I accepted the money, though my inner emotions were not at peace with this arrangement. Sometimes, in fact, I felt as if I was going crazy. My drug use increased.
Adding to my discomfort was that shortly after beginning a relationship with Lem Dement, Adella Villareal became pregnant with his child Neither Ms. Villareal nor Lem Dement seemed unhappy with that turn of events. In fact, both seemed quite pleased and my father, especially when he was intoxicated, began dropping hints of “life change,” which I took to mean that he planned on leaving my mother, Gemma Dement, and marrying Adella Villareal This caused me considerable emotional pain and plunged me deeper into a morass of violent and aggressive thoughts. My use of illicit drugs increased further, as did my patronage of professional prostitutes. Often those activities were combined and both Raymond Wohr and Alicia Eiger were participants.
Approximately twenty-four months ago, Adella Villareal gave birth to a baby boy that she and Lem Dement named Gabriel. I am of the opinion that it was Lem Dement who actually chose the name because, while intoxicated, he confided to me that the child was “my little angel-looks like an angel, acts like an angel, he deserves an angel name.” I took that to mean that Lem Dement was contrasting the baby's sweet disposition to my personality and to my behavior, neither of which could be considered angelic. I was emotionally injured by the comparison, and angry.
Despite Lem Dement's talk about a new life, he did not leave my mother and marry Ms. Villareal. However, he did send Ms. Villareal money for child support in the sum of three thousand dollars a month. Those payments were made in cash and Lem Dement offered me a thousand dollars a month to deliver the cash to Adella Villareal at various restaurants and bars in the Hollywood area. In restrospect, I believe this to have been motivated by cruelty on my father's part, but when someone is in the middle of something they sometimes cannot understand the full implication of what is happening to them. At that point in my life I was severely depressed, angry, confused, and otherwise rootless and I was willing to do anything to earn my father's approval. Plus, the money my father paid me was useful in purchasing illicit drugs, which I was using regularly.
I made four deliveries of three thousand dollars to Adella Villareal, all of which she accepted without comment. When I brought the fifth delivery to Ms Villareal, her demeanor was different. On that occasion, she expressed frustration with the inadequacy of the payment as well as with my father who, apparently, had stopped returning her calls. I say apparently because once Ms. Villareal supplanted me with my father, my father and never talked about the details of his relationship with Ms. Villareal, only that she was “hot in bed.” On the night that I delivered the fifth payment, Ms. Villareal threatened to “go public” with the fact that Lem Dement was the father of her child and to “bust open that hypocritical Bible-spouting cult you call a family.” Those may not be exact quotes, but they are close did not respond to Ms. Villareal's tirade, nor did I report it to my father. I did, however, report it to my mother, Gemma Dement, a woman with a history of mental illness and alcohol abuse, possibly due to domestic violence abuse heaped on her by my father throughout the course of their marriage. My mother has also reported being allegedly abused by several men she knew prior to marrying my father. I say allegedly because my knowledge of those events is limited to what my mother has told me while she is intoxicated.
My mother reacted calmly to my informing her of Adella Villareal's threats. I was surprised, even shocked, at how calm she was. She told me that she was aware of the situation, had been for months, and had been “figuring out what to do about it. Now I know.”
The next day my mother met me for lunch at The Mesa Rock Café in Agoura Hills, California, and laid out her plan. I was to abduct Adella Villareal as well as her baby and bring them to our family home in Solar Canyon, Malibu. The timing of the abduction was to be during a period when my father was traveling on business. I was to “do whatever it takes” to get Ms. Villareal and her baby under “total control” including violence, physical restraint, “even damn tranquilizer darts if you need them.” Once Ms. Villareal was in my mother's custody, she was to be bound and deprived of food, water, and sleep and subjected to what my mother called “reeducation,” until she agreed to give up custody of her baby to my mother and to leave our family alone. My mother would offer Ms. Villareal ten thousand dollars “for her trouble” once she moved to a state other than California.
I expressed to my mother my opinion that ten thousand dollars would not be sufficient.
My mother smiled and said, “Well, then she's dug her own grave.” took that to mean that Ms. Villareal's death was not something that would displease my mother. I was motivated to make my mother happy, something I hadn't done in years. Additionally, my mother offered me the sum of fifty thousand dollars to carry out her plan, as well as my own house in the state of Oregon, a state where I have long expressed an interest in living because I love nature and wish to get away from urban living.
It was under those circumstances that I followed my mother's instructions, using Raymond Wohr to set up a fictitious date between Ms. Villareal and a celebrity individual whose identity would attract Ms. Villareal. The celebrity I chose was Mr. Mason Book, the well-known actor, because Mr Book rents a house from my father, a situation brought about through my association with Mr. Book for several years.
Mr. Book had no prior knowledge of my plan, nor did he engage in any criminal activity. Nor had he any prior contact with Adella Villareal.
I met Adella Villareal in a rented room at the Hyatt Hotel on Sunset Boulevard, in Hollywood, and informed her that while Mason Book had changed his mind, my father wanted to see her tonight because he'd decided to leave my mother and marry her. My instructions were to bring Ms Villareal to be with my father at the family residence in Solar Canyon, a place Ms. Villareal had expressed interest in visiting but had never seen. I lied and told Ms. Villareal that my mother and my siblings were away on vacation and that she'd be alone with my father. I also instructed her to bring her baby, because my father was going to proclaim the baby as his legitimate son and would have a lawyer present to sign papers.
Ms. Villareal was initially suspicious and taken aback by my presence However, since I'd previously played a role in bringing her monthly cash payments from my father, she eventually believed me and accompanied me to my truck.
I drove Ms. Villareal and her baby to Malibu but instead of heading to Solar Canyon, I continued several miles north to Leo Carrillo State Beach, a place I'd enjoyed going as a child and as a teenager, walking alone among the trees when I was depressed, or hiding out among the trees while I used illicit drugs. My intention was to physically subdue Ms. Villareal before she met my mother, so that my mother would be able to assume the total control she requested. Because of that, I came prepared with a.38-caliber pistol and plastic handcuffs purchased over the Internet from a company called Submission.net.
I stopped the truck just outside the gates to the Leo Carrillo State Beach parking lot, a relatively open spot that seemed safe for what I was going to do because I believed this was going to be a brief process.
It was not.
Ms. Villareal grew extremely angry at my attempt to get her to leave the truck and walk with me to a dark, secluded spot. My intention at that point was to get her alone so I could cuff her hands. When she resisted, showed her my gun. I was surprised at her lack of concern for my gun and at her attempting to attack me physically.