling her that if he had to take his medication, so must she, and stormed out before telephoning twice to say he would attend. He returned in his tuxedo, drank a beer with Josie in the backyard and told her that beer did not count as drinking. He drove Jean and Josie to the reception in Bristol, and during the drive he took a pill from a vial in the console. At the reception he kept to himself, refused to meet Wayne's family or Wayne's brother, who was in the truck business, and argued with Jean while they slow-danced. Jean told her sister that she had finally had enough. Brad later spoke to Jean's brother Albert Gerard Jr in the car park and said he had been taking tranquillisers and had no interest in meeting Wayne's relatives.

At about 10.30 p.m. Brad drove Jean and Josie home, a journey of roughly half an hour. Jean asked him to leave once Josie had gone. Josie collected her car keys, spoke to Jean in the doorway, and drove away shortly after 11 p.m. Just before midnight Alma Miller, a neighbour of more than twenty years, heard a voice outside saying 'help me, help me'. She looked out and saw Brad standing hesitantly beside the driver's door of his black car. He got in and reversed quickly down the driveway, bouncing and cutting across the grass, then drove off towards the junior high school. When his car had gone, Alma saw a body in the road. It was Jean, beaten so badly that she was barely recognisable. Alma called 911 at 12.04 a.m. Brad telephoned his sister Debbie, a records clerk with the Portsmouth police, and said, 'I think I'm in trouble. I've killed Jean.' He said he had hit her with a flashlight and run her head over twice, that his tuxedo was covered in blood, and that he was driving to a bridge to jump. He then called his sister Cindy from the centre span of the Newport Bridge. State and local police found his car parked with its hazard lights on and Brad sitting on a maintenance I-beam six to eight feet out from the side of the bridge. Detective Frank Rosa, an old family friend, talked to him for about twenty minutes. Brad held up his bloody hands and said, 'I killed her,' and described kicking in Jean's bedroom door, beating her, dragging her outside, slamming her head on the driveway and running her over. He said he had taken twenty-five to thirty clonopin tablets. He was pulled over the railing and handcuffed.

At Newport Hospital Brad told a nurse that he had choked Jean when she would not shut up, hit her over the head with a flashlight and, when that did not silence her, dragged her outside and ran her over with his car. He said he had taken about twenty buspar tablets and a quantity of clonopin after hurting her because he was frightened. He was discharged at 6 a.m. and taken to the police station.

At Jean's house police found blood in the driveway, on the road and in the kitchen, a blood-covered police-style flashlight, and a bedroom door that had been forced. The autopsy found blunt-force injuries to the head and neck and signs of manual strangulation, together with extensive injuries from being run over, including rib and pelvic fractures and lacerations of the lungs and liver; the cause of death was the compression injuries from the car. A bloody tuxedo shirt was found the next morning near the junior high school.

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