After that, Bill Bradfield composed a list of likely questions, and answers to same.
Question: Would you say that Mr. Bradfield suspected that Mrs. Reinert would be killed?
Answer: No. He was worried about her, concerned for her. He told me he wished she’d go abroad or something. I think he said he wrote a recommendation for her for a job.
Question: Did Mr. Bradfield say Smith told him of killing her?
Answer: No. Robbing? No. Drugs? No. Kinky sex? No. Illegal firearms? No.
Question: Did Mr. Bradfield ever show you firearms which he said were Smith’s?
Answer: No.
Question: Did you and Mr. Bradfield ever plan to kill Smith?
Answer: Kill him? No, of course not.
The second page of the script listed many more questions and the answers were supposed to be obvious to a man of Chris’s accomplishments.
Did Mr. Bradfield ever spend the night at Mrs. Reinert’s?
Did Mrs. Reinert visit Mr. Bradfield at Annapolis in 1978?
Did Mr. Bradfield ever tell you about Dr. Smith?
Did Mr. Bradfield ever mention Dr. Smith in connection with any murder or robbery?
Were you involved in the making of a silencer?
Did you ever take out a storage bin?
Did you ever take out a safety deposit box?
Did Mr. Bradfield ever show you a large sum of cash money?
Where have you obtained the money you recently spent on lawyers, bail, etc.?
Did you think Mrs. Reinert was going to be killed on the weekend of June 22nd?
Did Mr. Bradfield seem to think so?
Did you know of Mr. Bradfield and Shelly sharing motel rooms?
Did you know of any romantic involvement between Mr. Bradfield and Shelly?
What is the relationship between Mr. Bradfield and Rachel?
Did Mr. Bradfield order you to go to the shore that weekend?
Did you speak to Mr. Valaitis in reference to Dr. Smith?
Did Mr. Bradfield instruct or influence you?
The last question was almost too much, even for a disciple as dedicated and earnest as Chris Pappas.
And then Chris wrote some of his answers on the margin of the scenario. His dialogue wasn’t so hot either, but he mollified his pal.
I’ll fight that in court. She’s nuts. Delete “pissed off at.”
Bill Bradfield warned Chris that the FBI might try to make something of his past relationship with Tom, the homosexual lodger, but Chris thought they should be worrying about things other than homosexual innuendo.
Bill Bradfield said to Chris Pappas, “Sometimes I think I’ve been pathological about women. Sometimes I think I’ve used them, and that I didn’t try very hard for a lasting relationship.”
Chris Pappas immediately thought of a book by the daughter of Ezra Pound who wrote of her fathers philandering.
As though he was reading Chris’s mind, Bill Bradfield said, “You know, if I went to jail, abandoned and scorned by all those I’ve loved, I’d use the time for study. Maybe I’d even come to enjoy the solitude.”
Chris Pappas thought of Ezra Pound himself, confined first in jail then in an asylum: disgraced, vilified, abandoned by his friends.
He didn’t want to think that this was what it was all about! He didn’t want to go to state prison because William Bradfield wanted to be Ezra Pound!
Chris Pappas’s chest felt like a round cage with a pigeon fluttering inside. Now the bird was pecking at his guts. He was welcoming home the long-gone childhood ulcer.
Chris wanted to talk to somebody. At that moment he knew that he’d eventually be calling the FBI.
When Sue Myers locked out Bill Bradfield, she wouldn’t give him anything but his clothes. She even kept the five thousand books. Among the other things she held on to were documents that he thought were safe from her prying eyes.
One warm autumn day Sue Myers invited Chris to come and “look over some things.”
Maybe she sensed that Chris was already talking to the FBI or getting ready to do it. She gave him some papers and asked him to take them home to determine if they were “important.”
Bill Bradfield had always underestimated Sue Myers. She didn’t miss a whole lot. She knew what she was giving Chris was meaningful and she probably knew what he’d do with it.
When Chris decided to call the task force it was ten times better than when Vince Valaitis had done it. Chris Pappas knew so much more. Chris had been involved in all the activity that was in itself illegal, all the business with weapons and money.
When Chris talked, he implicated Shelly in criminal activity, since she’d kept the money hidden and had disposed of a gun with a silencer. Best of all, Chris and Shelly had both heard a whole lot of talk about Jay Smith, and some of it could be corroborated by physical evidence. Chris Pappas started cleaning out his chamber of horrors and his file boxes.
As the relationship between Christopher Pappas and the authorities blossomed, Chris gave them documents he’d received from both Sue Myers and Bill Bradfield.
One of the documents was a note in Bill Bradfields own hand wherein he made his list of things that had to be addressed in the event of a grand jury probe.
That list included potential witnesses and friends of Susan Reinert, and things to worry about:
Letters stolen. Mail fraud. Fingerprints on money. I was there during insurance man’s call. Visits to New York. Calls to New York and from. Visits to Annapolis. Calls to and from Annapolis. Overnight depositions. Sharon Lee. Pat Schnure. Girls. Pamela, Susan, Rachel, Shelly, Cathy. Unorthodox life. Cuba-killing. Bank deposit slips. Names. Handwriting. No partial fingerprints on car. Shelly and motel. Rachel and room. Calls from Annapolis and to Annapolis. Sailing course. In Reinerts room constantly. Reinerts books in my bookcase. Car missing. Depositions. Smith. FBI. Reinerts people. Vince. Gun. St. Davids. Lured and killed kids and taped her.
Latent fingerprints are a lot trickier than most people realize. They’re rarely indentifiable if a surface is not hard and clean, and are seldom left at all unless there’s an abundance of body secretions, such as sweat and oil, on the fingers. Actually, the task force was never able to get a single indentifiable lift of Bill Bradfields fingerprints from Susan Reinerts house.
So it was awfully decent of him to let them know that he’d been in there “constantly,” the feds remarked.
Joe VanNort’s grin got as lopsided as a Cuban election and he said, “Bradfields even got a big mouth on paper!”
But if the note was another little link in the circumstantial chain, the next document provided them with a foot of case-hardened steel complete with lock and keys.
It was typed yellow lined paper and bore no handwriting at all. It was inside an envelope with the typed address of William Bradfield at Upper Merion Senior High School.
It had been written to Bill Bradfield two years earlier at about the time that he had had the dream that he’d met Jay Smith at the shore while going to Fred Wattenmaker’s house.
The letter began:
In place of VF phones. If contact is necessary, use: 265-9633, or 265-9634 or 265-9635.
These three phones are located inside the Sheraton and are available 24 hours. VF phones are not, as park closes after dark.
Before I leave to go to the phones, if I think I heard the signal, I will take my phone off the hook. After an interval a call to my home phone will give a busy signal since it’s off the hook. This will indicate I heard the signal and I am on my way.
Big problems re last two weeks of August 1977.
I went to see Fred W. if possible on Saturday, August 27th to kill a couple of birds.
1. McKinley to discuss some confidential problems re coaching.
2. Fred W. to see his new house. I’d promised him this.
3. See more of S. Jersey other than shore as lack of such data was hurting in job seeking.