23 January 2012

Red Rum

Fran Rizerby Fran Rizer

Many readers are familiar with South Carolina's three most notorious killers: Donald (Pee Wee) Gaskins, Larry Gene Bell, and Susan Smith.

Gaskins (photo on left) tortured, killed, and admittedly cannibalized anywhere from one hundred to a hundred and ten victims--some for fun, some for profit. He once escaped prison by hiding in a garbage truck and fled to Georgia, but was recaptured there. Sentenced to the electric chair twice, Gaskins's first sentence was changed to life in prison when the courts reversed South Carolina's capital punishment laws. While serving the life sentence, Gaskins killed a fellow death-row inmate by blowing him up with explosives. This was a hired hit, and capital punishment had been reinstated in South Carolina. Gaskins was electrocuted in "Old Sparky" in 1991. He was known as "The Meanest Man in the World" and the "Redneck Charlie Manson."

Larry Gene Bell (photo on right) chose electrocution over lethal injection for his execution in 1996 for the kidnapping, abuse, and murder of seventeen-year-old Shari Smith and ten-year-old Debra May Helmick. He forced Shari Smith to write a "Last Will and Testament," which he mailed to her family. He also harrassed the family by telephone both before and after Shari's body was found. He obsessed about and threatened Shari's sister Dawn. Bell is suspected of having murdered more young females before these two.

Susan Smith (left) is serving life for the intentional drowning of her sons, fourteen-month-old Alexander and three-year-old Michael. Born 9/26/71, Smith had a tragic childhood. Her father committed suicide when she was six years old, and later she was a documented victim of sexual abuse by her step-father. Smith had hopes of a future with her wealthy employer when her divorce was final, but the man told her he wasn't interested in a "package deal" or raising another man's children. Her sentence start date was 11/04/94.

There are many books, movies, and documentaries about these three, or to make it simple, just look them up on Wikipedia. Our topic for today is also murder in South Carolina, an
account written by Evelyn Baker, who knew the victims. Though less notorious, the case of The Good Twins is as chilling as any of the more famous killings. Here’s the story:

by Evelyn Baker

It seems like yesterday when my older friend Cleo said, "Eve, my son Frankie is moving down here from Tennessee. He's divorced, and I'd like you to meet him."

I thought, "If he's anything like his mom, I'll like him." Cleo was a character. That's the best word for this petite, guitar-playing singer from Nashville. She was full of off-the-wall advice like, "Enjoy your youth. When you wake up on your fortieth birthday, take your clothes off and stand in front of a mirror. You'll see gravity drop everything toward the floor," and, "Don't put all your eggs in one bastard."

Frankie moved to Columbia, SC, Cleo introduced us, and we dated, but there wasn’t any chemistry. We simply became friends. Frankie talked a lot about his kids, twin boys who lived with their mother in Nashville. He was worried because his ex was having trouble with them. They were fifteen years old, in special ed classes, and refused to follow rules—their mother’s or the school’s. Frankie talked about his mom, too. Cleo lived in an elegant water-front home on Lake Murray. Unhappy in her
riage, Cleo wanted another divorce.

Soon Frankie had gone to Tennessee to pick up the boys, a
nd Cleo had moved out of her beautiful house. Mother and son rented a mobile home in Irmo to live in while they built a new house on lake-front property Cleo owned. They put a small travel trailer camper on the lot for convenience
when working because they were doing some of the building themselves.

With that good old SC hospitality, I invited Frankie and his twin sons--Craig and Timmy--to my home for a cookout. The twins didn't like hanging out on the patio, and my three children invited them to the upstairs game room. At a reasonable hour, Frankie called the boys down to go home. After they were gone, my oldest child, Susan, told me, "Mom, you don't want those boys around Chris and Jeffrey. They talk ugly, and they're mean."

"What did they do?" I demanded, immediately defensive of my young ones.

"They didn't hurt any of us. They just talk mean. I would have called you upstairs if they hurt anyone."

Susan refused to add anything more, but I didn't invite Frankie to bring his sons back. When he suggested family activities, I made up excuses. He acknowledged that his sons were “a hand full,” but he loved them. I didn’t have the heart to tell him, “My kids don’t like your kids.” We saw less of each other, but Frankie and I still talked on the telephone a lot.

That fall, Frankie's cousin LeeAnn called me one night and asked, "Eve, do you know where Frankie is? Nobody in the family has heard from him for days. Even Cleo doesn't know where he is."

I was able to ease their minds by telling her, "Frankie told me he was going to Nashville for a few days."

Months later, LeeAnn called me again looking for Frankie. I was working at a supper club, and she actually had me paged at work, which was as rare as the snow on the central South Carolina ground that Friday night.

"Do you know where Frankie is?" LeeAnn asked. "Nobody in the family has heard from him or Cleo all week. I called the school today, and the twins have been absent several days."

I admit I was a little irritated to be called at work about this. "You know Frankie and Cleo. They're both free spirits. Probably took off for Tennessee again," I answered. "Don't worry. They're both adults and I'm sure the twins are with them, where ever they are."

LeeAnn continued, "I went by their mobile home in Irmo. I tried to look through the blinds on the window, and it looks like Cleo is lying on the couch, all wrapped up in that afghan she loves so much. I beat and beat on the door, and she didn't move."

"One of them must have dropped the afghan on top of something on the couch," I suggested. "Frankie is so excited about building the new house. I'll bet they're up there and the phones aren't working because of the ice and snow. They're probably fine in the travel trailer," I assured her, eager to get back to work.

"Would you ride up there with me after you get off?" LeeAnn's voice was pleading.

Now the last thing I wanted to do at two o'clock in the morning was ride thirty miles on icy, snowy roads in South Carolina, where most of us don't know how to drive in those conditions. "Call the sheriff," I suggested. "Get them to stop by and check. They'll probably call you back to tell you everything's fine."

"I'll call you when I know something," she said.

"Wait 'til I'm off work," I replied.

A few hours later, at the busiest time of the night, LeeAnn had me paged again. "We're slammed right now," was the first thing I said. Then I realized she was crying.

"They're dead!" she sobbed. "The cops found Frankie and Cleo shot to death in the travel trailer, and the boys are missing. They've been kidnapped."

I personally couldn't think of why anyone would want to kidnap fifteen-year-old boys other than for ransom, and the only ones who'd pay ransom for them had been killed. I'd bet the boys were injured or dead somewhere.

Cleo had apparently been cooking when she was shot standing in front of the open refrigerator. One of the bullets went through her and wound up in an egg stored on the fridge door. Frankie had been shot in the back.

Though I tried, it was impossible to console LeeAnn and other family members who were devastated by the deaths and worried sick about the twins the next few days. Their fear for the twins changed when the cops told them that Cleo's jewelry had been pawned downtown by identical teenagers. Craig and Tim are identical twins. A few days later, the boys were arrested hiding in Nashville. They'd trashed motel rooms on their way.

Craig had always been the dominant brother, and Timmy generally followed along. They confessed that they'd planned to kill their dad and grandmother so they could have money and move back to Tennessee. In 1989, Craig was convicted of murder and sentenced to life in prison. Tim was convicted of voluntary manslaughter and sentenced to fifty-five years and six months in prison. Tim's first parole eligibility is 9/20/12 and Craig's is 11/09/13. The boys have been incarcerated in separate facilities, but neither has a good record in prison, so it's unlikely, though not impossible, that either will be paroled at first eligibility.

Why would anyone call men who brutally murdered their father and grandmother "good"? Because that's their surname. Craig is Craig Layman Good and Tim is Timothy Sean Good.
They are "The Good Twins."

Postscript from Fran: Writers are frequently asked where story ideas originate. Real life is the basis for more than just true crime stories. Truth is, sometimes, indeed, stranger than fiction. If you'd like to see current photos of Susan Smith, Craig Good, and Tim Good, go to
SC's Incarcerated Inmate Search at http://sword.doc.state.sc.us/scdc-public/

Until we meet again… take care of YOU.


  1. A very thought-provoking and unsettling post, Fran. Horrific as these crimes and their perpetrators are, they do hold our attention; if only because what they do is ultimately so incomprehensible; their inner selves so alien.

    Ironically, my post tomorrow mentions Susan Smith, as well; though within a different context.

    Thanks, Fran. Good piece.

  2. David,
    Thanks for your comment. Susan Smith's case and her actions while incarcerated fascinate me because I cannot understand how interest in a man can cause a woman to forfeit her children even in a custody situation, much less lead her to murder them.
    I'm sure you've seen the pix of her at time of the trial, but do go to the SC Inmate website and take a look at her now.

    I'll definitely check your post first thing tomorrow. My mom is better and I'm hoping to sleep at home tonight.

    Also, congrats again on the

  3. Very disturbing, Fran. Re Susan Smith, was her motivation interest in a man or desperation for security? As a therapist, I can tell you that survivors of sexual abuse can't take it for granted that parents (or step-parents) would never hurt their children. Many vow to be as different from the abusive parent as possible, but some, unfortunately, end up replicating the behavior.

  4. Chilling, Fran, chilling.

    Susan Smith set a sort of precedent. Until her confession, many people professed it was impossible for a mother to kill her children.

    Fran, some of us know what you've been through, so I know much of this didn't come easily for you.

  5. Liz and Leigh, thanks for commenting. Yes, Leigh, this is a difficult time of year for me and a difficult subject. Liz, Susan Smith had been involved in an affair with the son of the owner of the business where she worked. What seemed to trigger killing the two boys was when he told her that he didn't want to continue because he didn't want a woman with children. Perhaps having an affair with a rich man was her way of seeking security.
    Diane Downs shot her three children for the same reason though the man she was obsessed with wasn't rich.
    Ann Rule's book Small Sacrifices about that case is fascinating.
    Another mother convicted of killing some of her children is Darlie Routier. I never doubted Susan Smith and Diane Downs were guilty, but had I been on Darlie Routier's jury, I may have voted not guilty.

  6. If I remember right, Smith's stepfather said he'd molested her as a teen. From the reaction of the court, I wondered if he'd claimed that to help mitigate her sentence. Kind of hard to tie one to the other though.

  7. I was summoned to be a potential juror in their trial in South Carolina. They were tried at the same time. I will never forget the looks on the faces of those two demons. They looked like two evil soulless vampires. There was no emotion in their faces and nothing human at all in their eyes and they were just smiling and laughing the whole time they were in court.

  8. Thanks for your comment, Anonymous. I did not go to the trial for many reasons. To this day, Eve and I wonder what the Good twins said or did that made her oldest child tell her not to have them around her children again.Susan's answer when questioned remains, "It was obvious that the 'Good' twins are evil." I appreciate your comment. If you feel like sharing or asking anything else about this case, please email me at franrizer@gmail.com

  9. Wow! As a South Carolina native (who happened to be in college for a couple of years with Dawn Smith, sister of Shari Faye Smith, one of Larry Gene Bell's victims) who has been a proud resident of Nashville, TN, for 30 years, as well as an avid Investigation Discovery watcher, I am surprised that this story about the Good Twins doesn't sound familiar to me! How heartbreaking that their father and grandmother weren't able to complete their dream home on the lake, and more sickening, that these two people were murdered in cold blood by their sons/grandsons! It sounds like adults needed to intervene in these boys' lives much earlier, and then maybe their grandmother and father could have been saved!

    By the time of Shari Smith's disappearance and murder, I had transferred to a different college, but as soon as I saw the report on the news, accompanied by Shari's picture, I was instantly sure that she had to be Dawn's sister because they looked so much alike! I didn't know Dawn all that well when we were in college together, but we have reconnected via Facebook in the last few years, and every time I hear or see her family's story again, I am amazed that they came out of all of that as well as they did! It was tragic enough to lose Shari, but all the drama that Larry Gene Bell put them through in the aftermath was unreal! By the way, I was not in favor of capital punishment until this incident! Now, in certain cases (this being one; Nashville's most infamous serial killer Paul Dennis Reid being another - Google it if you aren't familiar with it. He died of natural causes while on Death Row.!), I am 100% in favor of the death penalty!

    I was already living in Nashville at the time of the Susan Smith incident, so I got most of my info from the national news and from relatives who still lived in SC. Personally, I thought she was off her rocker from the get-go, and, while the relationship with the man who didn't want her kids might have been a factor in the murder, I never thought it was the entire reason. She was young and had led a rough life in her growing-up years, and found herself in her early 20's with two small children and no idea where to turn. She almost killed herself at the same time she killed her children, and in fact asked the local sheriff if she could use his gun to kill herself when the law was closing in on her. She sounds psycho, and while I feel sorry for all she experienced when she was growing up, that does not excuse taking the lives of two innocent small children. If she truly didn't think she could care for them, for whatever reason, she should have put them in foster care or asked a relative to care for them, or somehow reached out for help.

    I was pretty young at the time of Pee Wee Gaskins' case - maybe nine or ten or so - so I don't recall many specifics of that one, but I did know a family whose daughter he claimed to have killed.

    Tonight I found this site by Googling Larry Gene Bell's name, after watching the most recent TV show about Shari Smith's murder. This one was called "I, Witness," and Dawn narrated the entire show, giving a play-by-play of all her family went through back in 1985.

  10. Thank you for posting this story about the "Good Twins", Mrs. Rizer. I attended Irmo Middle and High schools back then and I remember these boys. I remember vividly that I did NOT want to hang out with them. I just knew somehow in my naive youth that they were bad news. Then the next thing I heard was that they were both in jail for killing family members. Is there any word if they are still in prison?

    1. Craig is still in jail while his brother I believe is released. You can search South Carolina inmates. Craig Layman Good or Timothy Good. Timmy’s profile is no longer there, which makes me think he got released. I know these guys really well. They were my childhood friends in the 80s when they lived on Capri Dr. In Nashville with their dad. Yes, they were wild. I remember their aunt too, Leeann. Very attractive, who sometimes come visit them from South Carolina. If I have to guess on who pulled the trigger, it would be 99% Craig. He was the evil of the two, whereas, Timmy was the nicer one, a follower.


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