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to Bloody Angola, a podcast one hundred and forty two
years in the making, the complete story of America's bloodiest prison.
I'm your host, Jim Chapman, and we're continuing with this
third installment in the Felix Veil series. And the last
time that I left you, I was giving you the
story through the eyes of the journalists who really cracked
this case, and I'm going to continue on with that.
And if you will remember in the last episode, I
told you about Felix Veil's passion for journaling, and when
those journals were found, they were going through by this
investigative journalist named Jerry Mitchell, as well as Miss Frenzel,
who you'll remember was a private investigator known affectionately as Batgirl.
So one of the interesting things that they did in
order to really get a lot of evidence after Felix
Veil's arrest. Was that these two people went through those
journals and they tried to locate as many people as
possible that they would see referenced in the journals to
see if they had any sort of evidence on Felix
Veil's or rent of terror. They're trying to build as
much evidence as possible. They want to make sure that
this guy is going to get convicted this time, and
unlike fifty years prior, he doesn't get out. So I'm
going to pick up with Jerry Mitchell's account. For every
person Frinzily and I tracked down that Val had mentioned
in this conversation in journals, there were hundreds we were
unable to find. In many cases we didn't have last names,
and many others we had no names. That was the
case with the team we came to call bicycle boy
who bicycle would veil across California. Val told Frenzl he
was a real smart teenage boy with long hair who
kind of looked like a girl. Both of them wore
cotton jim shorts. They biked in the sun all day.
At night, they slept under pup tents under the stars,
and Val remembered it being one hundred and ten degrees
in the desert. When police pulled the pair over, officers
held him in the back of the squad car for
more than an hour, questioning him, and when his story
indeed checked out, they opened the door and they apologized.
He said police became suspicious because he didn't look like
his driver's license picture. Instead of looking older, he looked
about ten years younger. We need to find bicycle boy,
Frienzel told me. I bet he knows something. How can
we find him when we don't even know his name now.
After Vale's arrest, Rose did something she hadn't done in ages.
She danced. It was like a weight had been lifted,
she said, knowing he's behind bars. In fall of twenty thirteen,
she telephoned me with the news that the couple who
had purchased Vale's home in Tulsa had discovered something in
the attic. So there did end up being something in
the attic after all. On October tenth of twenty thirteen,
I accompanied roseen frienzled to the Tulsa Police department, where
walls displayed photographs of famous criminals those officers had busted,
including my Barker and pretty Boy Floyd. The detectives led
us inside an office where they showed photographs of what
they had found in the attic, a woman's overnight bag
which contained two complete outfits, a swimsuit and sunglasses. They
pointed at a blown up photograph of birth control pills.
Rose confirmed the signature on the prescription as belonging to
her daughter, a Net. Tulsa police opened their files, and
I noticed all the contradictions in Vale's statement. He had
told officers he dropped a Net off at the Trailway
bus station in Saint Louis, where she went inside to
buy a ticket to go to Denver. Vale told police
their marriage was not working and that Annette was tired
of her family. That was why Vel explained she wanted
to get a fake ID in head for Mexico. But
his whole story had been blown up by the revelation
that the couple had been seen weeks later by his relatives.
The couple had visited during the cal Cam Fair in
Sulf Louisiana in nineteen eighty four. Before the couple left
and Vale returned alone. Why didn't the police confront him
over that? When Detective Lorie Visser questioned Veil in nineteen
ninety four. Veil claimed Annette called him from Mexico, first
when she was pregnant and later when she had a child.
We have only his word as to why net is gone.
Viser said there may be other victims. In a nineteen
ninety five report, a consultant by the name of Michael
Greer told Tulsa police that Vell killed to free the
spirit of each woman he considered whores who needed release
from domineering mothers. Gear concluded that freeing the spirit became
Veil's justification for these crimes. That evening, rose Friendzly and
I visited the couple who had made the discovery. Inside
Vale's old home, John Hall, scept Veil removed a padlock
from the attic door last November and left with a
big box full of items. He didn't know what Veil removed.
Hall's wife, Stephanie, caught Veil ten making a picture of
their three year old son. Veil had a shocked look
on his face, she said, over and over, he tried
to get my son alone. She led us upstairs to
the attic storeroom and shut us the dust covered suitcase.
When she opened the suitcase and saw the name on
the birth control pills. She said she realized it was
Veil's wife who had been missing since nineteen eighty four,
and that the explanation he had given for her disappearance
was obviously a lie. She put the items back in
the bag and called police. What kind of lady takes
off for a new life and does it take her
birth control? She asked. It really sunk in when I
saw her name. He really did this. In the weeks
that followed, I discovered something Tulsa police had overlooked. There
had never been a Trailways bus station in Saint Louis,
just a Greyhound bus terminal built in nineteen sixty seven.
Frienzil figured out that the torn photograph Rose found in
Veil's home in nineteen eighty five was actually a NETS
stamped passport photograph. Ripping the picture out would have rendered
her passport unvalid. So why would Vale have hung onto
that photo a reminder of what might have been a souvenir?
No one will ever know. On November twenty third of
twenty thirteen, Frienzell finally got her chance to confront Vale
when she visited him at the Calcashu Parish Correctional Center
in Lake Charles. Vel talked about some kind of circus
I have gotten swept up into, she said. Frenzel told
him that there was a lot of stuff out there
and it's all bullshit. Veil replied, my wife fell out
of a boat fifty years ago and drowned in a river.
She asked about the photographs of his wife Mary when
she was recovered from that river. He insisted he hadn't
seen them. She asked him about the missing women. I've
dated several hundred maybe in my lifetime. He replied, I
don't know where any of them were. In the end,
he said, these women were healthier and smarter than when
I met them. There's that arrogance again, y'all said, tell
me about Sharon. Frenzel said, you're telling me. The story
is she settled off into the wild blue yonder. I
don't know where she is or where she went, he said.
Frienzel asked when he last saw her someplace where the
boats are, he said. She asked him about where he
last saw in that vel. He said they were walking
around a zoo and ran into several people, and she
left with those people on a bus in Saint Louis.
Why would she get on a bus with people she
didn't know? They were going to South America? They were
going south? He said, yeah, Well, why would she leave
with people she didn't know? I asked she wanted to
go south? She asked why he didn't go with her?
We were together off and on. She asked if that
was the last time that he saw in it. Yes,
he replied, I don't believe it. She said, they'll stared
at her now. I hope you're getting paid well. Her
reply was not a single dime. What's your motive? He asked, justice?
She said, justice is a joke here. He replied, I
have done nothing bad. I slapped one woman in my
entire life. He said he had to hit a woman
in self defense because she had slapped him three times.
He denied. The woman he hit was Beth Field, who
secured a nineteen eighty eight protective order against him after
he beat her twice, bursting her ear drum, according to
court records. He denied that too. He denied he had
carried out any violence in his lifetime, except twice in
self defense when mobs of men supposedly attacked him. Friends
will say court record show you beat the shit out
of Beth Field. They'll denied that accusation, saying authorities laughed
about the claim and that Field went home with him friends.
Will pressed him. From the bottom of your heart, you
know you're not getting out of here, you know that,
so why not just tell the other two families about
where their women are so they can sleep at night.
Do you sleep at night? Do you incredible? He said?
She replied, You're never gonna get out of here, so
why not give the family some closure? Veil said, they
have no right to arrest me. They have every right
in the world. She replied, Nope, they didn't, and with that,
Veil hung up the phone. In spring of twenty fifteen,
I answered my telephone. The woman on the line signed hysterical,
and I was ready to hang up when I heard
her mention that she had been married to Felix Veil.
I stayed on and listened to Alexandra Christiansen tell her story.
And y'all, I told you all about the Alexandria Christiansen
situation in the last episode, and I'm gonna get a
little bit into the trial now. So District Attorney John
DeRosier stepped in front of the jury. The sixty nine
year old prosecutor still bore the firm grip he had
from his days in the Vietnam War when he was
a machine gunner for the Marines. He told history in
three chapters, starting with Homecoming Queen Mary Horton. On the
night of October twenty eighth, nineteen sixty two, he said,
William Felix Veil quietly slipped the lifeless body of Mary Horton.
Veil into the Calcashu River. The blood to her head
and the scarf shoved in her throat, along with other
unknown trauma, would assure that she would never breathe again.
In telling you the next two chapters, the district attorney
read from letters that Veil wrote to two mothers after
their daughters disappear. In nineteen seventy four, Vl swore to
Sharon Hensley's mother that her daughter wanted to forget everyone
and become a new person. In nineteen eighty five, Vel
insisted to Mary Rose and that her daughter Annette was
getting ready to drop everybody and start over before she
disappeared herself. Veil ended the note by reassuring Rose that
even if he knew where net was, I wouldn't tell you.
At that point in the courtroom, Veil smirked. Mary Horton
Vale is gone. Sharon Hensley is gone, de Roger said,
and in that craver, Veil is gone. He told jurors,
you're gonna have to write the last chapter, and it's
simply going to read. And justice was finally done. William
Felix Veil guilty is charged. Then Andrew Casanov stepped in
front of the jurors. In his spare time, the sixty
year old public defender performed in community theater, something he
believed aided him in the courtroom. Although he thought the
public Defender's office was outmanned in this trial, he believed
the defense could still win. He didn't need to convince
all twelve jurors that this nineteen sixty two death was accidental.
All he needed was one He pictured. October twenty eighth,
nineteen sixty two, is a romantic evening on the water
with Felix and Mary Val. She wanted out of the house,
as any new mother would understand. He said. It was
a beautiful day, a clear sky, a new moon, and
there was no moonlight. The couple left their baby with
a sitter. He said, it gets dark fast. Then something
goes wrong and Mary falls in the water alive. Felix
tries to save her, but he can't. It's dark, the
water is dark, and he can't find her. Meanwhile, he said,
the boat Veil left is drifting because he didn't anchor it,
and he is left with no choice die of exhaustion
or get back to the boat. So he swims back
to the boat. Vel decides to bring the boat to
the sheriff's office, goes in and reports that she fell
in the water. There's nothing evil or mysterious about this,
the lawyer said. We all know people who fall out
of boats and drown. He questioned those who plan to
testify that Veil had confessed to the killing SA they
failed to call authorities of the time. He described the
DA's case as full of air. Push comes to shove,
they got nothing. The case should have been brought in
nineteen sixty two, he said, when deputies could have testified,
and now their work is missing. He cited cases where
people had disappeared only to reappear years later, and that
Craver might be in Mexico, sham Hensley might be in
a nursing home in Cleveland. Prosecutors are relying on supposition, innuendo,
rumor in a certain amount of sympathy to convict a man.
Do the right thing and vote this man not guilty
and send this man home. Assistant District Attorney Hugo. Holland
kept the murder trial moving like an officer directing traffic.
That made sense because he had worked his way through
law school as a deputy. The bald, fifty three year
old prosecutor bore some resemblance to the nineteen seventies TV
detective Kojak. His talent for tough cases led him to
be a special prosecutor, flying from district to district to
ensure the bad guys went away for good. In the
Veil case, he dipped into his law enforcement experience to
investigate the case with Melissa Soigne from Derozer's office. They
traveled across the US to conduct interviews. When Holland read
Veil's letter that he had not the slightest idea where
Annette might have gotten to by now, he thought of
suspected Syir killer Eric Michelson, who told authorities he had
no idea where the victims had gotten by now. During
his legal research, Holland discovered the doctrine of chances, which
enabled him to introduce the disappearances of two other women
in Veil's life as evidence. The doctrine had his roots
in a nineteen fifteen murder trial of George Joseph Smith
in England. Three of his wives has supposedly drowned by
accident in bathtub shortly after making out wills or taking
out life insurance policies that been a fitted them. Although
Smith was only tried for one murder, the jury was
allowed to hear evidence regarding the other two wives deaths.
Eventually the jury convicted him. In Vale's trial, prosecutors called
all three families to testify. Will Horton told jurors about
his sister, Mary was the kind of person you would
want as a friend. The same night his sister prepared
to walk onto the field as homecoming queen at Eunice
High School, she took the time to straighten her younger
brother's bowtie. She was more concerned about him than getting
herself ready. His voice cracked as he spoke about visiting
his nephew after Mary's death in nineteen sixty two, which
he did often I just want to build to know
how much his mother loved him. As he stepped down
from the witness stand, hent his some jurors wiping tears,
The defense attorney told him, I know you loved your sister.
Testimony continued with Brian Hensley telling jurors that he saw
his sister last Sharon, with Veil before the pair left Bismarck,
North Dakota in nineteen seventy two. Other than a telephone call.
In letters in the massa followed, he said no one
had seen or heard from her since. When Mary Rose
took the witness stand, Veil bowed his head, and when
the screen shod a picture of him together with a net,
she thought she saw a tear in his eyes. She
called Annette a huge light in my life. We were
always loving towards each other. She testified. The Veil ran
off with her daughter and married her a Neet who
inherited nearly one hundred thousand dollars and received two homes,
disappeared weeks after beating those homes. To Veil, have you
seen or heard from your daughter since September of nineteen
eighty four? No, she replied, how long have you been
waiting to tell this jury thirty two years, she replied.
Veil's former friends became some of the strongest witnesses against him.
Wesley Turnage, Rob Fremont and Bruce Spiderbach swore under oath
the Veil said he killed his first wife. Jurors watched
a videotape of Biderbach testifying that Vell told him out
of the blue that he killed his wife. He said
he asked Veil if she was a bitch, and Veil
said yes. I then glanced over at Veil he was laughing.
Asked if he had been married before. Biderbach said yes.
Was she a bitch? The defense lawyer asked, my first
wife was did you kill her?
Speaker 1: No?
Speaker 3: What a strange question to ask in the hopes of
proving your client's innocence. After jurors watched the videotape testimony
of Bierbock in Fremont, they heard Turnage describe his nineteen
sixty four conversation he had with Veil about his first
wife Mary. He was talking about his wife and said
that bitch and I were having problems. Turner's testified he
said Vell talked about his wife wanting a second child.
He said, I don't want another one. I fix that
damn bitch. She won't ever have another one. He testified
that he he wanted to tell authorities, but his mother
made him promise he would never speak of Veil. After
his mother's death, he were gone and decided to contact me.
The defense accused Turnage of wanting to be famous since
he called me rather than authorities. Turnage replied that he
didn't telephone me to be famous, saying he only spoke
out because he felt like it was the right thing
to do. After finishing his testimony, he hobbled across the courtroom.
The whole time he scowled at Vail, making me wonder
if he was going to try and smack him with
his cane. The elderly man broke into a smile, telling
Veil's lawyer, you have a nice day. Vel glared at
Gina Frenzel as she took the witness stand. The red
haired private investigator remained calm. She told the story of
reading gone in March of twenty thirteen, and how the
story of a net craver Veil still missing struck her soul.
She described her investigation, which included going under cover and
speaking to Veil inside his home in Canyon Lake, Texas,
after his May twenty thirteen arrest. She said he had
asked her to return his truck and remove a few
things from his house. She said she went inside and
photographed everything she could find, including letters and journals She read.
In October twentieth, two thousand and three entry in which
Val wrote about a family property dispute that ended with
him being evicted from his deceased parents home. He wrote
about learning to handle the situation without murder. The lawyer replied,
without murder, that's a normal option. Under cross examination, the
defense lawyer asked her, you are probably counting the thousands
you were going to make off this trial. She replied,
I'm actually trying to figure out how to recoup the
thousands of spent on this case. The lawyer then asked,
Felix Vale did not ask you to go snooping through
his house? Did he know? She replied, someone asked you
to do it. No, she replied. The lawyer presents zoomed
I had asked. Actually, she did it on her own,
But the conversation she had with Veil in the journal
she copied gave the world insight into the complex and contradictory.
Felix Veil all, in his own words, his best hope
for walking free was convincing jarors the death of his
wife Mary was an accident, just as the original corner
had ruled. When the defense attorney complained to the judge
that no one could say where Mary Veal went into
the Kalkishu River, Felix vel pointed at himself and said,
I can the current corner. A pathologist by the name
of doctor Terry Welk testified that in the vast majority
of drownings, the body comes up in a dead person's float,
the back of the head surfaces first and the limbs
hanging down in the water. After sharing a series of
pictures to illustrate this, he showed two black and white
photographs of Mary Horton Veil when her body was recovered
on October thirtieth, nineteen six sixty two. Jars glimpsed at
the photographs, and they looked damning her dark scarf covering
her mouth and her arms in a coffin like pose.
They also saw the videotaped testimony of Isaac Abshire Junior,
who died in twenty fourteen. He said her body was
stiff when it surfaced either sideways or face up when
she bobbed up and down in the Kalkashi River. That
testimony helped contribute to Wilke's homicide conclusion. So did the unbroken,
grease like stain across her chi Omega sweatshirt, which he
believed could have come from a tarp covering her. He
believed she was dead and stiff before body went into
the water, which he said explained why rigor mortis had set.
In the defense, forensic pathologist doctor James Traylor disagreed, saying
there was no evidence she was dead before she went
in the water. Trailer sounded convincing, and Jerors appeared to
be paying close attention. I knew all it took was
Trailer disputed the prosecution claim that her body was in
rigor because she had been in the water seventy two
hours or so, but under cross examination, he conceded her
body could be stiff if she had been in the
water less than a day. What Trailer didn't realize was
the death certificate he had relied on for his conclusions
had the wrong death date. She had indeed been in
the water one less day than he thought. Before he
finished testifying, He pointed out the hematoma on the back
of her head, saying any determination regarding her death would
need to account for that. The autopsy showed Mary Vale
suffered a four inch hematoma on the back of her head.
She also suffered a four inch beries to her right
calf and a two inch beries above her left knee.
Forensic pathologist doctor Michael Baton, testifying for the prosecution, discount
of the defense theory that she could have suffered from
all these injuries falling out of the boat. These were
not scrapes, he tested divide, they were blunt force injuries.
He said. The more likely scenario was the blow that
caused Darima Tuma knocked her unconscious, making it possible for
her killer to asphyxiate her. Beadon pointed to a photograph
which he suggested she was strangled with a scarf. The
scarf was found four inches into her mouth, according to
the autopsy report. A scarf doesn't go into her mouth
by itself, He said, my opinion is that Maryvelle died
of asphyxia because she couldn't breathe. On the afternoon of
August twenty sixteen, Jars examined a Net's close and her
birth control, which had been hidden inside Felix Vale's attic
for three decades. His niece, Vicki Lyons, told jurors that
he internet joined them in attending the Calcam Fair on
October of nineteen eighty four, before the couple left and
Veil returned alone. Her testimony contradicted his alibi to Tulsa
police that he hadn't seen a Net since he dropped
her off at a bus station in Saint Louis on
September sixteenth of nineteen eighty four. In closing arguments, Holland
made his case that Veil was guilty of the murder
of his wife Mary. Despite receiving thousands from an insurance policy,
he didn't pay for his funeral. What kind of man
doesn't pay the funeral bill for his wife, Holland asked.
The prosecutor also talked about the disappearances of Sharon Hensley
and in that craver Veil. How unlucky is this guy?
He asked? His first wife dies, his second wife slash
girlfriend disappears off the planet, his third wife disappears from
the planet. He is either the most unlucky person born
on the planet, or he's a killer who learned from
his mistakes. In his closing argument, the defense attorneys were
kind of the words of Bruce Binback, who testified Val
told him that he killed his wife, that it was
ruled in an accident, and then he tried to use
an but it didn't work out that well. The defense
attorney suggested Val accidentally hit his wife on the head
with the oar, or perhaps she hit her head falling
out of the boat. If either one happened, he didn't
mean to kill her. He didn't want her hurt. You
must say not guilty. And man, that seems like a
weak defense, right, Hugo Holland told Jersey Veil was indeed guilty.
He pointed his finger at Veil, who jabbed his finger
back at the prosecutor. Holland called on jurors to convict
for the sake of Mary Horton, Veil, Sharon Hensley and
in that craver Veil, you need to put him in prison.
Don't take long, he gestured towards the women's family sitting
in the front row of the courtroom. Don't make these
people wait any longer. After Judge Wyatt finished giving his
final instructions, jurors began to deliberate. Outside of the courtroom,
I spoke with Will Horton and Mary Rose. Brian Hensley
had flown home to Bismarck. Rose asked me how long
it could take hours? I replied, In each cold case
I had covered, jury deliberations had lasted several hours and
sometimes much more. Don't expect anything in the first hour,
I advised. Not long after we talked, where came out.
The jury had a verdict. A verdict. It wasn't even
a half hour, I thought. I followed her inside the
court room, where she sat beside Will Horton. They held
hands waiting for the verdict, and when they heard that
Felix Veil had been found guilty of murder, they embrace
Their journey for justice was over. Prosecutor Hugo Holland's voice
broke with emotion as he spoke about the case that
had consumed him. I'd like to think the verdict today
was not just for Mary, but for Sharon and Annette
as well. He talked about the possibility of the victims
beyond these three, and shared something else that jurors didn't
hear about Vail. He's not just a murderer, He's a
child molester. He and the FBI had confirmed Vail and
molested a child in Oklahoma thirty years ago, but authorities
were unable to pursue the case because a statute of
limitations had expired. Annette's mother, Rose, called the guilty verdict
a prayer answered, a dream come true, that someday justice
would be done and that Felix Vale would be held
accountable for these three beautiful women's lives that he took.
Will Horton praised the DA's office, Rose, and private investigator
Jeane Frinzel. He spoke of his love for a sister
and his late nephew, Bill. Bill's widow, Janet, reminisced about
her late husband in nineteen seventy A little boy walked
a long distance until everyone his dad murdered his mom.
He felt like no one heard today he was heard.
On August twenty sixteen, Vale celebrated his seventy seventh birthday
inside his cell at Kyle Kashu Correctional Facility, where a
jailer brought him chicken smothered and gravy, butterbeans and rice,
corn bread and banana pudding. He had remained silent for
much of the trial, but when the judge spoke to
him after the guilty verdict, veil Bart, what do you want?
When the judge explained he was just trying to set
a date for sentencing, They'll asked what difference does it make?
His lawyer later told me that he didn't believe Frank
Salter Junior was corrupt, saying the only reason the Late
DA failed to prosecute the case in nineteen sixty two
was just because the evidence wasn't there. Back in the
Late Charles courtroom, thell lessened as the family of his
first wife, Mary spoke. Her nephew Alan Horton the Third
told Val that although your ruthless, unforgivable actions in nineteen
sixty two gave you satisfaction, in reality you were not successful.
Over the past four years, he said, many people had
shared their memories, enabling the family to see flickers of Mary.
He spoke of her smiling eyes, welcoming heart and radiant glow.
You're conveyed established my aunt's immortal presence in all of us,
he said. We are all at peace, Felix, a feeling
you will never have, and I look forward to the
day when I will meet my aunt Will. Horton stepped forward. Next,
he glared at Vale and spoke, your egocentric, cosmic philosophy
won't fool anyone anymore. You have been exposed as the
narcissist psychopath you are. His voice cracked as he spoke
about how much he loved his sister Mary and how
special she was to everyone aknew her, including her son, Bill,
who was only three months old when Mary died. You
say you love Bill, he said, But by depriving him
of his mother, you devastated him too. Horton told Val,
there is no decency in you, so I don't expect
you to ever reveal the truth about sharing in a net.
You're not man enough to do that. You are a killer,
and you are headed to the place where killers go,
and God will direct you. After wearing an oyene jumpsuit
that were at inmate, Veil clutched a white piece of paper,
telling the judge that ninety five percent of the trial
testimony was fiction. He insisted his wife Mary died in
an accident. Rather than distance himself from the disappearances, he
declared he was the only expert regarding the truth of
these two missing women who chose to disappear themselves from
abuse of mothers, chose to disappear themselves. Really, when the
truth is finally revealed, they'll said. The national press is
gonna want to know why my original nine thousand word
expose on him had been treated as the King James
version of the gospel. He called me a professional negative
spin doctor, claiming I had plagiarized my story on him
from James Patterson crime novels. I laughed, guess I'm gonna
have to read at least one of them now. After that,
Judge Robert Wyatt reminded Veil that a jury had found
him guilty of murder, sentencing him to a life in prison.
The family has experienced the loss of life, the loss
of a mother, the loss of a sister. Val left
the courtroom and change and his defense attorney made plans
to appeal. After the hearing, Da John Derouzier approached me.
It had been more than four years since we had met.
He shook my hand. If you know any other guilty
sums of bitches, let me know, I will, I told him,
and Ray's finally got her chance to confront Vale. In
a letter, she wrote Felix, I am relieved that justice
had finally been done and that you were being held
accountable for taking the lives of Mary, Sharon and a Net.
You've enjoyed over fifty years of undeserved freedom. Your behavior
has caused great suffering, and I know you will suffer
greatly for the rest of your life and into the next.
My prayer is that you will acknowledge your horrific actions,
seek forgiveness, and strive for the redemption of your eternal soul.
So there you have it, all the full story of
Felix Veil and get this. He is still alive. He
is eighty five years old as he sits in Bloody
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