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If you have missed any parts of Taxi Murders the Novel, they are archived
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Taxi Murders the Novel -- Chapter 10
Billy Reese Smythe
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Taxi Murders the Novel Chapter 10
Billy Reese Smythe   "fire kills kids"

"Everyday is the day after something . . ."


Year of the Fire

January 7, 1976 was the next day after a Gainesville trailer fire killed
three of five children living in a doublewide at the Gully Hollow Trailer
Court.

Everybody knew life in the hollow was shit. No one really picked up the
garbage or got rid of the abandoned cars and trucks that littered the
grounds. No one cared how the slime pit looked. Perhaps they liked that the
trailer park strung between a garbage dump and a swamp sat like a wart on a
drunk's nose.

Billy Reese, a local drug addict, pimp and pusher was said to have rescued
two of his kids from the fire.

It is true that Billy Reese Symthe was badly burned saving Laurie, 11 and
his own daughter, Beatrice, 4. Drunk, he was incoherent immediately after
the fire, but he staggered out bringing the children to safety. That was
the story Billy had told the police and the one that the local newspaper
had printed.

Laurie backed up her stepfather hugging the man as he stood still half
drunk in the shadow of the police cars and fire trucks. Billy didn't know
at the time that Laurie had set the fire and that Billy had a hardon.



2.
Billy Reese was a pedophile and a child smut peddler. When he was drunk or
not he sexually abused all the children in the household. He slept with the
11 year old twins Laurie and Ariel. They were "his girls" as he put it.

Helena, mother of the children, participated in the outrage. Billy made one
his livings selling child porn. He sold smack, nose candy and weed for fun,
he said. Billy was a popular drug dealer and the butt of jokes about his
teenage girlfriends.

They didn't know he fucked children too. Some of the folks would have been,
one suspects pissed off if they had known. Perhaps not. Silence like race
was in those days an invisible shield that protected perps.

Once a month Billy met a guy in Gainesville who took him to a warehouse
where the sick pictures were taken.

Ariel complained about the hard work but Billy favoring Ariel blamed
Laurie. He kept the girls and their mother quiet by buying them fancy
clothes and things. He used his hands when necessary to impose his charm.
Both girls worked hard to please Billy. What else did they know? He beat
Laurie but not Ariel if they acted out.

Laurie fucked up and jealous by the "attention" Billy gave to her twin
sister played with fire to quiet her upsets.

Dropping matches into a garbage pail, mesmerized by the smell of the
burning paper, Laurie did not expect the fire to spread to the newspapers
behind the grease cans under the sink.

When the fire exploded, Laurie woke Billy. She could not get to the other
children. Beatrice was sleeping with Billy. She led the drunken man and her
sister to safety.

Laurie repressed the memory of starting the fire, but she supported the
myth that Billy had saved them.

At the local bar where Billy drank some proclaimed Billy the hero. That was
hard for others to take given Billy's reputation for malingering and drugs.
Two years earlier, a fifteen-year old had claimed that Billy was the father
of her baby. Folks at the bar didn't know that Billy filmed child porn. He
got away with the paternity case because the teenager was not popular. It
had been assumed the girl was a slut.

After "the fire," bullshit at the bar shifted and blamed Billy. Someone had
to be held responsible. After all, Billy had been the babysitter. One lady
noted. "If Billy weren't such a lazy ass and out working like a man should
them kids be alive I reckon."

Another blamed the mother. She should know not to let the children alone.
Where the hell was she. Pat Parson's bought gas that morning at the WA-WA
and claimed he had not seen her there. Where was she when the fire started?
Who was she fucking? The rental agent at the trailer court claimed Billy
wasn't that bad a guy. He's the one, he claimed, who paid the rent.

They're both fucked up drug addicts Alice Miller said. Money's got to come
from so no account thing.

Sgt Whyatt, the local cop, who drank at the bar compared the fire to the
recent Florida Governor Scandal. Context is important to crime and
punishment. Seems this actor and brother to the former Governor of Florida,
Donald Hall, had been convicted for murdering the nineteen-year old
boyfriend of his fifteen-year old daughter.

Daughter testified that her father had raped her when she was seven. "We
fucked for years," the daughter cried on the witness stand.

"When I started to fuck other guys, my dad couldn't take it. He murdered
Ronnie and beat the shit out of me when he caught us fucking."

Daughter claimed that her mother joined them when she fucked her father.
Consensus: both parents were shits, but what can anyone do about it.

Why should they? They realized they weren't much better than Billy and
Helena. Shame the kids are always the ones to get it in the neck June who
stripped at the porno joint said, and that seemed to quiet the conversation
at least for that day. "I fucked Billy she shouted. He ain't no good.
Couldn't keep it up with me at least. I know what those kids go through.
Had two abortions by the time I was sixteen. My "Daddy" got away with it as
long as he kept it in the family. Billy is the same kind of shit. Maybe
worse."

Scandal made the front pages sizzle, but in the trailer park hollow, "THAT
FIRE" as it came to be called eventually became the defining news for 1976.
If you really looked at Billy and how he and Helena lived, you knew the
kids had to be fucked up. You might expect the low life Billy Reese to get
off on children considering how he pawed at them, but there were always
skeptics.

"Fuck, Billy has every cunt in the country after his ass, one guy sitting
at the bar said, as he drank his beer and guzzled a cheeseburger too fast.
"Honest, I don't blame Billy too much. He likes them cherry. Shit we all
do. Don't blame him."

"Those Kids better off dead," the Gully Bar's bartender/owner Jay said,
downing a shot.

The mother works hard stocking shelves, Jane Willis, a woman about 55
offered.

"She's not a bad woman. Works hard. Don't you think that lady had enough
shit in her life? Why we making it worse with our bullshit. After all, she
was at work. Billy was supposed to watching them kids -- not sleeping off
his drunk or fucking Nancy Megan's slut of a  daughter. God, that kid can't
be more than fifteen. I seen her with him making out in his car one Sunday
downtown.

"Fuck your ugly ass Jane," a tall man balance on one leg playing pool said.

"The Mother's a slut. Somebody better put her in jail. I know that for a
fact. She blew me in this bar for twenty just last week, and she wasn't
even drunk. The Bitch didn't even swallow. Ripped me off."

"What about that fuck Billy," the barmaid said disgusted pulling a drag on
her cigarette. "He is a real shit, but he knows to keep his hands off me or
my kids. If I saw him with mine he'd have no dick."

"What the fuck do you know Bitch," the bartender said pouring drinks one
after another spilling the booze.

"Who the fuck asked you," the bartended shouted at the barmaid. Clean up
the fucken tables and keep your fucken mouth shut."

"Fuck you," the barmaid said, sitting down. "I am on fucken break. You run
the place, moron," she glowered at the barkeep pulling her top down trying
to cover her bare belly. "Stop staring at me, you pervert before I decorate
your ugly face." Picking up a knife at the bar she waved it and then sat
down muttering. "I got to get me a new job. Place sucks."

"That fucken Billy's no hero, shit," May Lynn, a dark handsome woman
wearing a hardly nothing top and shorts cut to expose her cunt in the best
ways possible said, but we sure like the shit he sells. We are all liars if
you ask me?"

"Who'd fuck you May," some old dude shot out as he carefully got off his
stool. "You been sucking your daddy's dick for years," the coot snickered.

"I heard Billy's badly burned. Cops got him."

"No, he's back home living with one of his hookers while Helena's in the
nut house. Got her locked down somewhere."

"They deserve each other. Nothing is ever fair," you know that, the barmaid
spoke up more sad than angry. "They should take him out behind that jail
and blow his brains out. I'd do it in a fucken minute if they let me."

"Shit, how they get Billy's cock out of Helena," an old woman drinking
shots at a table said. "Had to do surgery," she spat as she got up and
staggered towards the door. "Think I'm gonna be sick. Thinking of that man
fucking turn anyone's stomach."

Finally, just before the talked turned to the baseball games and stock car
races, a girl, about sixteen, just barely old enough to drive said. "I hear
the oldest girl fucked up them kids. That's what my cousin said anyway, but
my relative's a fucken liar." Works for the Sheriff. She sucks enough
dick."

"What the fuck you know girl, the bartender scratching his head pounded a
night stick against the bar, turning to this guy about 40, bartender said.

"Get your whore fucken girlfriend out of here, Stoke. She's not legal and
cops are 'round."

Stoke menacing the bartender told him "shut the fuck up or he would have to
have the splinters removed by a dentist.

"I own these fucken cops," he added. "My girl's old enough when I let her
blow you when you whine that you ain't got any lately. Next time I will
charge you double."

"Fuck you. Fuck Reese. Fuck the whore of a mother," the bartender rang up
the cash register shouting his curses pounding the keys to the old register
in time with the down beat. Putting the bills in a paper bag the regulars
knew the bar would soon close.

"Now all of you get the fuck out of here. Go fuck up another place. Last
call."













END

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