you got ready to shoot a bullet into her brain?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then when he got her just in the position you wanted him to
have her, then you shot a bullet from this .380 automatic?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you move her after you shot her?”
“No, sir.”
“What happened when you shot her?”
“Turned her loose and she fell back down.”
“Just fell over?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did she make any outcry?”
“No, sir.”
The attorney continued, “Did you stand there and watch her
die?”
“No, sir.”
“You had satisfied yourself that with that gun you shot that
bullet into her brain you had killed her, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
Asked at one point what he had done after the shooting, he
replied, “I went home and ate supper.”
Morrison’s former wife, Cole—who said she hadn’t come
forward right after the murder because Morrison had threatened
to “stomp me to death”—corroborated his account. She said, “I
stayed in the car alone about twenty-five or thirty minutes, until
they returned. Anna Brown was not with them, and I never saw
her alive again.”