A beautiful nurse. A lethal injection. A gruesomely charred corpse. Nothing could have shocked the sleepy community of Morgantown, West Virginia, more than the lurid details that surfaced after a house fire claimed the life of Shelly Michael's husband Jimmy. Local authorities suspected possible arson. Then they discovered that Jimmy had been dead before the fire even started—paralyzed by a fatal dose of muscle relaxant…
Did Shelly Michael, a respected nurse and mother, kill her second husband and torch her own home? Were the rumors true that she'd had an affair with her husband's employee only two weeks before the murder? Or did she kill Jimmy simply for the insurance money? Charged with first-degree murder and first-degree arson, Shelly would never stop claiming her innocence—even to this day
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English-born John Glatt is the author of Lost and Found, Secrets in the Cellar, Playing with Fire, and many other bestselling books of true crime. He has more than 30 years of experience as an investigative journalist in England and America. Glatt left school at 16 and worked a variety of jobs—including tea boy and messenger—before joining a small weekly newspaper. He freelanced at several English newspapers, then in 1981 moved to New York, where he joined the staff for News Limited and freelanced for publications including Newsweek and the New York Post. His first book, a biography of Bill Graham, was published in 1981, and he published For I Have Sinned, his first book of true crime, in 1998. He has appeared television and radio programs all over the world, including Dateline NBC, Fox News, Current Affair, BBC World, and A&E Biography. He and his wife Gail divide their time between New York City, the Catskill Mountains and London.
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Playing With Fire
The True Story of a Nurse, Her Husband, and a Marriage Turned Fatal
By John Glatt
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2010 John Glatt
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Shelly Michael was born Michelle Lynette Goots at the United Hospital Center, Clarksburg, West Virginia, on January 29, 1972 — the first child of Michael and Kathi Goots. Her greatgrandfather had come from a small town in Italy, emigrating to America at the beginning of the 20 century, settling in West Virginia.
Nestled in the rolling hills of north central West Virginia, Clarksburg lies where the West Fork River meets Elk Creek. Known as "Jewel in the Hills," it was founded in 1785 and named for General George Rogers Clark, an American Revolutionary War hero known as "the Conqueror of the Old Northwest," for forcing the British to cede the territory to America as part of the 1783 Treaty of Paris.
Clarksburg's most famous son was Thomas Jonathan "Stonewall" Jackson, who was born there in 1824, leaving at the age of 18 to go to West Point. During the Civil War, it was an important Union Army supply depot, and the remains of Union earthworks are still on display in Lowndes Hill Park, attracting thousands of Civil War buffs each year.
In the 19 and 20 centuries, Clarksburg owed its prosperity to coal mines and natural gas fields. It was a flourishing industrial and shipping center, producing high quality glass and metal products. But in the second half of the 20 century, the town fell into a deep decline, with the population dropping from 32,000 in 1950 to just 18,000 today.
Michael Goots' father John Batista, known to everyone as J.B., was born in Clarksburg, working most of his life as manager of the Broughton Dairies. His wife Geraldine bore him nine children, and Michael was born on November 18, 1950.
A good-looking, ambitious boy, he was always fascinated by his Italian heritage, dreaming of one day seeing the old country for himself.
At 16 he met Katherine Grant, who was two grades below him at Notre Dame High School, and they started dating.
"It was love at first sight," recalled Michael.
"I'm not so sure I would categorize it that way," said Kathi. "But we go a long way back."
The two teenagers courted in local church coffee houses, going dancing on the weekends. After graduating from Notre Dame, Michael went to refrigeration school, before getting a job with a local company called Wuchner Equipment.
In early 1971, 18-year-old Kathi found herself pregnant. So on June 11, the young couple were married at the Immaculate Conception Catholic church, moving into a trailer on Chub Run Road, in Mount Clare, just outside Clarksburg.
The following January, Kathi gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. They named her Michelle, after her father.
"She was a good baby," recalled Kathi. "I was lucky."
Soon after Michelle's birth, Kathi's father William Grant died from alcoholism. Then Kathi, who was also now working for Wuchner Equipment, hired a babysitter to look after the new arrival.
In summer 1974, Michael Goots moved his family out of the trailer to 204 Grant Street in Clarksburg, next door to his parents. He then began an extensive remodeling of the whole house.
At 2 years old, Michelle, who had been dubbed "Shelly Bean" by an aunt, had eye surgery for strabismus, a condition where one eye cannot focus with the other.
Soon afterwards, Kathi became pregnant again. On November 11, 1975, she gave birth to another daughter, who they named Jennifer.
With a growing family, Michael and Kathi worked long hours to make ends meet, employing nannies and babysitters to look after their daughters.
When the owner of Wuchner Equipment died, Michael Goots took over the company, renaming it Thermex Refrigeration. He appointed Kathi as office manager, officially incorporating the new company on the Bicentennial.
"July fourth, 1976, is the day we started," remembered Kathi. "Well, that's what we put on our business papers and everything."
Over the next few years their new company prospered. As Michael worked long hours and was on call around the clock, he rarely saw his two little girls. Shelly would later remember one of the many nannies her parents employed, as being "very strict," often hitting her with a paddle if she misbehaved.
As her grandparents, two aunts and an uncle all lived on Grant Street, Shelly's father's house became the "neighborhood hangout." Some of the little girl's earliest memories are of playing hide-and-seek and kick-the-can with her cousins.
At the age of 5, Shelly started kindergarten, soon impressing her teachers with her keen natural intelligence.
"She was just real high-spirited," said her mother. "Bouncy and tomboyish, and she liked just about everything."
At kindergarten, the tiny dark-haired girl became best friends with Renee Orme, whose parents were close friends of the Goots family.
"We were baptized on the same day in the Immaculate Conception," said Renee. "Our first interaction was in kindergarten, that's how far back we do go."
One afternoon, Shelly was walking home from kindergarten with an aunt, when they saw a woman get hit by a car and thrown into the air and injured. Shelly suspected it was her mother, still lying on the ground awaiting medical help. And as her aunt led her away from the scene, she kept asking if it was her mother, but the aunt refused to answer.
Later Shelly discovered it had indeed been her mom, who spent several days in the hospital with a broken hip.
On April 23, 1979, Michael and Kathi had their third child, a baby boy they named Matthew, who would complete the family.
That summer, Shelly and Renee started at St. Mary's Elementary School, in Clarksburg. It was part of the Catholic School System, with nuns providing a strict religious education. All the girls had to wear severe navy blue uniforms, and Shelly was embarrassed by her mother making her wear a plaid jumper with matching tie on school picture days.
Years later, Kathi admits to having been a disciplinarian, imposing an 8:00 p.m. curfew and always expecting her children to be well-behaved. She laid down strict rules to be followed at home and would punish the children if they didn't obey.
"I was very very strict," she explained. "I guess I was a little too strict maybe."
Michael, who was seldom at home, left the children's discipline to his wife.
"But we had no real problems with Shelly," said Kathi. "She might lip a little ... but that's about all."
Shelly would later describe her parents as "not very affectionate people," complaining that she rarely received "hugs and kisses." She also felt that her father did not give her enough "quality time," as he was so busy building his business.
Shelly hated her mother's curfew, as her friends were allowed to stay out playing far later. Often, after doing her homework, Shelly would sit alone in her bedroom, playing her favorite Blondie and Michael Jackson singles over and over again on her record player. When MTV was launched in late 1981, she became addicted to watching music videos.
She and her best friend Renee loved participating in the annual St. Mary's Christmas pageant and other talent shows. They once dressed up as the Go-Go's, performing their big hit that year, "We Got the Beat," as well as giving several roller-skating performances.
It was the first time Shelly had performed in front of an audience, and she loved it.
At the age of 9, Shelly claims to have been sexually molested by someone close to her family, who forced her to masturbate him.
"[I]t made me feel terrible inside," she later wrote. "I never told any one about it because I was too ashamed."
That same year, she started cheerleading for Pop Warner, the junior football and cheerleading organization dating back to 1929. Her mother enthusiastically pushed her into cheerleading for the Clarksburg Bears junior football team. Over the next few years, she would become her daughter's biggest fan, attending every game Shelly cheered in.
"She really loved cheerleading," remembered Kathi Goots. "It just struck her ... and just stayed with it."
Cheerleading soon became the most important thing in Shelly Goots' life. She loved the applause of the crowd, when she back-flipped across the football field. And it fulfilled a deep need she would always have, to be admired and respected.
Years later, she would complain that her father was usually too busy to see her in action, writing about her excitement on the rare occasions when he did.
In 1984, a Clarksburg newspaper wrote a story about Shelly and another student making it to the final of the Junior High Division of the Individual Cheerleading competition. There was a photograph of the grinning 12year-old, holding a giant pom-pom.
The now yellowing clipping remains one of her most treasured possessions.
In May 1985, Shelly started junior high at Notre Dame High School, where her father had gone. Renee Orme went along with her, and they both immediately tried out for the cheerleading squad.
At the time it was a requirement that cheerleaders do back-handsprings, so the tenacious 13-year-old spent weeks practicing hour-after-hour to perfect her technique. But she kept falling on her neck, and just could not get it right.
"She stuck at it," recalled her mother. "In Junior high she wouldn't or couldn't do a back-handspring. And I was working on it [with her]. Her cheering advisor said, 'Michelle, if you can't do your back-handspring, you're going to have to sit over there, and we're going to stop the practice until you do it.'"
Eventually Shelly mastered it, quickly learning a lot more throws and tumbling tricks.
"Cheerleading was my life," she later recalled. "I loved everything about it."
Shelly was proud to be a Notre Dame cheerleader, going along as they won several state championships. She loved being known in town as the best, delighting in wearing the squad's "trademark" pigtails, fondly known as "Mickey Mouse ears," in their hair.
"That was something she was always passionate about," recalled Renee, also on the cheerleading squad. "It was just something that was an important part of her."
By the time Shelly joined Notre Dame High School, she was a driving force behind the cheerleading team. She modeled herself on the squad's experienced coach, Carol Morrison, who was from Kentucky.
"One of my 'idols,'" Shelly later wrote. "I wanted to be just like her; a successful career woman, an excellent cheering coach, and a great mother and wife."
But Shelly Goots didn't just make a name for herself, cheerleading on the football field. She was also a straight-A student, and at the top of her class in science and math.
"She excelled academically," recalled Renee. "Always great grades. It seemed to come easy to her."
Shelly also found time to run track, swim and play basketball. She was an active member of the student council, on the yearbook committee, manager of the school store, a member of the Key Club and the Spanish club, and vice-president of the National Honor Society.
"She did it all," remembered her sister Jennifer, who was two years behind her in school. "And she was very popular."
According to Renee Orme, Shelly never had a single enemy in high school.
"She had no airs about her," she said. "She was just this little tiny girl with a lot of energy."
As his business prospered, Michael Goots took off alternate weekends from work to devote to his family. He would take his three children camping in the mountains, or to the racetrack, where he competed in truck and stock car races. And they also vacationed at Virginia Beach, Niagara Falls and amusement parks all over the East Coast.
"Shelly's family was loving, supportive and tight-knit," said Renee Orme, who joined them on several vacations.
On Christmas Eve, three generations of Gootses would gather at grandfather John Batista's house, for the traditional family celebration.
"We'd have a big family get-together," said Jennifer. "Shelly played a big role in it."
But Jennifer had problems growing up in the shadow of her over-achieving older sister.
"We didn't get along all that well," she admitted. "I guess there was too much sibling rivalry. Shelly's super smart, super athletic, super everything."
Later Shelly would explain that her need to excel masked feelings of deep insecurity and low self-esteem. Although she was an exceptionally pretty girl with the perfect body of an athlete, Shelly considered herself plain and unattractive. In her early teens she developed bad acne, making her insecure around boys.
"Most of my friends were very pretty," she later recalled. "I was just referred to as the 'nice' one."CHAPTER 2
Only Bad Girls Do It
Kathi Goots was particularly strict with her daughter Shelly when it came to boys. Shelly was forbidden from calling them on the telephone, always told it was the boy's place to call her. And even then, she could only talk on the phone for half-an-hour.
"My mother always taught me that sex was bad," Shelly later wrote. "And only bad girls did it."
Her mother also forbade her being in a car alone with a boy until she was 16. Shelly later complained that all these rules scared boys away, and believed that that was exactly what her mother had wanted.
In summer 1986, Shelly Goots started dating a boy named George Lamb, considering him her first "real" boyfriend. They dated for a year, breaking up after she accused him of cheating.
Then she had a brief relationship with another boy named Brad Skinner, but ditched him, as she did not have "strong feelings" for him.
That summer, Michael Goots bought some land at Circle Drive in Mount Clare, just south of Clarksburg, to build a new house for his family. When Kathi first saw it, she thought he was "crazy," as the land was nothing more than an overgrown hillside. But Goots insisted on buying it, and once he began excavations, his vision of their new house slowly began to take shape.
Every weekend Michael, Kathi and their three children moved into a trailer on the property, spending all day moving dirt, cutting down trees and digging a pond. It would be two years of hard, backbreaking work, until it was ready to move into.
That Labor Day weekend, Shelly, now 14, went with friends to the Clarksburg Italian Heritage Festival. They were at the Sheraton Hotel, when she started drinking vodka and orange juice. Eventually she got drunk, and was taken home to sleep off the effects on a couch.
The next morning, her mother smelled alcohol on her breath. Although Shelly insisted she had not been drinking, her punishment was to spend all day seeding her father's property in the 90-degree heat.
A few weeks later, Shelly was stopped for shoplifting at a clothes store in a local mall, but never prosecuted. She would later describe the incident as a bad joke.
"I'm still ashamed of it," she later told detectives. "Friends were shoplifting from Ames, and I ended up carrying the bag out. [I] knew that it was shoplifting, but I went along."
Everything changed for Shelly on her 16 birthday, when her parents bought her a black Ford Escort GT. Soon she was driving her friends to McDonald's, or around the Notre Dame parking lot.
After school, Shelly would tell her mother she was going to study in the library, but instead she and Renee drove to their boyfriends' high school to hang out together.
That summer, Shelly and Renee were sunbathing at the Quiet Dell Pool in Clarksburg, when they met Sean Messe and Patrick Lance. Pretty soon all four became inseparable, spending weekends at local clubs like Hammerheads and the Long Beach Inn, drinking wine coolers or beer.
"We would double-date together," remembered Renee. "She had a couple of what you would categorize as serious boyfriends through high school."
Shelly and Sean were together three years, and he gave her a "promise" ring, pledging to marry her eventually. She loved cheering for Sean's football team, showing off in front of his friends and family, by executing perfect back flips up and down the gym floor.
In March 1989, Michael Goots' dream home was finally completed, and his family moved in. His elder daughter was now a high school senior, working as a part-time waitress to make extra money. She helped him run electric cables through the house, as well as painting and fastening drywall.
That first Christmas in the new house, Michael Goots hosted the annual family celebrations, as he would do from then on.
Shelly Goots turned 18 on January 29, 1990, and seemed to have everything going for her. She had just been voted the student "most likely to succeed" by her classmates.
In May, Shelly graduated as salutatorian with honors, with a grade point average of 3.90, and her parents were delighted.
"It was very good," said her mother. "Of course, you've got to realize that there were about twenty-six people that were actually in the class, as it was a very small Catholic school. But she was still salutatorian."
At her senior prom, Shelly's date had a bet with friends that he could have sex with her that night. Later she discovered the wager, writing that she was "so proud and thankful" that she had stuck to her principles and only allowed him to kiss her.
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER 1 The Cheerleader,
CHAPTER 2 Only Bad Girls Do It,
CHAPTER 3 West Virginia University,
CHAPTER 4 Settling Down,
CHAPTER 5 The Hunter,
CHAPTER 6 Stephanie,
CHAPTER 7 Chasing Jimmy,
CHAPTER 8 6pack,
CHAPTER 9 545 Killarney Drive,
CHAPTER 10 Scandal,
CHAPTER 11 Shelly Michael, Nurse Practitioner,
CHAPTER 12 Ultimatum,
CHAPTER 13 Labor Day,
CHAPTER 14 Chicago,
CHAPTER 15 Thanksgiving,
CHAPTER 16 A Living Death,
CHAPTER 17 Tuesday, November 29,
CHAPTER 18 Flashover,
CHAPTER 19 Detective Paul Mezzanotte,
CHAPTER 20 "I Wish I Would Have Loved Him More",
CHAPTER 21 "She's Not Grieving Right",
CHAPTER 22 Homicide,
CHAPTER 23 "Maybe She Drugged Him",
CHAPTER 24 The Grieving Widow,
CHAPTER 25 The Funeral,
CHAPTER 26 "More Like Lovers Than Friends",
CHAPTER 27 "A String of Lies",
CHAPTER 28 Seventeen Minutes,
CHAPTER 29 "Maybe That Iron Fell Over",
CHAPTER 30 God's Way of Punishing Her,
CHAPTER 31 A Deep Excavation,
CHAPTER 32 "Linear and Logical",
CHAPTER 33 The Arrest,
CHAPTER 34 "I'm Not Guilty",
CHAPTER 35 The Media Trap,
CHAPTER 36 "Not in Morgantown",
CHAPTER 37 Razed to the Ground,
CHAPTER 38 Indignant,
CHAPTER 39 The Trial Begins,
CHAPTER 40 "A Death Without Mercy",
CHAPTER 41 Cold,
CHAPTER 42 "I Made a Huge Mistake",
CHAPTER 43 The Defense,
CHAPTER 44 "'I Value Honesty'",
CHAPTER 45 "The Cruel and Unusual Manner of This Murder",
CHAPTER 46 The Verdict Is Unanimous,
CHAPTER 47 "There Is a Very Dark Side to Your Character",
CHAPTER 48 Justice4Michelle,