Carol A. Guy
A House of Secrets, A Web of Lies, A Teenage Killer Who Strikes Without Warning.....
What made 16 year old Joshua Allen Wolf kill Carol Jean Lindley, the grandmother who had raised him since early childhood? Joshua claimed mental illness, the authorities said greed. Once in custody, Joshua claims he can't remember the events of that Saturday afternoon when he walked out onto a balcony took aim and shot his grandmother as she watched television in the family room below. But the police think otherwise. They think he knew exactly what he was doing when he fired the shot. And they think he knew what he was doing when he took Carol Lindley's ATM card and raided her bank account over the next few days as she lay dead in the house, and when he doused the house and her body with gasoline and set a fire meant to destroy all evidence of his crime. Described by some as the picture perfect kid, Joshua had it all -- looks, personality, money and athletic ability. But, even that couldn't hide forever the darkness lurking just below the surface.
"The persistent ringing of the phone roused Joshua Wolf from a fitful sleep. Disoriented and confused, he fumbled for the rinstrument and pushed several buttons before he got the right one.
"Josh? Are you there? Are you all right?" Carol asked.
Her voice sounded strained, far away, to him. In fact, everything seemed far away, distorted. He remembered waking up in the middle of the night, afraid. Something was going to happen. Something bad. She was still talking, and he struggled to understand.
"Josh, are you hurt? It's Nana. Are you all right? Where are you?" Carol asked, silently praying he wouldn't break the connection before she got the information from him.
Then, she heard him crying......"
A call for help:
"Cape County 911, please state your emergency."
"Yes, my house is on fire, and I don't know what to do."
"OK, your house is on fire?"
"Yes, I'm stuck in the basement and...and...and...and...it's smoke-filled."
"You are stuck in the basement?"
"Yeah. Oh, there's a window. Ha. Oh, my God. I don't know where my mom is. I want to get outta here. Dammit, the window won't break!"
"What part of the room - what part of the house is on fire?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"She's upstairs ....I ... can't breathe.....oh my God, I'm not getting outta here!"