Long after the boys were asleep, Keith and Dana Schroeder were in the kitchen of their modest, church-owned parsonage in central Topeka. They sat directly across from each other, each with a laptop, notepads, and decaf coffee. The table was littered with materials found on the Internet and printed in the church office. Dinner had been quick, macaroni and cheese, because the boys had homework and the parents were preoccupied1.
Checking online sources, Dana had been unable to confirm Boyette's claim that he had been arrested and jailed in Slone in January 1999. The town's old court records were not available. The bar directory listed 131 lawyers in Slone. She picked ten at random2, called them, said she was with the parole office in Kansas and was checking the background of a Mr. Travis Boyette. Did you ever represent a man by that name? No. Then sorry to disturb you. She did not have the time to call every lawyer, and it seemed futile3 anyway. She planned to call the city court clerk's office first thing Tuesday morning.
After holding Nicole's class ring, Keith had little doubt that Boyette was telling the truth. What if the ring had been stolen before she disappeared? Dana asked. And fenced at a pawnshop? What if? It seemed unlikely Boyette would purchase such a ring from a pawnshop, didn't it? Back and forth4 they went for hours, each questioning every idea the other had.
Much of the material scattered5 around the table came from two Web sites, WeMissYouNikki.com and FreeDonteDrumm.com. Donte's Web site was maintained by the law offices of Mr. Robbie Flak and was far more extensive, active, and professionally done. Nikki's Web site was run by her mother. Neither made the slightest effort at neutrality.
From Donte's, under the tab for Case History, Keith scrolled6 down to the heart of the prosecution's case, The Confession7. The narrative8 began by explaining that it was based on two very different accounts of what happened. The interrogation, which took place over a period of fifteen hours and twelve minutes, proceeded with few interruptions. Donte was allowed to use the restroom three times, and was twice escorted down the hall to another room for polygraph exams. Otherwise, he never left the room, which had the in-house nickname "The Choir9 Room." Sooner or later, the cops liked to say, the suspects start singing.
The first version was based on the official police report. This consisted of notes taken throughout the interrogation by Detective Jim Morrissey. During one three-hour stretch, while Morrissey took a nap on a cot in the locker10 room, the notes were taken by a Detective Nick Needham. The notes were typed into a neat fourteen-page report, which Detectives Kerber, Morrissey, and Needham swore to be the truth, and nothing but. Not a single word in the report suggests the use of threats, lies, promises, trickery, intimidation11, physical abuse, or violations12 of constitutional rights. Indeed, all of the above were denied repeatedly in court by the detectives.
The second version contrasted sharply with the first. The day after his arrest, while Donte was alone in a jail cell, charged with kidnapping, aggravated14 rape15, and capital murder, and while he was slowly recuperating16 from the psychological trauma17 of the interrogation, he recanted his confession. He explained to his lawyer, Robbie Flak, what had happened. Under Flak's direction, Donte began writing his account of the interrogation. When it was finished two days later, it was typed by one of Mr. Flak's legal secretaries. Donte's version was forty-three pages long.
Thus, a summary of the two accounts, with some analysis thrown in.
THE CONFESSION
On December 22, 1998, eighteen days after the disappearance18 of Nicole Yarber, Detectives Drew Kerber and Jim Morrissey of the Slone Police Department drove to the South Side Health Club looking for Donte. The club is frequented by the more serious athletes in the area. Donte worked out there almost every afternoon, after school. He lifted weights and was rehabbing his ankle. He was in superb physical condition and was planning to enroll19 at Sam Houston State University next summer, then try out for the football team as a walk-on.
At approximately 5:00 p.m., as Donte was leaving the club alone, he was approached by Kerber and Morrissey, who introduced themselves in a friendly manner and asked Donte if he would talk to them about Nicole Yarber. Donte agreed, and Kerber suggested they meet at the police station, where they could relax and be more comfortable. Donte was nervous about this, but he also wanted to cooperate fully20. He knew Nicole--he'd helped search for her--but knew nothing about her disappearance, and thought that the meeting at the station would take just a few minutes. He drove himself, in the family's well-used green Ford21 van, to the police station and parked in a visitor's slot. As he walked into the station, he had no idea that he was taking his last steps as a free man. He was eighteen years old, had never been in serious trouble, and had never been subjected to a prolonged police interrogation.
He was checked in at the front desk. His cell phone, wallet, and car keys were taken and put in a locked drawer for "security reasons."
The detectives led him to an interrogation room in the basement of the building. Other officers were around. One, a black policeman in uniform, recognized Donte and said something about football. Once inside the interrogation room, Morrissey offered him something to drink. Donte declined. There was a small rectangular table in the center of the room. Donte sat on one side, both detectives on the other. The room was well lit with no windows. In one corner, a tripod held a video camera, but it was not directed at Donte, as far as he could tell, nor did it appear to be turned on.
Morrissey produced a sheet of paper and explained that Donte needed to understand his Miranda rights. Donte asked if he was a witness or a suspect. The detective explained their procedures required that all persons interrogated22 be informed of their rights. No big deal. Just a formality.
Donte began to feel uncomfortable. He read every word on the paper, and since he had nothing to hide, signed his name, thus waiving23 his right to remain silent and his right to an attorney. It was a fateful, tragic24 decision.
Innocent people are much likelier to waive25 their rights during an interrogation. They know they are innocent, and they want to cooperate with the police to prove their innocence26. Guilty suspects are more inclined not to cooperate. Seasoned criminals laugh at the police and clam28 up.
Morrissey took notes, beginning with the time the "suspect" entered the room--5:25 p.m.
Kerber did most of the talking. The discussion began with a long summary of the football season, the wins, the losses, what went wrong in the play-offs, a coaching change that was the hot rumor29. Kerber seemed truly interested in his future and hoped his ankle healed so he could play in college. Donte expressed confidence that this would happen.
Kerber seemed especially interested in Donte's current weight-lifting program, and asked specific questions about how much he could bench-press, curl, squat30, and deadlift.
There were a lot of questions about him and his family, his academic progress, his work experience, his brief run-in with the law on that marijuana thing when he was sixteen, and after what seemed like an hour, they finally got around to Nicole. The tone changed. The smiles were gone. The questions became more pointed31. How long had he known her? How many classes together? Mutual32 friends? Whom did he date? Who were his girlfriends? Whom did she date? Did he ever date Nicole? No. Did he ever try to date her? No. Did he want to date her? He wanted to date a lot of girls. White girls? Sure, he wanted to, but he didn't. Never dated a white girl? No. Rumor has it that you and Nicole were seeing each other, trying to keep it quiet. Nope. Never met her privately33. Never touched her. But you admit you wanted to date her? I said I wanted to date a lot of girls, white and black, even a couple of Hispanic. So, you love all girls? A lot of them, yes, but not all.
Kerber asked if Donte had participated in any of the searches for Nicole. Yes, Donte and the entire senior class had spent hours looking for her.
They talked about Joey Gamble and some of the other boys Nicole had dated through high school. Kerber repeatedly asked if Donte dated her, or was seeing her on the sly. His questions were more like accusations34, and Donte began to worry.
Roberta Drumm served dinner each night at 7:00, and if for some reason Donte wasn't there, he was expected to call. At 7:00 p.m., Donte asked the detectives if he could leave. Just a few more questions, Kerber said. Donte asked if he could call his mother. No, cell phones were not permitted inside the police station.
After two hours in the room, Kerber finally dropped a bomb. He informed Donte that they had a witness willing to testify that Nicole had confided35 to her close friends that she was seeing Donte and there was a lot of sex involved. But she had to keep it quiet. Her parents would never approve. Her rich father in Dallas would cut off his support and disinherit her. Her church would be scornful. And so on.
There was no such witness, but police are permitted to lie at will during an interrogation.
Donte strongly denied any relationship with Nicole.
And, Kerber went on with his tale, this witness had told them that Nicole was becoming increasingly worried about the affair. She wanted to end it, but that he, Donte, refused to leave her alone. She thought she was being stalked. She thought Donte had become obsessed36 with her.
Donte vehemently37 denied all of this. He demanded to know the identity of this witness, but Kerber said it was all confidential38. Your witness is lying, Donte said over and over.
As with all interrogations, the detectives knew the direction their questions were headed. Donte did not. Abruptly39, Kerber changed subjects and grilled40 Donte about the green Ford van, and how often he drove it, and where, and so on. It had been in the family for years, and it was shared by the Drumm children.
Kerber asked how often Donte drove it to school, to the gym, to the mall, and to several other places frequented by high school students. Did Donte drive it to the mall on the night of December 4, a Friday, the night Nicole disappeared?
No. On the night Nicole disappeared, Donte was at home with his younger sister. His parents were in Dallas at a weekend church convention. Donte was baby-sitting. They ate frozen pizza and watched television in the den13, something his mother did not usually allow. Yes, the green van was parked in the driveway. His parents had taken the family's Buick to Dallas. Neighbors testified that the green van was where he said it was. No one saw it leave during the night. His sister testified that he was with her throughout the night, that he did not leave.
Kerber informed the suspect that they had a witness who saw a green Ford van in the mall parking lot around the time Nicole disappeared. Donte said there was probably more than one such van in Slone. He began asking the detectives if he was a suspect. Do you think I took Nicole? he asked over and over. When it became evident that they did, he grew extremely agitated41. He was also frightened at the thought of being suspected.
Around 9:00 p.m., Roberta Drumm was concerned. Donte rarely missed dinner, and he usually kept his cell phone in his pocket. Her calls to him were going straight to voice mail. She began calling his friends, none of whom knew his whereabouts.
Kerber asked Donte straight-out if he had killed Nicole and disposed of her body. Donte angrily denied this, denied any involvement whatsoever42. Kerber said he didn't believe Donte. The exchanges between the two became tense and the language deteriorated43. Accusations, denials, accusations, denials. At 9:45 p.m., Kerber kicked back his chair and stormed out of the room. Morrissey put down his pen and apologized for Kerber's behavior. He said the guy was under a lot of stress because he was the lead detective and everybody wanted to know what happened to Nicole. There was a chance she was still alive. Plus, Kerber was a hothead who could be overbearing.
It was the classic good-cop, bad-cop routine, and Donte knew exactly what was going on. But since Morrissey was being polite, Donte chatted with him. They did not discuss the case. Donte asked for a soft drink and something to eat, and Morrissey went to get it.
Donte had a good friend by the name of Torrey Pickett. They had played football together since the seventh grade, but Torrey had some legal problems the summer before his junior year. He was caught in a crack-selling sting and sent away. He did not finish high school and was currently working at a grocery store in Slone. The police knew that Torrey clocked out each weeknight at 10:00, when the store closed. Two uniformed officers were waiting. They asked him if he would voluntarily come down to the station and answer some questions about the Nicole Yarber case. He hesitated, and this made the police suspicious. They told him that his buddy44 Donte was already down there and needed his help. Torrey decided45 to go see for himself. He rode in the backseat of a police car. At the station, Torrey was placed in a room two doors down from Donte. The room had a large window with one-way glass so that officers could look in but the suspect could not see them. It was also wired so that the interrogation could be heard on a speaker in the hall. Detective Needham worked alone and asked the usual generic46, noninvasive questions. Torrey quickly waived47 his Miranda rights. Needham soon got to the topic of girls, and who was dating whom and who was fooling around when they were not supposed to be. Torrey claimed he barely knew Nicole, hadn't seen her in years. He scoffed48 at the idea that his pal49 Donte was seeing the girl. After thirty minutes of questioning, Needham left the room. Torrey sat at a table and waited.
Meanwhile, in "The Choir Room," Donte was getting another jolt50. Kerber informed him they had a witness who was willing to testify that Donte and Torrey Pickett grabbed the girl, raped51 her in the back of the green van, then tossed her body off a bridge over the Red River. Donte actually laughed at this lunacy, and his laughter rankled52 Detective Kerber. Donte explained that he was laughing not about a dead girl but at the fantasy that Kerber was putting together. If Kerber really had a witness, then he, Kerber, was foolish for believing the lying idiot. The two men called each other liars53, among other things. A bad situation became even uglier.
Suddenly Needham opened the door and informed Kerber and Morrissey that they had Torrey Pickett "in custody54." This news was so exciting that Kerber jumped to his feet and left the room again.
Moments later he was back. He resumed the same line of questioning and accused Donte of the murder. When Donte denied everything, Kerber accused him of lying. He claimed to know for a fact that Donte and Torrey Pickett raped and killed the girl, and if Donte wanted to prove his innocence, then they should start with a polygraph. A lie-detector test. It was foolproof, clear evidence, admissible in court, and so on. Donte was immediately suspicious of the test, but at the same time thought it might be a good idea, a quick way to end this foolishness. He knew he was innocent. He knew he could pass the test, and in doing so, he could get Kerber off his back before things got worse. He agreed to an exam.
Under the stress of police questioning, innocent people are far likelier to agree to a polygraph. They have nothing to hide and they're desperate to prove it. Guilty suspects rarely consent to the exams, and for obvious reasons.
Donte was led to another room and introduced to a Detective Ferguson, who'd been at home asleep an hour earlier when Detective Needham called. Ferguson was the department's polygraph expert, and he insisted that Kerber, Morrissey, and Needham leave the room. Ferguson was extremely polite, soft-spoken, even apologetic for putting Donte through the process. He explained everything, ran through the paperwork, rigged up the machine, and began asking Donte about his involvement in the Nicole Yarber matter. This went on for about an hour.
When Ferguson finished, he explained that it would be a few minutes before he could digest the results. Donte was taken back to "The Choir Room."
The results clearly showed that Donte was telling the truth. However, the law, as decided by the U.S. Supreme56 Court, permits the police to engage in a wide range of deceptive57 practices during interrogations. They can lie at will.
When Kerber returned to "The Choir Room," he was holding the graph paper from the test. He threw it at Donte, hitting him in the face, and called him a "lyin' son of a bitch!" Now they had proof that he was lying! They had clear evidence that he snatched his ex-lover, raped her, killed her in a fit of rage, and threw her off a bridge. Kerber picked up the graph paper, shook it in Donte's face, and promised him that when the jury saw the results of the test, they would find him guilty and give him death. You're looking at the needle, Kerber said over and over.
Another lie. Polygraphs are so famously unreliable that their results are never admitted in court.
Donte was stunned58. He felt faint. He was bewildered and struggled to find words. Kerber relaxed and took his seat across the table. He said that in many cases involving horrible crimes, especially those committed by good, decent folks--noncriminals--the killer59 subconsciously60 erases61 the act from his memory. He just "blocks it out." This is quite common, and he, Detective Kerber, because of his extensive training and vast experience, had seen this many times. He suspected that Donte was quite fond of Nicole, maybe even in love, and did not plan to harm her. Things got out of control. She was dead before he realized it. Then he was in shock at what he'd done, and the guilt27 was crushing. So he tried to block it out.
Donte continued to deny everything. He was exhausted62 and laid his head on the table. Kerber slapped the table violently, startling his suspect. He again accused Donte of the crime, said they had the witnesses and the proof, and that he would be dead within five years. Texas prosecutors63 know how to streamline64 the system so that the executions are not delayed.
Kerber asked Donte to just imagine his mother, sitting in the witness room, waving at him for the last time, crying her eyes out, as they strapped65 him down and adjusted the chemicals. You're a dead man, he said more than once. But there was an option. If Donte would come clean, tell them what happened, make a full confession, then he, Kerber, would guarantee that the state would not seek the death penalty. Donte would get life with no parole, which was no piece of cake, but at least he could write letters to his mom and see her twice a month.
Such threats of death and promises of leniency66 are unconstitutional, and the police know it. Both Kerber and Morrissey denied using these tactics. Not surprisingly, Morrissey's notes make no reference to threats or promises. Nor do they accurately67 record the time and sequence of events. Donte did not have access to a pen and paper and, after five hours of interrogation, lost track of time.
Around midnight, Detective Needham opened the door and announced, "Pickett's talking." Kerber smiled at Morrissey, then left in another dramatic exit.
Pickett was alone in his locked room, fuming68 because he'd been forgotten. He had not seen or spoken to anyone in over an hour.
Riley Drumm found his green van parked at the city jail. He'd been driving the streets and was relieved to find the van. He was also concerned about his son and what kind of trouble he was in. The Slone City Jail is next door, and attached, to the police department. Riley went to the jail first and, after some confusion, was told that his son was not behind bars. He had not been processed. There were sixty-two prisoners back there, none by the name of Donte Drumm. The jailer, a younger white officer, recognized Donte's name and was as helpful as possible. He suggested that Mr. Drumm check next door with the police department. This he did, and it too proved confusing and frustrating69. It was 12:40 a.m. and the front door was locked. Riley called his wife with an update, then he pondered how to get inside the building. After a few minutes, a patrol car parked nearby, and two uniformed officers emerged. They spoke55 to Riley Drumm, who explained why he was there. He followed them inside and took a seat in the lobby. The two officers left in search of his son. Half an hour passed before they reappeared and said that Donte was being questioned. About what? Why? The officers did not know. Riley began waiting. At least the boy was safe.
The first crack occurred when Kerber produced a color eight-by-ten photo of Nicole. Weary, alone, frightened, uncertain, and overwhelmed, Donte took one look at her pretty face and began crying. Kerber and Morrissey exchanged confident smiles.
Donte wept for several minutes, then asked to use the restroom. They escorted him down the hall, stopping at the window so he could see Torrey Pickett sitting at a table, holding a pen, writing on a legal pad. Donte stared in disbelief, even shook his head and mumbled70 something to himself.
Torrey wrote a one-page summary in which he denied knowing anything about Nicole Yarber's disappearance. The summary was somehow misplaced by the Slone Police Department and has never been seen.
Back in "The Choir Room," Kerber informed Donte that his pal Torrey had signed a statement in which he swore, under oath, that Donte was seeing Nicole, that he was crazy about her, but she was worried about the consequences and trying to break up. Donte was desperate and stalking the girl. Torrey was afraid he might hurt her.
As Kerber delivered this latest series of lies, he read from a sheet of paper, as if it were Torrey's statement. Donte closed his eyes, shook his head, and tried to understand what was happening. But his thoughts were much slower now, his reaction time deadened by fatigue71 and fear.
He asked if he could leave, and Kerber yelled at him. The detective cursed him and said no, he could not leave, because he was their prime suspect. He was their man. They had the proof. Donte asked if he needed a lawyer, and Kerber said of course not. A lawyer can't change the facts. A lawyer can't bring back Nicole. A lawyer can't save your life, Donte, but we can.
Morrissey's notes make no reference to the discussion about lawyers.
At 2:20 a.m., Torrey Pickett was allowed to leave. Detective Needham led him through a side door so he would not bump into Mr. Drumm in the lobby. The detectives in the basement had been warned that the defendant's father was in the building and wanted to see him. This was denied under oath at several hearings.
Morrissey began to fade and was replaced by Needham. For the next three hours, while Morrissey napped, Needham took notes. Kerber showed no signs of slowing down. As he hammered away at the suspect, he seemed to energize72 himself. He was about to break the suspect, solve the case, and become the hero. He offered Donte another crack at the polygraph, this one to be limited solely73 to the question of his whereabouts on Friday, December 4, at approximately 10:00 p.m. Donte's first reaction was to say no, to distrust the machine, but such wisdom was overridden74 by the desire to get out of the room. Just get away from Kerber. Anything to get the psycho out of his face.
Detective Ferguson hooked him up to the machine again and asked a few questions. The polygraph made its noises, its graph paper slowly rolled out. Donte stared at it without a clue, but something told him the results would not be good.
Again, the results proved he was telling the truth. He was at home that Friday, babysitting, and he never left.
But the truth was not important. While he was away, Kerber moved his chair to a corner, as far from the door as possible. When Donte returned, he took his place and Kerber pulled his chair close so that their knees were practically touching75. He began cursing Donte again, telling him he had not only flunked76 the second polygraph but "severely77 flunked" it. For the first time, he touched Donte, by jabbing his right index finger into his chest. Donte slapped his hand away and was ready to fight, when Needham stepped forward with a Taser. The detective seemed anxious to give it a try, but did not. Both cops cursed and threatened Donte.
The jabbing continued, along with the nonstop accusations and threats. Donte realized he would not be allowed to leave until he gave the cops what they wanted. And maybe they were right after all. They seemed so certain about what happened. They were convinced beyond any doubt that he was involved. His own friend was saying that he and Nicole were involved in a relationship. And the polygraphs--what would the jury think when they learned that he had lied? Donte was doubting himself and his own memory. What if he had blacked out and erased78 the terrible deed? And he really didn't want to die, not then, not five or ten years down the road.
At 4:00 a.m., Riley Drumm left the police station and went home. He tried to sleep but could not. Roberta made coffee and they worried and waited for sunrise, as if things would clear up then.
Kerber and Needham took a break at 4:30 a.m. When they were alone in the hallway, Kerber said, "He's ready."
A few minutes later, Needham opened the door quietly and peeked79 in. Donte was lying on the floor, sobbing80.
They took him a doughnut and a soft drink and resumed the interrogation. A revelation slowly came over Donte. Since he could not leave until he gave them their story, and since he would, at that moment, confess to killing81 his own mother, why not play along? Nicole would turn up soon enough, dead or alive, and this would solve the mystery. The police would look like fools for verbally beating a confession out of him. Some farmer or hunter would stumble over her remains82, and these clowns would be exposed. Donte would be vindicated83, freed, and everyone would feel sorry for him.
Twelve hours after the interrogation began, he looked at Kerber and said, "Give me a few minutes, and I'll tell you everything."
After the break, Kerber helped him fill in the blanks. He had sneaked84 out of the house after his sister was asleep. He was desperate to see Nicole because she was pushing him away, trying to break off their affair. He knew Nicole was at the movies with friends. He drove there, alone, in the green Ford van. He confronted her in the parking lot near her car. She agreed to get in. They drove around Slone, then into the countryside. He wanted sex, she said no. They were finished. He tried to force himself on her and she fought back. He forced her into sex, but it wasn't enjoyable. She scratched him, even drew blood. The attack turned ugly. He flew into a rage, began to choke her, and he couldn't stop, didn't stop until it was too late. Then he panicked. He had to do something with her. He yelled at her back in the rear of the van, but she never responded. He drove north, toward Oklahoma. He'd lost track of time, then realized that dawn was approaching. He had to get home. He had to get rid of her body. On the Route 244 bridge over the Red River, at approximately 6:00, on the morning of December 5, he stopped the van. It was still dark, she was still very dead. He tossed her over and waited until he heard the sickening splash below. He cried all the way back to Slone.
For three hours, Kerber coached him, prodded85 him, corrected him, cursed him, reminded him to tell the truth. The details had to be perfect, Kerber kept saying. At 8:21 a.m., the video camera was finally turned on. A wiped-out, stone-faced Donte Drumm sat at the table with a fresh soft drink and doughnut in front of him, visible so that their hospitality could be shown.
The video ran for seventeen minutes, and would send him to death row.
Donte was charged with abduction, aggravated rape, and capital murder. He was taken to a cell where he promptly86 fell asleep.
At 9:00 a.m., the chief of police, along with the district attorney, Mr. Paul Koffee, held a press conference to announce the Nicole Yarber case had been solved. Sadly, one of Slone's former football heroes, Donte Drumm, had confessed to the murder. Other witnesses verified his involvement. Sympathies to her family.
The confession was attacked immediately. Donte recanted and his attorney, Robbie Flak, went public with a scathing87 condemnation88 of the police and their tactics. Months later, the defense89 lawyers filed motions to suppress the confession, and the suppression hearing lasted for a week. Kerber, Morrissey, and Needham testified at length, and their testimony90 was hotly challenged by the defense. They steadfastly91 denied using threats, promises, or intimidation. They specifically denied using the death penalty as a means to frighten Donte into cooperating. They denied verbally abusing the suspect or pushing him to the point of exhaustion92 and collapse93. They denied that Donte had ever mentioned a lawyer, or that he wanted to terminate the interrogation and go home. They denied any knowledge of his father's presence at the station and his desire to see his son. They denied the fact that their own polygraph tests showed clear evidence of truthfulness94, but instead testified that the results were "inconclusive," in their opinions. They denied any trickery with the alleged95 statement of Torrey Pickett. Pickett testified on Donte's behalf and denied telling the police anything about an affair between Donte and Nicole.
The trial judge expressed grave concerns about the confession, but not grave enough to exclude it from the trial. She refused to suppress it, and it was later shown to the jury. Donte watched it as if he were watching a different person. No one has ever seriously questioned the fact that it guaranteed his conviction.
The confession was attacked again on appeal, but the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals unanimously affirmed the conviction and death sentence.
When Keith was finished, he left the table and went to the bathroom. He had the feeling that he had just been interrogated. It was well after midnight. Sleep would be impossible.
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