in Ohio. He left his wife and children, and moved with Rebecca Mandes and her two girls into a house in the pleasant waterfront community of Westerly. Two weeks before the shooting, he took a job in the receiving department of Paragon Gifts store.
By all accounts, Rebecca’s decision to move out of the apartment she and her husband shared in Pawcatuck was equally abrupt.
There were a few domestic loose ends to be tied up, which provided Mandes with the opportunity he needed to exact his revenge on the man he believed had stolen his wife, so he and his wife had arranged to meet in the parking lot of Paragon Gifts about noon to exchange some items belonging to the daughters.
For a while they stood just outside the office window of Paragon Gifts’ president Stephen Rowley, waiting for Fry to leave work for his lunch break. About a dozen employees were milling about, and a little after 12.30pm Fry approached the pair.
With that, witnesses told police, Mandes pulled out the gun, said something to the effect of ‘This is what you get for messing with my wife’ and opened fire.
Stephen Rowley heard ‘what I’d call a pop, several of them close together’, he said. ‘Then there was a moment of silence, and another pop,’ which he later learned was the sound of the final bullet that crashed into Mandes’s skull, killing the jilted husband instantly.
Rebecca Mandes was not injured in the attack.
The broken-hearted man had left a short suicide note, simply saying, ‘I guess she’s doing all right.’
JANE LONGHURST: VICTIM OF A NECROPHILIAC
‘In seeking perverted sexual gratification by way of your sordid and evil fantasies, you have taken her life and devastated the lives of those she loved and of those who loved her.’
J UDGE R ICHARD B ROWN TO G RAHAM C OUTTS
‘The case of Jane Longhurst and her killer, Graham Coutts, may become a landmark issue that could – if there is the political will – have far-reaching consequences on the future of violent pornography sites in the years to come.
C HRISTOPHER B ERRY -D EE
W hen Jane Longhurst, a 31-year-old special-needs teacher from the English seaside town of Brighton, vanished without a trace on Friday, 14 March 2003, it was immediately flagged as suspicious. This conscientious, caring young woman would not just up and leave without telling anybody.
Originally from Reading, Jane had moved to the Sussex coast, where, in addition to her teaching, she was a skilled viola player in a local orchestra. She was a bubbly lady with chestnut hair and an effervescent smile. There was a gentle aura surrounding Jane which everyone she came into contact with would attest to.
Jane was described as stable, reliable and dependable and, when suddenly she wasn’t there any more, people took notice. There was no word to her family, friends or her employers. And what of the kids with learning disabilities at Uplands School, who were very close to Jane and relied on the kind and patient teacher to help them with their studies?
No one knew where Jane was; she had vanished into thin air.
The one person who realised straight away that something strange, possibly bad, had happened to Jane was her boyfriend, Malcolm Sentance. Very early on, Malcolm was extremely upset by her disappearance. The couple were extremely close and Malcolm had given her a warm hug and goodbye kiss as he left for work, at about 6.45 that morning, from their home in Shaftesbury Road, Brighton.
This was a routine the two followed each day: they would wake up, complete their morning rituals and bid their goodbyes as they set off for the day. It is what many of us do each morning, comfortable in the knowledge that all is well and that we will be seeing our loved one as usual later that evening.
Sometimes, though, terrible things occur, and they canhappen to anyone. Often the first sign that something is wrong is that our calls are not returned and our texts not responded to. This is what Malcolm Sentance