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It was a show of force. There were 14 police cars speeding down
Interstate 68 in Western Maryland, all headed for the same
destination. The black-and-whites had formed the parade just before
dawn and now were speeding toward a remote rambler near the town of
Frostburg. They were searching for a man who, it was believed, not
only murdered his 5-month-old son in 1987, but an infant daughter in
1981. According to the cops, the acts were premeditated and done for
one reason alone: money.
Today, May 13, 1998, had been long in coming. Such crimes were
unthinkable. Smothering an infant son who was your namesake, and
planning his demise for weeks in advance, was as heinous a deed as
anyone could imagine.
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| Mary Anastasi, former wife (AP) |
Yet one had to wonder. The woman who had accused him of these
murders, Mary “Missy” Anastasi, was an ex-wife who, many would
say, had motivations of her own for seeing him behind bars. After
all, she had stayed married to him for nearly six years after their
child’s death and came forward only after he divorced her and
married another woman.
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That woman, Vicky Wampler Wilson, was sitting on the front stoop
of the house when the police arrived at seven that morning. Her
husband, Garrett Wilson, sat beside her. When he first saw the line
of police cars pulling up in front of the little home, he thought
there had been a jailbreak. A state prison was just over the hill
behind the modest dwelling, and for a few seconds, Wilson
contemplated joining what he thought was a posse.
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| Detective Meredith
Dominick (AP) |
That was not to be. A law woman was walking toward him, a brass
badge fastened to her belt, a Smith & Wesson police special on
her hip. Beside her, a sheriff’s deputy had a rifle pointed in his
direction. The female detective, Meredith Dominick, had flown to
Texas to question Wilson about his dead son three years ago. At that
time, his deceased son, Garrett Michael Wilson, had long been
diagnosed as a victim of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome or SIDS, a
mysterious condition that many still called “crib death.” Today,
the autopsy had just been changed to homicide. And Dominick was
certain the killer was standing in front of her.
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“Garrett Eldred Wilson, you are under arrest. Put your hands on
the car,” the deputy shouted.
“What for?” he asked.
“The homicide of your child.”
Meredith Dominick went up to Wilson and stared directly into his
eyes. Seeing the suspect in handcuffs gave her an enormous degree of
satisfaction.
“Mr. Wilson, do you remember who I am?” she asked.
Wilson looked back at her. He was frightened.
“You do look familiar. How did you find me?”
“I’m very good at my job,” she answered.
The police served six warrants and began searching the isolated
rambler. Vicky Wilson’s mother was rousted out of bed and the cops
went through every room. What seemed to interest them most were
photos of infant children. They seized or photographed anything that
looked like a document.
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| Garrett Wilson with
daughter Marysa, 1993 (AP) |
Wilson and Vicky’s daughter, Marysa, who had spent the night a
block away, showed up that morning just as her father was being
driven away. She asked her mother what was going on.
“They said your daddy did something wrong and now he’s got to
prove he didn’t do it,” Vicky explained.
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“But he’s in the front seat,” their little girl said.
“Good people sit in the front and bad ones are put in the back.”
Her mother didn’t have an answer for that.
Within hours, Garrett Wilson was being sped toward the Montgomery
County, Maryland detention center, nearly 200 miles from his home.
Near the jail, his accuser and former wife, Missy Anastasi, had been
summoned to the county’s judicial center.
“I know you think we haven’t been working on your case, but
in fact we have for years,” a prosecutor told her. “Garrett
Wilson was arrested this morning in Frostburg, Maryland.”
Missy Anastasi began sobbing.
“We did it,” she cried. “We finally did it.”
In the stressful months that would follow, Vicky Wilson, would be
asked many times about her husband’s status and she would always
give the same answer.
“It’s all in God’s hands now,” Vicky would answer. She
believed Garrett was innocent, framed by Missy, the spurned wife who
had lost him to her five years before.
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