The execution of Bonnie Lee-Bakeley contains depictions of violence and is not suitable for everyone.

Please be advised. Boni's blue Mercedes shot down the fast lane of the 10 freeway.

It was April 19th, 2001, two weeks since she left New Jersey.

Her destination was finally in sight, the flat desert town of Blythe, California.

The main street was a series of beige nondescript buildings.

There was nothing special about Blythe, but it was very special to Bonnie.

It was where she was starting her honeymoon with Robert Blake.

She pulled into the parking lot of a two-star motel and watched a miniature sandstorm

sputter across the asphalt.

Her sister's words rolled through her brain like a tumbleweed.

It's a trap.

Don't go. But Bonnie shook the thought out of her head. The

honeymoon was Blake's idea. He'd made all the

time of the casinos boating on a lake. Maybe all that time apart made him miss her.

He certainly seemed happy to see her, so that was good.

His bodyguard Earl Caldwell was

there too, not so good. The trio headed to Parker Arizona. They stopped along the way and went fishing.

Blake was laid back and cheerful. Maybe this was his element, wide open spaces and no set

schedule. They checked into the Blue Water Casino where Blake got connecting

sweets for him and Bonnie. At least Earl had a separate room. They all had dinner together and then she and Earl hit the slots.

He wasn't so bad, but it was awkward having him around all the time.

The next morning Blake told Earl to drive Bonnie's car back to LA.

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