Chapter 29: A very odd murder
March 9th 1968
Edgefield, South Carolina
Detective Kirk Barlow was absolutely certain that he'd never come across a crime scene as bizarre or more bizarre as this one for the rest of his career. Two men in suits lay slumped on the floor, dead from close range shotgun blasts that painted the walls with red.
Slumped over a desk covered in blood and red splashed papers was Strom Thurmond. Even though the top portion of his head was gone, there were enough pictures of the man to give away who was in the chair.
On the floors of the house, accompanying the blood and bone fragments, were pieces of fried chicken and watermelon slices. On the living room wall in black paint were the words 'com de revolushion.'
In spite of the horror around him, and the ramifications of the senator's gruesome demise, he had to role his eyes. Some of the other officers with him were staring at it.
He wasn't quite sure who was responsible for this, but it was blatantly obvious who the intended scapegoat was. Sure, Strom had no friends amongst the black population of his state. Sure, he made a name for himself opposing integration in a pretty theatrical way.
But he was hard pressed to believe that they were behind this. The stereotypical food thrown all over place and poorly spelled message couldn't make that more clear.
But that aside, the question of who actually killed the senator was somewhat harder to answer. Dissatisfied white supremacists? Maybe. Strom's vocal opposition to ending segregation became a lot quieter in the wake of King and Johnson's demise. He could picture some of his old supporters seeing his timid objections or silence on the issue to be a betrayal.
And yeah, he imagined die-hard segregation supporters would roll with the idea that someone black killed Thurmond as use it as justification to some sort of reprisal.
However, he doubted he'd be on this case much longer. The killing of a senator was a federal matter, and the FBI would be on it like flies on shit before the sun rose.
Still, it was so weird. Who'd try and frame the senator's killers as being black with such a lazy setup? They either had to be stupid or completely insane.
Given that the call for shots fired at the house came an hour ago, this was a very fresh crime scene. Still, the killers might have put some real distance between the house and them. His best guess would be that they were heading for the border with Georgia.
He'd have to run that by the bureau. If they got lucky, they could find whoever offed the senator.
Author here: There's a hidden clue to who did this, but you might have to look close in order to see it.