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Recently Chuck Starkweather's world began to close in again. He was fired for laziness from a $7-a-day job on a garbage truck, locked out of his rented room until back rent was paid, forbidden to see chubby, 14-year-old Caril Fugate, to whom he had proposed at least three times. Last fortnight Starkweather decided to get even. Before he was stopped, he had shot, stabbed or clubbed ten people to death, and Lincoln (pop. 120,000) shivered through a two-day panic...
...Everybody Is Sick." Starkweather's battle started at the one-story frame house in Lincoln's rundown Belmont section, where Caril lived with her mother, stepfather and two-year-old half sister. For several days relatives noticed an unnatural stillness around the house; twice they came to find out why. Caril turned them away at the door, reported the family ill. Detectives called to investigate, found no one home, a note on the door: "Stay away. Everybody is sick with the flu. Miss Bartlett." Still concerned, the family came back. A search turned up not sickness but murder...
Police flashed a pickup for Chuck and Caril, and for Starkweather's prize possession, a souped-up 1949 Ford. The message went out too late. Four hours earlier the couple, in blue jeans and jackets, drove into a service station on Highway 77, bought 45? worth of gas, a box of .410 shotgun shells and two boxes of .225. They sped on toward the farming hamlet of Bennet (pop. 350), 16 miles southeast of Lincoln. Starkweather needed a hideout, knew that two miles outside Bennet nestled the neat white farmhouse of 70-year-old August Meyer, an old family...
...help. Starkweather shot both through the head with his .22 rifle, pushed their blue-jeaned bodies into an abandoned storm cellar near by. He drove up to Meyer's house, killed him with one .410-gauge shotgun blast, stuffed the body in a washhouse. Then he and Caril headed back to Lincoln, tossed Jensen's schoolbooks out the car window as they rode...