Simms couldn’t lie. It was disgusting. Bloody pulp could be smelt from 100 yards away. His head was dislocated from his body. His leg torn, and thrown over the edge of the couch. Simms could see into Wrank’s stomach. He couldn’t take it but held his lunch down to show that he could take it.

He walked back out to the witness, calm as ever, and again asked, “Mrs. Elliot is it? Tell me what you saw.” She continued to cry. “Please,” he added.

After several seconds of recovery from nearly drowning on her tears, she finally began. “Well, I had seen Steven’s lawn grow and grow for weeks, on and on. I had seen the car pull in and a skinny man walked out bringing with him a shiny, new lawnmower.” She stopped to catch her breath. God, was she about to cry again? “I heard him talking to this FREAK for a bit. And he, just mowed the lawn! But then he came back in. With the Lawnmower.

“He revved it up, and, and…” She then continued her three hour cry session. But Simms had heard and seen enough. For now.