02-22-2019

‘Frankford Slasher’ Case Still Haunts Philadelphia, Remains Unsolved
UNSOLVED: The 1987 murder of Melissa Ellison
COLD CASE: Investigators dive deep into disappearance of Kemberly Ramer
Remains Found In Yard In 2018 Identified As Woman Last Seen In 1960s
Man arrested in Regina Krieger’s murder; girl was fatally stabbed 24 years ago
Man run over by train in Macon suicide linked to 1991 vanishing of Sabrina Long
Samantha Harer Found Nude, Had Unexplained Injuries: Lawyer
New Podcast: Finding Gina Renee Hall
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Danick Adams’ Murder Mystery
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Was local farmer convicted of the Drummond family murders really guilty – or was a more sinister plot at work?

02-21-2019

1966 murder-robbery solved, case closed with suicide of suspected killer
Suspect Caught In 1973 Newport Beach Murder Of 11-Year-Old Girl Thanks To DNA Evidence
Pomona man charged with murder of 11-year-old Inglewood boy in 1990 cold case
Former soldier charged with 8 year-old’s murder linked with another 40 cold cases in France
Is Annie Doe, Annie Lehman?
Search for killer continues 12 years after Quincy mother’s horrific murder
Yesterday’s Crimes: Strangle and Slash in San Leandro
NEW LONGREAD: Serial Killer Or Accidental Drowning? KDKA Investigates What Happened To Dakota James
NEW LONGREAD: FATHER KUNZ UNSOLVED CHAPTER 5 (chapters 1-4 previously posted)

02-20-19

Is There A Serial Killer On The Loose In Chicago? Dozens Of Similar Cases Unsolved
Local officials talk to students at Penn State-Beaver about severed-head mystery
8 unsolved cases that continue to haunt Butler County families
Petition calls for celebrity genealogist to investigate Angie Housman mystery
Mother seeks to reopen case into son’s mysterious death
Reward Increased In Unsolved Murder Of Demetrius Griffin, Burned Alive In 2016
NEW LONGREAD: After 69 years, Indiana cold case has new life
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Killings of N.J. girls remain unsolved after 50 years

02-19-2019

Hope Ann Moore’s disappearance still a mystery 20 years later
New leads in Tabitha Tuders case point detectives back to Nashville
Kirsten Hatfield’s family still searching for answers 22 years after her disappearance
Jerika Binks remains missing one year after vanishing during a run
Unsolved: Single mom found murdered in St. Pete apartment in 2013
Five years and Meagan Pilon is still missing
NEW LONGREAD: Gruesome find in a north Suffolk field 30 years ago today sparked an unsolved murder investigation
VINTAGE LONGREAD: A Decade Later, Hollywood Video Slayings Still Haunt Families, Survivors
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Burlington’s oldest cold case continues to baffle investigators

02-18-2019

Are unsolved murders along Cleveland’s East 93rd Street corridor connected?
UNSOLVED: Amos Yoder’s son found Amos and his wife beaten and bound to their bed
What’s changed in decade since Pa. woman mysteriously died during Sea Isle polar plunge weekend?
After 19 years, Asha Degree’s mother holds on to hope her daughter will be found
NEW LONGREAD: Linda Marie Kohlmeier’s Knox County murder lingers — more than 50 years later
NEW LONGREAD: Eighty years later, we’ve identified Matt Warren’s killer
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Lyndon Fuller’s family still searching for for answers in ‘bizarre’ Berwick cold case 29 years later
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Murder-Suicide in the Keys Unravels a Doctor’s Decades-Long Mystery

02-17-2019

Arrest made in 1993 murder of Sophie Sergie at University of Alaska Fairbanks
Appalachian Unsolved: 6-year-old Avery ‘Peaches’ Shorts
Man charged with first-degree murder in three historical cases
Brother Appeals For Help In Disappearance Of Sister, Niece As Police Release New Details
“I love you” were the last words 7-year-old Danydia Thomspon said before she disappeared on her way to school in 1997
Double Initial Murders: Michelle Maenza
Cold Case: Woman found in 1976 never identified. Victim was in her fifties or sixties. Her hands were cut off.
Pieces of the Past: Murder of Mai Helvey unsolved for 35 years
NEW 2-PART LONGREAD (both parts at link): Unsolved? A Rockland murder mystery

BONUS: Seeing Gavin de Becker back in the news courtesy of Jeff Bezos’ Peckergate has reminded me how much I loved his book, downloaded here in full: The Gift of Fear

02-16-2019

Pennsylvania child Cherrie Mahan still missing after getting off school bus in 1985
Haskell Police Re-Open 30-Year-Old Missing Persons Case
“She had Goals, Dreams, a Future:” Family of Amber Wilde Holds out Hope for Answers
Man convicted for infamous East Texas KFC murders up for parole in June
UNSOLVED | Mystery of the Missing
In One Ear: What happened to Marty?
She was killed and dumped in a ditch over 40 years ago. A deputy coroner has vowed to find out her name.
Maura Murray’s family presses for answers
Family of murdered Memphis woman believes serial killer’s drawing proves she was killed by him
NEW LONGREAD: Black Widow Killer is North Carolina’s oldest woman on death row
NEW LONGREAD: Elyria police reopen 1990 cold case of teen’s murder (ARCHIVED STORIES ATTACHED)

02-15-2019

UNSOLVED: The vanishing of Jacquelyn Lorraine Markham
Authorities want help solving odd cold case over Hamilton County man reported missing in 1993
Gregg County Sheriff’s Office releases name of Lavender Doe
Lady in Red remains a Mississippi mystery. Who is she?
Sheriff’s Department checking into 16-year-old disappearance of Erin Hoover Davis
Puzzling loss: Delores Griffin’s remains identified after 43 years
RELATED: Arizona trucker indicted in 1992 Austintown cold case, suspected in several slayings + Friend of teen who was murdered in 1990 looks for closure
NEW LONGREAD: Appleton’s Connie Boelter homicide investigation shifts away from former bank president
NEW LONGREAD: University of Florida student Tiffany Sessions vanished without a trace 30 years ago. Her dad was determined to find her.

02-14-2019

UNSOLVED | Tied Up and Tortured
U of M Student’s Remains Identified After 4 Decades
Minneapolis police make arrest in woman’s 1993 murder
Detective reopens 1984 double murder case, citing similarities to Golden State Killer crimes
Monica Keenlance of central Illinois was constantly on the run
Newly engaged couple’s murder still unsolved five years later
Police says torn letters key to 1986 killing of boy in Nevada, arrest of mother in Palm Beach County
WATCH HERE: 5-part Oakland County Child Killer docuseries
NEW LONGREAD: Richard Marquette case shocked Oregonians after ‘butcher’ slayer scored parole, killed again
NEW LONGREAD: FATHER KUNZ UNSOLVED CHAPTER 4 (chapters 1 + 2 + 3, previously posted)

02-13-2019

38 years after skull is found, Jane Doe has a name
Former mayor describes chilling phone call about a murder confession 41 years ago
Claude and Sue Shelton told their children they were going to truck stop in 1971. They never came home.
Unsolved mass lynching grand jury testimony set for release thanks to N.J. lawyer
Skelton Brothers: Author sheds new light on search for missing brothers
A fallen firefighter’s family and friends continue to search for answers 25 years after his death
NEW LONGREAD: How a 46-year-old slaying became a Monroe County legend
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Inside the puzzle of Roseville’s ‘three little girls’ tragedy

02-12-2019

The mysterious death of Justin Taylor
‘Cookin Up Justice’ With Brevard Sheriff Wayne Ivey Highlights 2017 Double Homicide Case
Mysterious Dyatlov Pass Incident reopened 60 years later
Hammersmith nude murders: new clues in ‘Jack the Stripper’ case
Local 4 premieres “Oakland County Child Killer” special Wednesday (plus related LONGREAD)
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Abandoned pet cemetery has eerie, murderous past

02-11-2019

New podcast chronicles mysterious disappearance of HaLeigh Cummings + podcast link
30 years later, Tiffany Sessions remains missing
After 15 years, missing woman’s mother ‘still in shock’
NEW LONGREAD: SPRINGFIELD STOOD STILL 5 YEARS AGO WHEN 10-YEAR-OLD HAILEY OWENS WAS ABDUCTED AND MURDERED

Bonus Round: a fortuitously-timed Unsolved Mysteries mini-burst:

Las Cruces Bowl massacre still unsolved; $25,000 reward for information
New England’s Unsolved: Who killed US Marine David Cox?
Forensic artist sketches image of Charles Horvath-Allan, who disappeared 30 years ago
NEW LONGREAD: 40 years later, mystery still surrounds the Sarah Joe and five Hana fishermen who didn’t return

02-10-2019

Woman arrested on charge she murdered her child 33 years ago
Mother of murdered children still awaiting justice: slayings of Cody Garrett and Linda Gibson still unsolved after 25 years
Living with a cold case: Local woman writes book about husband’s 1980 murder
Ten years later, Randa still missing
The Justice Files: Reenactment of ’94 missing mother case released on social media
Double Initial Murders: Wanda Walkowicz + Vintage 1973 report
The Mongo Murders: part 1 + part 2 (an introduction, previously posted)
NEW LONGREAD: Bruce McArthur, serial killer who stalked and terrorised Toronto’s gay village, sentenced to life
NEW LONGREAD: Amy Mihaljevic was kidnapped in 1989, and police are still searching for her killer

02-09-2019

Kansas City police reveal new leads in Fawn Cox’s 1989 homicide
3 men suspected they could be infant kidnapped from Colorado Springs in 1986
Human Foot Found on Shore of Wash. Island Belonged to ‘Happy’ Young Man Missing Since 2016
20 years later, Saco teen Ashley Ouellette’s death is still unsolved
35 years later, Pembroke police pursue killer in case that changed town
Taylor Co. inmate linked to Jeannie Quinn murder, 1993 missing person cold case
The Justice Files: Utah’s first serial killers show no remorse
10 years later: What happened to HaLeigh Cummings?
Mother of Sky Metalwala still won’t talk to Bellevue police 7 years after son’s disappearance
NEW LONGREAD: ‘My sister, where are you?’ Missing woman’s sister wants justice for Rosenda Strong
NEW LONGREAD: Would I have been one of Ted Bundy’s victims? My mom? My friends?

02-08-2019

Dad wants NH authorities to dig for Maura Murray’s remains
Who murdered Maria Honzell? 1977 cold case remains unsolved
Cold Case Investigators Discuss Denise Oliverson’s Disappearance and Possible Bundy Connection
20 years later, the search continues for Erica Baker
Christine Diefenbach’s unsolved murder turns 31 today
Police Offer $100K For Leads on 1970s ‘Doodler’ Serial Killer
‘Just remember Barbara’: Search group of friends organizes tribute for missing Sumter woman Barbara Nave
Unsolved slaying of stripper Tamara Greene gets national audience in podcast
NEW LONGREAD: Searching for Sky Burnley
NEW LONGREAD: Out from the Void—Eugene’s dead, missing and unidentified people (part 1 + part 2)

02-07-2019

San Francisco Police Release 1970s ‘Doodler’ Serial Killer Sketch
Nearly 18 years later, Bianca Lebron still missing
Michiana Unsolved: Mysterious remains
He said his wife and son moved to South Korea. Decades later, a detective learned the truth.
Former lead detective opens up about HaLeigh Cummings’ disappearance
Malheur County team turns attention to cold case involving murdered nurse May Hori
Tips sought: OSBI playing cards include couple’s unsolved 1983 Cold Case
7 Things to Know About the Mysterious Death of Florida Woman Investigating Cold Case
What happened to Savannah Spurlock? Here’s what we know about the search
NEW LONGREAD: FATHER KUNZ UNSOLVED CHAPTER 3 (chapters 1 + 2, previously posted)

02-06-2019

Bodies Found in 2 States Identified as Mother and Son 20 Years After They Were Murdered
The Lisa Stebic case: 12 years later, where does the investigation stand?
Family says anonymous tip led them to skeletal remains they think belong to missing uncle
State police look for leads in cold case of Oneida teenagers missing since 1990
Mother of ‘Bakersfield 3’ woman posts video saying leg found in lake is not her daughter’s
Beaufort County deputies seek clues in Dorothy Kay Olbert’s 1975 murder
Delphi murders: Unanswered questions 2 years after the slayings of Abby and Libby
NEWISH LONGREAD: What happened to Ellabeth Lodermeier?
02-05-2019

I-Team: 1994 murder of grandmother haunts family
Cold County Part 1: The Disappearances of Karin Mero and Hannah Zaccaglini
Family holds out hope of finding Quebec teen who disappeared 10 years ago
Crime of the Week: Robtown Double Murder Unsolved
Her murder went unsolved for nearly 40 years, until DNA pointed to a serial rapist named ‘Animal’
Las Vegas sex-trafficker who is suspect in unsolved double homicide threatened victims weeks before the murders
NEW LONGREAD: Murder in Peking – two hot takes on a grisly 1937 cold case involving British teen
NEW LONGREAD: New details about the final hours before Yorkton teenager Mekayla Bali’s mysterious disappearance

02-04-2019

Real Time Investigation: The Mongo Murders, an introduction
On 11th anniversary of the unsolved murder of Lindsay Buziak, many call for justice
Podcast features Kimberly Moreau’s missing person story
Brothers break silence on exoneration fight in death of 21-year-old Deanna Crawford nearly 12 years ago
CATCHING A KILLER: Why it’s tough to nail serial murderers
Search warrants issued, data pulled from electronic devices in search for missing teen Karlie Guse
NEW LONGREAD: The vanishing of Granger Taylor
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Investigators hold out hope in Julie Valentine case

02-03-2019

A call for fresh tips in 1999 murders of Roger Smith and Wendy Haveron
Cajun FBI Solving the Fifty Year Disappearance of Alice Marie Reeves
Honolulu Police reopen a cold case from 1972: The murder of Nancy Anderson
On Cassidy Bernard’s birthday, family still hopeful RCMP will solve her murder
Remains of missing person Krystie Stuart found in Apple Valley
Double Initial Murders: Carmen Colon
New Mexico ceremony marks ‘horrible’ discovery of bodies
One year later, murders of Loudoun Co. mother, son unsolved
OCSO still searching for missing girl Andrea Durham 29 years later
NEW LONGREAD: Fayetteville police chief’s 1935 death remains a mystery
NEW LONGREAD + PODCAST: To Catch Melanie Layton Callison’s Killer (part 1 + part 2)

02-02-2019

No answers 32 years after Jenny Lynn Pandos disappeared from Virginia
Deck of cards renews hope of solving 10-year-old Christine Cole’s decades-old murder case
Family still holds out hope on 8th anniversary of Joshua Davis’ disappearance
Cold Cases | Not forgotten: Linda Pagano
COLD CASE: Who killed Brenda Gaddis?
Family of Carrie Culberson continues to search for her decades after convicted killer imprisoned
Connie Boelter: Waiting for Answers
NEW LONGREAD: Halfway Across the Delphi Murders
NEW LONGREAD: Killing of famed Knox hairdresser remains mystery after 35 years

02-01-2019

47 years later: Investigator has hunch in teen’s disappearance
Police: DNA, forensic genealogy helps solve 40-year-old homicide of Portland woman
2009 disappearance of Milford man remains a mystery, baffles investigators
New cold case database bringing renewed hope for 14-year-old Gabrielle Distefano’s family
As anniversary of Kelsie Schelling’s disappearance nears, family again offers $100K reward
Bone fragments found in wall during investigation into 1989 disappearance of Barbara Miller
Jennifer Kesse’s family wants police file on her disappearance — but even reviewing it could take years, judge says
Elizabeth Wettlaufer confessed to attacking a 15th patient. The public was never told.
NEW LONGREAD: A former cop is suspected in the deaths of three women. He died just before he could be arrested.
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Decade after Daytona Beach serial killer leaves 4 women dead, cops still seek answers

01-31-2019

Missing children: Nine infamous cases of Bay Area children who vanished
2007 homicide of Luciana Davey and her 11-year-old son Frank still unsolved
East Berlin man speaks 20 years after mother’s disappearance
Husband wants Linda Vavaris’s murder case reopened years after it went cold
Murder of Clearwater couple David and Mina Swan remains unsolved
Family retrieves remains of Lina Reyes-Geddes, missing for 20 years
How did my sister die? Woman wants answers about year-old case from Henry County Sheriff’s Office
NEW LONGREAD: Ilene Misheloff disappeared 30 years ago — ‘How do you give up on your child?’
NEW LONGREAD: FATHER KUNZ UNSOLVED CHAPTER 2 (previously posted: CHAPTER 1)

01-30-2019

Podcast draws attention to cold case of missing Wallingford girl
The fifth anniversary of Amber Long’s slaying has come and gone and still no arrests
Mysterious death: Plea deal angers family of Jennifer Myers, woman found dead inside Wheat Ridge home
NEW LONGREAD: Detectives planned to arrest sheriff’s deputy for 1967 killings. He died last week.
VINTAGE LONGREAD: 30 years ago, father’s evil act shocked small Otter Tail County town
VINTAGE LONGREAD: 50 years later, unsolved Guthrie Center murder still an open wound

01-29-2019

‘Who killed Teryl Orcutt 29 years ago?’ Deputies post on social media, asking for community’s help
10 years later, family still hopes for justice in Priscilla Dondi Hickman’s death
Investigators ask for public’s help solving Littleton bowling alley cold-case triple murder
Evidence destroyed in 1991 cold case murder, documents say
New Website, $50,000 Reward Announced In Unsolved Maggie Long Murder
Police: Probe into Barbara Miller’s 1989 disappearance ‘very active’
NEW LONGREAD: Family holds out hope they’ll find boy missing for 45 years
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Helen Hill’s Unfinished Story

01-28-2019

Remarkable Discovery: DNA links family to missing DC woman
HAVE YOU SEEN RICHEY EDWARDS?
Putnam man serving time for Josette Wright killing to get new hearing
Disappearances of Christine Markey and Tammy Mahoney live on for families, investigators
Justice Files: New tip could turn Rosie Tapia murder in a new direction
21st anniversary of Renée Sweeney murder: Police have a suspect in custody this year
NEW LONGREAD: Ted Bundy Survivor Kathy Kleiner Tells Her Story
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Strangled Flint babysitter case closed decades after accused killer freed

01-27-2019

A half a century later, Clearwater police still on the hunt for the Jeatrans’ killer
Will Cierzan disappearance still baffling after 2 years
Reward offered in cold case double murder in Schiller Park
Ohio physician allegedly ordered 28 people potentially fatal doses of opioid painkillers
Bolingbrook seventh-grader Rachel Mellon missing for another year without answers
NEW LONGREAD: Who is Dennis Rader aka the BTK serial killer?
VINTAGE LONGREAD: 48 years later, memory of a mother’s brutal death lingers

01-26-2019

Chilling surveillance video shows last known images of murdered woman whose nude body was found in nearby woods
Reward increased for tips in Anne Paetz’s unsolved 1999 murder
Suspect Arrested in San Diego Man’s 2006 Cold Case Sword Killing
4 victims were gunned down in 2015. A suspect now faces charges in their deaths.
VINTAGE LONGREAD: Unanswered questions leave father . . . haunted by death
VINTAGE LONGREAD: New twist in Vermont farmer’s mysterious 1957 death

01-24-2019

DNA Just Led To A Major Break In A Murder Case That’s Stumped Police For 27 Years
‘Crazy Brabant Killers’: ex-gendarme arrested on suspicion of hiding evidence
Candlelight walk to mark 30th anniversary of Ilene Misheloff’s disappearance
Concordia University students dig into years-old Chelsea Small cold case
13 years later, Jennifer Kesse’s family says they’ll leave ‘no stone unturned’
New Hampshire unsolved case file: What happened to Patricia Ann Wood?
The Stayner brothers: 20 years after the Yosemite serial killings
NEW LONGREAD: The Life and Murders of Ted Bundy, 30 Years After His Execution

01-23-2019

Into thin air: Haleigh Cummings disappeared 10 years ago
Hunt County investigators searching for single mother who vanished in 1991
The eerie Berks tale of a woman’s 1923 murder on Neversink Mountain
Burglary gone bad led to public defender Nancy Bergeson’s death, records allege
Blue Island hit-and-run that killed Robby Silva, 11, in 2005 remains unsolved
After Mom of Newborn Twins Goes Missing, Scammers Seeking Ransom Money Target Worried Family
Police still working on Sherri-Lynn McEwan’s 5 year old unsolved murder
VINTAGE LONGREAD: The Babysitter Mystery
NEW LONGREAD SERIES & PODCAST PART 1: The Unsolved Murder of Alfred Kunz

01-22-2019

RCMP using old files, new techniques in attempt to crack cold cases of three missing women
Homes used by serial killer Darren Vann to strangle, hide 7 women will be razed, city says
Trucks featuring Teekah Lewis to be unveiled on 20th anniversary of her disappearance
Judge declares missing Unity woman Cassandra Gross legally dead
Delphi Murders: Investigators say internet rumors can hinder search for Libby & Abby’s killer
Dark Poutine podcast: The Beast of B.C. Clifford Olson, Part 1
VINTAGE LONGREAD: The unsolved murder of Jodi Cooper
VINTAGE 3-PART LONGREAD: He killed his parents in Omaha at age 16 and escaped from prison nearly a decade later. Then he simply vanished.

1-21-2019

No arrests 46 years after Sarah Lou Gammons’ brutal California killing
New clues emerge 15 years after teen’s disappearance: ‘We just want to know he’s safe,’ family says
Police make arrest in 2009 homicide of assistant federal public defender Nancy Bergeson
Cops working on the Abby Williams and Libby German case looking into man arrested on suspicion of child molestation
NEW LONGREAD: Inside the Hunt for a Murderer Who Escaped from Prison 45 Years Ago
NEW LONGREAD: Arrest of two grade schoolers for murder 20 years ago shook the city — until it became clear their admissions couldn’t be correct.

01-22-2019

Body believed to be missing Texas woman Emily Wade found in creek bed
Police, desperate for clues, plan flyer handout in nine-year search for missing child Patrick Alford
Indiana police investigating new lead in cold case murder of Delphi teens
Recognize her? Artist reconstructs face of woman believed to be serial killer’s victim
Still no answers in Holly Cantrell case
Family still looking for answers 7 months after disapperance of Belmont County couple
Has ‘murdered’ mother-of-10 who vanished in 1976 finally been found?
Still no sign of missing Mono County teen three months after the 16-year-old disappeared
NEW LONGREAD: Genetics extends the long arm of the law
VINTAGE LONGREAD: In 1959 Bruce Campbell vanished into thin air

BOY CRAZY: Three Dead in Ohio

Posted: January 20, 2019 in Uncategorized

The 1970s were an ugly decade to grow up in.

The divorce rate skyrocketed, the economy tanked and pretty much everyone, regardless of political affiliation, was pissed off about Nixon.
The miasma of misery wasn’t limited to social issues—aesthetically the 1970s were the fatal collision between advances in synthetic fibers and a generation of designers primed on LSD.
The color scheme looked like the Pantone color chart had been kicked in the stomach,
the resultant vomit scooped into a dirty bucket then swirled and splattered onto AstroTurf.

1974 Amityville crime scene photo: 12-year old Marc Defeo’s blood is on the bed but it’s the wallpaper that gives me nightmares


 
Our Halloween candy bristled with razor blades, the entire decade was awash in avocado-marigold plaids and the only thing uglier than our super-flammable wardrobes were the the national crime statistics.
My peers and I felt a sense of of aggrieved vulnerability, as if we’d been cheated out of the halcyon upbringing guaranteed to suburban youth of yore.
Deprived of the luxury of faceless boogeymen we were the first generation raised with the mental image of Charles Manson creepy-crawling across our shag-carpeted living rooms,
Helter Skelter in his heart.
The cavalcade of horrors on the nightly news served as a constant reminder our privileged existence as nice kids from nice towns conferred no guarantee of safe passage to adulthood;
if anything our coddled upbringings made us more attractive prey, human veal calves for carnivorous strangers with high-fructose candy.

One nice kid from a nice town who never made it home was twelve-year-old Brad Lee Bellino of Boardman, Ohio.

8am, April 4th, 1972. The carting industry is no place for the faint of heart. When Varie Brothers waste disposal employee Paul Smith peered into the dumpster behind Isaly’s Dairy at 263 Boardman-Canfield Road he was prepared for any manner of maggot-animated refuse but not for the horror his eyes beheld—two child-sized, sneaker-clad feet.

Brushing aside the detritus revealed a small corpse positioned on its side, feet angled upward, a tan belt cinched tightly around its neck.
Brad Bellino’s red, white and blue striped jeans were pulled down below his hips, his shirt hiked up to his armpits.
The slain boy’s tee-shirt, imprinted with a cartoon image of Satan, featured a popular 1970s slogan grimly ironic in context: The Devil Made Me Do It.

An autopsy will reveal Brad had been sodomized and strangled. The belt around his throat—size-small JC Penney-brand, not his own—bears teeth marks indicating possible usage as a gag or restraining device.
Semen is recovered from the fifth-grader’s jeans.
At a press conference Mahoning County Coroner Dr. David Belinky gives voice to the obvious: “The Bellino boy’s death is the act of a degenerate.”

Brad was last verifiably seen at 7pm on Friday, March 31st, four days before the discovery of his body.
The opportunity for his disappearance arose only due to a confluence of events:
Boardman Middle School was closed for the Easter holiday and Brad spent Thursday night at the home of his friend Donald Templeman.
His mother Elissa Bellino, a buyer for Lane Bryant, had given him permission to stay Friday night as well.

Unaware his wife had sanctioned an extension of the sleepover,
Brad’s father Joseph, a steel mill employee, spoke with him by phone and instructed his son to return home.
Donald’s parents usually provided transportation between the two residences—the Templemans lived at 733 Teakwood Drive, two miles from the Bellinos at 61 McClurg Road—but Mrs. Templeman was shopping and Mr. Templeman was sick in bed with the flu.
Brad therefore departed on foot;
although he did have a prior of history of hitchhiking—a not uncommon practice in the 1970s—it’s unclear if he did so on this occasion.

And just like that the patrolman on the left changed his name to Officer PTSD

 
Back at the Bellino residence Brad’s father had gone out for the evening and his mother, unaware he had been ordered home, assumed her son was spending the night with the Templemans.
It was only the following day the Bellinos realized the youngest of their four children was missing—Brad’s disappearance was reported to the Boardman Police Department on Saturday, April 1st, at 3:20pm.
 

Dr. Belinky will later estimate Brad’s time of death at 9pm Saturday, twenty-six hours after he began his journey homeward.
Although unverified—the identity of the witnesses and reliability of these encounters has never been made public—the Youngstown Vindicator  reported several alleged sightings of Brad the day after  his departure from the Templeman residence. He was reportedly seen:

  • At 11am at a Dairy Queen in the neighboring town of North Lima
  • Playing ball at the Southern Park Mall at 2:30pm (he and Donald were there the previous day so this sighting is likely erroneous)
  • Thumbing a ride at an undisclosed location at 4:20pm, one hour after the filing of his missing person’s report
  • It’s possible all these witnesses were mistaken—false sightings of missing children are not infrequent,
    and a twelve-year-old gadding around town twenty-four hours after being ordered home seems an unlikely sequence of events.
    That said, anything is possible; the precise path Brad Bellino traveled to his trash-strewn tomb remains a mystery.

    For most locals, irrespective of the horrific details—the photo of his dumpstered legs is seared forever on the town’s collective consciousness—the most alarming aspect of Brad’s death was not its abnormality but its familiarity:
    his was not the first sexually-tinged child murder in Boardman in the 1970s.
    Eighteen months earlier, on December 3rd, 1970, fifteeen-year old Thomas Baird was found in an industrial plant parking lot at 4040 Lake Park Road, his skull crushed and his clothing torn from his body.

    Thomas had last been seen at 8pm exiting his home at 825 Afton Avenue; at 10pm his friends happened upon his crumpled form a mile and half away,
    beaten so badly he was unrecognizable.
    Described in the Youngstown Vindicator  as a “good guy” with “no known enemies,”
    the Boardman High freshman lingered in the hospital ten days before succumbing to his multiple skull fractures—he briefly regained consciousness but trauma had erased all memory of his assailant.

    Although the modus operandi in the Baird and Bellino homicides differed in many details the rarity of juvenile murders prompted Boardman detectives to investigate a possible connection between the cases;
    no firm link could be established, and it appeared the two murders were aberrant occurrences . . . until two and a half years later when the next boy disappeared.

    Not only were the 1970s ugly but the ads were weird as hell: looking at you, Isaly’s!


     
    From birth, David Evans had to fight. Born with a birth defect resulting in a malformed left hand minus two fingers,
    he endured major eye surgery at the age of six and a daily regimen of insulin injections after being diagnosed as diabetic at the age of ten.
    Nothing slowed him down.

    A straight-A student at Boardman Middle School, David was an avid athlete despite his tiny stature: 4’10” and 80 lbs. at the age of fourteen.
    At 6pm on January 17th, 1975 his father Peter saw him one block from the family residence at 208 Ridgewood Drive.
    Stopping briefly to chat, David informed his father he was returning home after visiting Boardman Lake.
    Although he was only moments from his front door David never arrived.

    Thong underpants pig sells ham by the hour

    An intensive search of the area produced only a single clue, unearthed by his mother Gracia at 11:30pm:
    David’s red knit cap, discarded in a roadside ditch one hundred feet from the spot where his father last saw him.
    To the Boardman Police Department’s credit,
    despite the laissez-faire missing child protocol of the era an abduction investigation was launched without delay—David had left behind his medication, wallet and glasses.
    He clearly hadn’t anticipated being gone for long.

    As the hours passed the Boardman Police Department’s probe took on a special urgency: as David himself was fully aware, he was due for his next insulin injection at 7:30am.
    Without it he would lapse into a coma—likely by 5pm, according to his pediatrician—and then die.
    As the critical time period slipped away his loved ones clung to hope and battled despair.

    3dead10

    Six days later, January 23rd, 5:15pm.
    Realtor Hugh Parks was retrieving his car in a Market Street parking lot when a flash of color in nearby shrubbery caught his eye—closer inspection revealed a denim-clad knee protruding from a snow bank.
    Fifteen blocks from home, David Evans’ remains had surfaced less than half a mile from Brad Bellino’s dumpsite.

    Fully clad in the blue plaid jacket, maroon sweatshirt, tan boots and jeans in which he’d last been seen,
    David was positioned on his back, hands laid flat on his chest.
    With one leg straight and the other bent,
    his clothing pooled at his neck as if he’d been dragged into the bushes by his feet.

    This was a devastating time for the Evans family, soon made worse by Mahoning County Coroner Dr. Nathan Belinky.
    Dr. Nathan Belinky—not be confused with his brother Dr. David Belinky, of Bellino autopsy and “degenerate” quote fame—insisted, to the consternation of the grieving family and the Boardman Police,
    no crime had been committed: David Evans, he declared, had died a natural death from diabetes.
    The post-mortem report—later criticized as a “comedy of errors” by David’s parents—seemed to indicate otherwise.

     The still-missing Boardman residents referenced are presumably Joanne Coughlin and John Robek 


    Admittedly, David’s remains bore no overt indicia of sexual assault and his blood sugar at death was, as the autopsy report noted, “extraordinarily high.”
    But his body also exhibited injuries which seemed to indicate foul play:
    a broken left wrist was detected, as were abrasions under his chin, right eye and left ear.
    David also had an inexplicable wound in his back, three inches above his belt line: the puncture, measuring one-inch in diameter, was perfectly round and no corresponding hole existed in his clothing.
    A lack of bleeding at the wound site and dearth of swelling around the fractured bone seemed to indicate David’s most severe injuries had been suffered post-mortem—a finding hard to reconcile with a natural death resulting from diabetes.
     

    David’s remains, when discovered, were frozen solid, precluding an accurate determination of time of death.
    He had not, however, expired immediately after his final sighting on Ridgewood Drive—although the comestibles ingested have never been publicized,
    David died with a full stomach.
    He’d eaten a small sandwich at home at 4pm, and the human digestive tract empties within four hours:
    at some point after his disappearance he had apparently consumed a large meal.

    Dr. Belinky was resolute: despite these anomalous circumstances no crime had been committed.
    The boy had simply dropped his hat, obtained a mystery meal, walked fifteen blocks, crawled into shrubbery in a random parking lot and perished.
    Then his corpse subsequently reanimated, sustaining a perfectly round puncture wound and snapping a wrist bone.
    Understandably, the Evanses were outraged at the assertion their son’s death was undeserving of investigation;
    unwilling to accept the Coroner’s findings David’s parents were not shy about airing their frustration in the media.

    In a stunningly classless move even by 1970s standards—and this, remember, was the decade of pet rocks,
    tube tops, and high heels for men—Dr. Belinky penned an angry screed published in the Youngstown Vindicator suggesting the Evans family was too blinded by grief to accept his perfectly reasonable autopsy findings.
    At this juncture David’s parents attempted to call in the FBI but, citing a lack of jurisdiction, the Bureau demurred.

    Not only does the Boardman boy killer own one of these models but inside there be trophies

     
    [Beep Beep: Sometimes it takes decades to arrive but the karma bus always pulls into the station—in 1993 Dr. Nathan Belinky was sentenced to six months in jail pursuant to a drugs-for-sex scheme. Crooked public officials abusing their power in Mahoning County is a timeless issue: in 2014 Dr. Belinky’s son Mark Belinky, a Probate Court judge, pleaded guilty to 4th-degree felony corruption charges. One can only hope David Evans’ parents lived long enough to savor that double-shot of piping-hot schadenfreude.]

    Dr. Belinky’s certification of natural death would impede criminal prosecution but the Boardman Police Department nevertheless persisted.
    Chief of Police Grant Hess, according to the Vindicator, disagreed with the Coroner’s determination of no foul play; David had been abducted by a predator, the Chief believed,
    who then panicked when the boy lapsed into a diabetic coma—and in his haste to dump the body the assailant inflicted post-mortem injuries on the remains.
    Prior to David’s disappearance the Evans family had been inundated with hang-up phone calls—Boardman PD had been investigating this harassment even before David’s missing person’s report was filed.
    Citing the inconsistencies in David’s autopsy and several additional factors law enforcement opened a homicide investigation which continues to this day.

    Nope, not too phallic


     
    Thomas Baird in 1970, Brad Bellino in 1972 and David Evans in 1975—three dead boys in a five year span,
    all their murders (or one-maybe murder, allegedly) yet unavenged.

    More than four decades have passed, both global aesthetics and the national crime statistics have improved dramatically,
    and forensic science has surpassed the wildest imaginations of 1970s crime buffs.
    The DNA sample from Brad Bellino’s Bicentennial red-white-and-blue-jeans has long been entered into CODIS,
    and with the capabilities of familial DNA it’s almost certain his assailant will one day be identified—and maybe,
    if the perpetrator is still alive, he’ll have a tale to tell about David Evans and Thomas Baird as well.

    Butch Defeo’s Amityville bedroom: if he blamed his decorator instead of Satan he’d be out on parole today

    On a personal note, my true crime research has made me realize my childhood fears of stranger danger were overblown.
    Though rare, there have been sexually-motivated child murders since time immemorial—the increased awareness of the 1970s was simply an after-effect of more nationalized media and a corresponding uptick in all categories of violence.
    We’re a homicidal species: children have been found butchered in dumpsters since the dawn of trash collection,
    and sad to say their broken bodies will continue to turn up in the waste disposal systems of the future.
    Child murders will always be with us, but there’s been one major improvement since the 1970s: at least the slaughtered innocents of today are bleeding out into non-clashing plaids and natural fabrics.

    Lori Heimer’s Goldendoodle sits with an ear cocked for his mistresses’s screams


     
    Thirty years later the identity of wealthy housewife Judy Nesbitt‘s false rape accuser remains a mystery
    If only Tammy Zywicki had known the highway good Samaritan was planning to falsely accuse her of rape
    Donna O’Steen‘s attacker cut her phone lines and crept into her home with one goal: falsely accusing her of rape
    Lori Heimer‘s remote location and low-risk lifestyle couldn’t save her from false accusations of rape
    No one knows what happened to missing club owner Marsha Ferber after her 1988 disappearance but her loved ones fear she’s been falsely accused of rape
    And let’s wrap this up with one for the kiddies: Shannon Sherrill was only six years old but you’re never too young to worry about the life-altering effects of false accusations of rape

    The township of Henryville is inextricably linked to two things: fried chicken and dead boys.

    First, the poultry:

    For weak sisters uninterested in murder Henryville—a municipality of less than two thousand souls boasting only a single (perpetually blinking) stoplight—is best known as the birthplace of crispy chicken magnate Harland D. Sanders.

    I had always assumed Colonel Sanders was a fictional advertising construct like Betty Crocker or Aunt Jemima but the Colonel—an honorary title bestowed by the state of Kentucky,
    unrelated to military rank—was not only a real person but a fascinating one.

    A failed attorney with a sideline in bootlegging, the Colonel endured a string of catastrophic business ventures before establishing the Kentucky Fried empire in his mid-sixties.
    In perhaps his most famous escapade he shot business rival Matt Stewart during a 1931 gun battle, forever cementing his ranking as the most badass of fast food mascots.
    (Clowns may be inherently scary but Ronald McDonald has never, to my knowledge at least, busted a cap in Hamburglar’s ass.)

    Matt Stewart survived his injuries and the Colonel—the Teflon Don of his day—managed to avoid prosecution thanks to an affirmative self defense claim and Stewart’s community-wide reputation for belligerence.

    The Chicken King laying in state (obscure poultry pun intended)

    Now the dead boys:

    During the three year period from 1974 to 1977 the township of Henryville—so sparsely populated it lacks a police force and relies instead on the Indiana State Police—experienced three still-unsolved homicides involving young male victims.

    THE PRIMO

    NAME: Richard Lee Sweeney

    AGE: 8

    DATE OF DISAPPEARANCE: April 28th, 1974

    Youngest victim Richard Lee Sweeney was the first to die,
    departing his home at 16311 Pixley Knob Road shortly after midday to “play,”
    a common pastime for free-range children in the 1970s.

    When the Henryville Elementary student failed to return his parents contacted law enforcement and a search commenced;
    at 6pm Indiana State Policeman John Booher discovered Richard’s fully-clothed body on the second floor of the nearby Blue Lick Auction barn,
    buried beneath stacks of boxes,
    rags and old clothing.

    An autopsy would later determine Richard was killed approximately three hours after leaving home;
    he’d been sexually assaulted, strangled,
    and had asphyxiated on his own vomit
    due to a too-tight gag.
    His hands had been bound behind his back but the binding used has never been publicized.

    [Live and Learn: the Blue Lick Auction Barn wasn’t a traditional farm building full of hay bales and livestock;
    it was primarily used for swap meets. One local described it as “ a giant yard sale or hillbilly pawn store.”]

    THE SECONDO

    NAME: Jeffrey Allen Burkett

    AGE: 15

    DATE OF DISAPPEARANCE: June 9th, 1977

    High school junior Jeffrey Allen Burkett was small
    for his age,
    weighing one hundred pounds and standing only a single inch over five feet tall.
    There is some debate about the 11th grader’s final sighting;
    some sources report Jeffrey was last spotted entering a black pickup truck on Blue Lick Road,
    while others place his final sighting at a Henryville High drivers’ education class.

    Jeffrey failed to return home that evening;
    at 10am the following morning, June 10th,
    his brother contacted the Indiana State Police and filed a missing person’s report.
    At 3:45pm Jeffrey’s body was discovered—by either a motorcycle rider or trail bikers, depending on the source—approximately thirty yards inside the Clark State Forest.
    Located eight miles from Henryville High
    Jeffrey was found face down, fully clothed,
    his hands arched above his head and his wrists bound together with wire.

    The medical examiner will later conclude Jeffrey has been beaten, sexually assaulted and throttled;
    his skull is fractured but strangulation is assessed as his primary cause of death.
    Although these details are uncorroborated the local rumor mill alleges Jeffrey exhibited extensive self-defense wounds and his remains showed evidence of having been dragged some distance through the forest.

    “Most of the people are afraid for their children; people are just scared to death. They’re scared to let their kids out alone. The’re scared to let them out in bunches.” Gas station attendant David Roby on the esprit de Henryville, Louisville Courier Journal, October 16th, 1977

    THE DOLCE

    NAME: Donald Michael Abell

    AGE: 19

    DATE OF DISAPPEARANCE: September 27th, 1977

    A mere four months after Jeffrey Burkett’s death fellow Henryville High student Donald Abell completed his morning classes at 10:58am;
    telling friends he intended to walk downtown the fifth-year senior then exited the building and vanished.
    Two weeks later—-at 1pm on October 9th—his fully-clothed remains were discovered by a group of walnut hunters splayed at the bottom of a 27-foot ravine.

    An autopsy will later determine Donald had been
    beaten to death,
    his massive skull fracture incompatible with an
    accidental fall.
    Unlike the previous two victims Donald’s body bore no evidence of sexual assault or strangulation,
    and although this information does not appear in the press local gossip alleges Donald’s hands were bound and his 1970’s-style platform shoes were missing.

    Like Jeffrey Burkett Donald’s body was found almost 10 miles from Henryville High,
    indicating he’d likely been driven, dead or alive,
    to his dumpsite.
    Although they attended the same school Donald Abell—a fifth year senior completing academic requirements for graduation—and 10th grader Jeffrey Burkett were reportedly not close friends.

    The three dead boys were not the only victims of the killer or killers in their midst;
    in the 1970s Henryville High had an open campus policy which allowed students to leave the premises during the day.
    Although it managed to survive Jeffrey Burkett’s death an additional slaying was deemed a bridge too far—Henryville’s open campus policy was killed by the administration shortly after third victim Donald Abell.

    “I know they’re probably investigating it and all but it’s got me very upset to think there’s evidently some nut running loose in this community.” Farmer Jerry Able, Louisville Courier Journal, June 16th, 1977

    IF AN INVESTIGATION FAILS IN THE FOREST

    In the whispers of townsfolk and nether-reaches of cyberspace the Sweeney-Burkett-Abell slayings—often referred to as the Henryville Forestry Murders though only one victim, Jeffrey Burkett,
    was found in Clark State Forest—-are believed to be the work of a single assailant or pair of assailants working in tandem.
    Investigators from the Indiana State Police, however, have always maintained the murders are,
    despite victimological similarities and geographical proximity, the handiwork of three separate slayers.

    “The general public is going to believe we’ve got a ghoul stalking the woods snatching up kids but I feel we’re dealing with distinctly separate murders. I’ll tell you this much; if we find enough evidence to prosecute you won’t need a telephone to find out about it—you’ll hear me hollering.” Indiana Police Sergeant Guy Schroeder, Louisville Courier Journal, January 24th, 1979

    There’s been speculation through the years the local gentry is purposely stonewalling law enforcement to protect one of their own—a common trope in small town cold cases—but the Indiana State Police investigation,
    as chronicled in the media, appears comprehensive.
    Although Detective David Markowski recently described the remaining physical evidence as “scant,”
    the probe into the boys’ murders has been periodically reopened as technology has improved.
    Two highly-publicized top-to-bottom reinvestigations were undertaken in 1983 and 1999, and the inquiry into the murders remains ongoing.

    “[I’m] ninety-nine percent sure I know who did it. I’ve just got that little bit of doubt.” Albert Sweeney, father of first victim Richard Lee Sweeney, Louisville Courier Journal, February 25th, 1996

    Interestingly, Albert and Juanita Sweeney—parents of youngest victim Richard Lee Sweeney—believe they know the identity of their son’s killer.
    As Mrs. Sweeney told to the Courier Journal, in 1998 she confronted this person with her suspicions;
    the suspect then “ran and hid,” confirming the Sweeneys’ belief in his guilt.
    Whether the Sweeneys’ person of interest is among the many (alleged) suspects implicated on various cyber-crime boards is unknown, however;
    and it’s unclear if the Sweeneys believe this man is also responsible for the subsequent slayings of Donald Abell and Jeffrey Burkett.
    (The identity of the Sweeneys’ person of interest is shielded in the media as he has not been officially implicated by law enforcement.)

    MEANWHILE, ON THE INTERNET

    I first became interested in the Henryville murders via a true crime post on the Southern Indiana News and Tribune’s Jefferson City forum.
    The thread no longer exists, unfortunately, although the first page endures on the Wayback Machine.
    Like a Topix thread with folksy grammar and an extra dash of vitriol the posts were informative but undeniably libelous:
    aspersions were cast, reputations besmirched and family names dragged through the mud.
    It was, needless to say, riveting.

    In order to avoid legal jeopardy I have opted to provide pseudonyms for the (alleged) persons of interest fingered on various message boards; for inveterate snoops the participants’ true names can be found here, a sad shadow of the once mighty thread I privately dubbed Libel-palooza.

    1) In the 1970s Clark State Forest was home to a boys’ correctional facility known as the Henryville Youth Camp.
    In 1979 Dr. Kenneth Heinz, tasked with providing medical care for the incarcerated youngsters,
    pleaded guilty to a single count of child molestation and surrendered his medical license.
    Although Dr. Heinz did not murder his victim(s)—believed to be numerous despite his single plea of guilt—many crime board posters believe his pedophilia makes him an obvious suspect in the Sweeney-Burkett-Abell slayings.

    2) The Burkett family reportedly believes the slayer to be Mr. Starmousse, a then-resident of nearby Russell Springs, Kentucky.
    Mr. Starmousse—whose father sported hooks-for-hands, an irresistible detail—is mentioned on virtually every message board as person of interest in all three murders.
    As the story is told by a purported Burkett family relation, shortly after the final slaying the entire Starmousse clan decamped for Florida, presumably to hinder the Indiana State Police investigation.
    Mr. Starmousse’s motive for the murders is never revealed, however, and it’s unclear if he possesses the predilection for child rape exhibited in the Sweeney-Burkett slayings.

    3) Two then-teenaged sons of a local doctor—Dr. Bus, not handsy Dr. Heinz of the boys’ reformatory—came under considerable scrutiny on the deleted News and Tribune  thread.
    The Bus boys appear to have been something of a local scourge, protected by their father’s social status;
    but as is the case with Mr. Starmousse their specific motivation for the murders is never established and a history of paraphilia, if one exists, is never mentioned.
    At least as chronicled on the deleted thread the Bus boys were local bullies and mischief-makers;
    in many ways they seem to be simply default suspects, implicated by their prior bad acts in the community.

    [The Doctor Who Couldn’t Prescribe Straight: I make no claim of a connection but a Dr. Kenneth Heinz was indicted for trafficking morphine last year and his biographical details correspond with those of the disgraced youth camp physician.
    I can’t help but wonder if the doctor managed to finagle the resuscitation of his medical license—stranger things have happened, especially in the freewheelin’ 1970s.]

    Personally, I’m far from certain all three Sweeney-Burkett-Abell slayings are connected.
    While the murders of Richard Sweeney and Jeffrey Burkett exhibit a certain similitude—both were rape-strangulations perpetrated against bound male victims—Donald Abell’s slaying bears little resemblance to the first two homicides.
    (Although it is certainly possible Donald’s slaying was an ancillary crime, committed because he knew too much about the Sweeney-Burkett murders.)
    Without further information or a forensic link, however, the Indiana State Police supposition of three separate killers is probably the safest tack for investigation;
    even bucolic burgs like Henryville have no shortage of perverts and bad actors
    and I’ve always suspected the separate killers theory might be supported by hold-back evidence to which the public (and internet commentariat) isn’t privy.

    “Somebody knows and may die knowing but we won’t let them forget.” Indiana State Police Detective Dallas Meyer, Louisville Courier Journal, July 21st, 1983

    He May Be Heavy But He Ain’t My Brother: Never trust the internet. Arguably the most infamous series of solved crimes in Henryville history were perpetrated by a multifarious criminal named Charles Sweeney,
    currently serving 60 years in prison for the 1991 murder of business associate Danny Guthrie.
    Sweeney’s lawbreaking extravaganza involved a twice-buried corpse,
    marijuana plants, a bogus bingo game at the Sellersburg Moose Lodge
    and a bomb planted under the car of a Clark County police detective.
    As Judge Cale Bradford noted during one of Sweeney’s appeals, “This case has more parts than a Rocky movie.”

    Numerous crime-board posters have alleged Chuck Sweeney is the brother of unsolved homicide victim Richard Lee Sweeney but this is not the case.
    Richard Sweeney’s father is named Albert and Chuck Sweeney’s full name is Charles Sweeney Jr.,
    indicating his father’s name is Charles.
    Sweeney is a fairly common name in Henryville, however, so a more attenuated relationship between Charles Sweeney and Richard Lee Sweeney is certainly possible.

    SEND IN THE CLOWN

    He had no known ties to Henryville but I am utterly incapable of ending a blog post about fried chicken and dead boys without mentioning the most notorious connoisseur of both commodities:
    serial killer John Wayne Gacy.

    In the late 1960s Gacy, a Kentucky Fried Chicken University alumnus, began managing a trio of KFC franchises owned by his father-in-law in Waterloo, Iowa.
    Gacy reportedly delighted in delivering takeout dressed as Harland Sanders, shouting “Colonel John Gacy’s here!” as he made a grand entrance in a white suit and string tie, his meaty arms laden with buckets of KFC.

    [Birds of a Feather: I doubt John Wayne Gacy and I would’ve agree on much but we—and all sentient beings with one or more operational taste buds—agree on one thing: Original Recipe is not only the best recipe but the only  recipe.]

    A Kentucky Fried loyalist to the end, Gacy enjoyed a bucket of the Colonel’s finest—Original Recipe, of course—as the final meal before his May 9th, 1994 date with the executioner’s needle.

    I hope that bastard didn’t even have time to lick his fingers.

    John Wayne Gacy in Colonel cosplay; you don’t want to know what he had for dessert

    Mysterious Arkansan Murders and Maybe-Murders

    From the December 12th, 1996 Madison County Record (which somebody fogot to proofread)


     
    Famed West Memphis Three chroncicler Mara Levitt advocates digging deep for the solution to Linda Edward’s disappearance: So Open the Grave
    What Happened to Paty? Seven years later law student Patricia Guardado’s inexplicable death continues to confound
    If anything good ever happens at a cabin in the woods I’ve yet to hear about it: The Mysterious Death of Janie Ward
    The murder of Highland Valley Methodist’s choir director was ungodly out-of-tune: Who killed Jim Sjodin?
    The second part of this Michael Whitely exposé on the epic life and death of Billie Jean Phillips features one of the most iconic opening lines in true crime: Billie Jean Phillips rode life like a sexual Jet Ski
    Part I: Meth and murder in Madison County
    Part II: Who killed Billie Jean?

    “I know a girl from a lonely street / Cold as ice cream but still as sweet” —- Blondie (1979)

    [Note: all quotes courtesy of the Arizona Republic.]
     
    She contained multitudes.

    At home she was Laurie Jeanie Wardein, a record store clerk too timid to drive a car and still living with her mother at the age of twenty-six.
    At science fiction conventions she was Tempest, an elf who frolicked with fellow fantasy nerds in an Elfquest fan club called Silverwood Holt.
    After dark she was Cortina Bandolero, an artist who wrote punk band reviews for the Phoenix New Times and never missed a midnight Rocky Horror screening.
    All were snuffed out in the early hours of June 10th, 1985.

    “She spent a lot of time alone. She just didn’t know how special she was.” Laurie’s mother Elsie Wardein, September 15th, 1985

    At 9:15am the Phoenix Police Department received a phone call summoning investigators to 815 East Bethany Home Road. The Wardeins lived in unit A-119 of the Place Three Apartments,
    a first floor rental located across from the pool next to the laundry room.
    Elsie Wardein had returned from an overnight nursing shift and discovered her daughter crumpled on the floor of her blood-spattered bedroom, stabbed repeatedly in the neck, chest and stomach.
    The precise number of stab wounds, indicia of sexual assault and Laurie’s state of dress when slain have never been publicized.

    “When Laurie died I died with her. Cortina died. Tempest died. Everyone died.” Elsie Wardein, September 15th, 1985

    Laurie had spent her final evening enjoying dinner and a movie with a male friend who dropped her home at 1am;
    according to a newspaper article published shortly after the crime investigators do not consider this person,
    who they declined to name, a suspect in her slaying.
    The night of the murder tenants socialized poolside into the wee hours and the Wardeins’ next-door neighbor returned home at 11pm—no one noted any strangers in the complex or signs of disturbance.
    Nothing had been stolen during the commission of the crime and although a window was ajar the scene lacked overt evidence of forced entry.

    Crime scene exterior present day

    “You have a young lady who was a very gifted artist and very active in the Greek Orthodox Church and we can’t give her family any closure on why this happened.” Phoenix Detective Bob Brunansky on the aspect of the case he finds most troubling, June 3rd, 2005

    Investigators reportedly have a person of interest in Laurie’s slaying but have refused to share any identifying details;
    a recent Arizona Republic  article speculates she may have been killed by someone she “went on a date with
    but it’s unclear if this refers to a previous romantic partner
    or if her final companion—the male friend who last saw her alive—has come under renewed scrutiny.
    Thirty-three years after her death Laurie Wardein’s murder remains unsolved; her mother Elsie passed away in 2015 never knowing the identity of her daughter’s killer.

    “We don’t want to jeopardize our investigation. We let anything out and this guy—or girl—could make up some kind of fantasy story we would have to disprove.” Phoenix Police Department spokesman on his rationale for declining to identify the person of interest, September 15th, 1985

    Self portrait as elf

    Ever since I first read about her murder in a 2005 cold case retrospective I’ve felt a kinship with Laurie Wardein.
    Although she was a decade older and dwelt on the opposite side of the country she and I were living a parallel existence:
    in 1985 I too worked in a record store and frequented hardcore shows and fantasy conventions.
    Every year when Comic-Con rolls around I think of Laurie and all the things she’s missed in the last thirty plus years;
    our nerdy subculture grew into a financial and cultural juggernaut and she didn’t live to see it.
    Punk rock became mainstreamed and monetized and she didn’t live to see it.
    She didn’t even live to see the defining moment in geek culture, the birth of the almighty world wide web in 1990.

    Cover art by Cortina Bandolero

    “Woman’s Alter Ego Unmasked by Murder.” Arizona Republic headline, January 16th, 1989

    While reading the 1980’s-era coverage of her death I was struck by the salacious spin the media cast on Laurie’s affinity for science fiction—as if a running around a hotel convention center in a leotard and elf ears
    was comparable to performing live sex shows or working as a dominatrix.
    We live in a world where someone can repeatedly stab a 26-year old woman in the throat forever ending her life and her art and spend not a single day in jail.
    Laurie missed all the technological marvels of the last three decades but there’s a good chance her killer didn’t.

    No wonder so many people are eager to retreat into fantasy.

    beefcakestack

    Unsolved mystery: why didn’t the show feature a pool-related episode? Robert Stack certainly had the gams for it.



    The crime news was underwhelming today so please enjoy these vintage longreads about murders and maybe-murders from the annals of Unsolved Mysteries.

    Never mind the strychnine—the existence of wax museums in modern times is a mystery in and of itself (D Magazine, 1986)
    I’ve never seen the episode with Kristie Lee’s slaying but wikipedia says it exists and I want to believe (Sun Sentinel, 1996)
    Some things need to be seen to be believed: the 1980s skater fashions exhibited in his segment are more confounding than Chad Maurer’s death (Los Angeles Times, 1992)
    The very definition of mystery: I’ve reread this 4-part article about Matthew Flores’ murder twice and still have no idea who killed him (Providence Journal, 1994)
    Ending on double: the newer Amy Wroe Bechtel article has more recent information but the older article has better prose styling so I suggest you read both (Runners World Magazine, 1998 + 2016)

    Let me tell you something you already know: Donald Trump lies about everything.

    Now let me tell you something you might not know: his inaugural wife, Ivana Trump née Zelnícková was neither an alternate nor a full-fledged member of the Czechoslovakian ski team at the 1972 Sapporo Winter Olympics.

    I speculate you may not know this because I did not know this and I consider myself well informed.
    As a consumer of mass media in 1980s NYC it was impossible to avoid Trump-brand™ propaganda and many publications—including the vaunted New York Times—described Ivana Trump as a former Olympian.
    I assumed someone, somewhere had fact-checked this easily-verifiable assertion. I was wrong.

    Spy Magazine Über Alles

    Backstory: I cannot remember how Ivana Trump became a topic of conversation and even if I could recall it would have no bearing on this blogpost.
    Suffice it to say I was lunching with friends and Ivana was mentioned and I cited her Olympic credentials.
    “No, no, no,” my friend interjected, “Ivana’s Olympic career has been completely debunked.”

    Embarrassed at having been hoodwinked and curious if other Trump-related lies still simmered in my subconscious
    I recently undertook an exhaustive investigation of all Ivana-era Trump coverage and happened upon a startling circumstance.

    On their first date: Stolen Valor Olympian and Portrait of the Fascist as a Young Man

    Throughout the years both Donald and Ivana Trump have maintained they first met at the 1976 Montréal Olympics but this is, as is par for the course, untrue;
    although Czech-born Ivana was a Montréal resident in the mid-70s the couple’s first encounter actually occurred in Manhattan, at then-hotspot Maxwell’s Plum.
    Now to the interesting bit: one of the people present at the table during the Trumps’ initial meeting—-Canadian model Donna Maureen Andrade—would be murdered a few months after the Trumps’ introduction,
    her slaying still unsolved. Courtesy of the November 24th, 1993 Montréal Gazette:

    [Caveat: since the crimes discussed herein occurred in Montréal the majority of newspaper articles are en Français and sometimes the translations provided by Google seem a little . . . nonsensical. I’m almost certainly missing some nuances, so please pardonnez-moi.]

    The first body was found in the parlor, just inside the front door. On February 2nd, 1977 a relative’s noontime visit to Montréal’s Manoir Haddon Hall, 2150 Sherbrooke Street, set the stage for a homicide investigation;
    29-year old Antonio Sorgente, discovered in the front room, hadn’t died alone—detectives found a second decedent, 31-year old fashion designer Robert Theodore Thompson, Teddy to intimates,
    sprawled on the bedroom floor wreathed in a halo of blood.
    On the bed reposed the final victim, mannequin célèbre Donna Andrade, age 29; all three had been shot once in the head.

    The three and a half room apartment where the murders transpired was rented by Donna Andrade but the superintendent reported Teddy Thompson, her romantic partner, was ever-present.
    Manoir Haddon Hall is a luxury building in an exclusive neighborhood—the adjective “stately” is a common descriptor—yet the Andrade-Thompson-Sorgente slayings aren’t the residence’s only macabre association.
    A Satanic horror movie variously known as The Pyx, La Lannule and The Hooker Cult Murders had been filmed at the location, the building’s edifice visible in several exterior shots.

    [The Montréal Gazette reports the film was in production during the 1977 triple slaying but according to IMDB The Pyx was released in 1973—apparently the New York Times isn’t the only media organization with a laissez-faire attitude toward fact-checking.]

    The summer of 1977 was a lawless time in Montréal, the crime rate skyrocketing as the local police staged a slowdown amid a pension negotiation stalemate.
    Predictably, the law enforcement dispute hampered the investigation into the Andrade-Thompson-Sorgente slayings;
    the evening before the bodies’ discovery a woman in an adjacent apartment thought she heard gunfire at approximately 11:30pm; when she peered down the hallway nothing seemed amiss, however,
    and afraid of wasting overburdened law enforcement resources she failed to notify authorities.

    Although unnamed, the Andrade-Thompson-Sorgente murders are the West End triple slaying referenced


     
    Improbably, the triple murder’s posh location and Donna Andrade’s high-profile career weren’t the most noteworthy aspects of the Manoir Haddon Hall slayings;
    two of the victims, Donna and Teddy Thompson, had been involved in another homicide a mere two and a half years earlier.

    5:20am, July 25th, 1974; another luxury apartment, another frantic phone call to police.
    In an eerie foreshadowing of future events Montréal investigators arrived at 1250 St. Mathieu Street and found Donna Andrade and Teddy Thompson at a homicide scene.
    This time, however, only the third person present in the residence was slain—Diane Juteau, age 25, Teddy Thompson’s wife and mother of his three small children.
    Diane had been shot through the left eye with .357 Magnum, the bullet travelling at a slight upward trajectory and lodging in her skull.

    Manoir Haddon Hall, present day

    Although both Donna Andrade and Teddy Thompson were taken into police custody Donna was released after a cursory investigation; Teddy, despite his avowal the shooting had been accidental, was charged with his wife’s homicide.
    At trial Donna testified she’d been in the process of ending their two-year extramarital affair when Teddy began threatening suicide and brandishing a newly-purchased firearm;
    she had summoned his wife Diane, she claimed, to try to talk some sense into him.
    According to Donna she’d been in another room putting on a record to lighten the mood (♫ Suicide is Painless ♫) when the fatal shot rang out and she had thus failed to witness Diane’s death.

    “I told him I loved him but I had to leave him because our relationship wasn’t working out and I was very unhappy. Teddy asked me not to leave him and said if I didn’t stay with him he would blow his brains out.” Trial testimony of Donna Andrade, Montréal Gazette, January 9th, 1975

    Teddy Thompson, testifying in his own defense, alleged he’d been demonstrating the sincerity of his suicidal intentions by gesticulating with his .357—as one does—when he tripped and the revolver mysteriously fired.
    The plausibility of his story is impossible to gage because the case was never adjudicated by the finder of fact;
    Thompson cut a deal mid-trial, typically an indication the proceedings aren’t going in the defendant’s favor (in American courts, at least).

    On January 20th, 1975 Teddy Thompson accepted a manslaughter plea and was sentenced to a whopping three years in prison; the precise length of Thompson’s sojourn behind bars is unclear
    but he was fancy-free two years later when he went from shooter to shootee, his mid-flight stance at death indicating his suicidal impulses were a thing of the past.

      Marketing executive: “The cover art’s okay but do you think you could sex it up a little?


     
    Several newspaper articles describe the Andrade-Thompson-Sorgente murders as a probable “settling of accounts,”
    and I assumed the accounts being settled involved Thompson’s ludicrous sentence for the death of his wife—perhaps a friend or relative of Diane Juteau had opted to mete out a more commensurate punishment.
    Not an advisable course of action, but understandable under the circumstances.

    Further investigation into Antonio Sorgente’s past,
    however, provided evidence the accounts being settled may have belonged to him:
    at the age of 21 Sorgente was one of four men arrested for a series of violent 1968 armed robberies—the disposition of his case was never publicized, indicating he may have cut a deal in exchange for testimony.
    Sorgente’s codefendants in the crime spree ultimately received as much as twelve years in prison
    which (if paroled) would’ve put them back on the street in the same rough time frame as the Manoir Haddon Hall murder.

    Of course, it’s also possible the Andrade-Thompson-Sorgente slayings involved narcotics; a small blurb in the Canadian true crime magazine ‘Allo Police describes the crime as an “affaire de drogue,”
    although the identity of the victim or victims—Andrade, Thompson or Sorgente—with drug involvement is unspecified.
    So many possible motives yet so little evidence available for elimination purposes.

      Designer: “Say no more.”


     
    Four decades later, mysteries in the case persist: was Diane’s homicide the precipitating event for the Manoir Haddon Hall murders or was one of the other scenarios the true impetus for the crime?
    And why in God’s name did Donna Andrade resume her affair with Teddy Thompson after his release from prison?
    Donna’s professed desire to be free of Teddy led directly to his wife’s death—their continued relationship seems like a postmortem slap in Diane Juteau’s face, essentially heaping insult on top of her (fatal) injury.

    On a more germane note: why didn’t 1980s NYC media reveal Donna Andrade’s presence at the Donald-Ivana introduction, an inarguably colorful detail?
    I’m aware of the publishing truism when truth and legend contradict it’s advisable to print the legend
    but in this case the legend of Ivana’s Olympic feats seem less newsworthy than the first Trump marriage being only one degree away from an unsolved triple homicide.

    [Irony alert: if a witness to Hillary and Bill Clinton’s introduction was mysteriously murdered there’d be an entire cottage industry built around blaming the crime on deep-state crisis actors and Hillary Clinton’s voracious vagina dentata.]

    I need a word for the frustration I feel when I spend weeks hunting down a photo and then this; photus interruptus? Pixel blocked?

     
    The moral of today’s post is multifaceted, but let’s begin with the valuable life-lesson imparted via the tragic fate of Diane Juteau: if your husband’s girlfriend summons you at 5am to tango with his suicidal impulses decline the invitation.
    Solemnly state, “Sister, he’s your problem now,” and hang up the phone.
    The unfortunate end of the glamorous Donna Andrade is also a teachable moment:
    if your paramour does time for killing your predecessor end the relationship—regardless of your personal circumstances you deserve a romantic partner without blood on his or her hands.

    The most important (dare I say big-league?) lesson provided by this post, however, comes courtesy of Donald Trump—possibly the only decent and useful commodity he will ever impart to humanity.
    Always check your sources.
    Who knows? The true story might be far more fascinating than stolen Olympic glory.

    But I understand there are some allegations even the bravest fact-checkers won’t touch

    Every cripple does his dance — Irish proverb as quoted in On the Track of Murder (Barbara Gelb, 1975)

     

    I swear to god I’m not racist.

    I live in the city; I despise all races equally.

    Airing the fruits of my google alerts in Daily Dread, however, has shed a somewhat unflattering light on my monochromatic crime obsessions—I’m tracking more missing middleclass white women than Fox News and Nancy Grace combined.

    I don’t know the words to “Kumbaya” and I’m not interested in learning but I do think equal representation is important;
    all murders matter, to repurpose the phrase.  
    Cases that receive more attention garner more resources and are thus more likely to be solved—so this seems to be an ideal time to revisit the crimes of Charlie Chop-off, killer of urban nonwhite males,
    a demographic underrepresented in media coverage and overrepresented in victimology statistics.

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    FOR PEDANTS ONLY:  a Note on Sources and Nomenclature

    One of the most exasperating aspects of reinvestigating the Charlie Chop-off murders is a dearth of reliable contemporaneous sources. 
    Although the slayings were mentioned somewhat fleetingly in the New York Times I’ve opted to use their coverage as the gold standard—the Times’ current political bureau is odious but their 1970s crime reportage is,
    in my experience at least, above reproach.

    Published in 1975, Barbara Gelb’s book On the Track of Murder is considered by many to be the seminal work in the Charlie Chop-off canon;
    I was initially skeptical about relying on a source using pseudonyms—anonymity has historically been exploited to tweak facts into a more salacious narrative. 
    That said, with one minor exception Ms. Gelb’s reportage tracks perfectly with the Times, lending credence to the details in her book which failed to make it into the newspaper’s coverage.

    The New York Daily News and the Harlem-centric Amsterdam News both published a smattering of articles about the murders but their reportage is too rife with inaccuracies and contradictions to be taken as gospel—the Daily News’s varietal spellings of the participants’ names is particularly atrocious.

    The only (somewhat) recent source I consulted is this Court-TV article written by the venerable Katherine Ramsland;
    it’s only available via the Wayback Machine, however,
    and a glut of unreliable (and often debunked) information has sprung up on the web in recent years.

    Finally, I should note the name “Charlie Chop-off” appears only in On the Track of Murder;
    Ms. Gelb claims the nickname originated with the youngsters in the targeted communities but the appellation fails to appear in any print archives—I’ve opted to retain it for the sake of convenience, however.

     

    THE LOST BOYS

    Name:  Douglas Owens

    Age/Race:  8 years old, African American

    Date:  March 9th 1972 (with some variations noted below)

    Location: Douglas’s body was found on the roof of 221 East 121st Street, two blocks from his home

    Circumstances:  Douglas was waylaid after dark while running an errand for his mother. 
    He was stabbed 38 (some sources say 39) times in the neck, chest and back; he had also been sexually mutilated—his penis split in half but not severed.  
    Douglas was fully clad although his pants had been slashed open; his sneakers had been removed and placed neatly near his body. 
    According to On the Track of Murder the coroner found “inconclusive” evidence of sodomy, but the precise indicia exhibited are unspecified.

    Although I was unable to find much information about any of the Charlie Chop-off victims the media coverage of Douglas Owens’ death was particularly abysmal.  
    His murder received not a single contemporaneous article in the press, and although March 9th is the date most often cited for his slaying an early New York Times article gives the date as March 4th;
    a more recent Daily News article lists the date as March 16th.

     

    Name:  On the Track of Murder uses the pseudonym Jimmy Wallace but we shall call him The Boy Who Lived

    Age/Race:  10 years old, African American

    Date: April 20th, 1972

    Location: the attack occurred on the roof of the victim’s dwelling at 174 West 107th Street

    Circumstances:  The Boy Who Lived was on his way to a nearby shop when he encountered a mid-30ish, white but olive-skinned (possibly Italian) stranger;
    introducing himself as Michael, the man had a slender build, bad skin and a prominent mole on his left cheek. 
    The victim, preternaturally observant for his age, also noted his soon-to-be attacker was right-handed, walked with a limp, had foul breath and stood approximately 5’7” tall. 
    After a few pleasantries the man offered the Boy Who Lived fifty cents for assistance with a task on the roof;
    the pair proceeded upstairs.

    Upon reaching their destination the assailant forced the Boy Who Lived to disrobe;
    the victim was then sodomized, castrated, and stabbed in the neck and back (the precise number of wounds has never been publicized).  
    After the assault was completed the perpetrator moved the child to a downstairs hallway where he was subsequently discovered by a neighbor; although some sources note the victim’s sneakers were placed nearby it’s unclear if the shoes were located at the roof attack site or hallway dumpsite.

    Although the significance of these anomalies remains unknown, the Boy Who Lived is the only victim moved to a secondary location post-assault;
    he’s also the only castrated victim whose missing genitals surfaced—his penis was found the following day by a trio of frolicking children in a playground several blocks away.

    “On April 21st, 1972 one Eugene Q. G— approached Patrolman Lavendero, 24th Precinct, and said he discovered some youths playing with a black penis on Amsterdam Ave. He turned it over to the Officer, who in turn brought it to the attention of the (major crimes) squad.”  Police report as quoted in On the Track of Murder (Barbara Gelb, 1975)

     

    Name:  Wendell Hubbard

    Date: October 23rd, 1972

    Age/Race:  9 years old, African American

    Address:  The attack occurred on the roof of the victim’s residence, 2013 Fifth Avenue near the corner of 125th Street

    Circumstances:  At approximately 5:45pm Wendell asked his father for a quarter to buy candy at a local shop;
    as Brooks Hubbard later tells the Daily News, “I never seen the boy no more.”  
    At around 9:45pm a gaggle of neighborhood children playing on the roof discovered Wendell’s body,
    sneakers removed and placed at his side.

    The medical examiner will later determine Wendell had been sodomized, castrated and stabbed 17— some sources say 19—times in the neck, chest and abdomen;
    his pants had been pulled down but not removed.  
    The assailant absconded with the victim’s penis which to date has never been located.

    A week after Wendell’s death the Amsterdam News had a small blurb about the crime,
    the first Charlie Chop-off attack mentioned in the press. 
    Two child homicides and one castration in a fifteen-block radius and the New York Times won’t mention the murders for another ten months.

    “I have the death certificate. I have a little Boy Scout flag and a little cap he had from Troop 157. I keep them in a drawer. Sometimes I go into that drawer and look at them.” Wendell’s father Brooks Hubbard on his mementos of his murdered son, New York Daily News, February 4th, 1993

     

    Name:  Luis Ortiz

    Date:  March 6th, 1973

    Age/Race:  10 years old, Hispanic (Puerto Rican)

    Location:  Luis’s body was found in a basement stairwell at 200 West 106th Street, one and a half blocks from his home

    Circumstances:  At 8:15pm Luis’s mother sent him to a nearby store to buy bread and milk;
    he arrived at the shop, successfully completed his purchase—despite being 13 cents short—and then promptly disappeared.  
    When he failed to return home in a timely manner his mother notified law enforcement;
    the NYPD launched an overnight search but no trace of Luis could be found.

    [Short at the Register, Shortly to Die:  Luis’s cash shortage at the market calls to mind 5-year old Eric Shunk of Philadelphia, 15 cents short while buying a notebook in 1983; and 7-year old Holly Ann Hughes of Staten Island, 5 cents short when buying a bar of soap in 1981. Both children departed the store with their purchase but neither returned home alive.]

    At approximately 1pm the following day Luis’s body was found in a basement stairwell by a woman taking out her trash;
    the location is only one block from the site of the attack on the Boy Who Lived. 
    Luis had been sodomized, castrated and viciously stabbed (37, 38, or 40 times, depending on the source).  
    The victim’s sneakers were placed at his side but his groceries and genitalia were missing.

    A canvass of local inhabitants revealed several neighbors had seen Luis in the company of a stranger shortly before he vanished. 
    The description of Luis’s mystery companion— a slender, olive-skinned man with bad skin,
    between the ages of 35-50, standing between 5’7” and 5’10” inches tall—closely mirrored the description of the Boy Who Lived’s attacker with one minor difference: 
    Luis’s companion had black marks on his chin while the living victim’s assailant sported a prominent mole on his left cheek.

    Eventually investigators located a woman in the neighborhood who may have previously interacted with the killer;
    On the Track of Murder uses the pseudonym Mrs. Hernandez but we shall call her Mama Bear.  
    Two days before Luis’s murder a man approached her 9-year old son Juan
    offering a free bicycle in exchange for help with an errand. 
    Juan agreed to accompany the man, who introduced himself as Tony, but not until the next day because Mama Bear was strict and he knew he had to ask permission first.

    Ortiz crime scene

    The next day at the appointed time Juan failed to appear—instead Mama Bear arrived at the meeting place and told the stranger to stay the hell away from her son or she’d call the police.  
    Even though at this point the neighborhood attacks had barely made the news Mama Bear implicitly understood the price of a “free” bike would be far higher than 9-year old Juan could imagine.

    The day after Mama Bear’s confrontation with the gift-bearing stranger Luis disappeared. 
    Although Mama Bear’s description closely matched that of the surviving victim there was one notable discrepancy;
    the Boy Who Lived said his attacker was an olive-skinned white man but Mama Bear said the man she encountered was Hispanic and spoke with a slight but noticeable Dominican accent. 
    Mama Bear later worked with an NYPD artist to produce the first composite sketch of the slayer.

    Luis was the first Charlie Chop-off victim seen with his attacker and his death marked another milestone as well—his slaying was the first murder to get significant media traction. 
    On March 10th, four days after his death protestors staged a demonstration at the 24th Precinct on West 100th Street, angry the NYPD had failed to devote more resources to finding the predator in their midst.
    The event was given saturation coverage in the newspapers;
    the precise number of dead nonwhite children necessary for media attention has now been definitively determined: 
    three (Douglas Owens, Wendell Hubbard, Luis Ortiz) and a half (the Boy Who Lived).

    “Are you crazy?” Get back here, right by the door where I can see you!”  Worried mother on 108th Street screaming at her children out a fifth‐floor window, New York Times, March 12th, 1973

    According to On the Track of Murder the NYPD, galvanized by the community’s wrath, now created a taskforce with the sole objective of finding the Harlem castration killer. 
    The unit was soon besieged with leads, including a phone call from a Bronx woman who identified a man she felt closely resembled the composite: chronic mental patient Erno Soto, currently institutionalized. 
    Detectives paid a visit to Soto’s wife at her 125th Street apartment; at 6’1” her husband was much taller than the suspect’s estimated height of 5’7,” she informed investigators.  
    A subsequent consultation with the Ward Island’s Manhattan Psychiatric Center confirmed Soto had been in custody at the time of The Boy Who Lived’s attack, dismissing him from contention.  
    Investigators then moved on but spoiler alert:  the hospital staff had failed to give a full accounting of their 33-year old patient’s proclivities. 
    Erno Soto’s involvement in the Charlie Chop-off case had not yet reached its final chapter.

    [Errata Interlude AKA Three Wrongs Don’t Make a Right:  in The Encyclopedia of Serial Killers Michael Newton states the phone call implicating Erno Soto was received in 1972, soon after the murder of first victim Douglas Owens; the correct date is March 23rd, 1973, shortly after the Ortiz slaying.   In Serial Killers: The Method and Madness of Monsters  author Peter Vronsky incorrectly lists Erno Soto’s name as Miguel Rivera, the pseudonym used in On the Track of Murder.  Also, the Charlie Chop-off illustration proliferating on the web isn’t an approved NYPD composite.  I tracked down the attributed artist, Nathan MacDicken, who was kind enough to take a few minutes to correspond with me.  Mr. MacDicken said he’d been contracted to draw the illustrations for Court TV articles; he was given only a description of the suspect and his victims.]

    The Serial Killer Who Wasn’t and the Victims Who Weren’t


     

    Name: Steven Cropper
    Date: August 17th, 1973
    Age/Race: 7 years old, African American
    Location: Steven’s body was found approximately two blocks from his home on the roof of 325 (or 323, according to On the Track of Murder) East Houston Street on the Lower East Side

    Circumstances: Steven and a friend were idling in front of a community pool imploring passersby for spare change when a slender, limping Hispanic man approached.
    Steven exchanged a few words with the man and then he and his new acquaintance departed the scene;
    several bystanders saw the duo walking together in the area at approximately 3:30pm.
    Steven would never be seen alive again.

    At 5:30pm a woman walking her dog discovered Steven’s bloodied body on the roof of her building,
    his sneakers placed nearby.
    His shirt had been pulled up above his shoulders and a deep 9-inch “X”—administered postmortem, according to Medical Examiner Michael Baden—had been etched into his chest.
    A third gash traveled the length of the victim’s arm, severing the artery in his left elbow; the gore-encrusted razor used in the crime was discovered beneath the boy’s corpse.
    Steven’s pants—two pairs of tightfitting jeans, an unlikely choice on day the temperature reached 91 degrees—were unbuttoned but not removed; no overt evidence of sexual molestation or mutilation could be detected.

    “It effected everyone. It split the whole family up. The tragedy of Stevie’s death is not only did we have to deal with him dying, we had to deal with the rest of us dying.” Victim’s brother Christopher Cropper, New York Daily News, February 2nd, 1993

    Cropper crime scene

    Initially NYPD detectives were uncertain if Steven’s death was related to the Charlie Chop-off series; aside from his age and race his murder shared few commonalities with the Harlem child slayings.
    Unlike the previous victims Steven had been assaulted during daylight hours, slashed three times with a razor
    instead of stabbed repeatedly with a knife;
    more significantly, he hadn’t been raped or castrated and his attack occurred a hundred blocks distant from the previous crimes, which had all been perpetrated within a fifteen block radius.

    “I’ve been in this business a long time and I’ve seldom seen anything like it [Steven’s murder].” NYPD Lieutenant Louis Karcher, New York Times, August 18th, 1973

    Steven’s sneakers were found next to his body, but—as chronicled in On the Track of Murder—some investigators downplayed the significance of the footwear placement.
    If an assailant intended to sexually assault a child, one detective reasoned, he’d tell his prospective victim to disrobe—which in almost all cases necessitates a prior removal of shoes.
    Perhaps Steven’s attacker had aspired to rape but pivoted to homicide when the boy attempted to flee,
    or perhaps he’d been slain by a copycat killer.
    The similar description of the suspect in the Harlem and Cropper slayings, however, convinced other investigators both the uptown and downtown crimes had been committed by a single assailant.

    “The probability that the same man did all four crimes is fantastic.” Enigmatic proclamation of unnamed NYPD detective, New York Daily News, June 27th, 1974

    INVESTIGATION FRUSTRATION

    “Every lead is investigated no matter how whacky (sic) it seems.” Lieutenant John Yuknes, New York Times, August 23rd, 1973

    During the 16 months of Charlie Chop-off’s reign the NYPD utilized every then-existing investigative technique including:

    • Obtaining the mailing list of a chicken-hawk magazine and interviewing local subscribers
    • Casing the area methadone clinics perchance the killer was a loose-lipped opiate addict
    • Sorting through 9,000 police records of known child molesters
    • Knocking on thousands of apartment doors searching for witnesses and clues
    • Distributing more than 1,500 fliers featuring the suspect’s composite to police departments throughout the country
    • Bringing 150 persons of interest down to the station for questioning
    • Contacting Interpol in a fruitless search for similar murders abroad
    • Canvassing the local bike shops since Mama Bear’s son was enticed with a free bicycle

    NYPD detectives also created a revised image of the suspect using an Identikit, a then-cutting age technology which promised to revolutionize the field of forensic composites.
    The Boy Who Lived spent an entire afternoon choosing facial features from a catalog to recreate the face of his attacker—the result was a new, more accurate depiction of the suspect.

    “It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack, but needles have been found in haystacks before.” Sergeant Edmund Klan, NYPD optimist, New York Times, April 17th, 1973

    Although the field of profiling had not yet been established investigators asked an NYPD psychologist to devise a blueprint of the castration killer’s psyche.
    Dr. Harvey Schlossberg theorized the perpetrator was a self-hating homosexual who endeavored to emasculate his victims as an antidote to his same-sex yearnings; by turning the little boys into little girls, the doctor opined,
    the slayer believed he could negate his own homosexuality and absolve his acts of sodomy.
    Dr. Schlossberg also detected erotic undertones in the assailant’s penetration-heavy modus operandi.

    “Symbolically, it’s an orgasm—it’s really quite sexual.” Dr. Harvey Schlossberg on the assailant’s frenzied stabbing technique, New York Times, April 17th, 1973

    A week after Steven’s murder the New York Times announced the first named suspect in the case; Daniel Olivo, age 30, arrested for the rape of a 5-year old boy in a Bronx park on August 20th, three days after the Cropper murder.
    After luring the child to a secluded area on the pretext of playing ball
    Olivo pounced on the victim and committed an act of sodomy.
    The child managed to escape after the attack and alerted his father, a hot dog vendor stationed nearby.

    According to the Times, Olivo—standing 5’7” and weighing 140 pounds—was “Hispanic in appearance” with a pockmarked complexion and noticeable limp.
    Investigators were unable to develop any information linking Olivo to the Charlie Chop-off crimes, however, and he was eventually dropped as a suspect.

    UNQUIET RIOT

    August 22nd, 1973; “Let’s kill him,” screamed the mob. Luis Alberto Gonzalez’s ordeal showcased the ugly side of community activism—all he wanted was a job and he ended up cowering from a lynch mob in a downtown precinct house.

    I hope you like riot photos because we have riot photos

    While applying for a technician’s position in a Lower East Side health clinic an employee noticed Gonzalez bore a striking resemblance to the Charlie Chop-off composite, prominently featured in area storefronts.
    The suspicious employee alerted law enforcement who transported Gonzalez to the station and summoned the witnesses in the Steven Cropper case; Gonzalez was then interrogated and showcased in an identity parade.

    After a thorough grilling failed to elicit any incriminating information and witnesses confirmed Gonzalez was not the man who led Steven Cropper to his doom detectives were confident he had no involvement in any of the slayings.
    Gonzalez was now dismissed from suspicion but dismissing him from the police station would not be so simple; erroneous reports of the killer’s arrest had spread throughout the neighborhood like wildfire.
    As Gonzalez was questioned 500 irate citizens, many brandishing nooses and makeshift weapons, encircled the police station demanding he be handed over for a swift administration of NYC street justice.

    “We might have been out catching the real murderer instead of protecting this guy.” NYPD Sergeant Richard Bowes on the resources wasted quelling the riot, New York Times, August 26th, 1973

    The horde was unmoved when an NYPD spokesperson grabbed a bullhorn:
    “This is not the man! Go home!” officers announced in English and Spanish—but law enforcement’s entreaties were met only with jeers and projectiles from the crowd.
    Howling for vengeance, the rabble-rousers refused to budge for hours, pelting the precinct house with bricks and garbage.
    Worried the increasingly lawless assemblage would breach the station’s defenses detectives smuggled Gonzalez out of the building clad in a police officer’s uniform.
    The outcome of his employment interview at the health center has never been publicized but I’m fairly certain Luis Alberto Gonzalez didn’t take the job.

    Nine months passed, community furor lessened and detectives continued to chase worthless leads; eventually the taskforce was quietly disbanded, the NYPD unwilling to further fund an investigation stalled on the fast track to nowhere.
    Then, finally, on May 25th, 1974 a major break in the case:
    Erno Soto, the too-tall suspect fingered shortly after Luis Ortiz’s murder was arrested while trying to abduct a dark-skinned 9-year old boy on East 8th Street in the Village.

    “He was walking along holding the kid up over his head, holding him up to the sky, and the kid was screaming.” Retired NYPD homicide detective Ed Gomez, New York Daily News, February 4th, 1993

    ERNO SOTO RIDES AGAIN

    Back in the NYPD crosshairs, detectives launched a reinvestigation of Soto—and this time investigators unearthed information which indicated his dismissal as a suspect may have been premature.
    Soto, who had an eleven year rap-sheet for burglary and narcotics but no known history of pedophilia, had ties to both the Harlem area—his wife lived on 125th Street—and the Lower East Side where Steven Cropper was slain:
    Soto’s father Felix lived on Ridge Street, directly around the corner from the crime scene.

    A check with the Ward Island’s Manhattan Psychiatric Center revealed Soto had been free on a weekend pass when
    Steven was slain, and during the interview asylum employees revealed a pertinent fact they’d previously omitted:
    Soto had a history of creeping out of the psychiatric center undetected.
    Although he was listed as confined during the Boy Who Lived’s attack that didn’t necessarily mean he was present—-it was possible he’d been absent without leave.

    “He was crazy. There was no doubt about that. He was nuttier than a fruit cake.” Retired homicide detective Ed Gomez on Soto’s mental state, New York Daily News, February 4th, 1993

    Periodically committed since 1965, Soto wasn’t covertly mentally ill; he was psychotic, a raving maniac, babbling incessantly about religion and careening with a shambolic gait as he crooned along to the voices in his head.
    Disheveled with subpar hygiene—“slovenly” was the tactful descriptor favored by the New York Times—Soto was described in hospital records as being “so out of it he can’t give useful information.”
    Nonetheless when interrogated Erno Soto confessed to Steven Cropper’s murder, though he declined to take credit for the Harlem slayings.
    Soto was unable to provide any details about Steven’s murder but in the 1970s a confession was sufficient for the NYPD to close the case.

    According to On the Track of Murder, the homicide taskforce was divided in their opinions about Soto’s guilt, the team breaking into a three-way split.
    One third of the detectives believed Soto had committed all of the attacks,
    one third believed he’d killed Steven Cropper but not the uptown boys, and the final third believed him to be a false confessor, innocent of all crimes.
    One of the most interesting things I stumbled upon in my research was a July 11th, 1974 article in the New York Times absolving Soto of the Harlem murders;
    two-thirds of the NYPD may have decided Soto wasn’t Charlie Chop-off but the crimes would stick to him forevermore.

    I know what you’re thinking; you want to see a photo of Erno Soto to determine whether he resembles the composite sketches in the case.
    Brace yourself for bad news; below I’ve posted the only image of Erno Soto available in the newspaper archives:

    Not very helpful, is it? I have no idea why the New York Times would print the mugshot of a minor suspect like Bronx rapist Daniel Olivo and fail to provide a photo of a man actually arrested for child murder but here we are.
    Amplifying their unhelpfulness, none of the contemporaneous newspapers conclusively state whether Soto resembled either the Identikit or composite sketch—but here’s what we do know about his attributes vis-à-vis the witnesses’ descriptions:

    Pros:
    • The phone tipster who initially fingered Soto believed he looked like the sketch composite
    • 33-years old when arrested, Soto fell into the witnesses’ estimated age range of 30-45
    • As all witnesses reported and both composites reflected, Soto had bad skin
    • I’m going out on a limb here, but if Soto had poor hygiene he probably also possessed the swamp breath noted by the Boy Who Lived

    Cons:
    • At 6’1” Soto was significantly taller than the 5’7”-5’10” reported by witnesses
    • Soto was left-handed while the Boy Who Lived believed his attacker to be right-handed
    • Soto had a Puerto Rican accent, not the Dominican accent detected by Mama Bear or the absence of an accent reported by the living victim
    • Soto had neither black marks on his chin nor a prominent mole on his left cheek
    • Soto did not limp, although he did favor the Thorazine shuffle

    Hewing to the case’s three-way split theme the results of Erno Soto’s identity parades were mixed.
    Witnesses to Steven Cropper’s final amble through the Lower East Side identified Soto as the victim’s companion,
    but the Boy Who Lived was adamant Soto was not his attacker—according to On the Track of Murder he deemed Soto far too tall.
    Tragically, Mama Bear was unable to give her opinion on the matter;
    she’d moved without leaving a forwarding address, a common witness hazard in the pre-computer era.

    [Overlapping Murder: on June 10th, 1974, two weeks after Erno Soto’s arrest for the attempted 8th Street abduction, his younger brother joined him in police custody. Eugenio Soto, age 31, was engaged in an airing of grievances with family paterfamilias Felix when things took an ugly turn. Eugenio blamed Felix’s poor parenting for brother Erno’s legal and mental travails, according to police reports; decisively seizing the last word, he stabbed his 60-year old father to death with a kitchen knife. Eugenio was later convicted of first degree manslaughter and sentenced to a ten-year term in the penitentiary; he was released on February 10th, 1982.]

    Personally, I’m of the opinion Soto most likely did kill Steven Cropper—I find the eyewitnesses and geographic proximity compelling—but I’m not convinced he committed the Harlem crimes.
    On the Track of Murder‘s author theorized Soto was driven to homicide by his wife’s promiscuity—-during a period of marital separation she birthed a mixed-race son—and in retaliation he eliminated black boys
    in a campaign of psychological revenge.
    I find this explanation too pat—especially since the uptown victims were sodomized, an act unnecessary for racial cleansing and incompatible with Soto’s lack of history as a sex offender.
    Viewed with modern sensibilities the racial motivation theory fails to impress.

    “When the police find [the killer] they’ll just say he’s a sick man and send him to a hospital for two years.” Max King, prescient Delancey Street shopkeeper interviewed during the Lower East Side riot, New York Times, August 26th 1973

    Did someone say riot? Here’s some police station riot footage, courtesy of the Associated Press:

    Theories are plentiful but for practical purposes debating Soto’s guilt in the Steven Cropper case, at least, is moot;
    although he was found competent to stand trial Soto was acquitted of murder by reason of insanity on December 1st, 1976—not a surprising outcome for a man with a documented 20-year history of psychosis.
    After trial Soto was remanded back to Ward’s Island, this time to the maximum-security Kirby Forensic Psychiatric Center,
    an institution impervious to his Houdini act—as far as we know, anyway.

    “The history and nature of his psychosis renders him to be a dangerous person; he is in need of constant surveillance. When he is out in society on his own he is literally a walking time bomb.” Trial testimony of Soto’s psychiatrist Dr. John Baer Train, New York Times, December 1st, 1976

    As the years passed Erno Soto faded into obscurity, remembered only in the nightmares of his victims’ kin and schoolmates—as they grew into adulthood they would always hold their children a little closer than most.
    As all horror connoisseurs know, however, the boogeyman is never truly vanquished:
    in 1993, seventeen years after his acquittal in Steven Cropper’s murder Soto emerged like Nosferatu from a coffin and swooped back into the public’s consciousness.

    According to his lawyers the now-55 year old Soto was terminally ill, confined to a wheelchair and dependent on daily dialysis, a souvenir of his youthful drug abuse.
    Seeking to be released on compassionate grounds, Soto’s application for emancipation set off a bombshell in the media and occasioned a three-day series in the Daily News rehashing his storied history as the number-one suspect in the Charlie Chop-off crimes.

    “My parents were never notified. We didn’t know anything until we read the [Daily News series] on Friday. I know my mother was shocked. And my father—I thought he was going to have a heart attack. I thought he was going to die right in my arms because he was crying and he was very upset.” Steven Cropper’s brother Christopher on the possibility of Soto’s release, New York Daily News, February 2nd, 1993

    Dubbing Soto “the Monster of Ward’s Island” and painting him as unquestionably guilty in both the Cropper and Harlem attacks, Daily News journalists interviewed the families of Steven Cropper and Wendell Hubbard
    and revealed Soto’s extensive history of misbehavior while confined.
    Soto, reporters learned, had faded from the news cycle but his stay at the Kirby Forensic Psychiatric Center had not been uneventful: Soto had been disciplined for cold-cocking a staff member, possessing marijuana,
    attempting to slit his psychiatrist’s throat and threatening to “jab the eyes” out of a fellow patient.

    In court, citing Soto’s still-active psychosis Manhattan Supreme Justice Bruce Wright declined to release him from maximum-security confinement,
    but as a mental patient—as opposed to a convict, sentenced to a finite term—-Soto is eligible to apply for emancipation every two years.
    Soto is not a registered sex offender and he’s never been convicted of homicide;
    he was committed not as punishment for Steven Cropper’s murder but as a societal panacea—as soon as Soto is adjudicated sane, as unlikely as that seems, the Monster of Ward’s Island will be back on the prowl.

    Erno Soto’s name never again appears in the newspaper archives but he’s still with us;
    if he had a terminal illness in 1993 it’s a slow-acting one.
    Now 79 years old, his address is listed in online databases as 1 Wards Island, New York, NY—not the Kirby maximum security ward but a combination psychiatric hospital/homeless shelter.
    It’s unclear how much freedom Soto has gained over the years—and due to stringent medical privacy laws the public has no right to know if he’s eligible for day passes, just another maniac on New York City streets.

    L’Hôpital Erno-Soto, an abandoned mental asylum in France—tell me again how there are no coincidences

    The assumption of Soto’s guilt in the uptown Chop-off attacks—as propagated in the Daily News’s 1993 series—has carried over online, unfortunately;
    I’d like to do what I can to combat that misapprehension—considering the Harlem crimes closed is an affront to the victims and their families.
    It’s too late to help Douglas Owens, Wendell Hubbard and Luis Ortiz but the Boy Who Lived may still be alive and to discount his fervent disavowal of Soto as his attacker is reckless and disrespectful.
    The Boy Who Lived was maligned in the Daily News series, incidentally—portrayed as beset by “mental problems” and too unstable to recognize his assailant.
    More recently, the baseless allegation the living victim “refused” —as opposed to “failed”—to identify Soto as his attacker has metastasized online like free downloads and porn.

    I’m aware of the vagaries of eyewitness identification, of course;
    but the Boy Who Lived’s disavowal isn’t the only evidence which tends to exonerate Soto in the uptown crimes—and there’s absolutely no meaningful evidence implicating him, even by 1970s standards.
    To paint the Boy Who Lived as incapable of recognizing his attacker is heartless; “Believe the Victim” is our current mantra and it’s not solely applicable to heterosexual sex crimes.

    Let’s give the Boy Who Lived the benefit of the doubt—-even the Marquis de Sade would agree he’s suffered enough.

    I can’t find much about this missing family online but I’ve been searching for years; maybe someone else will have better luck. The article is available in google archives but the print is smeared so I’ve provided a clearer copy.

    Since the article’s publication David Dennison’s mother and father have passed away—he’s listed in both obituaries as a surviving son residing in Zaragoza. Oddly, Sylvia Dennison’s obit lists his wife as “Marylin” which is slightly different than the Pittsburg Post Gazette’s “Marialin,” but the discrepancy may simply be a typo.

    I rarely don my tinfoil hat but I’m pretty sure the answer to this mystery can be summed up in three little letters: C(entral) I(ntelligence) A(gency). I’d love to know more, however—Mary Dolores, if you’re out there, ayúdame por favor!