Man Hit by Car Remains Trapped in Windshield for Days

In 2001, Chante Mallard, a 25 year old nursing assistant from Fort Worth, Texas, went out for a late-night drive in her Chevrolet Cavalier, hoping to clear her head.

The only problem was that earlier that evening, she had consumed a mix of marijuana, ecstasy, and alcohol, leaving her intoxicated and not fully in control.

As music blared through the car, her thoughts swirled, clouded by the effects of the drugs and alcohol.

Then, it happened…

A sudden, violent thud brought the car to a stop in the dark. For a moment, there was only silence and the sound of her racing heartbeat. She knew she had hit something.

Looking up, she was met with a horrifying sight: a man lodged halfway through the windshield, eyes wide open—alive, but in shock.

The victim was 37 year old Gregory Glenn Biggs, who had been walking along the road. He had long struggled with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, leading to periods of homelessness. Still, he worked in construction and supported his teenage son.

His mother later said he had been taking steps to rebuild his life and was moving in the right direction.

Chante sat frozen with fear, staring at her victim who was still very much conscious, but now jammed through the thick glass. Her brain scrambled for answers to provide a solution - she could call for help…

…but she would be arrested for driving under the influence…

…but if she didn't help him, he would die…

…but she would lose her job, her livelihood, her life would be ruined…

As panic set in, her thoughts spiralled between doing the right thing and facing the consequences. Fear won.

She made a decision—one that would determine the man’s fate.

Abandoning any attempt to help, she pressed the accelerator and drove off into the night, leaving Gregory trapped in the windshield, alive and unable to escape.

Chante’s heart pounded as she drove through the streets, her only thought fixed on reaching home. She didn’t stop to check on Gregory, nor did she make any attempt to call for help—she simply kept driving for over a mile.

By the time she reached her home, Gregory was bleeding heavily, still conscious and pleading for help. She pulled into her garage and shut the door behind her, as if hiding the reality might somehow make it disappear.

But it didn’t.

Guilt lingered, gnawing at her. She returned again and again to check on him—each time met with the same horrifying sight: he was still alive. Still suffering.

Then, nearly three days later, Gregory died.

And as it ended, a sense of relief washed over her—his suffering, at last, was over.

Chante contacted a friend, Clete Jackson, asking for help disposing of the body. He agreed—and brought in his cousin, Herbert Cleveland, to assist.

Together, the three transported Gregory’s body to a nearby park, leaving it out in the open with little attempt to conceal it. They then tried to set Chante’s car on fire in an effort to destroy the evidence.

On 27th October 2001, just before 9:30am, an off-duty firefighter who was out walking in Fort Worth's Cobb Park, placed a call to 911. He had made the grisly discovery of a deceased man who appeared to have been the victim of a hit-and-run.

When officers arrived, they noted that the victim's body was covered in shards of glass, his legs were badly contorted and his food was mangled as it lay across his stomach.

Early stages of rigor mortis gave indication that the victim had been laying dead for merely a few hours. Before long, officers were able to positively identify the body as having belonged to Gregory Biggs. Despite efforts to find out who had done this to him, there were no leads to follow and the case went unsolved.

It would be months later, after Chante Mallard had convinced herself she had gotten away with the crime, that the incident would come back to haunt her. At a party with friends, she casually brought up the event, laughing as she said, “I hit this white man…”

One partygoer, horrified by her lack of remorse, couldn’t stay silent. They reported her comments to the police, a tip that would soon lead to Chante’s arrest.

When her trial began in 2003, the prosecution presented damning evidence showing that Gregory might have survived had Chante sought medical help.

Found guilty of murder and evidence tampering, Chante was sentenced to 50 years in prison. She will be eligible for parole in 2027.

During the trial, Gregory’s 17 year old son, Brandon, spoke about his father’s character, describing how, despite falling on hard times, he had often put others before himself—once even sacrificing his own finances to help a friend cover car expenses.

A lifelong friend, who had known Gregory since high school, also offered a glimpse into the man he truly was, stating:

Showing how he had been raised with compassion and empathy, Brandon went on to address his father's killer in court, telling Chante:

Clete Jackson was sentenced to 10 years in prison for his role in helping move Gregory’s body. After serving his sentence, he remained in and out of prison on subsequent firearms and drug-related charges.

Herbert Cleveland, who also helped move Gregory’s body, accepted a plea bargain, agreeing to testify against Chante Mallard in exchange for a 9 year prison sentence. He has since been released.