Bonded by Tragedy
The murder of policemen changes entire cities. It changed little Georgetown, too, but in a way no one ever expected.
(page 5 of 5)
Last November, a grand jury returned a 14-count indictment against Powell, charging him with first-degree murder in Spicer’s death, second-degree assault for firing the shot that injured Brittingham, and other offenses.
The trial, scheduled to begin next month, is likely to be a death penalty case. The defense team for Powell made a motion in April to move the trial from the Sussex County Courthouse, on The Circle in Georgetown, to Kent or New Castle County, due to the highly anticipated degree of public sentiment in Spicer’s favor. Superior Court Judge T. Henley Graves ruled that the trial will remain in Georgetown.
Just west of Georgetown, down the Seashore Highway and across the street from the Cokesbury Church, there is a small cemetery where Chad Spicer lay buried. Several bouquets of synthetic flowers garnish the edges of the plot. Small American flags protrude from the ground, one from a black cowboy hat that displays a police badge on its front crest. Someone has left a six-pack of Bud Light beside a marker. The likeness of two photographs have been chiseled into the black marble of the grave, one of Spicer and his parents, the other of Spicer and Aubrey smiling over a birthday cake. Carved into the stone are the words “My family and my friends and my career are the number one things in my life.”
These gifts were what Chad Spicer lived for. Perhaps they were also what he died for.