By Kathryn Casey
Vibrant, appealing, and either from reliable households, college of Texas university pupil Colton Pitonyak and colourful redhead Jennifer Cave had the realm at their beckoning. Cave, an ex-cheerleader, had simply landed a thrilling new activity, whereas a big-money scholarship to UT's prestigious company tuition lured Pitonyak to Austin. but the previous altar boy had a gloomy, unpredictable streak, person who ensnared him within the perilous underworld of substances and weapons. while Jennifer did not appear for paintings on August 18, 2005, her mom grew to become nervous. Sharon Cave's seek ended in Colton's West Campus condo, the place Jennifer's relatives came upon a scene beneficial of the grisliest horror motion picture. in the meantime, Colton Pitonyak was once nowhere to be found.
A Descent Into Hell is the gripping actual tale of 1 of the main brutal slayings in UT history—and the wild "Bonnie and Clyde-like" flight from justice of a cold-blooded younger killer and his would-be female friend, who claimed that her unquestioning allegiance to Pitonyak used to be "just the way in which I roll."
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Or p-p-paper either,’’ he’d say, eyes darting, looking for a place to duck when the shooting started. And Keller would set a silver dollar spinning on the counter. ‘‘I’ll be here a few days,’’ he’d announce. ’’ And Henry Jones would glance down at his suspenders, to see what was wrong with them. He sighed, shook his head, and drove to the Holiday Inn near the interstate exit. They had plenty of rooms, and gave him what he asked for, a nonsmok- 26 L A W R E N C E B L O C K ing room on the third floor in the rear.
54 H I T M A N 55 ‘‘No, I just live here. In fact I’m a kind of servant for the family that owns the house. ’’ ‘‘Except I have very little to do, and I’m treated like an equal. I play tennis with members of the family. ’’ ‘‘And this is your job? ’’ ‘‘No, that’s an example of how they treat me as an equal. And I eat at the same table with them, instead of eating downstairs with the servants. ’’ The house is infested with mice. I’m having dinner with the family, I’ve got a plate piled high with good food, and a waiter in black tie comes in and presents a covered dish.
He had to keep his affair with Edith very much Back Street. The only person he could talk to was Edith, and she was out of town for the next week or so, which left him dying of loneliness and ready to pour out his heart to the first stranger he could find. For which he apologized, but— ‘‘Hey, that’s all right, Bart,’’ Keller said. ’’ ‘‘Calling me Bart, I appreciate that. I truly do. Even Lyman calls me Hobie and he’s the best friend any man ever had. Hell, he can’t help it. ’’ ‘‘Well,’’ Keller said.