Sometimes the Sadness of a Murder Story doesn’t End with the Murder
I wish Heather Ciccone had been able to rest in peace, but now the trial of one of the participants has made that impossible.
Joshua Williams was convicted of first degree murder. He pulled the trigger? Right? No. According to prosecutors he enticed Jonathan Vejarano into pulling the trigger which sent that bullet into the back of Heather’s head. Why did Vejarano do it? Again according to the prosecutors, for $5,000 worth of marijuana and admittance into Williams’ gang.
Joshua Williams was the boyfriend of Danielle Long, and had children by her when he decided to date Heather Ciccone.
I’ll be honest with you, look at a picture of Williams’ shaggy hair and overall appearance, and you wonder how anyone could have been attracted to him. Heather should have taken one look at him and run away.
She was an attractive young lady, and probably could have had her choice of nice young men, possibly even meeting one or two at the Red Robin restaurant where she worked. She had a tremendous personality if allowed to display it under the right circumstances. But sometimes people do not make the right choice.
The start of the long trail leading to her murder may have been when Heather dated Williams. Danielle Long became enraged, and said Heather should be dead. She also threatened her in other ways, phone calls, driving by her house, etc.
Joshua Williams sold Heather some marijuana for another person Deandre Scott who was supposed to pick it up on the night Heather was murdered.
According to Vejarano, he and Joshua Williams, Williams brother Clinton Williams, and Danielle Long were all in the car with Heather when Vejarano pulled the trigger.
In our state, everyone present could have been charged with one-degree murder.
Take your choice of why Heather was killed. The jealousy of Danielle Long possibly urging her boyfriend Joshua Williams to kill her, and he hired Vejarano who was stupid enough to do it? Williams was going to steal back the marijuana that he sold to Heather to pay off Vejarano? Vejarano would do anything to get in Williams’ gang?
Does it really matter the reason for her murder? She is dead, and will be dead forever, regardless of how many people are eventually convicted.
Vejarano is yet to be tried. If the jury hasn’t lost their mind, he will be convicted.
In my opinion, Danielle Long’s ass should be sitting in jail right now awaiting first degree murder charges. If you dissect everything that happened, I would say her jealousy started this whole process. Yet she’s walking around free.
I would hope that to her family, Heather will always be a good daughter and sister and that is what they think about when they visit her at the cemetery, for if Heather had veered slightly from her course, that is exactly whom she would have been.
The sadness of a murder story should end with the murder. Why could Joshua Williams trial have not been held in privacy and the verdict be sealed afterwards?
Was there anything gained by the public knowing all of this other than satisfying a morbid curiosity?
I’m for open records as much as the next person, but sometimes a person should be allowed to rest in peace.
Someone has threatened me for a comment I posted that someone else wrote. Their comment was full of profanities, which I have told my readers time and again I will not post. An occasional word of profanity I will allow if it is a conduit to the rest of the sentence, but the profanities this person used were so vile and vulgar they were uncalled for.
If the person who wrote the profanity comment cares to write it again without the profanities, I will post it.
I did find their first comment interesting. In my opinion it contained information that the Spotsylvania County Sheriff’s Department up there may not have. I do feel an obligation to pass it along to the Spotsylvania Sheriff’s Department which did the initial investigation. I have no idea what they will do with it, but if I were the lead investigator, I would ask the person who sent me the comment if they were present when Heather Ciccone was killed.
And oh yes, when someone sends me a comment, I do have the information for law enforcement to find you. The only thing you see when I post a comment is your e-mail name, but I have everything needed for your identification.
I have worked with law enforcement before.
Send me another comment without the profanities. Just don’t threaten me. You have no idea whom you are dealing with.
3/22/17 A Very Important Comment
Two men have been arrested for the murder of Heather Ciccone. As standard operating procedure, the police do not plan to offer any explanation, only that it is an ongoing investigation.
Both of the men are in jail on other charges. One of them for a felony weapons charge. Could the weapon be the gun that killed Heather Ciccone?
I do not believe with these men’s background that Heather could have possibly known either one of them, which would make it a random crime, a crime of opportunity, a strange set of circumstances that twisted themselves into a murder.
Heather left the house where she was after receiving a phone call from a friend who had had car trouble. That was the report at the time the murder was committed, and has not changed.
It was never made clear whether Heather ever got to the location where her friend’s car was broken down, at least by any reports I have seen. Perhaps local reports were somewhat more informative on this particular point than any national news that covered it. I haven’t seen those.
Heather had a tremendous number of FB entries which really detailed her life. They were written as they came to her mind. I tried to organize them to show that she was a lovely, young lady who perhaps used spicy words you and I might not, but that did not diminish her character in my eyes. And, as I have said before, I liked her sense of humor.
Writers normally stand at a distance when they write a murder story, because they do not wish for their mind to be torn apart by what they have written.
It was difficult to think of Heather as just a murder victim, because she came alive in what I wrote about her.
Heather will not be on this earth again. The two scumbags that killed her, if these are the two, still live. I doubt in the liberal justice that is meted out in the northeastern portion of our country, they will ever even face the death penalty. And if the jury’s thinking is not straight, they could even go to jail with the possibility of parole. I can’t imagine.
One person wrote me a nasty comment some time ago. I think I posted it on my site. I don’t have the exact words in front of me, but tended toward I was totally heartless, a diabolical human being, a ruthless individual, or some such words. You get the idea.
I wrote the best story that was written about Heather, because I took the time to go through every FB post she made, and analyze before I posted it. I brought Heather alive as much as anyone can of a person who has been murdered.
I’ll take people slamming me all day for doing that.
I thought this was important enough to show as an update. Many people do not read the comments, and I wanted to make sure all the readers saw this. It still remains in the comment section as well.
In reply to Candace Daniels.
Well readers, here’s your chance to agree with this comment that I am a psycopath or not. Let me know.
This lady thinks I am. Notice I call her lady not woman out of respect for her.
Let’s examine what I have written, and see why I have done it.
My original story was meant to show the human side of Heather Ciccone. Go any place else for her story, and you only find a recounting of her murder. She deserved more than that. She was a human being before she was murdered, and she left us on Facebook some of her thoughts about who she was and how she looked at life. Those thoughts seemed to be random when she wrote them, and I tried to arrange them in such a manner that you had a good idea who Heather Ciccone was and what she thought about life. Just to scan down her FB page and read those thoughts did not produce the same impact as when I realigned them.
I did this out of respect for Heather Ciccone. Nobody else did it. I spent more time on her story than any other murder story I have written.
I’m not sure whether those comments are still on Heather Ciccone’s FB. The family had them up for a while.
Then some comments came in, some through spam which I read but then deleted, because they may contain a virus which I do not want in my computer.
More than one killer has been brazen enough to show themselves in a way we would not think the killer would do. I may have been contacted by him. I do not know, but if he had written in those spam comments I received, I was going to extend him as much as I could, irritate him, agitate him, anything to make him stay in contact, with the ultimate purpose that at some point I would have enough to go to the police.
The killer is no church-going individual, and at times I was brutal in what I said. The family deserved to know who he was (might have been a woman).
In my original story I offered for any close member of the family to contact me, if the family found my story objectionable, and I would certainly look at the possibility that I should take down the story. No one from the Ciccone family has contacted me and made that request. But the offer still stands.
So for now, according to this comment, I am a psycopath. I could care less about what someone calls me, if in some way my story flushes out Heather Ciccone’s killer, that’s really all I care about. I do not wish any credit for this, although if I were responsible for pointing the police in the right direction, and made that public, my blog would be the most sensational in the world. All that you will read is that the police arrested the killer. Nothing more.
It’s been one year and two days since Heather Ciccone’s senseless murder, a vicious murder.
There is someone reading this who knew from day one who killed Heather Ciccone. Whether out of loyalty to the killer or fear of the killer, the person who knew the murderer did not come forward.
But murderers talk, for they must have an ego boost out of the fact that they killed someone, Heather Ciccone in this case, and got away with it.
So now we have at least two people who know who killed Heather Ciccone, maybe more.
I wrote of a case where two men were out drinking, and one of them confessed to an unsolved murder. Someone sent me a comment which I did not publish publicly stating that information. I alerted the police as to who this man is. They are still investigating and hope to bring murder charges against the man.
Send me a comment if you know who murdered Heather Ciccone. I will not make your comment public, but will use it to alert the police as to who the killer is. You will not be involved, because I will tell the police you are a confidential source. Police respect that.
How would you feel if someone had been murdered in your family? You would want to know who did it. If you have such information, just think of the relief you would bring to the Ciccone family if someone were arrested and convicted of the murder of their daughter or sister.
Killers do not have consciences, but those who know the killers do. Let’s solve this case. If you come forward, I know exactly what to do. Trust me.
Update May 27, 2016
Of the comments I received from my update of 5/24, there may have been one possibility that was legit, but the information in the comment was so general that could have been derived from my story or others.
If you, the murderer, want me to post your story, I need something that only you know about the murder.
I am not going to post some fictionalized story that some deviant comes up with, pretending to be the killer, and whose sole purpose is to further antagonize the family of Heather Ciccone. I have been doing this long enough to know there are people who will do that.
I am curious about one thing. The note you wrote on the back window of Heather Ciccone’s car, is that something you thought of at the crime scene, or had you thought about that beforehand, your crime scene signature? Your CSI moment, you might say?
Forgot one thing. You signed Heather Ciccone’s online guest book, didn’t you.
Update May 24, 2016
To the Murderer of Heather Ciccone, a Second Time:
I’m going to make you an offer you will not get anywhere else.
Send me in my comment section the full story of why you killed Heather Ciccone, and I will print it as an addition to my story about the murder of Heather Ciccone in December of last year. More than likely your comment will go into the spam portion of my comments, but I will retrieve it.
Tell me how you planned it, how you executed it, how you got her to trust you, because apparently you were in the car when you shot her when she was not looking. Did she think you were a friend and trusted you? Do you have friends that would do the same to you, shoot you in the back of the head, and you no longer trust anybody?
You’ve had almost six months of freedom where you could walk around as you wish, enjoy your life, spend time with friends and relatives. All of these you took away from Heather.
I would like to think you have a conscience, and that it is bothering you, bothering you a lot to where you finally are home at night, and you’re sweating profusely about what you did. You took a human being’s life. I would say another human being’s life, but I’m not sure I classify you as a human being.
I have no doubt you will read this, because you are on Facebook, which is where Heather recorded quite a bit of her life.
You know what I liked about Heather? She was straightforward. She told it like it was, that was evident on her Facebook page.
You, I don’t know about you. You kill people. You are a coward.
If you only care to reveal your name to me, I will not print it publicly, only your story of why you did it. That won’t justify murder, but you will have your whole story out there, not some snippets of what happened which the TV outlets will broadcast over and over again when you are finally caught.
An offer must have something for both sides. I will put your version of the story out there to be read by a significant number of people. In turn I will call the Spotsylvania Sheriff’s Department and give them your name, and ask them to read your story.
Murderers often like notoriety about their kill. Here’s your chance.
If there is one decent drop of blood in your body, write your story. At least tell the family what happened and why.
Nothing will ever bring Heather back. Don’t forget that. Don’t ever forget that.
One second of a senseless act has placed that marker on Heather Ciccone’s grave.
Update February 17, 2016
The most recent comment to this story seems to think it odd, and that I am not an investigator, and am I obsessed with Heather Ciccone?
I was a college newspaper editor. Since that time, I have written hundreds of stories, some of them investigative in nature.
On this site I have about 40 murder stories, so I am not obsessed with any one story. I am appalled by any murder, and especially if the murder has not been solved.
On one of my stories of a murder that occurred in 2005, I have called out the killer. Why? Because a comment sent to me, and one I have never published, points directly at the killer with some compelling evidence. I know who the killer is. With only circumstantial, and no hard evidence, I cannot come out and accuse him, but I can taunt him, harass him, and who knows, one of these days his conscience may get the best of him, or someone he knows and knows he did it, and they will come forward to confess. The police chief of Ocilla, Georgia, and I are waiting for that day.
This is a good opportunity to challenge the killer of Heather Ciccone. Send me a comment. We’ll have a discussion. You will tell me why you don’t want to go to prison, and I will tell you what you did to the Ciccone family and so many other people who knew her, and if you have one drop of decency in you (if you ever did) that you should tell me to contact the Sheriff’s Department, and arrange for you to turn yourself in. Her murder will haunt you the rest of your life, especially if this is the only murder you ever committed. This story will remain on my site. It has a tremendous amount of insight about Heather Ciccone, in her own words. This is the person you killed. You coward.
I doubt you have the guts to come forward. I don’t guarantee a confession will buy you a rung up the ladder of morality, but maybe your place in Hell might not be as hot as it would have been.
Or, you the killer, just die, never saying a word, and take your chances.
Contact me. I’ll give you a preview of what questions the devil will ask you. By the time you answer those questions, you might be prepared to write the devil a prepared statement.
As in the case of the Tara Grinstead murder in 2005, I am quite certain the killer of Heather Ciccone has read her story on this site. What I have written here was not written in vain. It’s up to you, the killer, to come forward
Posted on January 10, 2016
I post this in reference to the comment you can read where someone calls me despicable, and that’s the best thing they said about me. I thought the writer of that comment should be aware of all the facts.
A couple of notes.
The funeral home did not contact the family.
I changed the title to its current one. Heather herself said it. Bloggers often change titles to stories.
I don’t judge a person by the words they use. I did what nobody else bothered to do, and that was told Heather’s story through her Facebook comments. You now know Heather because of what I did. The other stories only told of her brutal murder, but when you read them , you had no idea who Heather was.
In my opinion, Heather was honest and straightforward about what she thought. I find that admirable.
Here is my e-mail to the funeral home that arranged Heather’s services.
To the Staff of Covenant Funeral Service:
When you have a chance, would you go to my site scrawldrawl.com and read what I wrote about Heather Ciccone. The message below dated December 14 was posted to her Guest Book in hopes that a family member might read it and either like what I wrote or tell me otherwise. At the moment that is the last entry in her Guest Book. Would you please remove it.
Once you have read what I wrote Titled “A Facebook Life; Then Heather Ciccone is Murdered”, decide whether the message below which is what was posted on the Guest Book is appropriate to pass on to the family. At this time, because of the unfortunate circumstances of Heather’s death, you are more familiar with the emotional state of Heather’s family than anyone else.
Heather’s Facebook has her comments scattered throughout approximately a year, and are difficult to put into any context. I have brought them together for anyone to read and realize what she said.
A recent update to a story I wrote titled XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX had an addition written by (a relative) who felt like I had written about XXXXXXXXXXX as no one else ever had. What I wrote about XXXXXXXXXXX had a certain compassion about it, as what I wrote about Heather also has.
I leave it to your judgment as to whether to pass the message below dated December 14 on to her family. Should you decide to pass the message below along to the family, and also wish to include the entire contents of the message I have sent you, that will be okay as well.
(Guest Book post to Family of Heather Ciccone) December 14, 2015 at 8:31 PM I wrote:
I grew tired of all the sensationalism surrounding Heather’s death. Unlike many, I had a way to do something about it through my blog scrawldrawl.com The Ciccone family had left Heather’s Facebook up, and I decided to take Heather’s postings and put them in a cohesive order that people could read with ease. I had to cover the necessary events, but I think I have painted an accurate picture of Heather, along with continuity comments. I spent a great deal of time compiling this, and did it with all the respect I could. Should the family find the post disrespectful in any manner, they can notify me by e-mail or comment to my blog, and I will take the story down. The story is entitled “A Facebook Life; Then Heather Ciccone is Murdered”. The title is somewhat sensational in and of itself, but in the blog world, that’s what has to be done to bring people to the site to read Heather’s story. (The title was changed to one of her Facebook posts)
I had a brother who died at 21 many years ago of tuberculosis.
Original story posted on December 16, 2015
Heather Ciccone posted this on March 15, 2014 on Facebook, “I’m just invisible to f’king everyone.”On Sunday night, December 6th, 2015, about 11:00 P. M., twenty-one year old Heather Ciccone was found slumped over in her car, beaten badly on her upper body, shot in the back of her head. Often family members take down a Facebook page of someone who dies. Heather’s is still up. Why? You will have to ask her family that.
I don’t think it will remain there for long. I read the entire Facebook of Heather Ciccone, and Heather seemed to put her entire life up on Facebook, rather than keeping a diary. Some of the things she said about others were quite crude by most standards. She didn’t always agree with family members either.
Heather posted as late as December 4th, and perhaps her family feels she is still alive through her Facebook page. What was the post? You can look for yourself, but if you don’t care to, here it is. “”I hate when a female gets her friend to request me to lurk on my shit. Like I see the girl who don’t like me in your pictures with you. Tell her to man up and send her own request.”
Her family said she was being stalked. By whom? Possibly by a rival for her boyfriend. Her father and one of her sisters said they saw the stalker’s car drive by their house several times. Heather’s comment on December 2nd seems to substantiate some type of harassment, call it stalking or whatever. Heather’s post from that day reads, “I swear this bitch has NO fucking life.”
There did seem to be some reconciliation in Heather’s tone when she posted at 3:47 P. M. on December 3rd. “I finally see the BIG picture. It hurts but from here on out, it’ll only get easier for ME.”
Whatever thoughts of reconciliation Heather had didn’t last long, because that same night of 12/3 she had three postings. ”Once a thief, ALWAYS a thief.” “I swear I give up. I’m DONE playing nice.” “You gon bail me out of jail” (friend’s name she was referring to) “I love you.” Was that retaliation or just swagger talk? You decide.
On March 2nd Heather perhaps gave us an indication of her character and maybe her fortitude to never back off. “I swear people think they can break me, but that’s where yall got it wrong. Daddy ain’t raise no weak woman.100 100 100 100.”
At this time the police have identified the rival woman, and are not calling her a person of interest.
The investigators in this case are the Spotsylvania County Sheriff’s Department in Virginia. Apparently Heather’s body was found in an unincorporated area. Her car was parked at the edge of a driveway by the street, the homeowner not knowing or being related to Heather. Heather’s posts carry Fredericksburg as her location identification. Heather had been at her parents’ home that night when she supposedly received a call on her cell phone from a friend who had car trouble. Heather left to help her. The time Heather left her parents’ home has not been noted publicly at this point. She was never seen alive again. The police do have her cell phone.
For those of you who disdain tattoos, you would have been offended by Heather. In seeing pictures of Heather, she seems to have a number of tattoos—on her feet, her right upper leg, to the left by her stomach, and a huge tattoo on her chest that looks to me like an owl, but is difficult to tell. There might have been more. One picture of her shows a ring in her navel. Do the tattoos define Heather? I don’t think so.
The killer will be caught. That doesn’t bring Heather back. We should know who Heather was.
Her nephews called her Boo Boo, and maybe other family members. It was obvious that her nephews loved her. Heather posted on October 6th, “I swear one of the BEST feelings ever is when my nephews see me and comes running with their arms wide open yelling “Boo Boo!” Or this one on August 7th, “I never knew how good life was until I’m surrounded by all my family.”
There were days when Heather did not feel the warmth of her family or friends. Sometimes it’s difficult to determine which of those she might have been writing about on March 2nd. “It’s crazy how your loved ones hurt you worse than your own enemies.”
Heather had a sense of humor. She worked at a Red Robin restaurant. She posted this on October 8th, “Everyone come to Red Robin & leave me all your money.” On September 6th, “I need a drink…or five!”
Heather’s posts to Facebook might not have always been grammatically correct, or capitalized properly, or ended with a period, but that is the way people often post to FB. She frequently used stickers at the end of her posts. Heather’s profanity may be harsh at times; I didn’t change it. Sometimes it was difficult to determine exactly whom her post was directed at. I tried to put it where it seemed best to belong. Posts are this year (2015) unless noted otherwise. Heather made statements from time to time perhaps we might all should heed.
These posts would seem to be Heather’s approach to life.
10/1 Even when I fuck up, I still admit it. Most people can’t do that.
9/14 I can’t wait to start this new beginning in my life. Dedication and commitment is all I need.
8/14 Lately I’ve been feeling as a whole again. I’m strongly feeling this change that’s about to happen. It’s going to be a process, but my mind is set.
5/7 I just want to explore the world.
3/22 I’ll never understand 90% of my life.
3/1 I swear I’ll never understand 99% of things in this world.
2/18 I just want what I deserve. I hope God answered my prayers this time around.
11/19/14 It’s always one thing after another, but I’ve come so far to let the same shit get to me.
Perhaps these FB posts were about boyfriends
12/2 Can’t wait to be someone’s everything.
10/14 Never get attached. 100 100 100 100
10/6 I would say I would love to cuddle right now, but my cuddling is literally for like 2 minutes & then I turn the other way.
6/13 I just want something real. 100
6/12 Promises are always broken.
4/18 If our love was a game, you just lost. You changed, I changed and its just too late.
These appear to be Heather’s reflections on life
10/12 Shared from Radio One Lebanon’s photo—I want it to be 2004 again and come home from 1st grade and grab a chocolate chip granola bar and watch Lizzie McGuire and that’s so raven and not hate myself.
9/27 (There was a picture of food on FB). Heather’s post—Oh shit. I’m dead. I ain’t see who posted it. I just thought of you ( a friend).
9/6 (Reference to a Spotsylvania County man being killed in a traffic accident) RIP DL. Prayers go out to your family. Another angel in Heaven.
We all experience loneliness. Heather had hers.
4/16 In a world full of people, but feeling alone.
4/6 ALL I GOT IS ME 100 100 100 100 100
3/30 How does one feel so alone in a big ass world full of people?
3/23 IM DONE LETTING People GET THE BEST OF ME. Like I said all I got is MYSELF.
3/11 Your right brother (not literally), but damn it’s a cold hearted world.
Maybe these were Heather’s philosophical moments.
9/24 Faking a smile is a hard thing to do, but I guess I’m good at it.
10/13 Shared from Radio One Lebanon’s photo—I’m like a hella chill person but with hella anxiety.
9/30 Shared from Club 93.7’s photo—My ex is a clear example of why I shouldn’t be allowed to make any decisions about my life.
9/27 Shared from TryLife’s Photo I didn’t need you to fix me, I needed you to love me while I fix myself.
6/29 I can’t face this no more. I just wanna disappear from life & all these troubles.
5/8 Working on MYSELF, for MYSELF, by MYSELF.
4/3 Always keep the faith.
4/2 I wish something good will just happen to me for once.
2/19 People really don’t care about you like they say they do.
There were good days.
12/2 Good things happen to those who wait.
10/13 Cooked baked chicken and Mac n Cheese tonight.
9/27 Woke up in a great mood.
9/10 Heather Ciccone was feeling positive.
8/26 Waking up to nothing but smiles this morning.
4/10 I’m in the best mood ever.
10/24/14 I wish happiness was a drug cause it’s the best feeling in the world.
There were bad days.
10/6 I’m so bored.
10/3 Well today already started on a bad note. I wish keys had a tracker when you lose them.
9/30 Referring to someone else—A lul asshole.
9/2 WHY do people lie? I find out everything.
4/13 I can never catch a break from anything.
3/12 People seriously over use the word moe. Next time I hear someone say it more than ONCE when we’re talking, I’m slapping the shit out of them.
1/29 Seeking happiness after drowning in pain is one of the hardest thing to do.
There may be the religious purists who think Heather didn’t make it to Heaven, It’s true she might have been regarded by some as rough around the edges. But she was loved by many people, I mean really, truly loved. I realize for many that is not the whole criteria for getting into Heaven. As for me, I go back to her post of 9/6 in regards to someone else who died, and the remark she made about them. Heather, I think this now applies to you. Another angel in Heaven.
Heather’s post on March1
Why do people feel the need to try to run MY life. I understand people want the best for me, but let me find the best for me. Worry about finding the best for you before you try anyone else. So what If I’m not going to be a doctor or marry one; that doesn’t make me less of a person than what I am now. So what if I work all day and decide to go out for a little afterwards; that doesn’t make me a drunk cause I want to enjoy myself and have fun. So what if I’m not a full time student in school; yes I go on my own time but at least I’m enrolled and still make sure my bills are paid on time every month and maintain what’s mine. Life is what you make it, and I’m making my life memorable.
Heather Breanna Ciccone’s post to Facebook on 8/25–Thank you God to see another day. Everyone have a bless day.