Florida Executes Glenn Edward Rogers—He Leaves One Message For Trump. Serial Killer, Last Meal & Wor 

Florida Executes Glenn Edward Rogers—He Leaves One Message For Trump. Serial Killer, Last Meal & Wor 

He was convicted of murdering two women in Florida and California, but he was a suspect in several other murders, including the 1993 killing of 73-year-old Mark Peters in Hamilton. No, all I got to say is I’m not guilty and I I will be back. I’m not worried about it at all. Rogers was also found guilty of murder in California where he was also sentenced to death.

 He’s suspected in several other killings across the US. In the hour, convicted killer Glenn Rogers is scheduled to be put to death in a Florida prison. Good evening. I’m Keith Kate. I’m Jennifer Lee. Thank you for joining us. Rogers was one of the Bay Area’s most notorious killers. He was convicted of killing a woman in Gibson in 1995 and another woman in California.

 He’s also suspected of killing at least two other women and a man across the country. And some people believe he’s connected to two of the most famous murders of a generation. 6 weeks, four states, four women dead, and the man responsible was pulled out of a ditch on the side of a Kentucky highway, surrounded by police with an empty beer can he had thrown at a patrol car still rolling somewhere behind him.

 That was Glenn Edward Rogers, executed by lethal injection at Florida State Prison near Stark, Florida on May 15th, 2025. 62 years old, nearly 30 years on death row. And in his final moments, standing in that execution chamber with 30 witnesses watching through the glass, he made a promise to the families of the women he killed.

 A promise he never kept. But before we get to that chamber, before we get to the gurnie and the curtain and the last words, you need to understand who this man actually was. Because Glenn Rogers was not the kind of killer who broke down doors in the middle of the night. He was not the kind who operated in shadows and disappeared before anyone could get a look at him.

 He was the kind who walked into a crowded bar, bought a round of drinks, made everyone laugh, and had women leaning in before the night was half over. He was charming in a way that did not feel manufactured. It felt real. It felt warm. It felt safe. That was the weapon. By the time you understood what was sitting underneath that smile, it was already too late.

 And for at least four women across four states in the autumn of 1995, too late is exactly what it was. He called what he did a road trip. This is the full story of Glenn Edward Rogers. who he was, where he came from, what shaped him, what he did, who his victims were, how a Kentucky State Police Sergeant ended his run, what happened in two separate courtrooms in two separate states, and what his final words were before the state of Florida ended his life.

 We are also going to get into the controversy that followed him into his grave. A controversy tied to one of the most watched and most debated murder cases in American history. Stay with me because this one does not let go. To understand what Glenn Rogers became, you have to start where everything starts. Not with the crimes, not with the victims, with the house he grew up in and the people inside it.

 Glenn Edward Rogers was born on July 15th, 1962 in Hamilton, Ohio. He was the youngest of seven children. His father, Claude Rogers, worked at a paper company. From the outside, looking in, the family appeared unremarkable. A workingclass household in a Midwestern city doing what it had to do to get by. Nothing about the address or the neighborhood would have suggested anything unusual.

That was the outside. What happened inside that house was a completely different matter. His mother, Edna, was cruel in ways that went far beyond anything that could be called discipline. This was not a woman who lost her temper and said something she regretted. This was a woman who caused deliberate harm to her own children and did it repeatedly.

There was the time she held Glenn’s head underwater in the bathtub and kept it there, nearly drowning him. There was the time she almost smothered him. And there was the moment she drove toward the edge of a cliff with her children in the car and pulled back only at the very last second. Not an accident.

 Not a moment of distraction or a near miss on a dangerous road. A deliberate act taken to the final possible point and then stopped. What that does to a child who is sitting in that car, who understands what is happening, who has no ability to stop it or escape it is not something that washes off. It does not fade with time.

It becomes part of the architecture of who that child is going to be. Glenn struggled from the very beginning. He was diagnosed with ADHD. He had sleeping disorders. He could not manage stress and frustration the way other children could. When something overwhelmed him, he did not find a way through it. He turned it inward and then outward.

 He acted out. He reacted without thinking. He was expelled from junior high before he was 16 years old. By the time he was a teenager, he had gotten his 14-year-old girlfriend pregnant. They married. They had a second child together. By 1983, she had filed for divorce, citing physical abuse. He was barely into his 20s.

 That was the pattern Glenn Rogers would follow for the rest of his life. Move in close, use the charm, and when that stopped working, use something else entirely. By his early 30s, his criminal record included theft, pimping, assault, and multiple suicide attempts. The list was long and it covered ground, but none of it was what people encountered first when they met him in person.

 What they encountered first was a man who was tall, blonde, and greeneyed with a smile that made people lower their guard almost immediately. Those who knew him described him as magnetic. >> If you look at his picture when he was younger, he was attractive. He had a personality. He had a way of of intriguing a woman by telling her what she wanted to hear.

 And then when he had had enough of her sexually, he killed her. >> The kind of person who could walk into any room, any bar, any gathering, and within minutes have everyone talking to him and around him, as if he had always been part of the group. He had a particular effect on women. women with reddish hair, strawberry blondes, women who, according to people who studied him later, bore a physical resemblance to his mother. He knew what he had.

 He had spent years refining how to use it, and he used it deliberately every single time. But when he drank, and he drank heavily and consistently, the charm disappeared. What sat underneath it was something that bore no resemblance to the man who had been buying rounds and telling stories an hour earlier.

 There are accounts of Glenn Rogers injecting beer directly into his own veins, not drinking it, injecting it. That one detail taken on its own tells you more about the interior of this man than almost anything else on his record. Before 1995, before the killing spree that would put his photograph on the FBI’s 10 most wanted list and his name in headlines across the country, something happened in 1993 that has largely been forgotten in the telling of this story. And it matters.

It matters because it establishes that what Rogers did in the autumn of 1995 was not the first time. It was not an explosion of violence that came from nowhere. It was a continuation of something that had already started. A 71-year-old man named Mark Peters lived in Hamilton, Ohio.

 He was a retired electrician and a veteran. By most accounts, he was a decent, generous man who extended trust to people who needed a hand. In 1993, he took Glenn Rogers into his home, let him live there, showed him nothing but kindness and openness. That was a fatal mistake. In October of 1993, Mark Peters went missing. So did his car.

 So did his antiques, his guns, and his carefully maintained collection of coins. Rogers had vanished at the same time. Then on January 10th, 1994, police found Mark Peter’s remains in a cabin belonging to the Rogers family in Beyville, Kentucky. He was bound to a chair. He had been hidden under a pile of furniture.

 His body had been there for months, decomposed, discarded. Roger’s own brother, Clay, reportedly led investigators to the cabin. No charges were filed against Rogers for Mark Peter’s death at that time. There were reasons related to the evidence and the circumstances, but the outcome was the same. Rogers walked.

 He was already gone, drifting back to Ohio first and then west toward California. Think about what that means. A 71-year-old man who had shown Glenn Rogers nothing but generosity, ended up bound to a chair, dead, hidden under furniture in a remote cabin, his valuables stolen, his car taken, his body left to decompose for months before anyone found him.

 And the man who did it, drove away, and started a new chapter somewhere else. That was 1993. The autumn of 1995 was still 2 years away. By the time Rogers arrived in California, he was 33 years old. He had no fixed address, no steady employment anyone could later verify, no attachments holding him in any particular place.

 He moved through the country with the ease of someone who had been doing it for years. And in the autumn of 1995, over approximately 6 weeks, he killed at least four women across four different states, California, Mississippi, Florida, Louisiana. He moved between them as casually as someone stopping at motel on a long drive with nowhere specific to be. Each victim was a woman in her 30s.

Most were single mothers. Most had reddish or strawberry blonde hair. None of them had any reason to see what was coming because what was coming introduced itself with green eyes and a smile and a round of drinks and conversation that made the evening feel easy and warm and safe. Sandra Gallagher was 33 years old.

 She was a mother of three children living in Van NY California. She had a life, a routine, people who depended on her and loved her. On the evening of September 28th, 1995, she met Glenn Rogers at McFadden’s bar in Vanise. What the conversation looked like, what he said to make her comfortable, we can only imagine based on the accounts of other people who encountered him in bars.

 He was good at this. He had been doing it for years. The following morning, Sandra Gallagher’s body was found in her truck, which was parked near Roger’s apartment. She had been strangled. Then her truck had been set on fire with her body still inside it. Three children were left without their mother.

 Rogers was already gone before anyone found her. He left the state and kept moving. Linda Price was 34 years old, a single mother with two teenage children living in Jackson, Mississippi. She was building a life in a city she knew, surrounded by family and people she was close to. Rogers turned up at the Mississippi State Fair sometime in October of 1995, and that is where he found her.

 Her sister Kathy Carol later told investigators that when Linda first laid eyes on Rogers, she kept repeating herself. She kept saying, “Ain’t he good-looking?” That phrase stayed with Kathy Carol for 30 years. The last ordinary memory she had of her sister standing at a fair looking at a stranger and saying those words.

 Rogers and Linda briefly shared an apartment in Jackson. However, that arrangement came together. It did not last long. The last time Kathy Carol saw her sister alive was the evening before Halloween. They had made plans together for the following day. Carol’s grandchildren were supposed to come over and go trick-or-treating at Linda’s apartment.

It was supposed to be a normal holiday. Halloween came. Kathy went to the apartment. No answer at the door. Rogers was gone. Linda Price was found dead in her bathtub. Her two teenage children were left without their mother. and the plans for Halloween, the grandchildren, the candy, the ordinary evening that was supposed to follow never happened.

 Tina Marie Cribs was 34 years old. A mother of two children living in the Tampa Bay area of Florida. On November 5th, 1995, she was at the Showtown Bar in Gibson, Florida, a place she knew and felt comfortable in. Rogers was there that night. He did what he always did. He bought drinks for Tina and her friends. He was generous and easy and present all evening.

 A bartender who was there that night later told police exactly how the night unfolded. Rogers bought rounds. He stayed close. At some point late in the evening, he asked Tina Cribs for a ride. She said yes. She had no reason not to. He had been nothing but pleasant all night. 2 days later on November 7th, a member of the cleaning staff at the Tampa 8 Inn walked into one of the rooms and found Tina Cribs’ body in the bathtub.

 She had been stabbed in the chest. She had been stabbed in the back. She had been left there. A motel clerk told investigators that Rogers had checked in days earlier, had paid for an extra night, and had specifically requested that his room not be cleaned during his stay. That request was noted at the time as slightly unusual. Nobody acted on it.

 Later, that same clerk, watched Rogers load his bags into a white Ford Festiva in the parking lot. Tina Crib’s car, her wallet turned up at a rest area in North Florida the following day. Fingerprints pulled from the wallet and from the motel room matched Glenn Rogers exactly. He was already gone, already driving her car north, already putting distance between himself and what he had left behind in that bathtub.

Tina Cribs two children were left without their mother. Andy Giles Sutton lived in Bossier City, Louisiana. She was a known acquaintance of Rogers, someone whose path had crossed his before the autumn of 1995. On November 9th, 1995, her body was found in her apartment on a punctured water bed. She had been slashed.

 Rogers was already heading north by the time anyone found her. Driving a dead woman’s car, moving through the country as if he had simply completed one more errand on a long list. Four women, four states, 6 weeks. By November of 1995, the FBI had placed Glenn Rogers on their 10 most wanted list.

 Law enforcement in California, Mississippi, Florida, and Louisiana were all actively hunting him. Investigators across multiple states were coordinating. Tips were coming in. His name and photograph were being circulated widely. The net was closing. But Rogers kept moving, kept driving, kept putting miles between himself and what he had left behind.

 Then on November 13th, 1995, everything ended on the side of Kentucky highway. Kentucky State Police Detective Bob Stevens was on patrol when he spotted a white Ford Festiva. the same make, model, and description as the vehicle reported stolen from Tina Cribs in Florida. Stevens began following the car. He gave chase.

 A rookie officer named Charles Cox joined in immediately. The pursuit was on. Trooper Ed Robinson moved ahead and set up a roadblock. He fired a shotgun blast that connected with the rear tires of the Festiva. Rogers did not stop. Whatever was going through his mind in that moment, surrender was not part of it. Sergeant Joey Barnes made the decisive move.

 He brought his patrol car alongside the festival, committed fully, and rammed it directly. The impact spun Roger’s vehicle off the highway and into a ditch on the side of the road. Officers surrounded the car from every direction. Glenn Rogers was pulled out of the vehicle and placed in handcuffs. A local television news crew happened to be in the area and captured the entire arrest on camera.

 The footage would be played on news broadcasts across the country within hours. During the chase, before the tire was blown out, before Barnes made his move, Rogers had thrown an empty beer can at one of the pursuing police cruisers. That detail is not incidental. That detail is the man in one gesture.

 Caught, pursued, finished, surrounded, and still performing, still making a statement, still unable to simply stop. After his arrest, sitting across from detectives in an interrogation room with nowhere left to go, Rogers told police he had committed nearly 70 murders. He delivered the number with the casual ease of someone recounting something unremarkable.

 He later said he was joking. Investigators did not know what to do with the claim, and neither did anyone else who heard it. Was it a confession hiding in plain sight? A bid for a certain kind of infamy? an attempt to control the narrative from the moment of arrest. A genuine statement by a man who had been carrying an enormous secret and had just decided now that the game was over to put it on the table.

Nobody knew then. Nobody knows now. That inability to separate what was real from what was performance with Glenn Rogers to determine where the truth ended and the spectacle began would become a defining question that followed him across nearly 30 years on death row and all the way into the execution chamber.

Rogers faced justice in two separate states for two separate murders. Florida moved first. The case against him in the murder of Tina Marie Cribs went to trial and on July 11th, 1997, a Florida jury convicted Glenn Rogers of first-degree murder. The jury recommended death. He was sentenced accordingly and transferred to Union Correctional Institution in Rayford, Florida to begin his time on death row.

 Then California took its turn. On June 22nd, 1999, Rogers was convicted in California of the first-degree murder of Sandra Gallagher, the woman found strangled and burned in her truck in Vanice. The conviction was returned after a trial that laid out the evidence against him clearly and methodically. On July 16th, 1999, California sentenced him to death as well.

 Glenn Rogers was now under a death sentence in two separate states simultaneously. a distinction that very few people in the American criminal justice system have ever held. He began appealing immediately as condemned inmates do. He challenged the sufficiency of the evidence against him. He challenged the credibility in the testimony of witnesses.

 He challenged the conduct of closing arguments. He challenged the legal basis of his convictions from multiple angles across multiple filings over multiple years. Every appeal was reviewed. Every appeal was denied. The convictions stood. The sentences stood. Years passed, then more years. He sat on Florida’s death row while the world outside the prison walls continued moving.

 While the families of his victims continued living with what he had done, while Jan Cornell continued speaking at anniversary press conferences in Cape Coral, while Randy Richards continuing the weight of a birthday gift that was never given, while the children of Sandra Gallagher and Tina Cribs and Linda Price grew up without their mothers, Rogers was inside aging, appealing, and eventually doing something that kept his name alive and in circulation long after most people had forgotten the specific details of what he had actually done. In

2012, Investigation Discovery aired a documentary called My Brother, the Serial Killer. It was narrated by Roger’s brother, Clay, and it made a claim that stopped people cold the moment they heard it. Klay Rogers said that Glenn had confessed to him directly personally in plain language that he had killed Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman in June of 1994.

 The same double murder for which OJ Simpson stood trial in the most watched criminal proceeding in American television history. The same case for which Simpson was acquitted in 1995. This was not a small claim. This was not a vague hint or an implication. This was a direct assertion narrated by Roger’s own brother on a national documentary platform.

 Here is what was put forward in detail. Starting in 2009, Rogers had begun an extensive written correspondence with a criminal profiler named Anthony Mioli. Over the course of years, Rogers wrote letters and produced paintings that he claimed contained references to his involvement in the Simpson murders. During a face-to-face meeting at the prison, Rogers told Mioli that OJ Simpson had personally hired him specifically to break into Nicole Brown Simpsons home and steal expensive jewelry.

 and that Simpson had told him directly using specific language that Rogers repeated, “You may have to kill the bitch.” Rogers family went further. They claimed that Rogers had worked for Nicole Brown Simpson as a house painter in 1992, that she had hired him to paint her condominium, that this was how the two of them had first come into contact with each other.

 Klay Rogers said his brother did not hint at this or allude to it. He said Glenn confessed it to him directly. There’s a 2019 film, a feature film called The Murder of Nicole Brown Simpson that takes Rogers version of events as its premise. Nick Stall played Rogers. Manuvari played Nicole. The film portrays the murders as Rogers described them.

 Now, here is what the official record actually shows. The LAPD’s response to these claims was precise and unambiguous. We know who killed Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman. We have no reason to believe that Mr. Rogers was involved. That was not a statement hedged with uncertainty. That was a flat denial from the law enforcement agency that investigated the murders.

Fred Goldman, father of Ron Goldman, responded with equal clarity. He said the overwhelming evidence presented at the criminal trial proved that one and only one person murdered Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman. He said that person was OJ Simpson and not Glenn Rogers. He was not interested in engaging with the claim further.

 The families of both victims publicly condemned the premise of the documentary. Los Angeles prosecutors reviewed the material Rogers had produced and the claims he had made and found no credible evidentiary connection between him and the 1994 murders. So, what was Glenn Rogers actually doing? Was this a dying man? a man who had spent years watching his appeals fail and his execution date draw closer, finally releasing a truth he had been carrying for decades.

Was this genuine? Was there something real in what he was saying, something that the official record missed or dismissed too quickly? Or was this Glenn Rogers doing what Glenn Rogers had always done, walking into a room, making himself the most interesting and compelling person in it, ensuring that all eyes stayed on him, that his name kept being spoken, that people kept turning his story over in their hands, trying to figure out what was real and what was not.

 Was this the bar trick scaled up to a national audience? A man who had built his entire life around the performance of charm and the manipulation of attention, running the same play one final time from inside a prison cell. Those are not rhetorical questions. They are genuine ones. And the uncomfortable answer is that we may never fully know because whatever the truth was, Rogers took it with him.

 What the documentary accomplished, regardless of its accuracy, was to attach Rogers’s name permanently to the most discussed murder case of the late 20th century. In 2012, people who had long since stopped thinking about Glenn Rogers started saying his name again. New audiences encountered the story for the first time. The documentary circulated.

 The film came out. Articles were written. The name Glenn Rogers stayed alive in the conversation years after the specifics of what he had done in the autumn of 1995 would otherwise have faded from general awareness. Whether that was the intention, the effect was real. In his final years on death row, Rogers pursued a different line of appeal.

 He argued that he had suffered severe sexual abuse as a child. Abuse he claimed he had only recovered the memory of in 2019. He also claimed to have been sexually abused while held at a juvenile detention facility in Ohio called the Training Institute of Central Ohio, an institution that has since been shut down. He argued that this history of abuse had never been properly presented or weighed during his original sentencing and that it should have been a significant mitigating factor.

 The Florida Supreme Court reviewed the argument carefully. They rejected it. The conviction stood. The sentence stood. On April 15th, 2025, Florida Governor Ronda Santis signed Glenn Rogers death warrant. The execution was scheduled for May 15th, 2025. Rogers was the fifth inmate in Florida to have an execution scheduled in that calendar year.

 The state of Florida had been carrying out sentences at consistent pace, and this one was next on the calendar. Rogers was not finished appealing. On May 5th, his legal team filed another appeal with the Florida Supreme Court. They challenged both the childhood abuse argument once more and raised concerns about the specific lethal injection drugs being used in Florida executions.

 The Florida Supreme Court denied the appeal. His attorneys then escalated to the highest court in the country. On May 14th, 2025, the night before the scheduled execution, Roger’s legal team filed an emergency appeal with the United States Supreme Court. The Supreme Court denied it. Every door had been closed. Every legal avenue had been exhausted.

 May 15th, 2025 was going to happen. Prison visits where they had been able to sit in the same room together. This time, they were separated by glass. They could not touch. They could not be in the same physical space. Claude spoke to reporters after leaving the prison. He said, “I said my goodbyes to him. He’s my brother and I love him.

 I asked God to guide him on this next journey.” Then he got in his car and drove back to Kentucky. Glenn Rogers spent his final hours inside the walls of Florida State Prison. For his last meal, he requested pizza, chocolate cake, and a soda. There was no elaborate final feast, no carefully constructed last supper with symbolic significance, just those three items.

 He ate them and then he sat and he waited for what was coming. At approximately 6:00 in the evening on May 15th, 2025, the curtain inside the execution chamber at Florida State Prison parted. 30 witnesses were assembled on the other side of the glass. Glenn Rogers lay on the gurnie, half covered by a white sheet. He was described by those present as compliant throughout the process.

 He did not struggle. He did not resist. Florida’s lethal injection protocol uses three drugs administered in sequence. The first is a sedative designed to render the inmate unconscious. The second is rockaronium bromide, a paralytic agent. The third is potassium acetate which stops the heart. The protocol had been challenged in Roger’s final appeal on the grounds of the specific drugs being used. The challenge had been denied.

Before the drugs were administered, Rogers was given the opportunity to make a final statement. He looked toward the witnesses. He spoke to the families of his victims. And then he said something that nobody in that chamber had anticipated. These were his exact words. I know there’s a lot of questions that you need answers to.

 I promise you in the near future the questions will be answered and I hope in some way will bring you closure. President Trump, keep making America great. I’m ready to go. He thanked his wife. He made a promise to families who had been waiting 30 years. A promise that questions would be answered and closure would come without specifying which questions, without explaining how those answers would arrive, without naming what he was referring to.

 And then in the final seconds before the drugs were administered, he addressed the sitting president of the United States. Whatever he meant by those words, whatever he believed he was leaving behind, whatever truth he thought was still coming to the surface after his death, he took the complete version of it with him.

 The curtain was drawn. The protocol was carried out. At 6:16 p.m. on May 15th, 2025, Glenn Edward Rogers was pronounced dead. He was 62 years old, the 16th person executed in the United States in 2025, the fifth on Florida’s death row that year. The families of his victims had waited nearly 30 years for that moment. Some of them were in the chamber.

 Some of them had been waiting their entire adult lives for this day to come. Jerry Valisella, the sister of Sandra Gallagher, said that after the execution, she would finally be able to rest. Sandra had been 33 years old, a mother of three, found in a burning truck in a vanized parking lot in September of 1995.

 Her sister had been carrying that for 30 years. And now, watching through that glass, she could finally put some of it down. Debbie Sparks, the older sister of Linda Price, attended the execution alongside her husband, her sister, and her mother. Three generations of Linda Price’s family in that witness room. Debbie said her family had found closure, but she was angry.

 She wanted to be clear about that. She was angry because Glenn Rogers had never once shown remorse for what he had done. Not at his trial. Not across 30 years of appeals and claims and documentaries and correspondence with criminal profilers. Not in his final statement. Not at the very end when he had absolutely nothing left to gain from pretending.

 He had gone out with a cryptic promise and a presidential endorsement and nothing that looked like accountability for the four women he had killed. Randy Robertson, the son of Andy Guiles Sutton, who had been slashed to death in her Bossier City apartment in November of 1995, said the execution brought him closure. But like Debbie Sparks, he felt something was wrong with the scale of it.

 He said it was too easy, too peaceful. He said Rogers looked like he was just going to sleep. His mother had not gone to sleep. She had been slashed on a punctured water bed in her own home and left there. Tina Cribs mother had spoken to a local news station years before any execution date was ever signed or scheduled.

 She had been asked whether she believed justice would ever come. She said simply, plainly, without elaboration, “God is on my side. I hope he will remain on my side until I do see this done. She waited 30 years and then she saw it done. Glenn Edward Rogers spent 62 years on this earth. He was born into a house where his own mother held his head underwater.

He grew up in a home where violence and terror were the daily atmosphere and nobody was coming to change it. He developed a charm so effective and so natural in its presentation that people who encountered him felt genuinely drawn to him right up until they weren’t. He killed at least four women in 6 weeks in the autumn of 1995.

 Women who were single mothers. Women who had children at home depending on them. Women who had said yes to a drink from a stranger at the end of an ordinary evening and paid for it with their lives. He killed a 71-year-old veteran who had shown him nothing but kindness and hid the body under furniture in a cabin and drove away in the dead man’s car.

 He sat on death row for nearly 30 years, making appeals, raising claims, attaching his name to one of the most famous murder cases of the 20th century and going out with a final statement that promised answers he had already decided not to give. whether he had more victims beyond the four he was convicted of.

 Whether his claims about the Simpson murders contained any fragment of truth, whether those final words in the execution chamber pointed to something real or were simply the last performance of a man who had spent his entire life performing, we will probably never know with certainty. What we know with certainty is this.

 On May 15th, 2025, at 6:16 in the evening, the state of Florida carried out the sentence that a jury had handed down nearly 30 years earlier, and the families of Tina Marie Cribs, Sandra Gallagher, Linda Price, and Andy Guile Sutton could finally exhale. Now, here is the question I want to leave you with today.

 Glenn Rogers spent nearly 30 years on death row, dropping hints, making claims, attaching himself to unsolved controversies, promising answers that never materialized, and delivering a final statement in the execution chamber that raised more questions than it answered. Do you believe there was more truth in him than he ever fully released? Or was Glenn Rogers doing right to the very last breath exactly what he had always done his entire life? walking into a room, making himself the most compelling person in it, and making sure nobody

looked away until he was ready to let them. Leave your thoughts in the comments below. I want to know what you think. If this story stayed with you, if the names Tina Cribs, Sandra Gallagher, Linda Price, and Andy Guile Sutton deserve to be remembered. Subscribe to True Crime Matter right now and hit the notification bell so you never miss a video on this channel.

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