By Seamus McGraw
October 1, 2006
It had been nearly 25 years since Joe Foy last stared into those dark and bottomless eyes. They were just as he remembered them, the eyes of a killer, as cold as any he had ever seen, as cold as that long-ago December night when Foy watched in horror as Coral Watts slashed a young woman to death and then calmly stared at him as he casually made his way to his car and drove away. But now, as he studied Watts' expression in the Michigan courtroom where the killer had at long last been convicted of murder, Foy wondered to himself what was going on behind those eyes. Did the serial killer, who would in all probability have walked free had it not been for Foy's testimony, remember Foy as clearly as Foy remembered him?
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| Coral Eugene Watts in Court |
"I want to know how he felt," Foy recalled. "I wasn't intimidated by him at all, not at all. I...wanted him to feel my presence."
But Watts gave nothing away. If he did recognize Foy as the man who he stared down in an alley a generation earlier, the man who had witnessed the only murder the self-described serial killer has ever been convicted of committing, he showed no sign of it.
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