Perfect Georgia Murder?
 

by Le Ann S. Tuggle

Could it be that my sister's death was the result of the perfect South Georgia murder on a perfect September day? This is a story of a murder, an illegal alien as a witness, and a husband who accused the law enforcement of being "crooked" before moving to Costa Rica.

Doris Spillers Worrell, a native of Fort Valley, GA and a graduate of both Middle Georgia College and the University of Georgia, was murdered at her husband's place of business in Douglas, GA, on September 20, 2006. The only known witness was a teenaged girl who was staying with my sister and her husband at the time of her death.

Doris and her husband, Jon Worrell, took in a young girl who was "abandoned" by her aunt at the approximate age of fifteen. They agreed to let her stay with them so she could finish high school. Shortly after they agreed to let her stay with them, my sister found out that the girl was an illegal immigrant who had been brought into the US by her aunt at age five. She was not supposed to be in our country, but because of her age, she was not immediately deported.

The young girl graduated from high school but did not leave my sister's house. As time went on, my sister begged me to help her get the girl her green card so she could get her out of her house. The girl had begun to put a strain on my sister's marriage. She wanted the girl to get out of her house so she could restore her marriage and raise her three young children.
I received a call from a member of my brother-in-law's family at 1:07 p.m. the afternoon my sister was shot and killed. I was told that she apparently had been shot by members of a Hispanic gang. Since Paola was at the scene of the murder, I asked her if she could provide any clues to who did this. She told me what she had observed and heard.
Two days after my sister's murder, I was approached by one of my sister's best friends in Douglas. She asked me to tell the truth about my sister's strained marriage if I was questioned by the GBI. Of course, I was going to tell the truth and help in any way I could. I wanted nothing less than my sister's murder to be resolved.

Things rocked along as well as possible as we went through the motions of shock and grief during the first few days of Doris' death. The week after Doris' death, the girl had a scheduled appointment with U.S. Immigrations and Customs Enforcement (ICE) to see about her immigration status. I asked my brother-in-law and the girl if they would like for me to try to reschedule the appointment since my sister had just been murdered. They explained that it was difficult to get appointments with ICE, and they would keep the appointment. I agreed to keep my nieces and nephew while they went to the appointment in Atlanta. When I awakened in the wee hours of the morning to see them off, I noticed the girl taking my sister's driver's license from her wallet and questioned why she was taking the license since my sister was dead. The girl said, "They don't know that." At that point, I decided if she didn't realize that ICE had probably already been informed of the death, that I didn't need to point that out.

ICE denied the girl's request to remain in the U.S, but she wasn't immediately deported because she had the right to an appeals process.

From day one, I was eager for information from the authorities, and I continued to ask my brother-in-law if he had heard from the GBI. I assumed since his wife was killed in his hometown at his place of business that he and his father would stay on top of the investigation. I continued to question why he wasn't hounding the authorities daily, but I am sometimes very impatient and thought he was so grief-stricken that he couldn't function. A few weeks after Doris' death, I asked my brother-in-law if he had heard anything from the GBI. He told me that I shouldn't trust the GBI because they were crooked. He told me that he was afraid the same thing would happen to his oldest daughter. I was devastated. I had already lost my sister and didn't want to risk putting her children's lives in danger.

I started calling the Georgia Bureau of Investigation (GBI) to check with them on a routine basis, thinking that if my brother-in-law wasn't able to ask them about the investigation, that I would.
My family and I maintained a relationship with my brother-in-law and his children until May 2007. I would often go to Douglas and spent the night and visit with the children. On my visits, I had a hard time accepting the fact that Jon, the teenage girl, and the three children continued to sleep on mattresses at the foot of the bed in the master bedroom. I couldn't understand why this kind of behavior was going on.
At the beginning of May 2007, ICE picked up the girl because of her citizenship issues. The night she was picked up, my brother-in-law's sister called me. She said the authorities were questioning the girl about Jon's part in Doris' death.
From that point on, we have not had a good relationship with the husband's family. We have not seen the children, and have spoken to them or had email contact with them on an extremely limited basis. I tried sending small gifts to the children in the mail, but when a box of school supplies was returned to me, it broke my heart.
Shortly after the girl was picked up, the brother-in-law moved to Florida to live in his family's beach house. The children attended school in Florida for the 2007-08 school year.
In July 2007, our family issued a statement to the Douglas newspapers explaining that we were cooperating with the GBI and were appreciative of all they were doing. This story ran on the front of one of the local papers. Jon called my mother to say that that article had really upset his oldest daughter. She was upset that the article made it looked like her father wasn't doing anything to help find the murderer. Based on what I know, the husband has never contacted the GBI to ask for help or for an update in his wife's investigation.
In March 2008, the illegal alien had exhausted her immigration appeals and was sent back to Venezuela, the country where she was born. As far as I know, she was the only known witness to the murder of my sister.
In April 2008, two men, Glidden Rodriguez and Brandon Cage, were arrested on conspiracy to commit murder charges.
In June 2008, my family held a press conference on the steps of the Coffee County Courthouse and issued a statement about increasing the reward. We also unveiled a billboard urging anyone with information to call the authorities. Doris' husband and family did not participate. In fact, he and his children went on a vacation to Central America.
In late August 2008, Jon withdrew his children from school in Florida and moved to Costa Rica. I was distraught. I called Jon's father and begged him to convince his son to return the children to the US to be among family and friends. I offered to help him raise the children or to stay out of their lives completely, as long as they were in the US and were being raised the way my sister would want them to be raised. Her father-in-law told me that it was essentially my fault that they had ever had to leave Douglas. He told me that if I hadn't stirred up lots of rumors, they would still be in Douglas in their old house, old schools, and old community. I was devastated. Not only had I lost my only sibling, but I had lost her children, too. Her father-in-law told me if I would issue a public apology for all that I had said about his family and if I would shut down the blogs about my sister's death, that he would help me see the children again. I couldn't agree with his terms.
I couldn't agree with his terms because I didn't start the blogs, and I could not issue an apology for rumors that I did not instigate. As of now, the case is still unresolved. The case remains under investigation, but no suspects have been formally named. The two men that were arrested are out on bond. The children and their father remain in Costa Rica, and our family hasn't had any contact with them in almost to two years.
Those that are responsible for Doris's death must be brought to justice.

 

 

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