Grinning man with glasses and salt-and-pepper hair

Thursday, January 4, 2024 – 4:15 p.m.

Quentin Evans attended the Elvis conference in Oxford.

Detectives Murphy and Parker interviewed him at the Yoknapatawpha County Sheriff's Department.

Participants:

  • Detective S. Murphy
  • Detective E. Parker
  • Quentin Evans

Detective Parker: Thank you for coming in to talk with us, Mr. Evans.

Quentin Evans: No problem. What's this all about?

Detective Murphy: We think you know exactly what this is about.

Detective Parker: Please state your name and address for the record.

Quentin Evans: My name is Quentin Eugene Evans, and I live at 16 Manning Lane here in Oxford.

Detective Parker: Are you married, Mr. Evans?

Quentin Evans: Not anymore.

Detective Murphy: You're divorced?

Quentin Evans: My beautiful wife is dead.

Detective Murphy: I'm so sorry for your loss, and I hate to ask, but how did she die?

Quentin Evans: Elvis Presley killed her.

Detective Parker: Mr. Evans, you really need to be more specific.

Quentin Evans: Oh, all right. Mollie—that's my wife's name—she was Elvis's biggest fan. She was so wrapped up in him that nothing else seemed to matter to her anymore. The morning after he died, she killed herself. She overdosed, just like her hero. Can you believe that? She took a whole bottle of pain pills.

Detective Parker: That's terrible.

Quentin Evans: Oh, it gets worse. She left a note—to him—on the bathroom mirror. "See you in a bit, Elvis." Not one word to me.

Detective Parker: We can see this is still painful for you, Mr. Evans, and you have our sympathies. Why don't we move on? Are you okay to continue?

Quentin Evans: No. I'll never be okay, but let's get this over with, shall we?

Detective Parker: Did you know Jared Plunk?

Quentin Evans: No, but I did know that he was planning to have some type of Elvis worship B.S. at the conference. You can't imagine how many misguided people still believe that Elvis is alive. They worship him. It was disgusting how many cars were in the parking lot that night.

Detective Murphy: So you were there?

Quentin Evans: Absolutely, I was there. I had every intention of ending this Elvis idolatry once and for all.

Detective Parker: Did this intention involve murder?

Quentin Evans: I wanted to talk to him. Clearly, he didn't understand the damage he was doing. If he had, he would've stopped.

Detective Parker: Mr. Evans, did you kill Jared Plunk?

Quentin Evans: And make him a martyr? Certainly not.

Detective Murphy: Where were you Saturday morning from, say, 3:00 to 7:00 a.m.?

Quentin Evans: I was at home asleep. I went over to the conference center around 5:30 a.m. because I heard Jared Plunk was an early riser, and I thought I might be able to catch him alone for a private conversation.

Detective Parker: Did you have that conversation with him?

Quentin Evans: No.

Detective Murphy: But you did see him?

Quentin Evans: Why would you say that?

Detective Murphy: Don't play games, Mr. Evans. You're not very good at it. You saw Jared Plunk that morning, didn't you?

Quentin Evans: Yes, but he was already dead.

Detective Murphy: Did you witness the murder?

Quentin Evans: No, I didn't. I was so completely set on finding Jared Plunk that I didn't see Elvis running right at me until he was about a foot away from me. He had blood on his clothes, and he was in a hurry. I kept going, and then I saw the body.

Detective Parker: Hang on. You saw he had blood on his clothes, and you just went on about your business?

Quentin Evans: Well, I didn't know it was blood at the time.

Detective Parker: Yeah, okay. So what did you do when you saw the body?

Quentin Evans: I got out of there.

Detective Parker: This Elvis you saw, did you recognize him or her? Could you identify this person if you saw them again?

Quentin Evans: I don't think so. He kept his head down and avoided looking me in the eye. I did, however, bump into a man in a stupid-looking aluminum foil hat and some woman holding a white jumpsuit on my way out.

Detective Parker: Did you recognize either of them?

Quentin Evans: I'm afraid not.

Detective Murphy: One more time, Mr. Evans, did you kill Jared Plunk?

Quentin Evans: No, but you can't imagine how I felt seeing him dead. At first, I ran because I didn't want to get involved, to be blamed for something I didn't do. But then I was running out of sheer exhilaration because his death might free countless others who might've fallen under his Elvis spell.

Detective Murphy: You really might want to consider getting professional help. We can recommend a good doctor if you'd like.

Quentin Evans: No, thank you. I realize now that I was foolish. Nothing will stop these people. They're lost to the world, just like my Mollie was.

Detective Parker: Thank you for your time, Mr. Evans. If you remember anything else that might be relevant to the case, please let us know.

Quentin Evans: I will, but I've told you all I know.

Interview ended – 4:36 p.m.

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