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The unsuspecting victims of his
dark fantasy lounged in the den of their Palm Coast, Florida home
watching television. Robert Sturmfels, 56, had settled into his recliner
while his wife Georgette, 55, sat on the sofa. They’d never heard of the
career criminal who was about to end their lives.
Gaskin drove aimlessly through
the darkness, searching for a target. When he passed 10 Ricker Place, he
saw a light shining through a patch of woods. Parking his car beneath a
grove of trees, he moved silently toward the house. He stood for long
moments in silence, watching, scoping it ninja-style. Then he circled
the house. Once, twice, six times. Gaskin fancied himself a warrior
moving in for the kill. Looking through the den window, he had a clear
shot.
He raised the rifle to his
shoulder, aimed, and fired. Robert felt the bullet smash into his chest
and came up out of his chair. Gaskin fired again. This time, Robert
collapsed onto the floor. It took Georgette a few seconds to realize
what was happening. She leaped out of her chair and began running toward
the hallway. A bullet took her down. Robert somehow stood again and
began to stagger away. A third shot hit him in the back and he fell
again.
Georgette, bleeding heavily from
a back wound, crawled down the hallway, out of Gaskin’s sight. He
circled the house until he came to a set of French doors. There he saw
Georgette struggling to get to her feet. He fired once more and she
crumpled to the floor.
Gaskin inhaled the cool Florida
air. Of all the many crimes he’d committed — burglary, robbery, selling
and using drugs, sexually assaulting children — this was the most
exciting. He pulled a hunting knife and slashed a window screen at the
back of the house. Unlatching the window, he entered. He reloaded his
gun, walked over to Robert and shot him in the back of the head. Then he
placed the barrel of the rifle against the back of Georgette’s head and
blew her brains out.
Gaskin knew that the nearest
house was a quarter of a mile away so he relaxed as he gathered up items
he could sell: jewelry, VCRs, lamps, a clock, an iron, household
appliances. He looked for guns and drugs but found none. He checked
Georgette’s purse but found only credit cards. Robert’s wallet contained
$ 300 and more cards so he took it. Gaskin placed the items in the
victims’ truck. He then drove through the woods to his own car where he
transferred his loot.
As he drove away, he left the
bodies of two innocent victims inside the silent house.
But Gaskin wasn’t done. He’d
spied a second secluded house just down the road. Joseph and Mary Rector
had watched the eleven o’clock news and were on their way to bed when
they heard a thump outside. Joseph investigated but saw nothing. The
noises continued. Court documents state that “after hearing a similar
noise for the third time, Rector told his wife to call the sheriff. Mrs.
Rector soon discovered that their phone was not working. They took the
phone into bedroom where they tried plugging it into another jack
without success. As he stood in the dark bedroom, Rector saw his window
shade appear to explode. He looked down, saw blood, and realized he had
been shot.”
The ninja killer had thrown rocks
and logs against the house to get his victims to come into view so he
could shoot them.
Robert and Mary rushed out of the
house and climbed into their car. Robert needed to get to the hospital.
As they screeched out of the driveway, more shots rang out and the
Rectors heard bullets thudding into the car. With Mary driving, they
were able to reach the hospital and call police.
Detectives arrived at the Rector
home. It had been ransacked. As they continued their investigation, a
postal carrier noticed a broken window at the Sturmfels home and
reported it. There cops found the bodies of Robert and Georgette.
After burglarizing the Rector
home, Gaskin drove to Alfonso Golden’s home. He asked his cousin to
store the stolen items for him. Golden agreed. Gaskin volunteered that
he’d “jacked” the loot and told Golden that the victims are “stiff.” “If
you don’t believe it,” Gaskin bragged, “watch the news.”
Golden, who also had a police
record, waited a few days but eventually contacted police. Gaskin was
arrested and quickly gave a detailed confession. He led authorities to a
canal where he’d hidden the credit cards, wallet, and other items.
When asked why he’d done it,
Gaskin replied, “God said, ‘No.’ The devil said, ‘Yes’...The devil had
more of a hold [on me] than God did.”
Joseph Rector recovered from his
wounds.
Louis Bernard Gaskin was tried
and convicted of two counts of first degree murder. He was given two
death sentences.
He claims to have has found
religion. “I think of God,” he said. “I play checkers and read the Bible.”
His victims, Robert and Georgette
Sturmfels, have been dead for nearly twenty years.