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Casey.
Hello.
Whatcha doin'?
Just got in the house. Get my shoes off.
I'm gon' sit down so I can hear good.
Vicky White was a nurturer.
There wasn't anything that she wouldn't do for a friend.
She devoted her life to her job.
She was always doin' for somebody else.
Maybe she was tired of being the good girl.
Do what everybody says, follow the line.
And when that caged bad girl was released,
it knew no bounds.
Vicky White was bringing Casey to the courthouse
for a mental health evaluation.
Vicky and Casey left the jail this morning,
and they haven't came back yet.
They didn't come to the courthouse.
We have an inmate who has escaped our detention center
along with the assistant director of corrections, Vicky White.
I get a phone call that tells me that Vicky's missin'.
Missin'? What do you mean, missin'?
I was callin' all my friends. "Where's Vicky?"
And I was like, "Oh my God. He will kill her."
A blue alert's been issued for a Lauderdale corrections officer.
Right now, deputies are searching
for inmate Casey Cole White and Vicky White.
A nationwide manhunt is underway right now.
...for a capital murder suspect.
Casey is armed and dangerous.
He's dangerous.
This story is headed towards potentially a dangerous ending.
- She's got a gun. - Watch out!
I wanna see your cute lil' smile each morning.
When you get out, you can do anything.
One minute.
I know you're a good girl.
I try to be. I just keep to myself.
Don't give no other guy no attention in front of me.
I'll hurt you.
And I like the pain.
Lord, what am I gon' do with you?
God, I love to hear your laugh.
I love to hear your voice.
- Say my name. - Oh, Casey!
- I love you. - I love you too.
Thank you for using Securus. Goodbye.
My name is Sergeant Matt Burbank.
I'm the supervisor of the General Investigations Division
for the Lauderdale County Sheriff's Office.
Lauderdale County is in the heart of the Bible Belt.
Just that small, hometown feel
that everybody loves that lives in this area.
A lot of the people here have grown up here.
This is the place that people come to raise families.
We're friendly people.
I mean, I know everybody thinks, the further you get down in the South,
you know, you're rednecks. Rednecks.
But we're not.
I don't want people to think because we're, like, relaxed and laid-back
that we're not playin' with the full deck.
No, we're soakin' stuff in.
I worked at Walmart for 17 years.
And then I went to work at the correction center.
I was very naive.
And when I started workin' inside the jail,
and I seen everything,
it was like, "Gosh, you know, all this goes on in Florence?"
Florence Lauderdale County Detention Center.
It is basically a temporary holding facility.
You got people comin' in for failin' to pay a traffic ticket.
And you got people comin' in charged with capital murder.
They may be sittin' side by side in the booking room.
You got people in there tellin' you they're gonna kill you or your family.
Throwin' urine and feces on you.
It's a very intimidating environment.
When you first walk in, and you first hear that door shut,
it's like, "Oh my God."
It's almost like a... a dark feeling, a cold feeling.
It doesn't smell like flowers. That's for sure.
It's got a smell of body odor.
It's not a happy place to be.
It's a tough job.
Vicky White did that job.
Seventeen years as the assistant director of operations.
That's commendable. Very few of 'em last that long.
I've known Vicky White for approximately eight years.
She was in charge pretty much of everything
on the day-to-day operations side of it.
The buck pretty much stopped with her.
That woman, she's one of the hardest workers I've met.
Fifty or sixty hours a week, easy.
6:30 every day, Monday through Friday.
Then sometimes workin' on the weekends as well.
If you had a question about anything, you'd call Vicky.
I ain't parked it today. Not one time.
I'm stressed because I don't put myself first ever in my life.
I always put everybody else first. It's just the way I is.
Take time for everybody but myself.
I always got stuff I need to do, but just ain't enough time in the day.
When I first started work at the jail, I was like, "Man, I wanna be like her."
And some of the things that she would teach me is inmates,
they're not animals, they're human beings, you know.
Inside that jail, Vicky White was, hands down, my best friend.
She treated everybody like they were somebody.
She was like a mother figure that everybody in there never had growin' up.
I was arrested for domestic violence and assaults.
I was scared to death when I first got in there.
I didn't show it.
Before I was arrested, I was an officer for CCA prisons.
I was a part of the riot response. Shakedowns, riot situations.
We were more or less the last line of defense.
But when I got to the jail, to the inmates, that meant I was a police.
And in jail, that's a very dangerous term.
That alone is a very uneasy thing in there.
But Vicky, she was always the soothing, comforting, "It's gonna be okay."
She never let you dwell on it.
I ended up at Lauderdale County Detention Center
for domestic violence, third degree.
I was an alcoholic, and I told my dad I was goin' somewhere.
And he didn't wanna give me the keys, so I go out there and slash his tires.
I go in front of the judge. He puts me in jail for a whole year.
And that's when, um, I met Vicky White.
There was this time that I came in actin' crazy,
and this sergeant put me in a chair.
A chair where they tie you down for you to calm down.
She didn't like that.
She told him to take me off.
She was that person that cared.
Vicky has no children of her own,
but she had that mother instinct. She did.
I was the nurse at the Lauderdale County Detention Center.
Vicky would come to Medical and hang out in Medical with me.
I say, "hang out," but she was hiding out because everybody was hollerin',
"Vicky, Vicky, Vicky, Vicky."
And her phone rang constantly.
When her phone would ring, "Hey. It's Vicky."
Just super bright and bubbly.
But what people didn't hear
is all of the cursing she did before she answered the phone.
"Oh my God. What do they want? What the blah, blah, blah?"
"Hi, it's Vicky."
And we're like, "Where did that second voice come from?"
Like, where's the swearin' Vicky that was just here three seconds ago?
It's like, "Shut up!" You know, "I'm sick of this."
'Cause I mean, you know, we had over 300 people in there.
She wanted everybody to think that she could be a superhero.
Vicky just wanted to take care of everybody.
But who's takin' care of Vicky?
That's the question.
The first time Casey White was in a Lauderdale County jail in 2020,
he was transferred from the Department of Corrections at Donaldson Prison
where he's already servin' 75 years for attempted murder,
along with a lot of other felonies.
But on top of that,
he was facing capital murder charges in our court
because he confessed to a murder that was still being investigated.
So he was at our facility, waiting to go to trial.
We considered him a very dangerous person.
Before going to Lauderdale County,
Casey White was an inmate of the Limestone County Jail
about 11 times in a ten-year period.
I was the sheriff of Limestone County at the time.
Lauderdale County is just to the west of Limestone County.
The first time I met Casey,
he was probably in his late teens, early twenties.
Casey was an extremely large young man. Casey had, off and on, had girlfriends.
Last time he was in my jail was from shootin' at his girlfriend.
Oh my God, I'll never forget that night.
Dispatch called and told me we'd had a home invasion and a shooting.
Casey shot at his girlfriend and killed her dog.
Casey then went next door.
The neighbor next door said that Casey sticks a gun in his face,
tells him that he needs his car keys, which he politely provided to Casey.
Apparently, Casey had pulled into the rest area
and decided he wanted to switch cars.
A man and his wife were backin' out, and Casey tried to get 'em to stop.
They didn't stop, so he shoots through the back window of the car.
Shot the lady in the shoulder.
At the service station, there was another guy there,
and Casey stuck a gun in his face and said, "I need your car."
The victim starts hollerin' at Casey, "Hey, man. Leave me my cell phone."
Well, Casey backs up...
...gives the guy his cell phone, then goes, gets on the interstate.
One of my deputies had spotted Casey
in the stolen vehicle and was givin' chase.
Then he wrecked.
- Put the gun down. - I want the sheriff.
- Just put the gun down. - I want the sheriff.
The sheriff will be here in a minute, okay?
Sheriff's here now, man. Sheriff just pulled up.
When I got there, he's got two guns.
One he's stickin' to each side of his head.
I'm like, "Casey, put them dang guns down."
And he's like, "Mike, call Mom and tell her I love her."
And I'm like, "Oh, Casey. Nobody's gonna die here tonight."
Sir, I'm gon' make y'all shoot me.
No, no, no, no.
Finally, he agrees if I can get him a Sun Drop that he'll put the guns down.
Can someone go get me a Sun Drop?
You want a Sun Drop?
Sun Drop is a soda pop that's, uh, native to North Alabama.
So I gave it to him. He put the guns down.
And then I put him in my vehicle and carried him to the jail.
You know, he got a 70-year sentence out of all that mess.
When he was brought to Lauderdale to face murder charges,
an inmate like Casey White should have been isolated
in a cell by themselves,
but we didn't have that capability at the detention center
because of the crowding issues.
We put him in the A1 cell.
The A1 cell was basically for people that are there for more serious crimes,
more violent crimes.
And it's Vicky's special cell.
There was actually a sign on the cell that we had to ask Vicky for permission
to put someone in that cell.
I met Casey at Lauderdale County Detention Center.
He was put in the same cell that I was put in, A1.
At one time, there were 16 of us in an eight-man cell.
I slept on the floor on a piece of foam because that's all they had. Overcrowded.
Casey was kind of skeptical of me at first, uh,
due to previous employment with the police.
But my story, with the things I had done,
and his story, with the things he had done,
are so similar, so he related to me.
When I first heard I was gonna be in a cell with Casey White,
my reaction was like, "I'm gonna be in here with a devil."
Casey, when he loves you, he loves you.
But if you wasn't in his circle, you better sleep with one eye open.
You better go down the hall because you're putting yourself at risk.
The first time I met Casey, I can remember looking at him
and thinkin' how big he was, at six foot nine.
He was actually very charming. He wanted to talk a lot.
Gives a lot of compliments.
How I dress and trying to build a rapport with me.
And I'm a cigarette smoker, so he was trying to con a cigarette out of me.
But once I turned him down and kind of shut that down, then,
at that point, he wanted nothing else to do with me for the rest of the day.
I could definitely see a manipulation side to him, where he was trying to size me up,
mentally, you know, seein' what he might could get away with.
My uncle actually had called me, who knows Casey.
He said, "Casey White's in your jail."
"Do not be alone with him."
Next thing I know, he's got a sick call in,
and here comes this huge man named Casey White into Medical.
But he was respectful.
I mean, I'd hang out with him if he wasn't in jail, you know?
I would.
But in the position that he's in, no, you don't truly know somebody.
You know, you don't ever know nobody until you live with their ass, and, well,
that's the truth.
So, anyway.
As I opened up the cage door,
Casey White was standing there, and he goes, "Miss Renee?"
And I'm like, "Yes?"
And he's like, "It's been five long years
since I've touched a woman. Do you think I could get a hug?"
I said, "Hell no, you can't."
And so I shut the cage door, and I'm like, "Has he lost his mind?"
You have to be very strong-minded as a woman
to work in a jail with male inmates.
Some officers come in, and if they're having a bad day,
if they had an argument with their spouse the night before,
you know, they come in all droopy-faced, them inmates pick up on it.
"I like what you done with your hair today."
"Your makeup looks really good."
That's why I didn't wear makeup.
And plus, I sweated a lot when I was down there.
You can't cross that fine line.
You don't want to be their enemy, but you can't be their friend.
I mean, I don't want to say nothin' negative about anybody, but
some officers care.
Some care too much.
Some want a buddy. Some want to bring drugs in and hand it to 'em.
Some want to be liked so much and respected by an inmate
that they're willing to lose their jobs and go to jail themselves.
I'm gettin' stressed out in here.
You need a cigarette now, huh?
Mm-hmm.
I need your fuckin' help.
You're gonna get it one day.
Vicky would sit over at a computer,
listening to the inmates' phone calls,
looking at their videos,
exposing officers that were bringin' in contraband.
And she was really good at it.
I would go out on a limb to say that she took pride in it, you know?
It made her feel some sense of satisfaction
to be able to uncover the truth.
I'm so glad the governor got us all tablets so I can call you.
They're doing that everywhere, I think, with the grants for COVID.
Yeah, 'cause they're cuttin' our visits out.
I don't even have no visits no more.
Can you do anything on the tablet?
Ah shit, I don't know.
Hell, as long as I can talk to you once or twice a day, I'll be all right.
That's right.
Talk to you a bit, and lay back and listen to the radio
and wait on a little bit of time to pass.
One day in a county is like three weeks in the free world,
so I pay attention to everything.
Vicky would open the pen hole,
and say, "Hey, Casey. I got your legal mail,"
and hand him his envelope.
And he'd hand her a letter out.
Casey started buying, um, love cards from the commissary.
And he's saying it was going to his mom.
And handed it to Vicky with the mom's name on it,
but there was no address or stamps.
Just the mom's name in the middle.
He also put letters up in the window to Stacy.
That was his private investigator.
So that kept everybody, like, "Okay. He's writin' to an investigator."
But Casey'd say, "Oh, Ty Lynn..." My middle name's Lynn.
"How you spell this word?" "Why?"
"I'm tryin' to write a letter." "Okay."
"Gorgeous." Somethin' like that.
Why is he writin' all of these words to his investigator?
That's when I started to realize it had to be something other than that.
We are all very close in the front office.
What?
Oh my God!
We were all, like, crammed in there.
My desk was right beside Vicky's.
Sherry was a file clerk then, so she was in the back.
You really become family with the people that you work with.
This girl yesterday I work with, she had this little box.
I come in. She said, "Go ahead and get you some candy out of there
before everybody gets it."
Oh my God, I opened the lid on the box like a dumbass,
and a damn spider run up my arm.
About to have a heart attack.
You probably screamed and everything, didn't you?
Oh, I did scream.
It's really hard to keep, like, a secret in there because,
I mean, everybody is so close together.
It was just like, you know, just girl stuff.
But Vicky was a private person,
so I've never seen Vicky with a man. Never.
I didn't even think that she even dated.
I remember when I started dating my husband.
My husband is several years younger than me.
And I told Vicky, "Girl, he's young."
She's like, "Ain't a thing wrong with that."
"Do you." And then she tells me that she's juggling two men at the time.
Vicky was a 56-year-old woman. So I was like,
"Well, you go, girl. Do you, sister."
I'm 38 now.
I swear to God, I never knew more of a woman than you.
You're my queen. You're my everything.
And I know you're a couple years older than I am.
I do not care, babe.
I promise, you're a smokin' fuckin' cougar.
And I know for a fact you will never get too old.
You will always be my queen.
It was in December that she had showed me
and another coworker two Christmas cards
that she had got from each man.
And then one of 'em had two $100 bills in it.
And the two $100 bills were folded really odd.
Like it's from an inmate.
What are you doin'?
Thinkin' 'bout Christmas.
Christmas would be so nice.
I hate Christmas.
You're gonna like Christmas with me.
I'mma go cut our own tree.
Be our first Christmas all up together. We won't need nobody but me and you.
I just knew that she had somebody that she enjoyed.
Didn't know who.
But whoever it was, was makin' her happy.
Damn, I hate you gotta go back to work this week, babe.
I know you don't want to go back.
I know. I'll take another one here before long.
Vicky would always talk about if she won the lottery, she's gone, okay?
And we'd always be like,
"Oh, Vicky, you not goin' nowhere. You're not leavin' the jail."
"When are you gonna retire?" She said, "Soon, girl, soon."
"And when I go, I'm going out with a bang."
Just like that.
And I said, "Girl, you gonna cuss 'em out on the way out the door?"
And she said, "I'm goin' out with a bang."
On Thursday, April 28, Vicky says, "Here's my retirement paperwork."
"It's effective for the next day."
She says, "Matt, I can't do it no more. I'm ready to go. I've put in my time."
And, of course, everybody's like, "What in the heck?"
I had no idea she was about to retire.
And then all of a sudden, it just kinda snuck up on us.
And I thought, "How's this place gonna function?"
I was just shocked that she was that burned out.
Yeah, it's about chicken time, babe.
Chicken day rolls around quick, don't it?
You know it does.
Yup, the time's flyin' by. We're gonna have fun on our adventure.
Never lookin' back at little Alabama,
and then venture around the world on a sailboat.
I keep tellin' you, hush, change the subject.
Nobody knows nothin' unless you say somethin'.
Friday was like every other normal day.
Just a very light day to me.
And there's words in law enforcement that you never say.
And that is, "Man, this is an easy day."
Or, "This is a light day." And I messed up. I said that.
It wasn't a typical day
because the chief deputy and I were going to Birmingham
to attend the academy graduation.
Some of the command staff was out of town at the time.
So we were gonna be shorthanded.
Normally, there'd be 11 deputies workin' a shift,
but on April 29th, there were five.
Vicky said, "We got about 32 inmates goin' to court."
So even though I was off, I came in to help with inmate transport.
I knew she'd be stressed to the max. "Let me help you out."
You know, "You help me. Let me help you."
That was Vicky's last day. So we had gotten a cake for her.
And we went to the break room. She cut her cake.
Everybody hugged. You know, the whole retirement thing.
But she just seemed more quiet than usual.
And I'm like, okay, maybe she's like me and just not good at goodbyes.
During the party, Vicky seemed a little bit like she wasn't fully there.
When I was talking to Vicky that day,
she was lookin' down at a sheet of paper she had there.
Really wouldn't want to look at me that much.
Vicky came up to me, and she goes, well, "Let me see your hand. Open your hand up."
I thought, "Well, what she fixin' to do? Give me a handful of peanuts?"
So I opened up my hand, and that's when she gave me her brass.
So she gave me her brass, and she goes, "I want you to have these."
And I was like, "Vicky, don't... don't leave."
You know, "I still got a lot to learn."
We went back to work, and Vicky had stopped me
and said that she would radio when she needed one of the inmates,
Casey, to be brought up to booking and shackled.
And I said, "Yes, ma'am."
We just went and got him out of the cell,
brought him to booking, shackled him.
Cuffed him to the bench and left him just like she'd asked.
And we went back to work.
It was 9:30.
We're down to our last inmate.
I go on out to the van with him, and this inmate's in for DV strangulation.
So I texted Vicky, and I'm like, hey, I just want someone to know
that I was, you know, by myself with him in case something happened.
But she never replied back.
She was bringing Casey to the courthouse
for a mental health evaluation.
And sometimes they take a few hours.
When you take an inmate out of the cell, you turn their name tag sideways,
so you know that they're out of the cell.
Casey's name tag was still sideways.
That's when we kinda brought it up to people and started conversing about it.
Like, "Hey. It's been a little bit. Where are they at?"
I tried callin' her, and she didn't answer.
About three o'clock, I noticed the name tag was still sideways.
Nobody had heard anything. And we were like, "Okay, what's goin' on?"
We all had a great ceremony. And when it was over, we headed back home.
And I started gettin' phone calls from one of the detention officers.
And he said, "Casey and Vicky White are missin'."
"She brought him to the courthouse this morning for an evaluation,
and they hadn't been seen since."
The lieutenant over at Investigations, he calls.
He asked me, am I in the courthouse? I said, "I'm not there. I'm headed home."
And he just hung up.
And I could tell something wasn't right.
So we begin an immediate search of the courthouse.
We go to every floor, every courtroom, but she was not there.
Blood dropped out of my face.
I mean, I knew it was gonna be serious immediately.
So we put out a BOLO, which is "be on the lookout."
BOLO for missing deputy and Lauderdale County inmate.
Deputy would be Vicky White. Inmate would be Casey Cole White.
Considered armed and dangerous.
I'm not understandin' why all this is transpiring.
I'm drivin' to the office.
And that's when we find out that her car may be located
in the Academy Sports shopping center parking lot.
So I meet my office partner there with some other deputies.
I pull up to the patrol car. I jump out.
I looked in the back seat.
Sitting in the back seat was a handcuff key.
Casey's jail-issued shoes were laying there on the floorboard.
He's not fittin' through the window divider.
I knew he didn't have access to a gun.
There was no way that he would have got out of that back seat.
Just immediately, I knew that Vicky was involved.
She had to let him out.
Vicky has turned a monster loose on the streets.
What is going to happen next?
You start runnin' every worst-case scenario through your mind.
I get a phone call from Investigator Burbank.
He tells me that Vicky's missin'.
She took Casey to court.
I was like, "What kind of idiot would let her do that?"
I mean, she's here. He's way here.
I get logged into the cameras, and I'm looking for any kind of sign.
Anything that could tell something.
And I'm like, rewind, rewind, rewind.
And then my heart drops.
And the coworkers were going, "Well, what is it?"
I'm like, "Look at the video."
Always, you have to be behind the inmate.
You could see her fingers, how they just glided through.
Vicky was doin' something that she would fuss about.
And when I'd seen that Casey was behind her,
I thought, "Oh my God."
She trusted them.
"Vicky, what have you done?"
Here he is, a capital murder suspect.
We know he's done attempted murder.
But she's walkin' in front of him. She shows no concern.
She isn't worried about her safety.
Investigator Burbank is like, "Yeah, we think she went willingly."
"You're shitting me," were my exact words.
"What are you talkin' about?"
"I don't understand."
"No."
"No. No, not Vicky."
It was definitely a shell shock.
Kind of felt like some stabs, yet angry, and felt betrayed.
Vicky needed to be in prison. That's where she needed to be.
And I wanted to be the one to put the handcuffs on her myself.
I immediately had a team of deputies go to Vicky's residence.
Can you see in there at all?
It's empty.
As far... as far as the treadmill.
Her mama.
Here comes her mama, Stance.
At that point, they were approached by Vicky's mother,
who lives just a short distance away, within walking distance.
And she says, "Why are y'all looking for my daughter?"
"Is something wrong?"
Upon talking with Vicky's mother,
we learned that Vicky had actually been livin' there with her mom and dad.
When I told them of what had happened, they were just in shock.
And I could tell genuinely that the family didn't know that Vicky had done this.
They weren't in on this.
So I immediately asked if I could search the residence,
and especially Vicky's room, for any evidence.
Vicky's driver's license, her credit card...
Everything is right there in her purse.
There's a note been left in... Over here, I think.
It's in a notebook somewhere. Did you look through it?
And I'd seen then that Vicky had a lot of money
that was in her checking account until recently,
when she had made a... a big withdrawal.
Vicky was very detailed.
She wrote down every transaction, every debit card purchase.
And Vicky's father showed me Vicky's storage unit paperwork.
So, I'm lookin' at the paperwork, and there's a different phone number
than what I knew Vicky to have.
We cross-referenced that phone number to Casey's prison calls.
We discovered that between November of 2020,
all the way up until February of 2022,
there was over 1,000 phone calls between Vicky and Casey.
This was the first instance
we learned of what her burner phone number was.
I was just shocked.
Hello?
Whatcha doin'?
Nothin'. Whatcha doin'?
Are you just makin' a video of yourself?
How am I gonna be talkin' to you and makin' a video with the phone?
I don't know. With the other one?
No. That's only for work.
This one's only for you.
They had been carrying a relationship on for almost two years.
You know, my heart just kind of sank.
I need to hear you say my name. I need to hear you say you love me.
- Just scream "Casey" out. - I love you, Casey.
Oh, you're gonna be funny, huh?
You have one minute left.
See? You ain't got but a minute left.
I got plenty of time left. I got all the time in the world.
She lied. She lied to all of us.
She lied to me.
She lied to my girls up front.
She lied to the sheriff.
She lied to everybody.
Oh, it hurt.
If I just knew she was running around with this dude,
knowing what he could do to her,
I would shake her to try to shake some sense into her.
Say, "Do you know what you're doin'? Do you know what you're doin'?"
We have had a warrant issued for Director Vicky White.
Those of us who worked with Vicky White and have worked with her for years,
this is not the Vicky White we know.
I was told by the director of the... the jail
that Friday night, it was like he was at a funeral wake.
You know, we just hope that this has a good ending.
I knew time was of the essence.
We're a small agency, so we want all the help that we can obviously get.
We have a meeting with the US Marshals, with the FBI,
with the Alabama Law Enforcement Agency, tryin' to figure out who's gonna do what.
The determination is made we would lead the criminal investigation aspect,
and the US Marshals would lead the manhunt.
The Marshal Service's job is chasing fugitives.
The Casey and Vicky White case
is probably a once-in-a-lifetime for a lot of investigators.
The marshals are arriving.
They're settin' up their war room with all their equipment.
Vicky knows what investigative techniques we're gonna use.
She knows how law enforcement thinks. She knows how they operate.
So this is gonna be probably one of the hardest investigations
that any of us had ever worked.
They don't have my number.
Yes, they do have your number.
Well, let me rephrase that. This number.
All that stuff is not recorded.
Yes, it is, Mr. White.
I know these things.
You can't google anything, because anything you google can be found.
You can't use your cell phone
'cause cell phones pick up on any cell phone towers.
Vehicles have GPS in 'em.
Now, you have somebody that's been in the profession for 20-plus years.
Vicky knows how we chase fugitives.
But we also look for other details.
And by looking at her habits over the last year,
we were really able to glean some clues about what their plans might be.
We were able to look at some receipts over the year leading up to this escape.
She would go to a Walmart to buy groceries.
And when she bought groceries,
she would buy one piece of camping equipment at a time.
She was concealing the purchases that she was making.
You already at Walmart?
Mm-hmm.
With as many cars as there is, I might just not do Walmart.
You going to Target, and you stay out of Walmart?
Yeah, yeah. Too many folks here.
In addition to the camping gear,
we also discovered that Vicky had purchased numerous firearms,
including an assault rifle.
Walmart has guns, but they just carry shotguns and BB guns.
Go inside Dick's, see if they got the 44 Magnum, six-inch barrel.
That's a lot cheaper than the Glock 10.
Me and you get the hell out of Alabama, and we go up to Tennessee.
In, like, the backwoods.
If it was me, I'd be up there in them mountains back there, you know,
"Appalachian," or whatever it's called.
Drinkin' moonshine and eatin' herbs, I guess. I don't know.
Mm-mm. I would go deep.
I swear, we ain't never gon' be around people the rest of our lives.
We're going to the fuckin' wilderness somewhere and fuckin' build a log cabin.
Anyone gets within 300 yards, it's gonna be shots fired.
Mm. I wish I could kiss you right now, so bad.
Maybe they were living off the grid.
They were hiding in some rural area.
What we really needed to find was their vehicle.
She left her patrol car behind,
and they had to have gotten in a second vehicle.
And then we received a tip
that Vicky had left her personal vehicle in a grocery store shopping center
in a little town called Rogersville, which is 35 miles from Florence.
Immediately, we began checking that area.
So I'm walkin' around there, and I see one camera.
It's actually positioned in an unusual spot.
So I asked the owner, "Does this camera work?"
He says my favorite words ever, "Yes, my camera works."
After going through several days of footage there at the store,
that's when we discovered Vicky walkin' by the camera.
She's wearin' a hat. She's wearin' sunglasses.
And we also saw her out in the far part of the parking lot
around a small SUV that was either orange or red.
That's all we knew.
If she would have parked just a few feet over,
we never would have, uh, seen none of this.
So, now we have a vehicle.
We located a car dealer who had sold Vicky an orange Ford Edge.
So the next step was trying to find that Ford Edge.
And hopefully, with them in it.
But we don't know what direction, at this point, they left.
Did they go north, south, east, west?
You know, did they go somewhere and get on an airplane?
Did they cross the border somewhere? And we just don't have a clue.
As soon as it happened, I...
I mean, I... I smiled. I said, "Brother, you're finally free."
"It all worked out, and you're out."
There was a song Casey used to play
by Nu Breed, called "Outlaw Man."
♪ When the sun comes up tomorrow... ♪
And they kept blarin' that song.
"Outlaw Man" by Nu Breed and Jesse Howard is my favorite one.
It used to put me in my feelings, you know?
It's a good song.
If you listen to the lyrics of the song, that explained everything about Casey.
♪ So, I hit the road at an early age ♪
♪ Had to learn the hard way How to turn the page ♪
♪ Some people say I'll see an early grave Or go to prison from a murder case ♪
♪ But I pray I see them pearly gates Though I'm pretty sure that hell awaits ♪
♪ So I hang my head, and I drift away And I pray to God... ♪
After my first year bein' out, will you promise me you'll marry me?
Oh Lord.
Don't give no other guy no attention in front of me.
As long as you never do that, I swear I can work with anything else.
Okay.
♪ And I'll go to my grave As an outlaw man ♪
Any type of investigation,
the first people you're always gonna look at
is those closest to the suspect.
In this case, inmates.
I was interrogated.
I wasn't interviewed. I was interrogated.
So I had an investigator ask me if I knew something...
If I knew something, would I have said something?
"If I would have told you, would you have believed me?"
It was a bomb that blew up in their face.
They didn't know how to get the stuff out of their eyes
to really see what was going on.
Investigator Burbank cuffed me,
and people there were hollering, sayin', "There goes Lopez."
"They got him 'cause he knows about Vicky and stuff."
I didn't know nothing about it. I mean, if I knew, I would've stopped it.
As I'm interviewing inmates, one discloses to me
where we think Vicky and Casey's relationship may have began.
Vicky's walkin' down the hall.
Casey's standin' there at the window of his cell.
And Casey tells Vicky, "You've got a nice ass."
Instead of Vicky shutting him down,
from all accounts, she was flattered by that.
And that's probably where it started.
You know that thing you were saying? You said you seen my butt.
What made you accept?
I don't know. I guess I knew you was a country boy.
I was curious, I guess. I don't know. I thought you was just messin' with me.
I was like, "Oh Lord. Now what's gonna happen?"
You sure didn't think you was gon' fall in love, did you?
No, I didn't.
I didn't either.
Old Casey White is a, uh... a romancer.
I don't want to call him a "stud muffin."
When he cares, he cares deeply.
Vicky deals with a lot of men every day. She's not a fool.
She knew what Casey was saying was sincere.
You gotta realize, her title was assistant director.
You pass a note to a guard like that, you're looking at extra time.
You're going to segregation. You're losing your privileges,
TV, your commissary, your phone...
Casey was willing to give all of that up just to be able to talk to her.
Anytime Vicky'd come down the hallway,
he'd light up like light bulbs on a Christmas tree.
Fridays are casual Friday. Vicky always dressed nice.
A white button-up shirt type, blue jeans, and white shoes is what Vicky would wear.
With her hair down. Her nails were red.
Most of the time, they were red. Real pretty red.
Smile light up the room.
Tell me what one of your fantasies is.
Lord, I don't know!
You do know. You're just bashful and shy.
I want you to tell me.
I always wanted to be a stripper, ever since I was young.
Why would you want to be a stripper, babe?
I don't know. I thought it'd be fun to dance on a pole
and make thousands of dollars.
If I'd been pretty enough, that's what I'd want to be.
You was pretty. You're fuckin' smokin' hot.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Leading up to the retirement, Vicky was letting her hair down.
So, one of my coworkers was friends with someone
who was opening up a new sex toy store.
And they were trying to get business in,
and they were throwing these little passion parties.
So my coworker told us about it. And we're like, "Yeah, let's do it."
And Vicky decided to go, which was actually very surprising
because she really didn't do a lot of social activities.
And I'm like, "You're gonna be there? Oh, we're gonna have a good time."
I'd never seen that side of Vicky.
She's like, "Oh yeah. I'm gettin' this. I'm gettin' this."
Okay.
Did you get you some sexy little panties, babe?
I did. Got me some peachy ones, some white ones
And then she takes me over to the leather stuff.
No, no, no, no, no. No.
I mean, that stuff was skimpy.
There is some of that stuff, I did not know what it was.
I want a penis pump when I get out.
You don't need a penis pump. Jesus Christ!
One day I want to have real sex with you.
That's what I want very badly.
Oh my God.
When I first heard the phone calls between Casey and Vicky,
a lot of them were very explicit in nature.
There was some phone sex. Um...
Quite a bit of... of phone sex.
What you got on? Shorts?
Just shorts on today 'cause I ain't went nowhere.
Showin' them little legs off.
Well, to the dog, I guess.
I wish I was the dog.
Don't start.
Thinkin' about runnin' my fingers through your hair and then rockin' you.
Mm-hmm.
I wanna rip that little tank top off you.
Mm.
God, babe. I wish I was there kissin' on your chest.
Me too.
Are your nipples hard?
They're gettin' that way. You're such a bad boy.
Ah.
I got something else gettin' hard too.
I bet.
- Oh, baby. - Baby.
Oh, yes.
Oh my God.
As I continued to interview inmates,
we even discovered that they've even had sexual contact in the jail.
Vicky would take those inmates and tell them that it was yard time.
All the inmates would go out, with the exception of Casey.
Casey was telling us that he couldn't go out to the yard.
Casey'd say, "I'm gonna have a call with my lawyer."
"Gonna be video calling me."
"Okay, Casey."
"Casey's got a phone call. You're goin' outside."
Oh my God.
I'm gonna fuckin' kiss you right there on your lips.
Mm, that feels nice.
Sit up on my lap, put your legs around me,
and let me fuck you right.
Oh God!
That A1 cell, it being the cell right there, at the beginning of the hall,
you know, it wouldn't take Vicky ten seconds to go over there.
I'd never know if I wasn't watching the camera.
You got a banana right there?
Why? You want me to deep-throat it for you?
What? I mean, what? Or...
I just... It blows my mind.
Oh, baby. I want to fuck you so bad.
As we come back in, Vicky would have the door to the hallway not shut,
but it wasn't open.
It wasn't closed enough to catch the locking system.
Where she'd have to radio, and them open it.
She'd be standing at the cage.
Casey would have his shirts hung up around the top of the cage.
Uh, clothes, whatever, and they'd be laughing, cuttin' up.
What can I say? I'm not... I'm not stupid.
Uh, it's obvious what's goin' on.
How did somebody not see her go in the cell?
I don't see how they could, honestly.
And if she did, that's disgusting because this place is nasty, but whatever.
May have. I don't know.
We don't know how many times
they were allowed to have intimate contact with each other.
But we do know that it happened.
Sure was better than what it was the last time.
Last time was crazy.
You know how much I love you.
What makes me happy is you bein' happy. You know that, okay?
- Promise me... - I'll be waitin' on my husband.
Before all this come about,
I knew she was married, uh, younger in her life.
Kind of a high school sweetheart-type situation.
And from all accounts, her and Tommy had a... a great relationship.
But then drugs come into the picture,
so she divorces him.
You never did cheat on him in 20 years?
No. I should have.
You ain't raised to walk away.
After a while, you got to walk away.
As time goes along, Vicky gets engaged to another guy.
Then shortly after the engagement, he's tragically killed in a car wreck.
Vicky did not talk about this when she come back to work.
Actually, Vicky come back to work
earlier than what I probably would've been able to deal with anything.
Since her boyfriend died, I think it just went downhill.
She used to tell me that she'd drink every day.
I mean, I could tell she was lonely.
You swear you love me more than the first two?
I do, Casey.
My first one was my first true love.
The second was just a rebound love.
Then I swore I'd never do it again.
So, at that point, she's back to where she was, if not even worse off.
Those walls come back up.
The one thing that's always been there for her is her dog and her job.
That... that's it, and nothin' else.
I went back to work on Monday.
I went up front with my girls.
And of course, that's all we can talk about.
It's what our life revolved around, was findin' our friend.
And findin' her alive.
I was scared for her
because Casey was a very dangerous man with a... a past of aggression.
I figured, he's probably using her to get out of jail.
You know, within those first few days, he might continue to use her.
But after that first week, he's not gonna need her anymore.
As fugitive investigators,
we want to stay as close to that trail, time-wise, as we can.
The quicker that we can close that gap,
the more likely it is for us to make that apprehension.
And we were already days behind.
And we almost have nothin' to work with.
So we were frustrated that there was not that one piece coming in.
I thought that they were headed for the border.
I thought maybe they'd gotten a boat. They've already hit the water.
If Vicky is leading this plan, she's going to get as far away as quickly as possible.
During the investigation, I did an audit of her computer account.
And that's when I discovered she had started looking up various names.
Vicky was in charge of unclaimed inmate property.
There were some IDs that she had taken out of that unclaimed property.
We know one of the things that she was looking at
was white males, you know, over six foot five.
Of course, that would be for Casey.
And she was looking at, uh, you know, white females around her age.
A couple of weeks before the escape,
Vicky sent me a message asking me for fake identifications,
but that was because she was gonna go to Mexico,
supposedly, with a different name,
but I never expected that it was for the escape.
The escape wasn't something that just happened overnight.
Vicky had a retirement date set, and it all correlated with Casey.
Casey was facing a capital murder charge.
And she wanted to try to save him.
If they find me guilty, I'm not bankin' on no appeals.
That's basically the comment, "death row."
'Cause I'm a walking dead man, ain't I?
We all walking dead men.
We all gonna die, just depends on how you gonna use it, I guess.
Don't worry.
I'm gonna get you out of there before long.
I'm tryin' to replay everything in my mind.
Did she give any clue that I missed?
I remember that all of a sudden, Vicky put her house on the market.
That's when I started sayin', "Something's not right."
And that's when I'd ask her every day, "Girl, where you gonna go?"
Vicky's home sells at auction for approximately $95,500.
She would have made so much more
if she took her time to market the home correctly.
But she was just in a hurry to sell it.
She would invite me over when she was tryin' to get rid of things.
"You want this exercise machine? Come over and get it."
It was concerning because she was getting rid of everything.
My husband and I went to Vicky's house to get the tanning bed and the golf cart.
She got everything in order.
That, you know... That was organized.
Whatcha doin'?
Oh, nothin'. In the garage, fiddlin' around.
What are you doin'?
What are you fiddlin' around in the garage doin'?
Seein' what I need to get rid of.
Everything's gon' work out.
We're gon' have our shit figured out by fuckin' April. For sure.
I know it.
Joining us now, live, is Lauderdale County Sheriff Rick Singleton.
Sir, you believe that she and Casey had a romantic relationship.
What is your message for Vicky White this morning?
Vicky, you've been in this business for 17 years.
You've seen this scenario play out more than once.
Turn yourself in.
When you got an escape, prisoners on the run,
you want the public to have as much information as they can get.
The US Marshals are offering a $10,000 reward
for anyone with information
to help them find these two people, escaped inmate and corrections officer.
We needed that one tip. We needed that one piece of information.
Here's a look at those two who are missing right now.
If you see them, call 911.
Casey White, we're gonna get you. We always do.
Vicky White's mother says she just wants her daughter to come home,
and come home alive.
A manhunt underway right now in Alabama.
I remember coming to work, and there were news stations lined up.
I mean, it was hard to, like, find a parking spot to get into my job.
Sheriff Singleton says he believes...
They're hoping for tips that will point them in the direction of...
He says he was as surprised as everyone else.
We had people coming in from everywhere.
Vicky helped execute the escape.
They're in possession of, right now, as far as weapons,
a shotgun, a pistol, and her AR-15.
It was super huge.
It all feels so surreal when you're experiencing it.
It's almost like a fever dream that had just happened while we were at work.
And then now, it started going viral across the nation.
♪ Just the two of us ♪
Go, Vicky. Go, go, go.
I looked at a few of the posts.
And there were some people out there rooting for 'em, wanting 'em to get away.
We were the bad guys, and they were the good guys.
And I don't understand that.
But a lot of things in life, I guess, we don't understand.
She's an upstanding person, and he's a criminal.
And they fall madly in love. What do you make of that?
You got this older woman who's lonely in the jail.
And you got this man.
It's a disgusting romance novel is what it is, to me.
You flippin' through the channels?
Watching Love After Lockup.
Oh, Lord. Don't watch that show.
There's some real pieces of shit on there. You know I'm not one of them.
A TV show, I know.
It's just, it never turns out good.
Yeah, I know.
It puts stuff in your head.
This couple could be anywhere.
So we did a little math tonight, averaging 700 miles driving a day,
which is possible.
They could be, hypothetically,
4,900 miles away from Florence, Alabama, where they took off.
So as you can see there, they could be in Anchorage, Alaska.
We weren't having much traction. We weren't having a lot of progress.
We weren't getting any tips about the vehicle at all.
We're like, "This thing sticks out like a sore thumb."
But then I get a phone call.
Somebody that was watching the evening news
saw the orange Ford Edge.
And they said, "You know, I think I towed that vehicle up in Tennessee."
The company had no idea they were holding onto the vehicle
Casey White and Vicky White may have been driving
until they saw it on the news
a full seven days after picking up the vehicle.
This was just east of Spring Hill, Tennessee.
Probably about an hour and a half north of us.
So, of course, the Marshals, my investigators, they head up there.
They start canvassing the area to find out who saw what.
But we quickly realized we're still a week behind.
I want to show you pictures.
The sheriff sent these along. Shows that vehicle.
The pair tried to spray-paint it. They didn't do a very good job.
You know, Vicky was very intelligent.
But one thing Vicky didn't have was street smarts.
She didn't have the criminal's mindset. That's where Casey came in.
Casey sees the Ford Edge, sees it's a bright orange color.
It sticks out.
I assume he probably becomes upset.
They were making mistakes.
And it was just a matter of time
before we capitalized on one of those mistakes.
The spray-painting. I mean, who's not gonna notice that?
You can tell where he's taken over.
It starts to become... scattered.
It just seemed like that's when it started getting spotty.
And I guess that's what happens
when you try to plan an escape with an inmate.
I'm gettin' claustrophobic in this damn cell.
Ready to bounce off the walls. I thought about gettin' high today.
Oh my God.
'Cause I got so damn bored.
I don't understand why you do this shit.
Everybody who comes to jail, 70, 80% of them are on drugs.
So, when they come, they start detoxin'.
Or, automatically, they need Medical.
We had a guy come into jail, brought in our cell,
who had, uh, methamphetamines on him.
It happens all the time.
And everybody in there got high.
Casey sober? Wonderful person.
Not sober? Very scary individual.
After sitting up with Casey for three days, talkin', no sleep.
We wasn't eating. You don't eat when you're on that stuff.
Casey got paranoid.
Casey said someone had stole some of his commissary.
So he jumps up, screamin',
"I'm a six-foot-nine, 300-pound country boy."
"Somebody's finna get stabbed."
He was threatening everybody. He said he already had 75 years.
He didn't care about killing somebody in there.
Seventy-five years, he ain't got nothing to lose.
The guards come in. Everybody's talkin' to the guards.
Everybody's talkin' to Vicky.
Vicky would get upset when she knew that Casey would get high.
You'd know she was pissed off. It was obvious for him and I.
I know I've been high, and I know I've been trippin'. I'm sorry.
Every time you get high, we go through this. The same thing.
So you tellin' me they not gon' kill me,
they not gon' stab me, they not gon' do nothin'.
I know they're not! You're paranoid right now.
'Cause you did drugs, and you're high. That's all it is.
Vicky and I were comin' out of Cell A1 where Casey was at.
"I can't stand that mother... neither."
And I was like... "Okay."
I never heard her swear before, until she said that about Casey.
Your jealousy, trust issues, and on top of drugs.
Fuck.
I swear, I'm never doin' no more ice
because I hate not bein' able to tell what's real and what's not.
Because I do love you with all my heart and soul.
Will you forgive me?
I forgive you, Casey. I'm tired of talkin' about it.
Vicky was not one to tolerate any kind of drug use whatsoever.
But she had a soft spot in her heart for drug addicts.
She wanted to see them overcome their demons.
That woman was good to us.
I didn't have much money in jail, but I was never hungry.
Because Casey would order a store, and we were given extra store.
Every week.
Like clockwork.
People got curious about Casey and Vicky.
I had a message on my phone this mornin' from your ex-cellmate.
It was a picture of him, and it said,
"Tell him to pay me my money, or I'm gon' talk."
Is that blackmail?
Ain't nobody gon' blackmail me! I got news for you and anybody else.
Will you...
Listen, I can handle myself. Now them, I don't know.
Just go ahead and block his number till I can get him paid off.
Just pay him his money and be done with it.
If I let somebody else betray Vicky, and it come out...
Not to sound selfish, but you're shutting down my nicotine, my commissary.
Gonna take away our tattoo gun? Gonna take away all this? Shut up.
I would defuse the curious situations that come about,
to the best of my ability, to keep eyes off of Casey and Vicky.
But it caused a lot of questions amongst some of the inmates.
If anybody else calls from any other numbers,
just don't even answer it.
Block their numbers too.
This bitch ain't scared of nobody.
I don't give a damn who you are. I ain't scared of nobody.
As time gets closer to April 29th, Vicky seems more and more on edge.
She starts snappin' at coworkers.
I knew something had been wrong with her those last two weeks.
She'd have her hand on her head.
She started tellin' me how she'd went to the doctor.
And I asked Vicky, "Are you dyin'?"
And she started laughing, and she was like, "No."
And I was like, "It's not funny, Vicky. I'm being for real."
I said, "You're actin' really funny."
And she was like, "No. I can tell you this. I'm not dyin'."
And that was the end of it.
She would call me on her way home from work.
And she'd say, "Joyce, my heart feels like it's comin' out of my chest."
"I can't do this no more. I gotta step down."
You know, "I can't handle all this pressure."
I told her, "You know, Vicky, it's killing you. Stress will kill you."
Something was just off about her at that time.
During the investigation,
we learned that this is not the first time Vicky had taken Casey out of the jail.
Tuesday, three days before D-Day.
Vicky tells one of her employees, "Get Casey White out of the cell."
"He's got to go to the courthouse."
Never really gives him a reason why.
She was runnin' the place, so if she asks you to do something,
you're gonna go do it.
Vicky's everyone's boss, so we're not gonna question her.
They're gone for approximately nine minutes and 35 seconds.
They pull back into the sally port, which is right by the booking area.
As she pulls into the sally port, She sees a patrol car sitting there.
They're in there in the booking area right now, booking someone in.
She knows that if she walks in with Casey, in that booking area,
the deputies are gonna know that she's violatin' the policy.
So she's gotta come up with something quick.
So instead of going through the booking area,
she brings Casey in through a side door, avoiding booking altogether.
And Casey is taken straight to his cell, bypassing the deputies there altogether.
You know, she'd already done it once.
She'd done a dry run with him.
Just to see... how this would be, you know.
That was smooth.
It's been a week.
I wish we'd had 'em back in custody within hours.
But, you know, we just have to work with what we got.
That's when we get our next break in the case.
A man who was selling vehicles out of his yard
said that Casey White had bought a Ford F-150 pickup truck from him.
So now we put the VIN number in the computer system.
And we're lookin' for the black truck.
And then Sunday night, I get a call.
I have a car wash on Weinbach.
There's a truck been sitting in my bay since yesterday at three o'clock.
And it's got the keys in it. It's got Tennessee license plates on it.
The car wash employee found this pickup truck in his car wash bay
in Evansville, Indiana.
So we sent investigators out there to try to locate the car.
I was the team lead with the US Marshals Service.
And to our surprise, when we arrive in Evansville,
there is media there at the car wash.
Weinbach Car Wash manager, James Stinson,
saw something and said something.
Tell me what you first spotted here at the car wash.
Yeah, I first noticed a truck stickin' out of the car wash bay.
It's always unusual when one's stickin' out.
I looked over the truck.
Nobody's in it. I opened the door.
The keys are in the ignition.
We're like, "What's the media doin' here?" He said, "I called 'em."
Well, we are following breaking news right now.
The escaped inmate from Alabama may have been sighted here in Indiana.
Evansville is about 175 miles north
of where the orange 2007 Ford Edge had been discovered.
The media discovery of the vehicle
at this point was frustrating.
We were trying to keep that close to the vest.
That truck could be related to the Alabama fugitives.
What if Vicky and Casey are watchin' the news?
We have to act fast.
We got the surveillance footage as quick as we could.
We were able to see the F-150 actually pulling into one of the bays.
Casey gets out, putting a gun in his waistband.
And then leaving the wash bay.
And we see a gray Cadillac drivin' down the road,
and he gets into that car.
And we saw Vicky in the Cadillac.
They were still together.
When we found out that they had been spotted in Indiana,
we were dumbfounded.
I couldn't believe that they didn't go further than that.
The fact that they were only just a few states up, you know.
Why'd they stop there?
We have the picture of the Cadillac,
and we've identified that vehicle.
But we have to work quickly before they dispose of that vehicle.
And this is where it turns back into old-school police work.
We just put people on the streets.
We were just riding around, looking at some of the known spots.
And lo and behold, we saw a gray Cadillac
backed into one of these hotels in Evansville, Indiana.
The Motel 41, based off where the car is parked,
we're pretty confident 150, 151 is the rooms we got to contend with.
We get the hotel list.
But when we look at the roster, no names popped out.
We couldn't make sense of it.
But then we learned that a pizza company had delivered pizza to room 150.
And the delivery driver was able to identify both Casey and Vicky.
They're still there in Evansville. Now, let's put a plan together.
When I get out, whatever fuckin' motel we're in,
all we're gonna do is hang a "do not disturb" sign on the door.
And you'll lay your head on my chest.
Wake up, and you'll be beside of me.
Mm, that'll be nice.
I promise, we can go in a restaurant,
and you're gon' wear a strapless lil' black dress
and lookin' pretty.
So beautiful and so sexy.
Damn, who are you talkin' to?
You, you fuckin'... my little pretty wife.
It'll all work out.
I know it will.
Ain't got no choice but to work out now.
Now it turns into a tactical situation.
You know, if they're gonna run,
if they're gonna shoot it out, not only is it a threat to us,
it's a threat to the community as well.
We know they have firearms.
You're running every scenario through your mind.
Casey is not goin' back without a fight.
Vicky was always the unknown.
And I'd think about Vicky,
I'd seen the side that was nurturing, kind.
But then I'd wonder,
"Will she get in a shoot-out
with police officers?"
I just couldn't see Vicky takin' a police officer's life,
that maybe had three small kids.
I just don't...
Vicky. That's not Vicky.
But could she do that?
All right. You ready?
I'm ready.
All right, Father in Heaven, watch over my wife.
Put a halo of protection around all of us.
Father, let us be happy, show us what to do.
We pray the Lord our soul to take.
In the name of Jesus Christ, I pray, Amen.
Amen.
Need a couple units to start headin' towards
the area of the old Motel 6 on 41.
We started to do a slow surveillance.
Trying to give them room till we could get an armored vehicle
and the SWAT team in the area to do the takedown
to hopefully negotiate this in a very safe manner.
But at that moment, one of the Evansville guys calls out,
"Hey, there's a female comin' out."
It's the suspects from, uh, Alabama.
Casey and Vicky quickly realized that they were being followed.
And the chase was on.
I'm drivin', and I could see 'em both.
Casey was cool, calm. He'd been in this rodeo before.
Vicky was very nervous. She was lookin' around.
Very frantic head movement. She was scared to death.
Get off the radio! Clear the channel! Clear the channel!
In Anchor Industries parking lot.
So, he was driving in a large, square area.
It's our belief that they were making a determination.
"What are we gonna do? Are we gonna get out and run?"
911.
Casey, stop!
Vicky somehow accidentally called 911.
I don't know how the call was initiated. Apparently, it wasn't by OnStar.
- Hello? - Casey!
And then they went on to this little grass embankment.
Oh my God! The airbags are gonna go off and kill us!
That's when our guys started ramming 'em, pushing 'em over into the ditch.
The airbags are goin' off!
We should have stayed at the fuckin' hotel.
Let's get out and run.
Casey!
Hello?
She's got a gun in her hand!
She could pull that trigger.
All right. Watch it.
Let's go ahead.
Let's go ahead and pop this front windshield.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Get back!
Ready?
- Let's go ahead. - It's opening.
- Careful. - Yeah.
We run up to the car. We grab Casey and pull him out of the car.
Watch out! Watch out!
Please check on my wife.
Now they gotta work to get the weapon out of Vicky's hand.
Please tell me if she's okay. Please. Please.
Please listen to me.
- Yeah. - I mean it.
We're checking on her.
She's a damn... That's a good motherfuckin' woman right there.
- Please listen to me. - We're checkin' on her, man. Chill.
My wife is the fuckin' best woman in the fuckin' world right there.
Hey, as soon as I get you checked out, I'll go over and check on her, okay?
Front window's gone.
I can't even tell if she's conscious.
She's breathing.
Somebody got a long stick?
When they pulled her out, I wasn't sure what shape. She was still breathin'.
And then, when I went over and saw the amount of blood,
I knew it was, uh, most likely a head injury.
Doesn't look conscious.
She's comin' out.
Medic!
I'm gonna take your cuffs off. One hand, all right?
You're gonna have to sit down on this bed.
You're not gonna do anything until we tell you to do it. Understand?
Step over to your left.
- I'm gonna take a look at you. - Yes, ma'am.
Is my wife still alive?
- Do what? - Is my wife alive?
I don't know.
Hi. I'm Dr. Peters. Where are you injured at?
My right ear. Or left ear.
My left ear hurts, and I can't hear nothin'.
Is my wife still alive?
We don't know yet.
Man...
Vicky White has been transported to the hospital.
Uh, I hope she survives this.
We don't wish any ill will on Vicky
in terms of her health or her... you know, her well-being,
but she has some answers to give us.
And, uh, hopefully, we'll have the opportunity to get those answers.
Vicky is in the hospital there in Indiana.
I got on FaceTime with, uh, the detective there.
Uh, they showed me her,
and I identified it as, yes, that was Vicky.
Shortly after I identified her is when she passed away.
I did not want Vicky's family to find out about this incident on the news.
I felt it would be better if I told them in person.
As I get closer to Vicky's parents' house,
I turn the lights and sirens off.
When I got out of my vehicle, Vicky's mother walks out,
and, I... I... She knew by the look on my face.
My heart sank. I didn't want to... I didn't want to tell her.
I didn't want it to be true. I didn't want it to be me.
Of course, they were heartbroken.
A lot of tears.
Um, just a very sad time for them.
I was sad that Vicky had passed away. Someone who I had tremendous respect for.
Uh, admired, yet had done some... pretty horrible things.
I was at home, I think.
And then I get a call later that night that Vicky died.
And, um... I just cried.
- Sorry. - Oh, that's okay.
Her smile, her laugh.
You could hear it all the way down the hallway.
Those 13 months I spent in jail, she was the mother that I never had growing up.
It hurt. It hurt bad.
When we realized that it was over,
it was sad. It was really sad.
That was the first time I cried.
Sheriff Dave Wedding says Vicky shot herself after crashing the truck
she was driving with escaped inmate Casey White.
I would get the audio of the accident.
I'd put my headphones in, and I would sit there, and I'd say,
"Give me something... saying that she didn't kill herself."
911.
Casey, stop!
The airbags are gonna go off and kill us. Oh my God.
And all I got was those little "oop," you know.
And you heard the airbags go off.
The airbags are goin' off.
Let's get out and run.
We should have stayed at the fuckin' hotel.
You can hear the madness in her voice
when she said, "We should have stayed at the mm-mm hotel."
She was mad at him.
- Hello? - Casey.
Oh my God.
It was so surreal-sounding.
That was just chills.
Just like she's sitting in the room with me.
Hearing the sirens, hearing the car crash...
These were her final moments.
The shot was almost to the back of the head.
It was a very strange placement.
It almost seemed more like a... a accidental...
a very unique trajectory for a intentional suicide.
I'd like to believe it was accidental, not an intentional suicide.
But according to the reports, the gun went off after the crash.
She knew what it was like to be in jail,
what it was like to be locked up.
And the fact that she would be coming back to this place,
I felt like there's no way that she would've done that.
Casey.
Hello?
It just...
I just...
I just wish she was here.
I do.
I hate that this happened to her.
And it was his fault.
Tonight, Casey White is back at a maximum security state prison.
This is his latest mugshot, taken today.
Today's been a good day. Got him back home.
Got him back behind bars.
Did you love Vicky?
There's days that I have empathy for Vicky being manipulated like she did.
I have anger with Casey because he put her in this position.
And then the next day, it's, I'm mad at Vicky.
She betrayed our trust.
She put this agency through so much.
I believe, after looking at everything, Vicky's love was real for Casey.
Casey didn't care about Vicky. Not one bit.
If he really loved her, he would've never put her in that position.
They'd have figured out another way to work it out.
There's no way they're gonna pull off a stunt like this.
And live happily ever after, you know, from now until the day they die.
Is my wife hurtin'? Is my wife hurtin'?
Just getting into the truck.
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What did you think would happen after you escaped?
We thought we'd never get caught. We thought we had enough cash money.
Went up to everything up there just to find us a place up there...
and just get a little rinky-dink trailer up there...
for 250, 300 dollars a month, and pay then up for a year right there.
And then pay the electric bill for a year
and just stayed and hunkered down up there.
They just wanted to be with each other as long as they could.
They lived every day like it was their last.
Whenever we got to Kentucky, and I come out of the shower,
she had me all new clothes laid out on the bed, and...
That was the best night right there ever.
I hugged her and told her I loved her right there, and everything was great.
Vicky White and Casey White truly loved each other.
That's the best way to describe that. Inseparable love.
I called her my wife right there 'cause we was married in my laws.
We weren't married in the faith laws. We were married together right there.
And I was her husband, and she was my wife.
Casey wanted to be able to be normal with Vicky.
You can't do that while you're in jail.
She knew what the risks were. She didn't care.
She knew what was gonna happen. She didn't care. It didn't matter.
She got what she wanted, and that was time with him.
Vicky felt sorry for him.
And then a love grew.
She gave him 11 days of freedom.
She gave him 11 days of being a civilian, of being someone who could walk around
in normal clothes, even though they had to hide out.
And it cost her her life.
What are you doin'?
Just layin' here. Daydreamin'. Yeah.
Daydream about what, babe?
I don't know.
Tell me the truth. What you daydreamin' about?
Well, I wish we were somewhere
nice and quiet, where nobody would even bother us.
That's what you daydreamin' about, me and you?
Mm-hmm.
You try putting up with a jail full of men,
pissed off all the time, yellin', cussin', fightin'.
And colleagues yellin', hollerin'. Stress, everything she's going through.
Everything piled on her...
This was that one flicker of joy and peace for her.
She earned the right to be happy.
Every woman wants to feel loved.
I don't know if it was maybe her age.
If she was going through some type of void in her life.
I... I... I don't know.
No, I wasn't the least bit interested in anybody.
But I went to work, came home. I drank every day.
Didn't think shit about a damn man.
How this happened, I... I still don't know.
Don't have an answer for it. But it did, and I'm glad it did.
Well, if she was that lonely, and she really wanted him that bad,
I am proud of her.
I am proud of her for doing exactly what she told me she was gonna do,
that was go out with a bang.
And, sister, she went out with a bang.
He wanted a bass boat, and her in her bikini on the front of it.
That was Casey White's dreams, right there.
Don't paint it out like he's a monster.
Don't paint it out like she was a fool.
There were just two people,
different walks of life, that fell in love.
And I'm gonna leave it at that. That's exactly what it was.
If you were in the same position, what would you do?
Time's got me messed up, but the sun's behind me, thank goodness.
God, I wish I was there with you right now.
Me too.
And just think, you finally got a good girl.