I don’t know if I’ve ever read a ‘True Crime’ book before. It’s written like a novel, it’s just real. I found this particular book quite disturbing for a whole host of reasons.
I’ve mentioned before my love of local history. Stories of mad scientists trying to raise people from the dead, or riots on my mainstreet orchestrated by the secretary of state, of bodies buried inside the walls of my downtown businesses… I love that stuff.
But when I read such an intimate account of local folks on a crime spree, all that quirky history starts to feel like I’m just putting a sweet face on a community that is dysfunctional at best.
This twenty-something year-old book covers the intertwining stories of Kentucky Lawyer, Lester Burns and the crime-loving couple of Benny Hodge and Sherry Sheets (actually, her last name changes multiple times in the book, but I’m going with Sheets) who eventually meet in a case that is so rotten, that even their lawyer gets thrown in prison for it.
It was all fascinating to read, in that train-wreck sort of way. Sherry was a prison guard at Brushy Mountain Penitentiary (Brushy Mountain, btw, was a place my former Step-Father spent most of his adult life in, but that’s something I covered in detail in my Star Trek blog, if anyone feels like cyber-stalking me, you can probably find it if you look hard enough) when she spied an inmate there that she fell in love with immediately upon seeing. They met in supply closets and men’s rooms on the prison grounds until we was given probation and sent to the Anderson County jail where he sorta had a work-release program.
Then they met in motels and wherever they could, eventually, Sherry, who was married, was found out and she and her husband split up. She and Benny struggled to stay on the straight and narrow until Sherry masterminded a foolproof scheme to give them a comfortable income.
In the incredibly corrupt Anderson County police force, the cops were all working for the sheriff, who ran the local drug business like a fiefdom, he made arrests, confiscated drugs and money, then the evidence would ‘disappear’ and the dealers would get off (no evidence) and then the sheriff would resell the drugs through his network of ‘approved’ sellers and everyone would profit.
So, Sherry & Benny decided to get a cut. They went after dealers, he would pose as a cop (with a badge he bought at a flea market – one I used to go to every weekend during the summers when I was a kid, we may have been there on the same day) and bust and seize the drugs and cash of the dealers in the area.
Their plan was always planned methodically, and Sherry was a stickler for details. They did it for, I think, something like two years without ever getting close to getting caught. Their haul for each job was nice, but they would only pull it off once every few months. So they couldn’t get rich doing it, just live a moderate, middle-class life.
It was genius, in a way, they were small enough to slip under the radar of the crooked police force, but enough that they could do it and live off of it.
Nonetheless, Sherry’s side scams toying with credit card fraud weren’t as lucrative, and got her in some minor trouble. It was when Benny got caught up with some Kentucky boys with the dream of making one big score that things started to get out of hand.
Needless to say, it was when the Kentucky crew got involved that people starting dying, and not just drug dealers, not that that would make it okay, but honest, everyday folks, just trying to live. It got sadder as the story went along, and I went from sorta rooting for Sherry & Benny to actively wanting them to get caught.
It is a perfect lesson on things getting out of hand. Benny came off as an easily swayed powder-keg of violence that could be led to do almost anything. He was usually gentle and kind on his own, but when he was angry, he lost control. Sherry came off as smart, careful, a master at making poor life-choices, and powerless to reign in her ambitious, dim-witted, lover as he got in deeper and deeper with people destined for disaster. She was loyal to a fault to a man who didn’t deserve it.
As for the Kentucky Lawyer, well, the lesson from him is that despite being fabulously wealthy, the thought of millions of dollars in cash in the hands of these dummies seemed to be enough to drive him mad too – but at least he’s the only person that showed some remorse for his part in the drama.
In all, I was riveted by the book. That it was a local story (for most of it anyway, Kentucky is probably too far away to consider local for me, but still…) made it all the more intriguing. I lived here in Knoxville when Benny & Sherry were right down the road in Oak Ridge. Then I moved to Clinton and was there where all the action in Sherry & Benny’s lives took place, even if I was there about 5 years after the fact.
I dunno, it makes the place seem creepier to me in retrospect. Icky.
So, in case you were thinking of getting all murdery in your near future, maybe read this book and see how it ended for those involved. Crime doesn’t pay, people. And when it does, spending $300k in a weeklong party of booze, cocaine, women & cars will probably get you caught.