Rasheed Rasul and Jermaine Johnson are staying at the Richfield Lodge in Conyers, Ga., with Johnson’s older brother —who is currently being held at the Rockdale County Jail.
The two teenage friends are hanging out at the motel with another man who notices that Rasul has a wad of cash on him, when two brothers from Covington, Ga., drive up just after 10 p.m. They invite all three to go for a drive with them.
Rasul slides the motel room key for room No. 304, into his left, blue PNB Nation Clothing Company jeans pocket—his yellow pager securely fastened to the same pocket, just below his woven, black belt. He, Johnson and the other man get into a car with the two brothers, who drive away with the teenagers a few miles away to Commerce Drive, just off Highway 138.
The road is isolated, dark and unknowing.
There’s a slight breeze, giving Johnson good reason to wear his blue Nike windbreaker to halt the slight chill.
It’s warm, in the 60s, and just a few weeks into spring. New blossoms are already sprouting. Weeds grow in abundance in the industrial park, and create the perfect spot to disguise or hide something or someone you don’t want found.
It’s just before midnight.
The two 19-year-olds, who are wearing matching gold and silver Guess watches, exit the vehicle.
A brawl begins and one of the men grabs Rasul’s shirt, ripping from his neck his wide, gold chain, with a bulldog pendant—a dead ringer for the gold bulldog ring on his right ring finger.
Without warning, shell casings begin spewing across the scene as one of the brothers begins to open fire.
As Rasul’s necklace falls to the curb, the man pulls a pistol up to Rasul’s face and shoots him twice, plowing through his cheek.
He falls to his knees, hitting the gravel and ultimately landing on his right cheek.
The others race to his limp body, scavenging and emptying his jeans’ pockets, leaving his body face down and his foot resting on the curb.
Blood drips from his head.
Seeing his friend’s unexpected and instant demise, Johnson bolts, running for his life—making it nearly 250 yards down the road. Two of the men take off, chasing him along the side of the road. One of the men shoots him in his back. The bullet plunges into one of his lungs, passes through his ribs, exits his chest and throws him to the ground.
The assailants catch up with him.
Standing over a fearful, but alive Johnson, the older brother shoots him twice in the face, puncturing his right eye and penetrating his brain. He then turns to his younger brother and directs him to finish the job.
At close range, the younger brother shoots Johnson in the forehead.
Together, they drag his body about 75 yards into the tall, overgrown weeds and leaving him beside a large tree, concealed from passersby.
The three men depart, leaving behind little evidence and zero remorse.