FRIDAY THE 13TH (MORNING) (PART 2)

It was 7:20 in the morning when the first 911 call came into the Ozaukee County Sheriff's office. A middle-aged man who regularly biked through Waubedonia park each morning with his unleased dog had called from his cell phone. The man had just stepped off his bike and was beginning to comprehend the horror that was in front of him when his dog ran up to him with Brenda Bonk's scalp in its mouth.

Seven minutes later Officer William Donaldson arrived on the scene. Right away he knew this matter was over his head. He immediately called the Wisconsin State Police and let them know that he had a particularly gruesome double homicide on his hands.

In spite of the fact that Fredonia had roughly 2000 people, word spread rather quickly. Within 20 minutes of Donaldson's arrival, curious onlookers began to arrive in droves. Donaldson tried in vain to keep them at bay. But his efforts were futile as the local residents trampled the crime scene in order to get a better look at the carnage that had happened several hours earlier.

Behind the gathering crowd of people was Old Pete. Pete was in his late-80's and looked every bit his age. Although the label of "town drunk" was something that generally wasn't heard of anymore, if Fredonia had a resident who could fall into that category, in spite of his age, it was Old Pete. Old Pete could often be found hanging out at Mr. Fritz's Bar on Fredonia Avenue - the main street in town. In the summertime Old Pete was a fixture at Mr. Fritz's, often sitting in a chair out front or on the side porch, watching the day go by. Old pete was the uncle of the current owner, and was more-or-less allowed to loiter. Most of the time he kept to himself and didn't bother anyone.



As Old Pete strained his neck to peer over the shoulders of the other onlookers, a look of fear crossed his face. He stepped back, looked around, paying close attention to the trees and forest. As he backed away he quietly mumbled, "Koons... Buster Koons." One man overheard him but paid the old drunk no mind. Old Pete then sauntered off, moving quicker than a man of his age should.