THE DARK SIDE OF NEBRASKA
Niccole Wetherell
#94369
photo courtesy NDCS
Full Name: Niccole A. Wetherell
DOB: July 21, 1980
Charge: 1st degree murder
County: Sarpy
City: Bellevue
Current Status: Nebraska Correctional Center for Women
Partners in Crime: Patrick Burden, Brandi Glynn, Daniel Jones, James Hargett
Date of Crime: September 29, 1998
Victim: Scott Catenacci
DOB: July 21, 1980
Charge: 1st degree murder
County: Sarpy
City: Bellevue
Current Status: Nebraska Correctional Center for Women
Partners in Crime: Patrick Burden, Brandi Glynn, Daniel Jones, James Hargett
Date of Crime: September 29, 1998
Victim: Scott Catenacci
On the last night of his life, Scott Catenacci left his job at the Krispy Kreme doughnut shop, climbed into his car and drove through darkness toward the Iowa border. He was heading to meet some friends in a park, intent on selling his laptop computer. Those friends were waiting to murder him.
One week earlier, Scott and three of those friends had experimented with partner-swapping sex - basically a group orgy. There was a problem. One of the two girls involved, Niccole Wetherell, had spurned Scott. Scott became angry and allegedly roughed her up. Niccole and four friends spent the next week planning payback.
On the night of September 29, 1998, they exacted it. Scott was surprised by the knife-wielding attackers beneath the two-lane Bellevue bridge. In the dim glow of the span's sparse red, white and green warning lights, he fought desperately for his life. Scott's body, dumped in a tree-lined ditch on the outskirts of town, was discovered the next morning by a man collecting recyclable cans.
One week earlier, Scott and three of those friends had experimented with partner-swapping sex - basically a group orgy. There was a problem. One of the two girls involved, Niccole Wetherell, had spurned Scott. Scott became angry and allegedly roughed her up. Niccole and four friends spent the next week planning payback.
On the night of September 29, 1998, they exacted it. Scott was surprised by the knife-wielding attackers beneath the two-lane Bellevue bridge. In the dim glow of the span's sparse red, white and green warning lights, he fought desperately for his life. Scott's body, dumped in a tree-lined ditch on the outskirts of town, was discovered the next morning by a man collecting recyclable cans.
