year that i played. jimmy grew up in the shadow of his father, big jim, a giant of a man who was a cop, fireman and hero to his son. he is my best friend, you know, my backbone in pretty much everything i did. but all of keene s grand potential would be put in peril by a terrible choice he made as a teenager. he began selling drugs. he started small, pedaling bags of marijuana in this kankakee park, then expanded to cocaine. at the tender age of 17, he moved to chicago where the business and profits exploded. he was now a big fish in a bigger pond. lake michigan to be exact. he was his own in crowd, fast cars, faster women, and souped up living. all the hot spots, nightclubs, owners i was in tight with. i would come in and have carte blanche every place i went to. were you feeling invincible? there was a point there was
eventually for me to crack into his psyche. even though the goal was tricia s body, jimmy decided to ask first about something already public knowledge. hall s conviction in the jessie roach case. jimmy fibbed his mother lived near wabash and read about jessie s case and other stories involving hall. she gets that newspaper from that hometown where you re from. i said all the newspaper stories say you killed multiple women. that was a big risk though. it all was a big risk. i said larry, i don t care what you re in here for, be honest to me, that s all. tell me what happened. i m still going to be your friend no matter what. i said i had girls do me wrong in my life, i understand how girls can get under your skin and be bothersome to you. jimmy pressed hall about roach. at last, hall began to open up recalling that september day in 1993. he was driving a back country road, seen her walking her bicycle. hall then told jimmy exactly how he abducted and killed jessie.
a hold of her. the deal was, they would have me out in 24 hours. they had your back. they had my back. least that s what you thought. that s what i thought. when keene s mission began, it was all about him, his shot at freedom. he had few feelings, if any, about tricia reitler or her family. all he wanted was to get in and out with tricia s location and as fast as possible. day one, breakfast in the mess hall. jimmy zeroed in on larry hall. i was waiting with my tray, look over, there he is, 20, 25 feet from me, sitting there all by himself. it felt like a magnet was compelling me to come to him. finally i bumped shoulders with him on purpose. jimmy explained he was a brand new inmate needing directions to the library. hall obliged. kind of slapped him on the shoulder, said thanks a lot, i appreciate that from a cool guy like you. after that, they occasionally talked.
twin brother. he said larry carved that falcoh in the woodshop at the springfield prison, then mailed it to their mother.d i showed a photo of that falconi to beaumont and jimmy. what s it like for you to sen that after all these years? it s definitely bizarre, but it s also reassuring to me, lester, i ll tell you why. now these falcons backs everything i said. that s exactly what it looked like. after becoming a free man in 1999, jimmy got to spend five more years with a father he idolized before big jim passed away. and he s kept his nose clean, not wasting his incredible opportunity. he sees the hall experience as something that gave him a second chance at life. he s done well in real estate and co-wrote a book, in with the devil, that tells jimmy s
expecting troops to come marching in. didn t quite work that way. what he couldn t know was his fbi contact didn t get his voice mail, and his one inside contact, the chief psychiatrist, was on vacation. then you got full of yourself, didn t you. i did. i went back to my cell, was happy. 24 hours they said they would have me out of here, i got what they need, this was it. i went across to his cell there. impulsively, jimmy decided he couldn t leave prison without giving his fake friend a piece of his mind. the repulsiveness i felt through the whole time i had to stay being his friend, the disdain and dislike i had for him, i thought it was good for me to unload on him, tell him what i thought of him and who he really was. i said i m going home tomorrow, larry. i said you re a crazy killer. i started calling him everything you could think of. with that, jimmy returned to