WINNER: American Book Fest Award for True Crime: Non-Fiction!
Maybe the youngest son of a violent criminal named Hoggy Thompson was born a beast. Maybe rage was beaten into him.
One thing was certain, by the time he reached manhood, Jerry Thompson was a savage killer. He had no conscience about rape, child molestation, or thrashing a dozen men in a prison fight. Once he got his hands on a gun, any target would do. He didn’t leave witnesses.
When he terrorized an entire courtroom and offered to rip deputy prosecutor Larry Sells apart, people wondered if there would ever be a way to stop his viciousness.
Now from the authors of bestselling true crime, RACE TO JUSTICE, comes an even more frightening story of a monster and what it took to defeat him once and for all.
From The Book:
It was the end of the workday at Hillis Auto Sales when Thompson and Percy arrived on March 14, 1991. The place was near Percy’s job and he wanted to look at a black Riviera. Thompson remained outside while Percy went into the sales office. The two salesmen inside were snug at their desks, avoiding the door and the March weather outside it. They offered Percy the key to the car and invited him to inspect it.
Percy looked over the car and liked it, but felt that the price was a little high. He discovered a flaw, a leaking gasket, and tried to barter down the price. The two salesmen laughed him off, saying they could easily fix such a small problem.
Percy returned their key but went out to look over the car again and consider it some more. Then he saw Thompson going into the office and decided to follow. Maybe his buddy could work a deal for him.
Thompson stepped through the door with Percy behind him and fired the nine-millimeter handgun at the first man behind his desk. It took several shots to kill him. The second man dove to the floor, but Thompson leaned down and shot him in the face.
While the men’s hearts fluttered with final beats, Thompson grappled with their bodies, seizing wallets and keys from their pockets. He threw these items into the center of the floor and ordered Percy to pick them up. “Open up that file cabinet, see if there’s money in there.” Percy obeyed quickly. The drawers did not stick as Crandall’s refrigerator had, but he found no other cash. The two drove away in Thompson’s El Dorado.
“No witnesses, no problems.” Thompson’s mantra was supposed to be reassuring to the smaller man, but Percy felt the shadow of his own death coming. There was one witness. Him. And he cowered, wondering when his neck would be broken, when his body would be ripped apart with bullets.