The Casanova Serial Killer Glen Edward Rogers EXECUTED | Last Meal + Final Words | Death Row (US)

The Casanova Serial Killer Glen Edward Rogers EXECUTED | Last Meal + Final Words | Death Row (US)

“I’m not guilty and I… I will be back. I’m not worried about it at all.”

On the night of May 15th, 2025, inside the Florida State Prison, a man who once claimed he’d taken nearly 70 lives lay strapped to the execution gurney. His time had finally run out. He’d charmed, lied, and killed his way across the country for decades. Known as the Cross-Country Killer and the Casanova Killer, Glen Edward Rogers had spent almost 30 years on death row. And in his final moments, he addressed the families of his victims and even spoke directly to the President of the United States.

But what exactly did he say? And why do some believe he took the secrets of dozens of unsolved murders to his grave? Today, we’re going to peel back the layers of one of America’s most chilling nomadic killers—from his troubled beginnings in small-town Ohio to the twisted string of murders that made him a nationwide fugitive. Along the way, we’ll reveal his confirmed crimes, the suspected ones that still haunt investigators, and the truth behind his final words. Welcome to Death Row Diaries.

The Charming Predator

If you were to meet Glen Rogers in a bar in the early ’90s, you might not have thought twice about him. He wasn’t a towering, intimidating figure. In fact, many described him as good-looking, charming, and quick with a joke—the kind of man who could strike up a conversation with anyone. But that’s exactly what made him so dangerous.

Rogers wasn’t the kind of predator who lurked in alleyways or broke into homes under the cover of darkness. He was bold. He met his victims in public, often in social settings like bars, fairs, or community events. He had a knack for making people feel comfortable around him. Women, particularly those in their 30s, often with red hair, seemed to be his preferred targets. This deceptive charm earned him the nickname the Casanova Killer, a moniker that, when you consider the fate of those who trusted him, becomes as darkly ironic as it gets.

The other nickname he carried was the Cross-Country Killer, a grim nod to his transient lifestyle. Rogers drifted from state to state, leaving behind a trail of suspicion, pain, and, in too many cases, bodies. By the time authorities finally caught up with him in November 1995, Rogers had been linked to murders in California, Mississippi, Florida, and Louisiana. And those were just the confirmed cases.

His own statements to police suggested something far worse—that he might have been responsible for dozens more. Whether this was a boast, a manipulation, or the terrifying truth remains a matter of debate. What is clear is that Rogers was no ordinary criminal. He was a serial killer with the ability to blend into everyday life, to disarm his victims with a smile, and to strike without warning. And his crimes weren’t sloppy crimes of passion; they bore disturbing similarities, patterns that revealed a methodical mind behind the violence.

Troubled Beginnings and First Blood

To understand how someone becomes a man capable of such acts, we have to go back to where it all began: a small town in Ohio and a childhood that was anything but normal.

Glen Edward Rogers was born on July 15th, 1962, in Hamilton, Ohio, the middle of seven children in a working-class family. His father, Claude, worked as a hydro-pulp operator at the Champion Paper Company, while his mother, Edna, kept the household running. On the surface, they might have looked like any other large family in the area, but behind closed doors, Glen’s upbringing was far from ideal. Reports from later in life suggested that Glen’s home was turbulent, with frequent arguments, instability, and possibly abuse, though much of this would only surface years later during appeals to spare his life.

Whether these claims were exaggerated or not, one thing is certain: Glen did not follow the path of a well-adjusted teenager. He was expelled from junior high school before he even turned 16, a critical turning point that sent him drifting further away from anything resembling a normal life. Around that time, he began a relationship with a girl named Deborah Ann Nicks. She was only 14 when she became pregnant, and in a decision that would tie them together through some of Glen’s most formative years, they married.

The young couple had two children together, but domestic life for Glen was short-lived and volatile. In 1983, Deborah filed for divorce, alleging physical abuse. This claim, like so many other aspects of Rogers’ life, painted a picture of a man whose charm could easily turn to cruelty behind closed doors. After the divorce, Glen’s life began to unravel in a way that now looks disturbingly like the prelude to his later crimes. He drifted, took odd jobs, and moved around frequently. His relationships with women were often brief and rocky. And while no one could have predicted the scale of what was coming, there were early signs of manipulation, aggression, and an inability—or unwillingness—to live by society’s rules.

By the early 1990s, Rogers’ life was a mix of instability and crime. He wasn’t just struggling financially; he was beginning to cross lines that would eventually lead to murder. The first known case that would forever link Glen Rogers to homicide came in 1993, and it involved someone who had once opened their home to him.

Serial killers often develop a pattern, a signature, even if they don’t realize it at first. For Glen Rogers, that pattern was one of betrayal, charm turned lethal, and bodies left in ways that suggested control and violence in equal measure. Authorities in Hamilton, Ohio, suspected Rogers in the death of 71-year-old Mark Peters, a retired electrician and veteran. Peters wasn’t a stranger or a random target. He had actually welcomed Rogers into his home in 1993, letting him live there for a period of time.

But by October of that year, Peters had vanished. Along with him went several of his personal possessions, his car, antiques, guns, and a coin collection. It wasn’t until January 10th, 1994, that police made the grim discovery. Peters’ remains were found in a cabin owned by the Rogers family in Beattyville, Kentucky. He had been bound to a chair and hidden beneath a pile of furniture—a disturbing, deliberate concealment. Even more chilling, it was Glen’s own brother, Clay, who reportedly led police to the cabin. While Peters’ murder never led to a formal conviction for Rogers, the case set the tone for what was to come. Here was a man who could ingratiate himself into someone’s life, use their kindness, and then turn it into an opportunity for violence and theft.

The Nationwide Spree

Later that same year, Rogers moved away from Ohio, eventually surfacing in California. It’s here that his more widely known murder spree began, and where the media would start to recognize the face of a killer who could be sitting next to you at the bar and chatting like an old friend right before ending your life.

The date was September 28th, 1995. In Van Nuys, California, 33-year-old Sandra Gallagher, a mother of three, was enjoying a night out at McRed’s bar. Witnesses later recalled that she met a man there—one who was handsome, charming, and seemed to have a way with words. That man was Glen Rogers. The next day, Sandra’s life ended in brutal fashion. Her strangled body was found in her truck parked near Rogers’ apartment. The vehicle had been set on fire, and her body was badly burned. This wasn’t just an act of violence; it was a calculated attempt to destroy evidence.

Gallagher’s murder marked the beginning of Rogers’ confirmed spree across multiple states in a matter of weeks. Investigators would later allege that after killing her, Rogers fled to the Southeast, passing through Mississippi, Florida, and Louisiana—and in each state, another woman would end up dead. In June 1999, Rogers was convicted in California for Gallagher’s murder. By that time, he was already on death row in Florida for another killing. California added its own death sentence to his record on July 16th, 1999. But Gallagher’s case wasn’t just another name on a list. It revealed how quickly Rogers could go from casual conversation to lethal violence, and how he used his transient lifestyle to evade capture.

What followed would be a bloody trail across the southern United States, each crime more brazen than the last. After the brutal killing of Sandra Gallagher in California, Rogers didn’t slow down. In fact, it’s as though her murder lit a fuse, and that fuse ran straight across the country.

By late October 1995, he was in Jackson, Mississippi, where he met Linda Price, a 34-year-old woman who worked as a casino hostess. She had recently separated from her husband and was starting over. When she met Rogers, she likely saw him as an attractive drifter with a good sense of humor, maybe even someone who could make her laugh again. The two were soon seen around town together. Price introduced Rogers to friends and even allowed him to stay at her home. But in early November, her body was found in a bathtub, partially submerged with signs she’d been strangled. Just like in Gallagher’s case, Rogers had disappeared immediately afterward, taking Price’s car and heading toward the Florida coast.

Florida would become the state where Rogers’ killing spree—and his freedom—would end. On November 5th, 1995, in Tampa, he met 37-year-old Tina Marie Cribbs at the Showtown bar. She told a friend she’d be spending time with him. The next day, her body was found in the bathtub of a motel room registered in Rogers’ name. She’d been stabbed multiple times. But Rogers wasn’t finished yet. He fled in Cribbs’ car, leaving a paper trail that authorities would soon use to track his movements.

The Manhunt and Capture

That paper trail, combined with eyewitness accounts, would eventually lead to one of the most dramatic fugitive chases of the ’90s. By early November 1995, Rogers had already crossed multiple state lines in the wake of his crimes. Law enforcement in Florida, Mississippi, and Louisiana were beginning to compare notes, and the pattern was impossible to ignore.

Authorities issued nationwide alerts. Rogers was now one of the most wanted men in America. His photo was plastered across TV screens, newspapers, and police bulletins. He was traveling in stolen vehicles, using fake names, and constantly on the move. The break came in Kentucky when a suspicious vehicle was spotted. Police attempted to pull him over, but Rogers took off, leading officers on a high-speed chase that ended in a dramatic crash. When they pulled him from the wreckage, the charming drifter who had eluded them for weeks was finally in handcuffs.

What followed was a logistical nightmare for prosecutors. Rogers had committed murders in multiple states, each with their own legal processes. Florida moved first, charging him with the murder of Tina Marie Cribbs. The trial was swift, the evidence damning. Rogers was convicted and sentenced to death in 1997. California and Mississippi followed with their own charges. In California, he received another death sentence for the murder of Sandra Gallagher. In Mississippi, prosecutors opted not to pursue the death penalty since he was already condemned in two states.

Unsolved Crimes and Wild Claims

What makes Glen Rogers’ case even more disturbing is the possibility that we only know a fraction of what he did. While awaiting trial in Florida, Rogers allegedly told investigators he had killed more than 70 people across the country.

Most serial killers exaggerate their body count. But with Rogers, the statement wasn’t easily dismissed. He had lived and worked in dozens of cities over the years. He traveled constantly, often doing painting and construction jobs for cash. This mobility gave him access to countless potential victims and made it incredibly hard for police to connect cases across jurisdictions.

One of the most controversial claims came years later when Rogers’ brother, Clay, alleged that Glen had confessed to killing Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman in 1994—the murders famously tied to O.J. Simpson. A 2012 documentary even suggested Rogers had been hired to steal from Nicole’s home and killed her when things went wrong. Most experts dismissed this theory as unlikely, pointing out that the physical evidence from the O.J. case doesn’t match Rogers. Still, the fact that people even considered him a plausible suspect shows how far his reputation as a killer had spread.

Even without those infamous cases, Rogers is suspected in numerous unsolved murders, particularly those involving women with red hair—a physical trait many of his confirmed victims shared. Whether he was telling the truth about his kill count, inflating it for attention, or somewhere in between, one thing was certain: Glen Rogers was a man who thrived on control, both in life and in the narrative he left behind.

Final Hours and Execution

Life on death row is nothing like the movies. For nearly three decades, Rogers lived in a 6×9 ft cell, spending 23 hours a day in isolation. His appeals dragged on for years. But unlike many condemned inmates, Rogers never seemed entirely desperate to fight his sentence. In the weeks leading up to his execution date, May 15th, 2025, he reportedly became more reflective. Whether this was genuine remorse or just another performance is something only Rogers knew.

On the day of his execution, he was led into the chamber at Florida State Prison. Witnesses said he looked calm, almost resigned. As the straps were secured and the IV lines inserted, Rogers was given the chance to make a final statement. He began by addressing the families of his confirmed victims, offering what he called “an apology that can never be enough.” Then, in a bizarre twist, he turned his attention to the President of the United States, urging future funding for programs that “keep men like me from being made in the first place.”

Minutes later, at 6:17 p.m., Glen Edward Rogers was pronounced dead by lethal injection. Outside the prison gates, some family members of his victims spoke to reporters. For them, the execution closed one chapter. But the unanswered questions about his true body count meant the story could never truly be over.

Glen Rogers’ story isn’t just one of murder. It’s one of movement, manipulation, and mystery. He was a predator who could walk into a room and disarm his prey with a smile, who could turn a casual drink into a death sentence. His ability to drift from state to state left investigators chasing shadows for years. And even in death, the full scope of his crimes remains uncertain. Was he really responsible for 70 murders? Or was that the final bluff of a lifelong con man? We may never know.

What we do know is that Glen Rogers’ path of destruction left scars in communities across America, and his name will remain etched into the dark history of American crime.