09x03 - I Don't Know Why He Spared Me

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So this is Grandview Park.

I haven't been here for...



This is
a beautiful place to be,

but this place holds
no good memories.

Most people don't know
what happened.

Tony and I and some friends
were here over 30 years ago

having a picnic on
the hillside,

and they headed down that
hillside into these woods

onto that path...
I stayed behind.

I didn't really want to see

a place where

someone was m*rder*d.

The experience of being
with Tony Fiebiger...

It is like a permanent tattoo
without the ink.

That name, I will forever
remember for very bad reasons.

Who walks around and thinks,
possibly my

husband is a serial k*ller
and my boyfriend...

You don't... that's not even in
the realm of rational thinking.

It's just such a sickening...
wow.

And then I feel like,
okay, how many of

my co-workers and everyone's
gonna see this

and say, "Sharon, what were
you thinking?"

But I'm telling you,
I'm telling you,

it can happen to anyone.

It can happen to anyone.

I was born and raised in
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

I was studying
to be a nurse.

I was commuting back and forth
from my parents' house

to school...
I wanted my own apartment.

I found an apartment.

The bottom apartment
was empty for a while,

maybe 2, 3 months.

And then Anthony Fiebiger
moved in.

Coming home from school,
coming home from work,

he would be outside,
setting up a grill,

and he would say hello.

I would say hello,
and we just started talking.

That's how we got
to know each other.

- You want a beer?
- Yeah.

Why not?

He wasn't very attractive.

He was overweight.

He was bald, but he was
charming and sweet.

After talking to him
over and over and over,

he seemed to become
funnier to me,

become more relaxed,
having casual conversation.

And before I knew it, we were
hanging out more and more.

Tony and I dated for a while,

several months... next thing you
know, we were living together.

I hadn't really dated
anyone seriously prior

to this, just minor
high school boyfriends.

So he secured my trust
pretty quickly.

He was waiting for me every
day after work, after school.

He would always hold my hand.

He would always open doors.

So, in the beginning,
he appeared to be

the perfect boyfriend.

Maybe the fourth
or fifth time that we spoke,

sitting outside eating dinner,

I had asked him why he had
moved all the way out here.

You never told me why
you ended up moving out here.

It's kind of
a sore subject.

And he had said that he had to
give up his prior apartment,

because he lived there with
his former girlfriend, Norma,

and that she had
suddenly disappeared.

What happened?

He said,
just very matter of fact,

calmly said, "Oh,

"she... she was
in the drug scene.

"All her friends
were drinkers, using drugs.

"She would come and go all
hours of the day and night.

"And I guess just one day,
she just

"decided she didn't want
to be with me anymore.

So she just left with her
friends and never came back."

And he also made a point of
mentioning, "Oh,

"and she left her purse,
her wallet, her keys.

"Everything was just left.

She just literally never
came back."

I mean, she just finished.

That's so crazy.

I questioned it
initially... who leaves their

purse and their personal things
as a woman?

He attributed it to,

that's what people do
when you just hang out

with people that do drugs
and drink alcohol.

You just get tired of it

or you find someone else
to move on with,

and you just leave.

Did the cops
get involved or anything?

Oh, yeah.

He also went on
a little further to say,

"Oh, I had nothing to do
with it,

"because the police did
question me.

"The police did come over.

The police even gave me
a lie detector test."

It was a nightmare.

"But I passed it."

He said, "I had nothing to do
with her disappearance."

Looking back,
that's absolutely a red flag.

Wow, what a big flag.

But at the time, being young,
I was relatively sheltered.

I've never dealt with having
anyone disappear

out of my life,
so I just believed him.

It's crazy.

He had a way of
just dismissing any questions

that you might have had about

his past or about him
just saying, "Oh,

it's nothing.
Oh, it's no big deal."

And I think when you're young,
you believe that.

This the first time I've

seen what Norma
actually looks like.

"Missing woman being sought,
Miss Parker is a black female

"with light skin,
dark hair, and brown eyes

who stands 5-foot-three
and weighs 130 pounds."

So she was quite small.

And certainly
no match for Tony.

Didn't deserve
what happened to her.

He was able to not only
m*rder someone,

but he did get away with it
for quite some time.

Initially,
I didn't think he had

anything to do with
her disappearance.

However, certain people
would make references

to it when we would go
around them,

and they seemed to still
have suspicions.

We were out driving one day,
and we happened to drive

by his cousin's house,

who lived in that
general vicinity.

His cousin was
standing outside.

So we pulled up,
and Tony

rolled the window down
and said, "Hey, how you doing?"

Hey, what's up, cuz?

And the cousin said,

"Don't come around here.
Don't speak to me."

Understand me?
I want nothing to do with you.

"These people have been coming
here every day asking me

"questions about that drum.

"I don't want you to talk
to me,

"come around me, nothing.

"I'm sick of these people

comin' to my house
asking me questions."

Tony was telling him
like, "Hey, settle down."

He said, you know,
"It's not what you think.

"It'll be all right.

It's okay.
There's nothing going on."

But the cousin was so angry
and so aggressive.

He goes, "I don't know what
you did, but I've had it.

I'm done with you,"
and walked away.

Get away from this one.
You're better off.

I was completely shocked.

I didn't know
what this was about.

What the hell was that?

And he said, "Oh, that's just
him being angry

because I didn't pay him
enough to help me move."

What container was he
talking about?

And he said that
his cousin had helped him move

items out of his basement,

including a giant, like,


And I thought,

"Why would someone have a drum
in their house to begin with?"

That's an industrial thing.

Well, what was in it?

Nothing.

I just assumed that
the landlord had maybe stored

things in the basement
that really weren't Tony's

possessions at all.

And when Tony moved,
he just decided

to clear everything out.

- Sorry about that.
- It's okay.

We didn't talk
about it any further.

Tony's facial expressions
sometimes would change

when we were together.

He'd have these moments
where he would

just stare off into space,
and to look at him

looked evil.

The stare was blank.
There was no smile.

Tony?

Yeah.

Like he was in a constant
train of thought of something.

I would say, "What's wrong?
What are you thinking about?"

And he would say, "Nothing.
Nothing. Never mind."

And just would stare off.

Is everything all right?

Yeah.

No smile, no expression,
just a blank stare.

Very serious.
And a lot of times,

he wouldn't respond when
you would say, "What's wrong?

Something going on?"
He would just stare.

Are you sure
everything is all right?

I don't know
what he was contemplating

during those quiet moments.

But looking back, I wonder if
those moments where he was

trying to control,
possibly, the urges

that he had to k*ll someone.

In his confession,
Fiebiger

told detectives that he had
fantasized almost all his life

about k*lling people,
specifically children.

He said
he has more fantasies

about k*lling
than he does about sex.

The first person
he seriously thought

about k*lling
was a girl named Maggie.

He was 17 at the time
and liked her, but she didn't

like him.

Fiebiger also told police
that when he was 18 or 19,

he had picked up
a female hitchhiker,

r*ped her, and dumped her
by the side of the road.

That crime apparently
was not reported.

This is the first time that...

I'm reading that
he had fantasies about

k*lling children.

See, this?
I have never read that

or knew that or...
That is so...

Oh, my goodness.
I...

can't believe it.

Looking back now,
those times that he would

be quiet and not speak
to me and stare off...

I believe he was probably
fighting urges to k*ll me.

I don't know exactly

what it was that prevented
him from acting on those urges

to hurt me,
and I would just

wonder what
he would say to that.

Did you have those urges
to k*ll when

you were with me,
and what stopped you?

What was it about me?

Was it my kindness
towards him?

Was it my ability to

make him feel good
rather than inferior?

Was it my willingness
to let him

take control of where
we were going?

What we were going to do?

I am so grateful that I got
away when I did.

This park

just has

a bad memory for me.

Most people don't know
what happened.

Tony used to like
to be outdoors a lot.

He liked to fish.

He'd like to hike.

He always liked
to be in parks,

and he would have some of
the most remote

locations with literally
no one in sight anywhere.

And I used to say,
"How did you find this?"

He would say,
"Oh, through friends,"

but they were not, like,
common locations.

I thought that was pretty neat
at first,

but at the same time was kind
of creepy in a way,

because no one was ever around.

So one day, Tony decided
that we should go meet up

with some of his friends
and go have a picnic.

Just sitting there,
all of us, he mentioned...

You guys wanna
hear something creepy?

- Yeah.
- "Hey, down over there,"

and he pointed to a general
area over the hillside,

"There's trails,
and a girl was found m*rder*d

there years prior."

And I said, "Really?"

And he said, "Yeah, they never
solved her m*rder.

She was just found on
the trail, m*rder*d."

Yeah, it was
a couple of years ago.

He did not go into
details, real calm,

matter of fact,
no emotion.

And one of the friends

we were with said, "Oh,
yeah, Marcia, I remember."

Yeah, he's right.
It was a high school girl.

And they all talked
about it like, yeah,

it was an unsolved m*rder.

Some high school age girl was
just m*rder*d on this trail,

and they never found out
who did it.

And he said, "Do you want to go
take a walk down there?"

You guys wanna go check
it out?

And I said, "No, that's really
strange and creepy. No."

Come on, guys,
that's sick.

I just found it, like,
shocking and sad.

And why would you bring
that up at our picnic?

But it just seemed
as if everybody was

ready to stand up
and go for a walk.

So I stayed behind.

But him and several
of our friends,

they took the hike or walk down,
and I stayed back.

When he came back,
we just packed our things

and went on with the day.

He never brought up.

Marcia's m*rder ever again.

It never occurred to me
or dawned on me at the time.

How would he know where
exactly she was found?

So this
is Grandview Park.

I haven't been here
for 30 years.

Up here was where
we had the picnic,

looking over the hillside,

and they headed
down that hillside,

into these woods,
onto that path.

At that time,

I thought it was
just a casual walk.

I had no idea

that he was, in fact, the one
that m*rder*d the young girl.

This park is a peaceful place,

unfortunately marred
by Marcia's m*rder.

But I hope that her spirit
is free and her family

finds comfort,

knowing that justice
has been served.

I'm at peace now, being here
again 30 years later,

and hope that she is, too.

Throughout our course
of dating,

Tony decided to introduce me
to his mother, Marlene.

She was very gracious, kind.

She seemed
to very much like me.

I grew very fond of her.
I would go over...

She was always baking cookies,
and I would sit at

her table, when we would talk,
and she would tell me

different little things
about Tony.

One day,
I went over to Marlene's house

to spend some time with her.
Tony was working.

And she had asked me
what we had

done the prior day
or the prior weekend,

and I mentioned to her that

Tony had taken me
to Grandview Park.

It was a great time until Tony
scared the hell out of me

with some story about a m*rder*d
girl out in the woods.

And she said to me,
"Oh, yes.

You know, Sharon,
the day the m*rder

allegedly happened,
the night before,

she said that Tony was
in her house

in the middle of the night.

He was acting anxious.

He was in a very
hurried, rushed state.

Very excited, very agitated.

He scared me, truly.

And she told him to get out of
the house, and he did.

But then she later discovered
one of her knives was missing.

And at that point,
she just said to me,

"I don't know, Sharon,
but I never forgot it.

"I don't know why
he would have taken that,

but he was the only one that
could have taken that knife."

What are you trying to say?

When she said that to me,

I was shocked that she would
think that of her own son.

I did not believe Tony
had anything to do with that.

I was just trying
to calm and reassure her

that I'm sure he had
nothing to do with it.

That was just
my instinct was just to

try to calm her
and make her feel better.

She did ask me not
to say anything to Tony.

She told me things
in confidence

and asked me to keep them
to myself.

And I honored her wishes
and did not ask Tony questions.

It just didn't occur
to me in my life

that I actually knew someone

or could know someone that was
capable of m*rder.

Anthony Fiebiger
and Joseph Morton

were looking for a woman to
r*pe on a rainy night



and young Marcia Jones
was an easy victim.

Both men tried to r*pe her

and then took turns
beating and kicking her.

Fiebiger wanted to make
sure she was dead.

After propping her body up
against a tree,

he and Morton walked
a short distance to.

Fiebiger's home.

They found a long steak
knife from

a kitchen drawer and walked
back to the woods.

They used it repeatedly,
stabbing Jones in the face

and neck.

They then hid her body under
some leaves and weeds.

This is the first time
I seen Marcia Jones. Wow.

Just an innocent, carefree
high school student.

He truly was a sociopath.

I just can't... just can't
believe it, that's all.

I'm just... can't believe
I was with somebody like this.

I didn't have a clue.
Just did not have a clue.

I'm waiting
and waiting and waiting,

and next thing I know,

I see Tony coming out of
the mall with

the police officers,
handcuffed,

getting into the back
of the police car.

Before we moved in together,

I had no idea
that Tony had any

interest or knew anything of
the martial arts.

And he would just say, "Okay,
I'm going to practice now.

You don't mind, I hope?"

You mind if I do some training
while you're reading?

Training?

And I said,
"Oh, no, go ahead."

I would read a book
or watch TV,

and he would stand off
to the side and just

start practicing,

twirling and flipping
these nunchucks.

I was surprised at first,
because he did

not strike me as
the martial arts type.

He was kind of overweight.

He smoked.

I was surprised that he knew

how to use them.

While he would work out
with these nunchucks,

he would describe to me how
you could k*ll somebody or hurt

somebody with the nunchucks.

You know, you can k*ll
somebody with a pair of these.

Then he would demonstrate that

you could strangle somebody.

Showed me the exact way in
which you have to get

the victim to be able
to be successful.

Wrap it around their neck
and just squeeze

the life out of them.

I didn't necessarily
think that was really true.

It just never crossed
my mind that someone

would actually use that
to k*ll somebody with.

I later found out that

he had strangled Norma

with those nunchucks.

Looking back, seeing myself
sitting there on the couch,

staring at him,

I would have never believed
that if you did

something like that, that you
would readily talk about it.

When, in fact,
you actually did it.

While we were dating,

there were times
that Tony would disappear

for two or three days
at a time.

He would not even
give me a warning.

He would just
never come home.

We didn't have phones
back then, cellphones,

so the only way I could
possibly try to find him

would be to call his job

or call his mom
or call his friends.

Have you seen Tony?

I would say,
"Hey, was he around?

Did you go anywhere?"

And they would say,
"No, he wasn't with us."

So he literally would
disappear somewhere.

If you could just let me
know if you've seen him, okay?

I never really looked

to see if the nunchucks
were missing.

It's just not something
that crossed my mind,

um, to look for.

When he got back,
he would tell me,

"Oh, I just went fishing
for two days up at the lake.

You know, that place
I took you?"

- What the hell?
- What?

His explanation to
me was,

"I just like to get away
and be by myself,

go camping, fishing, and those
are times I wanna be alone."

He said everybody deserves
their own private time.

You had me completely
freaked out over here.

Honey, I'm sorry.

Up to that point,

we had spent pretty much every
waking hour with each other,

so I felt like,
"Okay, maybe this is true.

Maybe people do need
some downtime."

So I believed it.

Keep me
posted next time?

In retrospect, I don't know
really what he was doing.

I absolutely wonder

if he wasn't out
hurting someone else.

I don't think I ever will know
what he was doing,

and I don't necessarily know
if I want to

find out either,
knowing what I know now.

I started getting up every
day in the morning,

cooking breakfast
for both of us

before we would get ready
to go off to work,

and I started noticing
sandwich bags laying on

the counter of pills,

different kinds,
different shapes.

I would say,
"What is this?"

And he would always say,
"Oh, they're just downers,"

or, "They're just uppers.
I just feel tired today,"

or, "I just needed
to relax last night."

At first,
it didn't concern me,

because there wasn't
a lot of them, but after,

like, several weeks, it just
seems like it became more

and more consistent,
and then

he started getting
in trouble at work.

He was stealing
from stores.

These things that he started
to do ended in several arrests.

One day, we had to take
a ride to Kmart.

I sat in the car,
he went in,

and a period of time passed,
and he never came back out.

So I'm waiting
and waiting and waiting.

And next thing I know,
I look over, and I see

Tony coming out of the mall

with the police officers,
handcuffed.

I was absolutely devastated.

I mean, I was almost to
the point of hysterics, because

I have never seen anybody
I know in handcuffs before

being arrested.

I didn't know exactly
what he had done.

I just jumped over into

the driver's seat
and drove myself home.

I wasn't as happy anymore
as I used to be.

Do I leave him?
Do I stay?

This is starting to get ugly.

So what's next?

During the course of
the relationship,

I started to notice that
things started to change.

Hello?

The final straw for me was

I realized that
the behaviors weren't

getting better,
they were getting worse.

He would call me from jail,
and I just didn't want to

be with somebody that was
in and out of jail so often.

I didn't really have
a break-up call, per se.

Why are you yelling
at me right now?

He would get mad and hang up.
I would get mad and hang up.

Are... are you done?

It was more or less,

I just don't want
to deal with this anymore.

Just stop calling me.

You know what?
I'm done.

And then...

I made plans to move.

Didn't want him
to get out of jail

and try to come back
and find me.

Instinctively,

I said I must get out of
this situation while I have

the opportunity
to do so safely.

By the time he would
get out of jail,

I could already be gone.

I ended up just packing
all my things and...

moving away.

After I moved out of
the apartment,

a couple months later,
I met someone else,

and Greg and I were
together for a while.

He wanted me to live with him
in his apartment,

so I moved out of my mom's
house and moved in with Greg.

I became pregnant

with my oldest daughter,

so I pretty much
was living a new life.

After Tony and I broke up,
I did not hear from him.

He remained in jail
for quite some time.

One day,
for something to do,

Greg asked if I was interested
in going to a monster truck

show in Pittsburgh, and I had
never been to one of those,

and I said, "Okay."

Yeah!

We were sitting there,
and I decided to

get up and just stretch.

And I happened to turn around.

When I looked up...

I saw Tony sitting there.

And he was staring
directly at me,

and it's like our eyes met.

It's like time stopped right
then and there

when I saw his face.

What I saw when I looked
and saw his face,

it was blank.

It was dark.
It was evil.

It was absolutely evil.

Looking at me as if, you know,
if I could, I would k*ll you.

Didn't even blink,
just stared.

It absolutely spooked me
to the core,

and I turned away
and sat down.

And then...

I nudged Greg and I said,
"Tony is here."

And I never looked back again.

We stayed for

maybe 15 more minutes,
and I said I wanted to leave,

so we just simply got up,

and Greg took my hand,
and we walked out.

I was pregnant at the time,

so I was even more fearful
that he would

want to seek revenge, maybe,
or want to harm me in some way.

So I spent the next several
months until I had

my daughter just kind of
staying in our house.

I didn't wanna be out
on the streets anymore,

because I didn't know
where he was.

About a year to maybe
two years later,

I was sitting at home
with my daughter,

and there was a knock
on my door.

There were two gentlemen
at the door.

Special Agent Bartol
with the FBI.

And they asked if
they could speak to me.

I said,
"Okay, what is this about?"

And they said,
"Do you remember

a gentleman by the name
of Anthony Fiebiger?"

Yes. Yes.
Please, come in.

And they said, "Recently,
we picked up Mr. Fiebiger."

He was on the streets,
he was drunk,

and they were picking him up
for disorderly conduct.

They took him down to the local

police station.

Once he was in lockup,
he started rambling.

And while he was
sitting in the jail cell,

he started telling
them that

he committed a m*rder.

When the FBI came to my house,

they asked if they could speak
to me and told me that Tony had

confessed to k*lling his last
girlfriend prior to me,

and her name was Norma.

And they proceeded to say
that allegedly he k*lled her,

because she woke him up.

He was sleeping, and he got
angry and took the nunchucks

and strangled her with them.

Oh, my God.

At which point, he took her
body and put it inside of

a drum, went and bought
several batteries,

drained them of the battery
acid, poured the battery acid

over her,

took the drum in his car,
and buried her

and agreed to show them
where he buried her.

You're sure that
he's the one who...?

He confessed,
and he was also able

to lead us to the remains
and identify her.

And after that,
he decided to tell them

he k*lled before that,

and then he confessed
to k*lling Marcia.

I was absolutely speechless.

How did I not know

that I was with someone
like that?

I had to just sit
and absorb everything

that I just heard and say,

how did you not get that?

How did you miss that,
when all the signs were there?

But I just didn't see it.

Unfortunately, that's not all.

The FBI agents said one
of the reasons they were there

is because they were looking
at possibly profiling Tony

as a serial k*ller.

There's many unsolved murders

that they were possibly

trying to maybe link him to
if they could.

How can I help?

Um, we have this book
of Missing Persons.

Was there any names that
sounded familiar to me?

Was there anybody
he ever mentioned?

When the FBI left my house
that day, they told me this is

gonna be a capital m*rder trial,

which means they're seeking
the death penalty.

I just sat there...

...just speechless.

I didn't...
I couldn't even react.

I was disappointed
in myself for not

seeing what was right
in front of me.

At the same time, I felt relief
that I was still alive.

And then, certainly
most importantly,

the profound sadness
and sorrow I felt

for the people that had
to suffer at his hands.

He was living
a few miles from me,

working in a church,
a Catholic church, and had

apparently a wife and kids,
had gone

on with his life like nothing
ever happened,

and they knocked on his door.

I was at home and received
a phone call from one of

the detectives
to tell me that

he was sentenced to death,
and I...

didn't really
ask any questions.

I didn't care
to know where or when.

Part of me does not support
the death penalty,

but in this situation,
where...

he has openly admitted
to k*lling these women,

I do support

the death penalty for him.

He should pay
with his life.

And it could never
be enough for

several innocent people
that had to die.

Anthony Fiebiger,
the Brookline sociopath

on death row for two vicious
slayings in the 1980s,

wants the state to
execute him.

He says he's being
tortured in prison by

staying in one cell


He doesn't want his life
extended another second.

He wants to be ex*cuted.

Tony wanting to be
ex*cuted because

his living conditions are
subpar on death row.

If it's that torturous
for him,

they should continue
to keep him alive,

because there's no amount
of t*rture that can...

match

what he inflicted in his life
on innocent people.

It is something, to this day,


you just never forget.

So it has impacted my life
for the rest of my life.

I have not been
in contact with him

since he was sentenced
to death.

I don't need or want
to talk to him, see him.

I can't even imagine what
there would be to say.

I don't know that he has ever

been linked to any
other unsolved murders.

But it's a very real
possibility that there

are other victims out there,
and we don't know.

It wouldn't surprise me.

I wonder how
I'm sitting here today.

So... that's something I think
you live with forever,

because you walked away from

something that somebody else
did not.

I'm humble. I'm grateful.

I don't know why, but...

I thank God I am here today
to tell this story.