Death
On Wednesday, November 1, 2006, Robert Whiteside at age 56, was found by his partner Warren Butler, murdered at his Veranda. It was apparent that the murder occurred during a robbery the night of October 30. The shooter Mark Aaron Rains, a 21 year old local drug user and once employed by Whiteside to help in his kitchen, was quickly found and arrested in Dallas by the repeated use of Robert’s credit card at a local gas station. In June, it was at a pretrial hearing on the admissibility of Mark Aaron Rains when Butler watched a video of Rain describing the murder without emotion or remorse, coolly smoking a cigarette. He admitted three times to the crime and escaped once from jail. In exchange for the testimony against the other codefendants and a plea of guilty that occurred on July 1, 2008, Rain’s would not be sentenced to death. On July 8, 2008 at the Franklin County Courthouse, Rain’s was sentenced to life imprisonment without possibility of parole. The second assailant Jose Chavez, was arrested days later and pled guilty in February, 2009. A third suspect Elbis Torres, 28, also known as “Cuz” was arrested in Cockrell Hill on October 28, 2008. He entered a guilty plea on March 24, 2009. Instead of a funeral, Warren and Robert’s brother Harry, decided on a simple service at the pond located on the Veranda property. Warren Butler has lived at the Veranda since Robert's death, however, the business closed at the end of 2009.
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