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Welcome to the Serial Killer Podcast. The podcast dedicated to serial killers. Who they were, what they did, and how. Episode 220.
I am your humble host, Thomas Rosland Weyberg Thun, and tonight we continue this two-part feature covering the case of the Slaying Brothers Briley. Last episode ended with Middle Brother James shooting a police officer during a chase. Tonight we continue down their path of death and destruction towards their final demise. Enjoy.
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Only two souls managed to escape the deadly clutches of the Briley brothers, this time Linwood and Anthony, to tell their tale, William and Virginia Boucher. Now, both have passed on, their stories echoing in the grey. Unless the shadows of the past decide to part and reveal hitherto unknown survivors or witnesses,
The blood-curdling events that transpired on the night of the 12th of March 1979 stand as the gruesome overture to a seven-month symphony of horror. The modus operandi of these ruthless killers was as cold as it was random. Linwood, the elder of the two, sauntered up to the quaint, tightly packed home of the Bushers.
nestled in the heart of Lafayette Avenue, and wrapped his knuckles against the front door in a parody of normalcy. William Boucher, in a later account, revealed his initial assumption that it was the paperboy come to collect his due, which rendered him unguarded enough to open the door. As the portal swung open, he found himself staring not at the familiar face of the paperboy,
but at the strange and unsettling countenance of a complete unknown. In the flickering porch light, the stranger's face was a mask of innocence. He spun a tale of automotive misfortune, asking if Buescher would be so gracious to allow him to call AAA for aid. Trusting, or perhaps merely unsuspecting, Buescher agreed to lend a hand and extended his own for the stranger's club card.
In a startling blur of motion, the pretense shattered. Linwood lunged forward, seizing Boucher with wild eyes and the violent desperation of a cornered animal. Across the room, Virginia's blood ran cold as she saw the brutal tableau. Her dear husband, a gun pressed against his temple, a knife's edge gleaming at his throat. Her heart pounded in her ears as Linwood delivered his chilling warning,
An outcry would cost her husband an ear. With a quick jerk of his head, Linwood signaled his accomplice. The front door creaked open once more, and in slithered the younger Briley. Anthony, his presence a malevolent echo of his brother's. One of the brothers kept them under the cold gaze of his gun, a threatening sentinel against any thought of resistance.
The couple were taken to separate rooms and shoved face down to the floor, hands roped behind their backs. The marauders tore through the house like a pack of ravenous wolves, their greed insatiable. They seized every treasure they could lay their greedy hands on. Precious trinkets of jewelry, a CB radio, a .32 caliber handgun that bore the weight of its lethal potential.
They even took a police scanner, an airy echo of their previous escape from the law's clutches in the chill of October. The couple's twin televisions were not spared, and neither was anything else of value.
in their malicious intent to mute the two eye-witnesses to their heinous act they showered the rooms with lighter fluid drenching the furniture some clothing hidden under a table and even william busher himself in the volatile liquid with the cold confidence of those accustomed to evil the brothers strode out their ill-gotten gains loaded into their car
One of them took the liberty of stealing the Bushers' vehicle, a symbol of their audacity, later discovered abandoned. The fire, birthed by their malevolence, roared to life, and the piercing shriek of the smoke alarm echoed ominously through the doomed house. But amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope, William Bushers slipped out a hand from his bonds, ran to the kitchen for a knife, and freed Virginia.
Had William's wrists been more soundly secured, he and his wife would have suffered an agonizing death being burned alive. A tongue of flame did catch hold of William's clothing, but he managed to quickly put it out. March proved an active month for the Briley gang, resulting in William and Virginia Buescher's near-death experience
the murder of Michael McDuffie, and the dates of 12 and 21, assuming an airy mirror image aspect. There is also a very obscure report from the 31st of March 1979, reporting that Linwood Briley shot a 28-year-old man, Edric Alvin Clark, in his home during a drug-related argument. Duncan Meekins purportedly was an accomplice.
this account is mentioned only in a single newspaper article listing the murders also from this article is report of yet another killing that of thirty-two year old thomas saunters this time with meekins pulling the trigger in the middle of a scuffle also involving james and linwood
Michael W. McDuffie, who lived in a Richmond suburb, probably was enjoying some downtime on the 21st of March, 1979, from his stressful job servicing vending machines for Canteen of Virginia, Inc. Long before the term home invasion was coined, McDuffie was introduced to the concept when the uninvited Brileys assaulted and shot him.
robbed the house, and dumped Macduffy's body into his car. On the 9th of April, 1979, the Brileys and Duncan Meekins were cruising around North Richmond when they noticed 76-year-old Mary Gowan walking out of her daughter's residence where she'd been babysitting. The gang followed Mary all the way across town to her home, a three-story red-brick complex in an upscale neighborhood.
Mary parked in the street, climbed out of her car and stepped along the sidewalk toward her corner apartment. She must have been worn out from babysitting and did not notice the four young men moving behind her. They rushed forward and shoved Mary into a stairwell. One of them beat her and she fell. Each gang member raped her. She was shot in the head, at close range, robbed and left to die.
Mary somehow managed to crawl up two flights of stairs in a desperate attempt to call for help. Then she went into a coma, remained in a coma for ninety days, died on the second of July, and was buried on the fourth of July. That same swelteringly hot Independence Day, 1979,
The Briley gang spotted a lone figure lingering near the shiny chrome-finished automobile of their eldest, Linwood. The figure was a youth, a mere seventeen summers to his name, who went by the name of Christopher Phillips. His furtive glances and uneasy posture hinted at his intentions, perhaps to claim the vehicle.
The gang, like a pack of wolves sensing weakness, closed in on Phillips, their faces hard and unyielding as stone. The air between them crackled with tension, a silent interrogation unfolding in the stifling summer heat. Not a question was voiced, or at least none that history has chosen to remember. The Brileys rushed Phillips, and a struggle ensued.
Quickly the stranger was shoved down and manhandled into a conveniently empty backyard. Phillips cried out for help, which angered the gang, especially Linwood. Uncharacteristically, the eldest Briley did not draw a firearm and shoot Phillips. Instead, a cinder block was found and dropped onto the young man's head, crushing it so that brain matter poured out beneath the concrete.
death would have been mercifully quick mayo island less than half a mile long is currently a privately owned property holding a parking lot and a recycling center in september nineteen seventy nine an abandoned paper mill stood there unsecured and easily accessed by taking the mayo bridge u s highway three sixty across the james river
the rusting ruin like the others scattered throughout america was exactly the sort of structure that attracts those looking for privacy and or adventure anything could happen there and no one was the wiser the log cabin was a popular south richmond night club and restaurant
John "Johnny G" Gallagher, well-known country music DJ for WXGI, spent weekends playing bass guitar with local bands. On one of those unusually fun nights, the 14th of September, the band stopped for a break. Gallagher was not a smoker, and on that night stepped outside behind the establishment for a few minutes of fresh air and quiet.
earlier that evening the brierly brothers and duncan meekins decided they wanted to venture into the richmond night and find someone to rob their months of predatory experience infused the gang with a sense of invulnerability and as noted by investigators
Robbery had become incidental to the crime spree, an excuse to cover for the real thrill of murdering vulnerable people unlikely to be much of a threat. Gathering a sawed-off shotgun and high-caliber rifle, the Brileys and Meekins climbed into Linwood's purple Chevy Nova and drove toward South Richmond. On Jefferson Davis Highway, not far from the James River,
They noticed the log cabin, slowed, and parked nearby. Concealing themselves in bushes and rough growth behind the nightclub, the gang waited for an appropriate, intoxicated victim to emerge from the rear door. The door opened, and John Gallagher stepped into the darkness. Linwood burst from hiding and raised his rifle, forced Gallagher onto the ground, and took his wallet and car keys.
Linwood tossed the stolen keys to Meekins and ordered the teen to locate Gallagher's Lincoln Continental, get inside, and drive it up to the scene. Linwood got his victim standing and, with Meekins' help, shoved him into the Lincoln's trunk and closed it. The two climbed into the front seat and drove away south from the log cabin.
James and Anthony Briley followed in their brother's vehicle. Linwood and Meekins took U.S. Highway 360 to the 14th Street Bridge, where it crosses the James River, and turned onto the property then dominated by the looming paper mill. The others nosed in behind them. The Lincolns' trunk was opened, and Gallagher made to climb out. He fell,
And as he struggled to his feet, Linwood took the opportunity to shoot him point-blank in the head, his brain spraying out behind him in a fine rust-colored mist. Death would have been instantaneous, and his body immediately slumped lifeless to the ground. Back at the log cabin, Johnny G.'s fellow musicians and friends wondered why he had yet to return from his break and went out to look for him.
This behavior, they agreed, was out of character for Johnny G. from Tennessee, wholly reliable and consistent in his words and actions. Many people loved the gentle man, his musicianship and radio show and the selfless habit he had of caring for others, being helping with homework, trimming a Christmas tree, or simply bringing more light into hanging out and watching Sunday afternoon football on TV.
The Briley gang dragged Gallagher to the river and rolled him into the black churning waters. Fewer than twenty minutes had gone by since the initial attack. The group got into Gallagher's Lincoln, headed back into Richmond and drove aimlessly until the gas gauge neared empty. Back on Mayo Island, they stripped the car of items deemed valuable and there abandoned it. On Saturday, the 15th of September,
Gallagher's car was found. Detective Jim Gaudet suspected that the DJ would be found in the trunk and forced it open. By this time, investigators were close to certain that Gallagher had gone missing due to some violent crime, yet had no evidence backing this. Processing the Lincoln, the team discovered a fingerprint behind one door panel, probably left during the stripping and burglary
which netted the criminals six dollars in cash, a CB radio, antenna, and very little else. The interior panel had been pried open in a reckless exploration for stereo speakers. After a three-day search, Gallagher still had yet to be found. Several days later, though, some men fishing discovered the body, which likely had been caught in submerged tree branches and river debris.
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The gang decided to follow Will Fung to her small Henrico County home in suburban Richmond. Details on this case are scant, but it is known that the devoted nurse was accosted as she strode along the sidewalk leading to her front door. Linwood carried a baseball bat and used it to beat the woman to death.
Entering the residence, the gang scoured it for valuables. As was done with Mary Gowan, accepting rape, Mary Wilfong was left to die at the entrance of her home. Her death would have been a drawn-out and painful one, slowly bleeding to death internally and externally from the savage beating.
During the first week of October 1979, neighbors concerned about the well-being of two elderly Fifth Avenue residents, 79-year-old Blanche Page and her boarder, Charles Garner, 59, telephoned Richmond police for a safety check. Page was known to be partially paralyzed and rarely left the house.
Police drove out to 3109 Fifth Avenue, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. Older people often quite voluntarily chose not to venture outdoors for days at a time. What they found was beyond imagination. The whole wall and entryway steps were covered in blood, and the stench of death was overwhelming. Charles Garner was found in the kitchen.
The horrendous damage to Garner seemed to indicate he had been singled out for a particularly vicious and agonizing death. Some major trauma appeared to have been caused by a baseball bat. Additional insult, though, was carried out with five knives, a fork, and scissors. The last two items had been left protruding from Garner's body.
Pages from a telephone book had been dropped onto his back and ignited. Upstairs in Blanche Pages' bedroom, yet another horrific scene was discovered. Every wall in that room was covered with blood. It was like a scene from a slasher movie, only much, much worse.
In the bed lay Blanche Page, as if sleeping, except she had been bludgeoned to death with the baseball bat used against Ghana. The killers had beaten her until she was dead. Then they had simply continued beating her corpse. They had continued until her head was mush and the body black from blood and contusions. It takes quite a bit of force to beat a body with a blunt object so hard that it ruptures.
The Brileys did this, and more. One thing I have not, dear listener, been able to ascertain is how the killers managed to leave the crime scene without anyone noticing them. They must have been absolutely covered in blood from head to toe. The brothers seemed to have the devil's luck during their killing career.
After a reign of terror that had left a community paralyzed in fear, the endgame for the Briley brothers began on the 19th of October, 1984. It wasn't a grand showdown or a climactic battle, but rather a series of small breaks in the case that eventually led the authorities to their door.
A survivor of their brutal attacks, a woman who miraculously lived to tell the tale, gave a description of her assailants and their vehicle. This, coupled with a tip from a neighbor who had noticed the brothers' suspicious behavior, prompted the police to investigate. They found the Briley residence abandoned, but, crucially, discovered evidence linking the brothers to the string of gruesome murders. The net was closing in.
Inexplicably, even though arrest warrants had been obtained, James and Anthony entered Richmond Police Headquarters and turned themselves in. All told, within 24 hours of locating and investigating the Wilkerson crime scene, police arrested Linwood and Duncan Meekins as well. One would think that once behind bars, the Briley gang would no longer pose a lethal threat to society. Well, dear listener,
you would be wrong to think so. The 31st of May, 1984, was the date of the infamous death row escape of the so-called Mecklenburg Six, the masterminds of which were Linwood and James Briley. The rest of the group were Lem D. Tuggle, 32, and convicted murderer Earl Clanton, Jr., 29, strangler of a librarian,
willy leroy jones twenty six convicted robbery and the murder of two senior citizens derrick l peterson twenty two who had killed a grocery store employee with four and a half years of little else to do or think lynwood and james were able to hatch a near perfect plan in truth their plan was a success
Getting away with it, though, proved too much, even for two minds so cunning and surprisingly organized. In May 1984, there were 24 men jailed on Death Row, or Space E, its official designation. Of these, roughly 12 were aware of the brothers' crazy plan, and only six stuck it out to the bitter end.
The escapees spent months monitoring conversations heard on an intercom. Makeshift knives were fashioned from available materials, inserted into wall cracks, and painted over during routine maintenance. Even though the inmates determined to break out had, when the day came, shaved and trimmed their hair in obvious preparation, not a single guard took notice of this very coincidental grooming.
Sometime between 8 p.m. and 8.30, most of the inmates stepped from Twilight and gathered before the threshold of C-Pod, a section of death row. The guards did not make a head count nor notice when Earl Clanton Jr. lingered behind the other prisoners and snuck into the control booth's bathroom. The group filed into their cells.
Until a nurse tried to enter the bathroom to obtain water for dispensing various inmate medications, the locked door had gone unheeded. Frustrated, she complained. James Briley snapped into action, improvised a rationale. Hours ago, Briley said to the control room guards he overheard someone say the plumbing wasn't working. Incredibly, they shrugged off the problem and sent the nurse to another water source.
Whether Briley's next move was also on the fly isn't known, but around nine p.m. he feigned wanting something to read. Books were kept in a day-room beside the control room, and James politely requested the guard step out and get one. The control room door was opened, and Briley shouted a signal to Clanton, who rushed from the bathroom and overpowered the guard.
There could be no turning back now. Hesitation meant violent death. Clanton took over the control panel and opened every cell. Chaos ruled, and in minutes the entire pod was under prisoner control. Guards, unarmed, had their uniforms taken, mouths silenced with tape, and hands restrained behind their backs.
In a controlled burst of energy, the six outward-bound inmates tore through uniforms looking for those closest to their sizes. They had to be convincing to hostile eyes. One of the prisoners managed to overcome a lieutenant, and the plan moved on to the next stage. A ready knife against his throat, the official was forced to call for a van.
clad in helmets and gas masks from a purloined closet and bearing shields, the sixth dominated C-Pod. Still, no other guards or prisoners elsewhere in the facility were aware of the riotous events unfolding under the same roof. In order to get out of the facility, the Briley-led group had to make it out of Building 1, where stood the main control room. A female guard was on duty,
and received a staged message telling her there was an outside call. The lieutenant then informed her that someone was on the way to cover the room while she took her call. Unsecuring and opening the door, the guard could see whomever had been sent striding toward her post. Was this some new employee? Before she could fully react, inmate Derek L. Peterson, one of the six, overpowered her.
Erupting from Building 1 and pushing a rattling gurney, the inmates shouted warnings that, under a blanket, was an unstable explosive device. Two of the helmeted men doused a bulky shape with repeated bursts from fire extinguishers, giving the effect of cooling some dangerous chemical reaction. Known only to them, the "bomb" was in fact a television, lifted from inside.
both darkness and disguise concealing their faces. The prisoners halted the gurney beside the van. Carefully lifting the bomb, they guided it into the van and gave abrupt orders to the guard. Open both doors. Some inexplicable mix or perhaps poor training and the bomb squad's urgent cries convinced the guard to open up. The van drove off
into the vast blackness. The group's initial plan was to escape into Canada. Two inmates, Lem Davis Tuggle Jr. and Willie Leroy Jones, almost succeeded, making it as far as Vermont before being captured at gunpoint by police. The group was held at Marble Valley Correctional Facility in Rutland, pending their extradition back to Virginia.
Splitting off from their two remaining co-escapers at Philadelphia, the Brileys went to live near their uncle, Johnny Lee Council, in the north of the city. They were captured on the 19th of June by a heavily armed group of FBI agents and police who had determined their location by placing wiretaps on their uncle's phone line.
In short order, the remaining appeals ran out for both of the death row brothers. Several weeks before his execution, James Briley married a writer who believed his claims of innocence, Evangeline Grant Redding, on the 28th of March, 1985, in a prison ceremony attended by his father, James Sr.,
the brothers were executed in the electric chair at the virginia state penitentiary in richmond lynwood on the twelfth of october nineteen eighty four and james on the eighteenth of april nineteen eighty five
Linwood's last meal consisted of grilled tenderloin steak, a baked potato, green peas, a salad with French dressing, rolls with butter, cake, peaches, punch, and milk. His last words were, and I quote, I am innocent, end quote. James' last meal consisted of fried shrimp with cocktail sauce and lemon-lime-flavored soft drink.
In his final moments, he smiled at the witnesses and twice asked them, and I quote, Are you happy? End quote. For my dear listeners, who might be new to the show, and to refresh the memory of my long-time listeners, here is a brief overview of what execution by electric chair entails. Seeking a more humane method of execution than hanging,
New York built the first electric chair in 1888 and executed William Kembler in 1890. Soon, other states adopted this execution method. Today, electrocution is not used as the sole method of execution in any state. Electrocution was the sole method in Nebraska until the state Supreme Court ruled the method unconstitutional in February 2008.
For execution by the electric chair, the person is usually shaved and strapped to a chair with belts that cross his chest, groin, legs and arms. A metal skullcap-shaped electrode is attached to the scalp and forehead over a sponge moistened with saline.
The sponge must not be too wet, or the saline short circuits the electric current, and not too dry, as it would have a very high resistance. An additional electrode is moistened with conductive jelly, electro-creme, and attached to a portion of the prisoner's leg that has been shaved to reduce resistance to electricity. The prisoner is then blindfolded.
After the execution team has withdrawn to the observation room, the warden signals the executioner, who pulls a handle to connect the power supply. A jolt of between 500 and 2000 volts, which lasts for about 30 seconds, is given. The current surges and is then turned off, at which time the body is seen to relax.
The doctors wait a few seconds for the body to cool down and then check to see if the prisoner's heart is still beating. If it is, another jolt is applied. This process continues until the prisoner is dead. The prisoner's hands often grip the chair and there may be violent movement of the limbs which can result in dislocation or fractures. The tissues swell.
defecation occurs. Steam or smoke rises, and there is a smell of burning. The prisoner's eyeballs sometimes pop out and rest on the cheeks. The prisoner often defecates, urinates, and vomits blood and drool. The body turns bright red as its temperature rises, and the prisoner's flesh swells, and his skin stretches to the point of breaking.
Sometimes the prisoner catches fire. Witnesses hear a loud and sustained sound like bacon frying, and a sickly sweet smell of burning flesh permeates the chamber. At post-mortem, the body is hot enough to blister if touched, and the autopsy is delayed while the internal organs cool. There are third-degree burns with blackening where the electrodes met the skin of the scalp and legs.
According to Robert H. Kirshner, the deputy chief medical examiner of Cook County, the brain appears cooked in most cases. In other words, execution by electric chair is very similar to being burned alive and is probably one of the most painful ways to die imaginable.
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He is incarcerated at Augusta Correctional Center, about 20 miles, that's 30 kilometers, outside Staunton, Virginia.
To date, all his applications for parole has been denied by the State Parole Board, as have those of Duncan Meekins, despite recommendations from former prosecutors Robert J. Rice and Warren von Schuch, who have cited Meekins' assistance in prosecuting and convicting the Briley brothers. And with that, we come to the end of the Slaying Brothers saga.
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