Bittaker was asked what he knew of the death of a girl at Knott's Berry Farm.  He replied that Norris and another person Bittaker would not name, went to Knott's Berry Farm apparently looking for a victim. They met a girl who was walking home from work at night. The girl was wearing some type of uniform. Norris and the other person stopped the girl, and asked her directions to a street. They then offered her a ride which she accepted. They drove a short distance, and stopped. The other person with Norris got out of the driver's seat, walked around, opened the passenger door and began beating the victim. The victim was then placed in the rear portion of a vehicle that Bittaker described as a Volkswagen owned by the other party. The victim was then raped by both Norris and the other party. While in the rear of the VW, it was discovered that the girl had died. Bittaker indicated that the girl died as the result of the beating. Norris also told him that the girl was then placed in a large trash container at an unknown location. It is unknown if any of the girl's possessions were kept. Bittaker was asked if a person with the initials "R.J." was involved in any of the crimes, to which Bittaker replied "NO, R.J. has enough problems of his own." Bittaker was asked if he had ever heard of a person named Carol Blanding; he said that the name meant nothing to him. Bittaker stated that the only time he had ever shot "Mace" at a person, was when he sprayed a woman named "Jan Malin" in Manhattan Beach. He stated that Norris had mentioned that one time when Norris was alone, Norris had seen a girl jogging by herself. Norris told Bittaker that he had sprayed the jogger in the face, and that the girl fell down. Norris then drove away, without doing anything. This incident probably occurred in September, 1979. When asked about Hermosa Beach rape, Victim Robin Robeck, Bittaker replied that her whole story was "bogus". The only reason she made the report was because she had lost $400.00 of her father's. Bittaker also commented that "if we were into all these homicides, why would we let her get away." He further stated that on occasion he and Norris have traded vehicles. He denied being present when Robeck was raped. He was next asked about a girl named "Mary Ann Winters". He replied that a girl by that name was the "first love of my life". She had been a girl he had met when Bittaker lived in Lakewood in 1958. At that time, he was attending Dewey Continuation School. Mary Ann Winters was a girl he knew that attended a Catholic high school in Long Beach. bittaker continued that after his arrest he was shown a photo of a girl nude from the waist up, at the Hermosa Beach Police Department. Bittaker said he told the investigators the name "Mary Ann Winter's" because that was the first name that came to mind. He was next asked about a girl named "Gretchen". Bittaker replied that he had seen her at a gas station on Glenoaks Blvd. in Burbank. Bittaker described this gas station as a "State Gas Station'' that he normally traded at. He wrote down her license number, and through a friend determined that the vehicle was registered to the Scientology Training Center in Glendale. Bittaker said that Gretchen was driving a turquoise V.W. with license #SHB327, and that Gretchen was a very attractive girl in her late teens. Bittaker continued that he was very determined to find out where Gretchen lived. He and Norris both went to the Scientology School in Glendale to try and obtain her home address. They determined that Gretchen taught at the school. They were unsuccessful in getting her home address or number, and were going to connect electronics equipment to the Scientology phones in an effort to find Gretchen's address.  Bittaker stated that he once rented a 35mm camera in North Hollywood, and that on weekends, he and Norris would ride around taking photos of attractive girls. This would include taking photos of girls in vehicles, and photos of license numbers on vehicles. He then identified some of the photos that were made from slides that were recovered from Norris' residence on 11-20- 79. In a photo marked N-140, depicting a girl holding a snake, he commented that at the time the photo was taken, the girl placed the snake on the ground where additional photos were taken. The photos of the snake on the sidewalk were then mailed to a prisoner at CMC-East named "Shoopman". Bittaker was asked if he had sent Shoopman other photos of snakes, and he replied that once he had sent Shoopman a photo of a rattlesnake. This photo was taken on Glendora Ridge Motorway, during the summer while driving around the area in Norris' car. The prosecutor offered considerable evidence, generally without objection or request for limiting instructions, which tended to show defendant's psychological disposition toward acts of violence and his interest in sexual torture. The evidence included testimony concerning defendant's discussion of his sexual fantasies with Richard Shoopman, various sadomasochistic and bondage magazines found in defendant's possession, and evidence {Page 48 Cal.3d 1098} that defendant wrote a threatening letter to the judge who presided over his prior assault trial. The prosecutor relied on this and other evidence to argue the defendant's psychological proclivities. The prosecutor's question concerning a letter to Shoopman. Shoopman testified to receiving a letter from the defendant on or about September 14, 1979. On cross-examination the prosecutor asked him, "Isn't it a fact, Mr. Shoopman, that he [defendant] wrote you about the rape and killing of a girl in the mountains before September 14?" Shoopman denied receiving such a letter, and the prosecutor did not mention the matter further. Bittaker was asked to relate what he had done the night of his arrest, 11-20-79. He stated that during the evening he called Norris' home, and a person answered the phone whom Bittaker did not know. Bittaker asked where Norris was, and was told "he's up on the roof fixing the TV antenna." Bittaker continued that he returned to his apartment at the Scott Motel, sat around a few minutes, then made a phone call to Sharon Norris' home. Sharon told him that Norris was being arrested, and that one of the items being taken as evidence was Norris' typewriter. Bittaker said he then returned to his apartment and told two girls to leave. He then cleaned out his apartment, putting everything into his van. He then drove to Sunland, where he ran into "R.J." by "accident". He also talked to Mike Horn. Both Horn and "R.J." told Bittaker where he could hide some items in Sunland in an area that had recently been burned in a fire. Bittaker said he left Sunland and drove back toward Burbank. While en route, he further stated, he drove to the Forest Lawn area, because it was hilly. Bittaker said he had a box of items to hide, but did not have any tools to dig with. He then drove to the apartment of a friend named Paul Hodge. His reason for going to Hodge was because he felt Hodge could be trusted. At Hodge's he left a .22 gun and a .38 gun that he got from Norris. Bittaker said the .38 cost $100.00, he would not reveal any information on the .22 gun. Also at Hodges he left some "Soft narcotics". Bittaker said he had manufactured a story about burying items at Forest Lawn, to take the "heat off of Paul Hodge." He was asked if he had buried any photos or tape recordings. He at first stated that he cut up tapes and photos with scissors, then stated, "No, scratch that out, I did not have any tapes or photos." He was then shown a Polaroid of a girl in a white dress. He said that the girl depicted was a prostitute that he had called to his room once. He stated her name was "Mary".  He was shown two photos of girls wearing bikini bathing suits seated in a possible Fiat or Pinto auto. Bittaker replied that the photos were taken on Glendora Canyon Road somewhere between the park and the fire motorway. Bittaker said he and Norris were in the area in Norris' Oldsmobile when they saw the girls parked. They stopped, offered the girls some marijuana and then took the photos. This probably occurred in May or June, 1979. Christina Dralle testified that when she rejected the defendant's advances, he pulled a gun and said, "you wouldn't argue if I pulled the trigger." Defense counsel sought to impeach her by evidence that she had made false charges of sexual molestation against two other men. The trial court upheld an objection under Evidence Code section 352. Its ruling is not an abuse of discretion. The value of the evidence as impeachment depends upon proof that the prior charges were false. This would in effect force the parties to present evidence concerning two long-past sexual incidents which never reached the point of formal charges. Such a proceeding would consume considerable time, and divert the attention of the jury from the case at hand. The defendant (Norris) was released on June 18, 1975, after undergoing four and one half years of extensive treatment at Atascadero State Hospital. He had an indeterminate sentence for his conviction of assault with a deadly weapon. The staff at Atascadero reported to the San Diego Superior Court that the defendant had been treated to such an extent that he would not benefit by further care at their facility and is not a danger to others at this time. Unfortunately, this positive prognosis was apparently premature in that the defendant chose to involve himself in the present offense only three months later. (Source: Murder Mack by author Joe Hiles)

According to Stephen Kay, Bittaker was bisexual. But mostly gay. According to Stephen Kay, Roy Norris had an IQ of 127. The mother of those teenagers that hung out in the Scott’s Motel, one of the girls that was pregnant at only 17 years old and that Bittaker gave presents to, was actually possibly pimping out her children! She was also working for the local police department and gave out information to both Norris & Bittaker about different number plates. Bittaker & Norris also gave her drugs and money! Bittaker convinced her he could crack safes. Back then, 16- year old Tina Farconi was a popular teenager who wanted to party and spend time with her boyfriend Steve Eastman. Steven Eastman, a visitor at the Scott’s Motel, later worked at Manasco after Bittaker was arrested and sentenced. Steven later turned into a very violent man. A monster according to Tina. One of the girls hanging out in Bittaker´s motel room stated it was literally stacked with polaroid pictures. Including girls posing before a white wall in lingerie.  Inside Bittaker’s room are 500 sex and bondage photos of girls, along with acid and ingredients for making the bizarre elephant tranquilizer PCP. According to Christina Dralle, there were a lot of audio tapes. She heard twelve to thirteen different girls screaming, which another person named Dana Moody said she saw under the fridge. They were later buried. Bittaker buried most of the evidence. Lawrence was outside the Burbank highschools with binoculars checking out the students. Jacqueline Leah Lamp, Years later her mother, Myrna Carlyle, was quoted; ‘’I work two jobs, I sleep as little as possible. Whenever I fall asleep, I have nightmares of my daughter being tortured.’’ Myrna Carlyle passed away in 2006. In 1984, Ingrid Gilliam slipped and hit her head in a freak accident. 6 weeks later, she died of pneumonia at the age of 41. She is buried in a cemetery in the San Fernando Valley. Nearby, her daughter’s Jackie’s ashes reside in a two inch by two inch niche in a mausoleum column in the same cemetery. Dolores Ledford, Lynette's mother, passed away in 2016. She is buried next to her daughter in Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery, CA. Did Lynette Ledford’s mother commit suicide? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Survivor) Dena Moody Hanged with friends at the Scott's Motel (Survivor) Kristin (Kris) Messenger Reportedly to have been attacked by Norris but escaped through a car window (Friend of Shirley Ledford) Linda Holtz

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Roy Norris cannot bear to have anyone look him in the eye. "It gives me a sickly feeling in my guts. I seldom make eye contact with anyone. I don't like leaving my cell. If I had a shower in here, they could weld my door shut for all I care." Norris says his life ended on November 20, 1979, the day he was arrested, with Lawrence Bittaker, for the brutal torture and murder of five teenaged girls. Norris began having "problems'' while he was in the Navy. A sexual assault conviction sent him to Atascadero State Hospital where he was diagnosed as a Mentally Disordered Sex Offender even though he claims that he couldn't have raped the woman because he was still a virgin at the time. In 1975, Norris was again charged with sexual assault (which he also denies), but this time he was sent to prison where he eventually met Lawrence Bittaker, a meeting that would soon change his life forever. On June 24, 1979, just six months after his release from prison, Norris, along with Bittaker, committed his first murder. Over the next five months, the two paroled convicts drove around in Bittaker's van, the "Murder Mac," trolling for young girls to kill. Norris reports that they had no trouble finding victims: "No bodies were being discovered and young women weren't leery in the least!" They managed to kill five girls before being caught. -or at least his Even though Norris admits his guilt in the murders participation - he has a knack for sidestepping actual responsibility. He says the first murder occurred because they were high on the drug Angel Dust ("I came to my senses with a dead girl at my feet''). He also points an accusing finger at Bittaker. Norris says that he participated in the killings only because he thought that if he didn't, Bittaker would lay his killing hands on him. Furthermore, Norris says that it was Bittaker who twisted strangling wire around the girls' necks with pliers, who crushed their skulls with driving sledgehammer blows, who penetrated their brains with an icepick. Norris does admit that he killed Shirley Lynette Ledford, their last victim, with a coat hanger wire and vise-grips, but only because he didn't have the guts to say no to Bittaker's demand. Finally, Norris claims, unconvincingly, that the only reason he made the now infamous tape recording of Shirley Ledford's murder, complete with her chilling screams and terrified pleas for mercy, was to placate Bittaker not for his future enjoyment, as most accounts report. "If I had truly enjoyed raping and murdering kids," Norris writes, "we could easily have done so to 50 or 60 in the same time period." He says his obsession was to possess women and to hold them captive, but not to murder them. "I would've been keen on abducting a really hot sexy beauty for a month or so and then releasing her- -but only those young women that were haughty bitches!" Even if Norris claims that his real turn-on was the abduction aspect, I find it hard to believe that anyone would be involved in murders, especially ones as gruesome and sadistic as these, unless they derived some sort of pleasure from them. No guts? I doubt it. Afraid of Bittaker? Unlikely. Now 50 years old, Roy L. Norris lives alone in a two-man cell in Pelican Bay Prison, a maximum security facility in northern California. He will remain there for the rest of his life. He has considered suicide but he says there are some things that prevent him from going through with it: "Bittaker is one of them. I wish to be sure of his fate...death or otherwise." I was born and raised in Greeley, Colorado. Though I don't have my High School Diploma, I do have a GED Equivalency-that would've gotten me into a college- if I'd cared to go. (Along with a good SAT score, obviously) Instead, I joined the Navy...as my grandfather and father had...and I did get to see a part of "the WORLD," including Vietnam. I began having 'problems' while in the Navy and after my discharge (Honorable)... I was incarcerated at Atascadero State Hospital. After that experience, my next incarceration was at California Men's Colony in San Luis Obispo - where after nearly 2 1/2 years...I met [Lawrence Bittaker] a few months before our respective paroles. I had no idea upon my release that we would eventually get together again...and I didn't even have his address. He wasn't my first, second or even third choice in the kinds of people I would choose to befriend in free society. I paroled on January 15th 1979. The first murder occurred on June 24th and the last one on Halloween night. And my life ended on my arrest November 20th. 1979 (I just haven't died yet.) If you consider my rearing in Colorado-as basically institutional (being told what to do) and the Navy, as well ---- then my total life experience --- not institutionalized-only totals about a single year, in over a decade. That's rather "telling"...I'd say. I've been up all night and it's nearly 7 a.m. (breakfast). Oh!, I sleep during the day - because I have intense nightmarish dreams at night. However, not during the daytime; yet. Plus, I am not interested in any daytime TV programming (except for PBS "HOW TO" shows). A number of prisoners and staff have told me that I talk and sometimes 'rave' in my night-time sleep....so I avoid night-time sleep as much as possible. Especially so, between June 24th and November 1st of each year-when the dreams intensify more. Guilty conscience, I think! I'll close for now and get ready for breakfast and bedtime. Do I think about the crimes? I definitely try not to. But not a single day has passed since the first murder- that I haven't wished that first one hadn't occurred. The "sensationalized story" states that Larry and I planned the murders while in prison. That's pure bullshit!! Stephen Kay, the District Attorney, said it to media reporters before the preliminary hearing. (He was Bugliosi's co-prosecutor against the Manson Family-but Bugliosi gave him no credit in the book. Kay has political ambitions and he craves the media attention! I've heard him talk about it.) At the same time that our case was in the courts...so was Buono/ Bianci (The Hillside Strangler) and Bonin/Munro (The Freeway Killer)...and the Rodney Alcala (?) murder trial in Orange County. It was the reporter's "field of dreams" and Kay's personal media nightmare! So...our case became more provocative to meet his agenda. I'm not saying our five murders weren't heinous and cold-blooded. They were...and if there had been more - the victims would really have suffered at Larry's hands! I suspect also, I would have been one of them too. (I'll get to that later) Also....the police in all of L.A. didn't even know we existed. (*THE MURDERS, THAT IS) Had no idea! Until a fellow I approached (another parolee/ friend (?))—and asked to keep his eyes + ears open for 'a handgun for sale,' went to his attorney with the most basic idea of what was occuring. I confided in him that I wanted a gun....probably for killing Larry, myself. His attorney tried to sell the case to L.A.P.D. (who refused for lack of evidence), the L.A.C.S.D. (refused), the Torrance P.D. (refused - for jurisdictional problems), and finally the Beach Community P.S.s (Redondo Bch, Manhattan Bch, Hermosa Bch, etc.) that "took it" as a group. L.A. 's County Sheriff took credit, when he broke the story to reporters, only to get the media off of the Sheriff's dept. for the killing of a deranged black female surrounded by eight Sheriff's. She was threatening them with a paring knife and they pumped six rounds into her rather than subdue her. Had I known how much pain and anguish my confessions details would create for the families of the victims...and my own family and friends, I may not have confessed. At least, not in so much detail. I should have just driven the van off one of L.A.'s elevated freeways-Halloween night. But, the families of the first four victims would still be looking for their daughters. About the only thing I can feel good about...are the lives I saved, by making them wary about climbing into the van. I received three letters from girls that remembered my doing just that-thanking me for their lives. But of course, none of this info reached the media's ears-or they weren't interested. The first murder was a product of our experimenting with PCP (Sherman, Angel Dust, etc.). When I came back to reality, Cindy was already dead. My story is what Larry told me had happened. I do remember some flashes of what he related- but it's all jumbled up and out of sync. I let him talk me into dumping her body and pretending all was well. The Death Penalty had been reinstated, so I had grave concerns-obviously. But while driving -or working at Lloyd's Electronics-I often began crying- for what seemed little reason to me. I also toyed with the idea of turning myself in, while sitting in the Carson Sheriff's Parking Lot and the Torrance P.D. Parking Lot. I didn't, but I felt like it-very often. FEAR, kept me quiet. 2/23/97 I have problems with Christianity, because I'm a believer of EVOLUTION. While I didn't attend college, I have (had) a Vocational Electronics certificate and I'm self-taught/well read in the sciences. I'm good in math- up to quadratic equations in Algebra and I still fight with understanding Calculus. I've just recently requested a Trigonometry Text from our reading library. I've scan-studied most religions, world-wide, for personal reasons I may get into later. The Bible's 'MESSAGE AND TENANTS' come closest to what I think is REALLY going on. The wisdom is the sharpest (possibly wrong adjective, but close). Forced to choose...I'll take Christianity. (Protestant) Where did you obtain my address....and have you written to Bittaker? Who else writes to you...consistently? Didn't women respect me in my life- or what pissed me off so much? This is one of those questions that will take some lengthy answering. No easy answers. I wish I could be definitive and exact about specific incidents that led me to my fate...but there's just too many things (small, medium, and large) that affected me. For a long time, I thought I may have been slightly retarded...but now I believe I didn't have a grasp of the world-like some kids did. I recall, reacting to people-rather than interacting with people. A social cripple...(?) This is enough for my second response, eh?! P.S. - No, I've never met Lawrence Singleton.  Sincerely yours.  Roy L. Norris I was born, February 5th, 1948, at nearly midnight (or almost the 6th of February-which my father's father wanted, as it was his birthdate). My father's family...all lived within a block of us (except his sister), as my grandfather had invested World War II profits into real estate. He derived his profits from an Auto Parts/Salvage Yard. All of his family considered my mom to be a 'gold-digger'....especially my grandmother-who openly criticized my mom to everyone except my mom. Her son, Bill, begat a son* and daughter-first....and grandmother doted on them. I'm a year behind cousin Shirley and my sister is three years younger than myself. Sis and I were the 'black sheep' of the clan....and the obvious favoritism was evident in every aspect of our lives. From the house my father had to pay rent for while working for his dad (the only son to do so)...to the value of the Christmas gifts at Christmas. I remember a coal burning stove in the kitchen and waiting twice a week for the ice delivery man to put block ice in our ICE BOX on the porch. (The only house my grandparents owned- that didn't have gas stoves and heaters...and electricity. In a city -no less!) Mom used a wash board for our clothes, until I was about 31 years old. I remember the day when electricity was installed and gas piping came in. Everything was used, of course, (from grandma's house) but mom cherished the refrigerator, gas stove, washer and wringer (that used hot water from the stove, still!). We didn't have running hot water for a few more years. I should add to the previous segment... that my grandmother blamed me for many things I was led into - or talked into- by both of my older cousins. This occurred so often, that I got to the point of not even bothering to defend myself. I simply accepted the blame and punishment. (Note: [Drawing of a key] As you might guess, this was likely the beginning of many suppressed and angry feelings in regards to two female personality types.) Mood controls much of my life now. In the past, I avoided being a moody person -by suppressing nearly all of my feelings. [Drawing of a key] Today is my sister's forty-sixth birthday. That sounds so strange to my ears! Because...[drawing of a key] I never really expected to live beyond forty years of age. To explain, I must go back to the summer of my sixteenth year.......while hanging out with a friend who worked at a gas station downtown (clean-up work mostly and pumping gas), I overheard some crude language about what a guy would do if he ever got the chance with a certain woman that walked past the station every evening-in route to her parked car in the lot across the street. The fellow sounded quite serious to me and about an hour later, she walked past. This guy tapped on the window and when she turned-she saw me and waved. It was my Aunt Margie! The guy was surprised, as she'd never acknowledged him before. Margie lived across the street from us for a while-then she and my Uncle moved about a mile away (but still in town). Margie was a bit brazen. She was the first woman in our town to dare wear a bikini swimsuit. Normally, she wore tight clothing...mostly dresses, about an inch higher than the current trend and high- heeled shoes. Until I heard about Amelda Marcos's shoe collection, I thought Margie was eccentric with her collection. I liked her legs (great!)...but I didn't care for the rest of her much. A bit too busty for my tastes and she had a mole just below the left corner of her mouth. (Why do women...and some men...like that? It's a nasty imperfection that makes me cringe. Many times, I've been in awe of a gal's face, until she turned fully towards me and I saw a mole. Instantly, she became invisible to me! I [drawing of a key) adore beautiful women!) My Uncle Lee, was a semi-truck owner and driver, out of town a lot. He's the oldest of my father's brothers and he talked badly about Margie, in my early years. He felt she was running around on him- while he was on the road. I'm sure, his mom (grandma) was (again) responsible for his attitude. Because Margie and my mom often felt bruised by family gossip, they were friends. Okay...now back to events. I considered telling my Uncle about the over- heard conversation...but considering his tendency to be a hot head and that he would likely use it against Margie (and provide grandma with more fodder for gossip), I chose not to. I also considered telling my father, but I saw that as just a postponement of the same results. I never even considered telling mom...and now, I wonder why!? Regardless...one morning (about 10 a.m.) in...(?)... late June, my father told me to go up to Aunt Margie's and get a 'urine sample' to deliver to her doctor. She was at home-sick. Well...after doing the errand...I returned to Margie's and told her about the overheard conversation. Her reaction wasn't even slightly concerned, enough- as far as I was concerned, and I re-emphasized what I felt he had implied. And again, she seemed unconcerned. Frankly, I was stymied or more precisely... wholly confused! (Now comes the crux.) Being totally in-experienced in speaking of such things (and likely suffering from a degree of social-retardation)...I attempted to imply that I could understand... why the guy might be thinking such thoughts...and I criticized her choice of clothing style and possibly provocative mannerisms. To be honest, I don't remember - for sure what came out of my mouth. My motivation, however, was of concern for her. Her reaction, was immediate and very angry. So angry, I knew I couldn't explain myself so I left. I returned to the Salvage Yard and the tasks I had been at before the errand. Maybe - Half an hour later my father appeared... VERY ANGRY (RED FACE ANGRY)...and told me that Margie had called. He said he had to go down town, but when he got back he'd give me a beating I'd remember until I died. Well...!! I decided not to wait for that beating which I didn't deserve --- and obviously couldn't explain my way out of...so I closed up the business, took my weekly earnings for the week, grabbed some clothes...and ran away from home...in the car my father had given me (A 1952 Cadillac Coupe DeVille. A luxury car in 1952, twelve years earlier. Powered everything!) Using a false ID I'd gotten from my cousin BOB (Shirley's older brother). I bought a case of COOR's beer and headed for the hills, literally. The Rockies...and a place I'd discovered while up Deer Hunting the year before. A small valley with a tiny brook flowing over worn smooth rocks. (I'd left a note in a drawer about Margie misunderstanding me and what I intended to do.) I sat in the car and drank about a 6 pack of the 3.2% beer that was legal to 18 year olds - then. I felt like Japan -when they've LOST FACE. When drunk enough, I used a diabetic syringe to squeeze about a cc of air into my left arm vein and smiled as I watched it go up my arm. I should not have awakened-after passing out. The cc was more than enough air to have stopped my heart. At least, every doctor I've spoken to so far...agrees! (With what I know now...I'd use the whole syringe if I could go back to that moment.) It was and is...sad news that my attempt failed. nese Well, when I did awaken....it was about the same time of day as where I'd remembered blacking out. In fact, I got out of the car-hoping I was actually dead but just not grasping it correctly. I realized though, that I had failed. I was also stone cold sober and very hungry. And I'd lost the intense mood necessary to attempt such a thing. So, at a cafe a few miles away - I discovered that I'd been "OUT" for two full days. From there, I drove to Estes Park, CO. A fellow I know, was working at the Darkhorse Theatre (acting) for the summer. I don't remember now how many days I was there-before I was apprehended as a runaway, but I had put in a couple days work on a Dude Ranch...saddling horses and cleaning out the stalls and unsaddling the horses...hours later. At $5.00 an hour-it was nearly double what my father drew as a salary from the family business (run financially by my grandmother, then). I sat in the city jail for about six hours - waiting for my father (only about 50 miles away and I was apprehended about 5 p.m.). Dear ole dad had brought a friend to drive my car home and dad didn't say a word-until we pulled in the driveway. And then, only that mom wanted to talk to me inside. Well, it was then that I learned that my father had been forced...into marrying mom.....and that mom had been pregnant about four months before they married (with the understanding they'd get a divorce when I was old enough to understand the situation). Mom says that he and his friends tried to induce a miscarriage by tripping her at the skating rink...and rough rides on dad's motorcycles. Mom stressed that I was to avoid sex until after I was married - but didn't say a word about Margie. Honestly, I felt even stranger than DEATH.....afterwards. But I didn't have the necessary MOOD and FALSE courage that the alcohol induced to try again. Instead.....alone in my room upstairs, I promised myself that if my life wasn't substantially better by the time I was forty, I'd stop trying and do the job right. I also agreed to remain virginal until after marriage... so my children wouldn't possibly have reason to feel as I did. (I had no idea how difficult that decision would be but I remained chaste TECHNICALLY until 1975...[drawing of a key]) Hence......." because my life hasn't been substantially better..........I've not seriously considered life beyond forty....much. I've postponed that limit, for several reasons. Bittaker, is one of them. I wish to be sure of his fate....death or otherwise. 3/16/97 The first murder...is the result of Bittaker and my personalities-on P.C.P. (the drug: Angel Dust). It wasn't planned, at least not by myself. We'd been with some teens that hung-out near the motel that Larry lived in, while they were under the influence of the drug...and we saw nothing unusual. So...one Sunday morning about 10am, we smoked half of a Sharman Cigarello that had been dipped into a jar of PCP. We'd smoked a lot of marijuana in the past months and didn't expect anything much different. And the teens had smoked the first half. Around midnight-that night-I came back to my senses...with a dead girl at my feet!! I have some memories of the day, but they are only glimpses of events that seem like snippets of a movie-spliced together out of sequence. The 'story' I related to the Homicide Investigators..... was the story that Larry told - me had happened. There's just enough info in my own personal memory - that "jives' ' with his rendition, that I've accepted the version as fact. The last cognizant memories I have are the smoking of the cigarello.....until about midnight. It wasn't an easy experience to handle- and I found myself unexpectedly in tears.....at work and in my car. Twice, that I remember specifically.....I sat in my car in the parking lots of the Torrance Police Dept and the Carson Sheriff's Dept.-Trying to screw-up the courage to turn myself in. I didn't, obviously; but if I'd done it solely myself - I may have. California had just re-instated the death penalty. The murders continued (three more occasions), because I didn't have the guts to say NO.........until the last victim, whom I was told to kill (personally... hands on...so to speak) by Bittaker.....because he'd finished with her. He was driving and he'd personally killed (hands on) the others. After doing it....I told Larry I couldn't do it anymore. I did avoid quite a few potential victims-between the actual murders; very purposely. I even got three letters at mom's place- from three girls that remember my PURPOSELY making them WARY enough to refuse the proffered rides that they had their thumbs out for; thanking me for saving their lives. I....."put off" or "made wary" many, many young women. Only the ones I couldn't "put off" or "unsettle" became victims. ((Note: I'm not trying to make them responsible for their own lives. I just want you to understand......... that if I had truly enjoyed raping and murdering kids, we could easily have done so to fifty or sixty in the same time period (at the very least-thirty with no problems!) No bodies were being discovered and young women weren't leery in the least!)) About visiting me.....I am able to be 'forthcoming' and 'candid' in my responses.....because I don't have to face you, eye to eye. I seldom meet another person's gaze, because I am embarrassed and humiliated by my involvement in the crimes! They (the crimes) did not make me feel good! In fact, the opposite is the case...and I detest my own fear and hesitation to confront Larry immediately! While I would eventually like to see who I'm writing...in picture form...I don't wish to feel your own gaze upon me. Or anyone else's for that matter. In the past sixteen years, I've only had one family visit (my father from Colorado and my then, recent, step mom)...or rather...one visit, from the family. I've refused all interview requests and TV sensationalism opportunities. I have caused my family too much pain and humiliation already, not to mention the families of the victims. It's not always easy...to 'connect' with another person-via the mail-and yet remain clinically detached. I do try to maintain detachment...because I'd prefer not to become emotionally involved with my correspondents. (Except my immediate family of course) If I thought you might want to actually visit me face to face - I'd very likely begin toning down my responses. In all honesty, I'm not seeking emotional involvement and or commitment with anyone. I don't write romantic or sexually thrilling fantasy letters! My time is difficult enough. As you say, that you have two youngsters to care for-you'd be better off- meeting someone with a future, and not wasting precious resources on travel expenses to visit someone like me. Well...I've used up all my space for this letter. When I get my hands on an embossed envelope-I'll mail this out.  Roy L. Norris 3/31/97 I've had my own problems with alcohol, so I know how tempting it is. I stopped drinking alcohol.... in favor of marijuana, in 1968 and haven't been drunk or even tipsy since the 4th of July of that year. But my mother became an alcoholic (a family genetic tendency) and as frustrated as I get in this environment....I won't allow myself to drink. I like being in control! [Drawing of a key] The same need to control my emotions, desires to be "in charge" of the immediate situation around me. I also avoided a HEROIN habit, because I'd have given the drug-power over my life. No matter how stoned I get on grass, I can still think well enough to know when I'm not capable of-interacting. Alcohol brings out the "creature" in all of us and grants us the right to antagonize others. After tobacco falls....alcohol will be next. It's 3 a.m. and I'm falling asleep as I'm writing this. Time to take a nap. When I was about four or five years old, my cousin Shirley (a year older) had seen her parents.... "doing it." She asked if I'd ever seen my parents "doing it", but since neither of us knew what "IT" was....I couldn't answer. Well, on a Saturday morning, soon after her discovery, she talked me into experimenting (?) like her folks had done, to see why they liked.... "doing it." Saturday morning was 'shopping day' for the weekly groceries, and both our moms would be gone. So on her back porch....we undress and laid down together under a blanket, and she told me to do this and do that and....nothing! Except, her mom caught us and went ballistic! Of course, I was the one blamed - and I was punished a week longer than she was. It's a common experience for kids that age. I know now. But the 'being punished' for it, emphasized that whatever 'IT' was, 'IT' was adult activity - not for kids. As far as I remember, I didn't experience anything sexual. However.......... later on (between 1956 and 1959?) I experienced very pleasing feelings when wrestling with cousin Shirley (though no erections) and....(this is a bit embarrassing) the beginning of a shoe-fetish because of her (though I don't understand why). The fetish [drawing of a key], shifted from the original "saddle shoe" to the round toed canvas tennis shoes (like boat deck shoes.... Before the modern Adidas style athletic shoes became popular). The cheerleaders wore them, and because of the shoe fetish (I suspect?)....I prefer a shapely pair of legs more than large breasts. In a crowd, I notice hair first (long as possible and blonde or light brown)... then the face. Then, if she's at least a six.. on a ten scale (looks). I check legs, if possible. If good legs, I can drop to a five (face). IF SHE'S WEARING THE TENNIS SHOES (AND THEY FIT WELL), I CAN EVEN DROP TO A FOUR. An eight or better with long blonde hair-great legs and tennis shoes- would almost be irresistible for me. When I was making jewelry- I made custom items at and below cost-for young women that met those requirements....just so I could have a reason to be around them. (used to buy gem grade opal in the rough-then cut-grind- and polish calibrated and baroque stones to sell to Zales, Slavick's, and other jewelry stores. Once I had my investment back, I saved the rest of the ounce to show at "Opal Parties". It's a psych-game....really, and I'll explain it later, when you know more about my past.) I should be more specific about this tennis shoe fetish..... as it's quite compelling if the right girl is wearing them. A better word is COMPULSION. The better the gal rates- -the greater is the compulsion and obviously-the greater the risks I'll accept. I have, on occasion, followed such young women MILES, in hopes of a possible chance meeting....in which I can make known- that I am able to make custom jewelry and fix electronic equipment. An hour on the freeway on a cold night- on my old motorcycle- wouldn't be out of the ordinary for me if she was an 8 1/2 to a 10. (A 10 would be Heather Locklear, about ten years ago.) - I've just reread your hand-written letter....and in regards to what Larry says about the girl in the tape recording-having been a participant. We've all heard women scream in horror movies. Directors of these movies want the best screams possible and they listen to many many young women screaming-day after day. Still, we (the viewers) know that no-one is REALLY being stabbed or hacked- up or even raped. Why? Simply because an actress can't produce some sounds that can convince us that something vile and heinous is happening. If you ever heard that tape, there is just no possible way that you'd not begin crying and trembling. I doubt you could listen to more than a full sixty seconds of it. I heard her-when it was happening-and it sent chills down my spine. I was chain smoking marijuana- like it was tobacco and I would've taken almost any other drug I could get my hands on at the time. Since that night, I've been forced to listen to the whole tape - just once (Before I signed the "AGREEMENT" with the D.A.). I NEVER WANT TO HEAR IT AGAIN! (Though, Ldo, in several of my nightmares!) If you could hear part of it - you would understand exactly why I don't like people's eyes on me. You'd know why I don't want to participate in the media spectacles.... and I honestly doubt you'd want to hear from me again. Just as this much attention on it - to write this little bit - gives me pause to think self-destructively. (Another reason I don't want to be emotionally involved with anyone...is because I can't-won't- guarantee what I'll do after Larry's execution.) Larry can say or write such drivel (sp?) because you can't get a copy of the tape. Some of the Crime Collectors that write to me- have tried! You'd recognize the voice- easily. And you'd know instinctively!! - Larry [Bittaker] has a tale. His parents were in their late forties (as I recall) when he was born. They'd never wanted kids and as one might apparently-the first time he got into trouble, serious enough to send him to Youth Authority...they packed up and moved away, being careful NOT to leave a trail to follow. When his "time" was up, no one came to get him. So he had to stay in YA until the court could arrange a foster home. From then on, it was one Foster home after another. (Foster homes are well known to be little more than motels for troubled kids. The couple accepts a kid-only for the money the State gives.) Larry only spoke of this once, but included that he seldom got any spending money...while the couples' kids got a weekly allowance. He spoke of being teased by such kids (usually in Spanish homes) and having to wear hand me downs, worn-out by the kids. Our last victim (his victim) [Shirley Lynette Ledford] had some Spanish ancestry...and I discovered from investigators that he'd asked her out a number of times. I suspect he'd been quite generous to her (I think she worked at a fast food place he frequented in Burbank or Glendale). This, is the same girl he claims to have been screaming "on-cue" for the tape. (I'd never seen her before that night, and wasn't expecting a victim.) It was already about 2:00 a.m. and my car was giving me electrical problems....and I lived in Redondo Beach and worked for LLOYD's Electronics in Compton, so I had a long drive ahead of me-after he gave me a battery boost, to get my car started. There's much to be said about Larry's past- and the crimes. Imagine how you'd feel, being 'essentially' parented by the State of California's impersonal bureaucracy and greedy foster homes. Though not a justification, it does give pause -when considering whether or not he should be executed. And though you've not yet read all my major background segments, I'd feel better about my own involvement if I had lived through such a nightmare past as Larry. Is it RIGHT(?).......that he be executed, and not me? Not LEGAL.....but RIGHT? And though you say he is now pure evil, he's still not the same person he was...nearly 20 years ago. I saw him give hundred dollar bill donations (3 different times) to the Salvation Army...and one evening in the downtown L.A. area- it was his idea to hand out sandwiches and pints of milk to the homeless and winos. He stopped at a closing "Jack in the Box" and bought every item they would normally have thrown away and the same at a McDonald's near-by. We handed out food all night. Even some wine for the winos- after they'd eaten. Looking back, it's these events of humanity that may have also given me reason not to turn ourselves in. I don't have "all" of the answers you want from me. But don't you even think for a moment that Larry thinks... 'that the last girl (and probably all of them) enjoyed what happened to her.' That's a Self-Serving Tripe!! For his ludicrous appeal contention that I'm the sole perpetrator of all the murders-while he only had minimal involvement with the victims and that all were alive when he loaned his van to take them somewhere. He wouldn't have loaned me his van-to go to the corner liquor store!...without him! (He has an impressive I.Q. and intellect...when he wants to use it. I often felt like a candle flame in the beam of a headlight. around him. I should point out now that I've never been interested in kids...(teens). That was Larry's whole trip. At that time-my preferred age was 19 to about 23. (I was 32)...now, I tend towards 23 to 32 (?) with exceptions (+10 or -3). While I might ogle a teen and secretly wish I was her age again...I'd never consider an actual relationship or assault (rape). My idiosyncrasy isn't physical in nature (though, I have become physical when I lost control of events...due to a shift in power or control. [Drawing of a key] If she did something to grab the power away from me). And this just entered another realm... that I wish to save for a later letter... when you'll understand me better. I was incarcerated at Atascadero State Mental Hospital-for a time, as an M.D.S.D. (Mentally Disordered Sex Offender). Not RAPE or CHILD MOLEST. "Assault." Physical assault. Not until I left there, did I lose my virginity. A lengthy story for another time. I mention it now, because I think about the place a lot. It was a SAFE place to express myself to others. I miss it very much -- (the place. that is) and expressing myself. It's just not possible to do so in this environment. I often think about contacting old friends from there — to see how their lives have fared. Living vicariously through others is all I can do now.  Sincerely yours.  Roy L. Norris I testified in court that Cindy Schaeffer (our first victim) asked for time to pray.....if we were going to kill her. However, that's what Larry told me about that night, as I don't have a coherent-in sync memory of that night--until about midnight. He also said I argued with him- about killing her (I'd like to think I did), but gave in for fear of a new-very long prison term, and its effect on my family. I see her face in my nightmares (her newspaper face) all the time. He said nothing about her begging for her life, but I can't imagine she didn't. Again, in the case of the second victim [Andrea Hall]. I don't have first hand knowledge...because I had driven [Bittaker's] van away from the scene of the crime (because there was no place to park it-safely). However, Larry took great pleasure in telling me "after the fact" how he'd given her the opportunity to beg for her life.....and showed me pictures he'd taken [of her begging for her life]. It's easy for me to imagine him doing just that, from the expressions on her face. And this situation is my current worst nightmare, as it's me...begging for my life. Great despair, aching dispare, dread............and hope, that something I might say would make a difference. I would say ANYTHING and do (as I imagine Andrea did, as well). The first time I had this nightmare. I woke up as Larry shoved the ice pick through my left eardrum and into my brain. For several long moments, my ear actually ached.......and since then, I have "tinnitus" in both ears....but mostly in my left one. At times like this, I hear a constant 600 to 800 Hz sound in both ears -though mostly in my left one. I figure I've had tinititus for a while, but only became aware of it at Tehachapi's Ad. Seg. because the officers enjoyed kicking the tray slots [in our cell doors) closed (which is like a gun report in our cells). ((I can't say for sure that Larry didn't let her go, or that he killed her, for sure; but I believe what he said)). I venture to say, that Jackie and Leah (victims 3 + 4) didn't know their actual lives were in peril..... and didn't suffer consciously. It seemed very quick, to me. From the time it took me to walk up to the van from where I'd heard a momentary....squeak like sound, Jackie was already dead and Leah was so "stoned" on Larry's Melaril, that she seemed to think she was home, finally. Larry hit her from behind, as she was struggling to step out of the van, with his sledge hammer. Not a great swing, but damn hard. I'd guess, she wouldn't have lived very long- even if taken to an emergency room. I recall (I think) hitting her in the head as Larry wrapped a coat hanger around her neck and tightened it with pliers (I didn't want her waking up!). ((A stress headache is beginning.)) The last girl, Shirley, I've touched on already (the [girl that we] taped). By the time Larry was finished with her, I was just desperate to get the living nightmare over, and away from him. When he said it was my turn.....I did only what I felt would be necessary to make him think I was also enjoying myself. I turned on the recorder and hit her right elbow only hard enough to make her continue screaming and the tape even picks up me saying...."please, scream." I did nothing more and didn't turn on the light, until I had produced a number of minutes of her screaming-for him. He'd been driving, like I had been earlier, and when I told him I was finished....he told me to kill her, since he'd killed all the others. By this time, Larry had become rather paranoid (generally) and had begun to carry a 38 caliber police special, all of the time. I wasn't keen on an actual hands- on murder (I'll tell you!) but I saw no way to bumble my way out of it (as I had other kidnap attempts & even letting Leah jump out of the moving van in Redondo Beach!). Plus, I'll admit, I didn't fancy Shirley [Ledford] on a witness stand- pointing at me and Larry-after what I'd heard for several hours before 'my turn' came. Mechanically, I did as Larry had done to Cindy and Leah...with a coat hanger wire and vise-grips...and turned away so I'd not see any reactions. She, too, had been "stoned" of her own choice before getting into the van. On what, I don't know, but she was really...."out of it"....from beginning to end. She didn't have any physical reactions that I'm aware of, though her eyes were open when Larry stopped on a quiet street and told me to drag her body out of the van. As for how it feels to kill someone...........I can only say that it's a terrible feeling. For me, at least! Hands-on-wise, it was my second killing. The first was in Vietnam....a kid...a boy....about her age, also. Of course, it helps that he was shooting at me and others........but I watched him die. That memory, livid and vivid as technicolor....drove me to use heroin, cocaine and many other drugs while in Vietnam (opium and grass are my favorites, now). Vietnam is a whole different ball of wax-though. ["I should probably note that we didn't just offer rides to specific types of girls. Literally.... "ANYTHING" walking gave Larry pause for consideration. I argued with him about this many times. Almost constantly, in fact. ((In my "then" fantasies...((NO KILLING))...it was the 'older' young women that had far more self-awareness, who literally chose to lead a guy on with no intentions of a real relationship (gold-digger mentally)................that I was interested in. I hated his 'anyone that'll get in the van' attitude. Such young "girls" (not "women") were/are too naïve and too innocent! My preferred age then, was 20-25. Larry and I shouldn't have been involved with one another in these crimes!! We have/had different interests and motivations. I would've been keen on abducting a really hot sexy beauty for a month or so (taking great care that she not see me or others) and then releasing her. But only those young women that were hauty (haughty).....ah (?)...bitches! So-to- speak. And...I knew it was only a fantasy...but enjoyable to debate the pro and cons of with other guys who'd had harem fantasies)) Yeah...neurotic chauvinism to the max! (But I went to prison for a rape I didn't commit! Yeah! I'm still angry about that- but I didn't go looking for her (a stunning blonde, by-the-way!) when I got out!!) OH!...for some wisdom of hindsight aforehand!!! Q - Why aren't AUTOSEXUALS given public-defenders in court?  A - Because they can get themselves off!  A joke, obviously. But with a ring of truth. I suspect that I've become an autosexual heterosexual. Without a partner... the idea is to stay aroused as long as possible (keep the adrenaline pumping!), because the climax or orgasm is the end experience, and for someone without a partner...it's really not so important. In hindsight, I've likely been an autosexual since high school (or even junior high school?), though orgasms were still important...as I remember. They say that sex...(the experience)... is 90% mental and 10% physical. I absolutely and emphatically agree. In all of my fantasies... the act of sex...is so rare, that it's almost non-existent. In all of my life.......I've had only one experience with a female partner.... that even remotely touched upon the IDEA of a higher-consciousness-mutually-shared climax. And......................she later claimed RAPE and sent me to prison to meet Bittaker. (She was/is (?) married and was caught in the act of douching by her mother-in-law/babysitter.) ((*After having been slapped in public - by her husband and a long walk home.)) (((Our momentary fling was her revenge upon her husband-and claiming rape saved her marriage!))) And, yes, I am still angry at her! The "non hands-on" idea is what I tried time and time again...to explain to Larry. But he's a hands-on immediate gratification person. I can sit on the sand at the beach for hours, enjoying multiple fantasies with many young women.... remaining physically aroused most of that time, but without the orgasms that end the adrenaline. Basically, I'm an adrenaline junkie....and if I could get aroused by terror.....then I'd love to jump out of airplanes, off buildings or bridges, etc.. The grist or fuel for the fantasies...comes from the past. And I recall my having written about that already (and your letter even responds to it). So I'll jump that and add.........that, had I married someone.................I would likely have "Al Bundy's" attitude towards the physical act. That it was more work than it was worth.....considering that I could enjoy myself more.......viewing strange women. (While I may still LOVE "the ball and chain" person....the act of sex would have long since, lost its mystery and intrigue.) The "game" then, remains the motivation in fantasies. Some men learned the art of charming women. And I've actually seen a number of men do this. The women get a glassy look in their eyes and it's...."wham-bam..thank you ma'am, time." It literally amazes me! I do not have the ability. Most of those fella's are one-timers, interested only in the total count. It's their 'game. Other games are: baubbles (jewelry /S), sports, the smarts, cars, etc. In a sense.... forms of power. Force, also. "All's fair in love and war!" Who said that? And what does it say about women, to men? It sounds to me like...force is okay. In my head, however, I am especially aroused by certain characteristics exhibited by some women.....who are almost always, exceptional beauties. Not just attractive. Women who are so far beyond my normal reach....that all I can do (normally) is look and admire. (Not only don't I have what interests her. I wouldn't know how to act if she ever offered herself. And in reality, I'd never actually approach such a woman for a relationship.) She must exhibit... superficiality, greed/desire, and haughty/pretentiousness. Other prerequisites exist also...but each can be compromised to varying degrees. (((My experiences in tapping into telephone lines, plays a big role here.)))  Roy L. Norris P.S. - I think Louise Woodward (the British OPÉR-Nanny) was railroaded by an over enthusiastic District Attorney in Massachusetts! I wish I had some money to donate to her, but her community in England will meet her needs! Thankfully! I was stunned when the jury said GUILTY! Oh!, I forgot to mention above.....in the previous paragraph; I DIDN'T RAPE MS. DIXON. WE TOOK "ADVANTAGE" OF ONE ANOTHER'S MOMENTARY SITUATIONS...IN A VERY MUTUAL EXPERIENCE! One, that I still cherish and appreciate - even though her circumstances forced her to lie about it. She had a husband of some worth and children to fend for, so I understood her priorities. While I've wondered how her life has turned out for her.... I've never sought to contact her again. I hope she's happy! I've been asked for quotes - but never have I given one. This once....I offer - "In a few short months of utter insanity and indecision, I literally helped commit murder and figuratively committed my own suicide. I just haven't stopped breathing yet; as though in a nightmarish coma state. My mind is both.....sharper than it's EVER been, but DULLER than any other with an ounce of common sense. What little wisdom I gain from growing older, is poor compensation for all the wonderful joys of life that I've overlooked or missed-in my chaos of personality dysfunctions, failed relationships, and lack of self-worth and self-determination. The only reason I haven't already found the guts to end my miserable life - and give California tax-payers...and the collective psyche of the world...a sigh of relief, is simple......and it's the pattern of my whole life. And though I've tightened many a noose in the last nineteen years (nearly), I'm still the definitive....coward. Sadly, but poignantly, my insight....is also my only good quality."  Sincerely yours,  Roy L. Norris (Source: The Serial Killer Letters : A Penetrating Look Inside The Minds Of Murderers by author Jennifer Furio)

So, I received about ten emails from an individual claiming to know a person who knew Jeff Dahmer personally. I do not know if any of this is true. If it's bs I will delete this post asap. He also shared Billy Capshaw’s email address with me who I have emailed just now requesting for a podcast episode. I will share now the most interesting tidbits from all of the exchanges: Monsters Pass Monster in my Bed by Mal'akh Richard Rollins, aka 19th Messenger,  For the time being, this eBook is not for sale to the general public. It was written for TV series and movie production. After production, it will be available to the public. Complementary eBooks to prominent vast-ranging Podcast speakers. Lionel remembered July 12, 1978, giving Jeffrey 50 dollars towards Richard’s birthday present, a silver business card holder. A photograph of Jeffrey with his arm around Richard, never seen before. [Copyright Photograph] courtesy of Lionel H. Dahmer. This was Dahmer's secret boyfriend he ran off from school prom to meet at McDonald's, leaving poor, sad, bland, boring, lesbian Bridget Geiger behind in the dust. Lionel H. Dahmer found several pictures in Jeffrey's army trunk after he left the army. The army sent Jeffrey's trunk to 4480 West Bath Rd Lionel's house. This is one of them. Joyce Dahmer has duplicate copies. Lionel close to death released this photograph, whispering, it's time the world knows. My son experienced genuine love once. Medina County Hospice; anonymous/nurse; “Late November 2023, weeks before Lionel Dahmer died, he asked me to send Richard a message after his passing.  Voicing regrets; Lionel; “Richard, we always knew our son had a deep emotional attachment and feelings for you. As a Christian, I've struggled with his homosexuality. I’m glad you came to my son's graduation. It’s down to you, you’re the only one left standing, you alone carry my son's complicated story. As far as I know, David was hardly two years old when you saw him last, he has no memories of you at Jeff’s birthday party. David will never discuss his brother, unfortunately, David and I have drifted apart. You alone understood the worthy, good side of my son. It's time you disclose to John Walsh what my son did to his son, May God forgive Jeffrey. I knew deep within my soul my son was responsible for the death of Adam. Richard, the time is at hand, brings a swift end to the abundance of falsehoods, and theories, and sets the record correct. Reach far back and tell them everything you have in your long cache of memories. Richard, if you don't forgive Jeff, it will eat you alive, don't let what Jeff did to you consume you. It's much worse for you, like you, he interrupts my dreams too."  Lionel. We saw the eBook, Monsters Pass in Lionel Dahmer’s house the day we paid our respects to Lionel after the death of Shari Dahmer. Lionel eagerly showed us the eBook. Lionel wanted Richard to back him up by suing Netflix over the inaccuracies and lies in Monster, The Jeffrey Dahmer Story. Lionel's housekeeper Jeff Muller was off that day, so I made us sandwiches for lunch. Lionel was not doing well that day. We said our goodbyes and left. According to Joyce Flint Dahmer, on July 22, 1991, when Richard witnessed her son Jeffrey being arrested on every TV channel in the world, Richard collapsed out cold, stopped eating, was bedridden for months on end, and almost died.  Months before they died, paranormal investigators Mark and Debbie Constantino approached Richard at a convention memorabilia exhibit; he advised Mark to stay out of the Waverly Hills sanitarium, with his unstable mind. Intoxicated Constantino insulted Richard. Mark was branching out on his own, about to outdo Ghost Adventures. Mark needed this story about Dahmer’s young boyfriend being trapped in the Waverley Hills, causing the Creeper to manifest in the ECT room. Constantino needed a story like this to break out on top of the paranormal game. Mark offered Richard a lot of money for his Dahmer Doll collections. He refused Mark Constanino's offered to buy Dahmer’s 1972 Ouija board and the Dahmer Dolls. Constantino wanted the Dahmer Dolls in the worst way. Zack was scared of haunted dolls. Mark convinced the 1960 Dahmer Doll would help his ratings on his own show, sending Bagan over the edge of reality. Drunken Constantino cursed at Dahmer’s Duchess only to curse himself. Even in death, Dahmer can cause harm to those who go out of their way bringing or causing harm to Richard. The original Kodak photograph of the Dahmer Doll collection. Picture taken by Joyce Dahmer in May 1961 Photograph courtesy of Joyce Flint. Lionel; "Richard bought Jeffrey his first Popeye, the one seen here. Joyce embroidered Jeff on the back of the collar." Lastly, it was 1969, Saturday lunchtime, Joyce had taken David and went to Summit Mall. That was the day me and Cindy Llantka stopped by to see Jeffrey, we had some toys and treats for Frisky. Jeffrey showed us the Jeff Dolls; they were in Joyce’s closet held under glass. Jeffrey said his grandmother Lillian first bought the two Jeff Dolls for Joyce in 1950, and his mom bought Jeffrey his own Jeff Doll in 1960 not long after his birth. It was Jeffrey’s Doll that scared the life out of me, not so much the other two. It's now 2024, you couldn’t pay me enough to go into a room with those Jeff Dolls today. Jeffrey also had a few Popeye the Sailor Man dolls in his bedroom. Cindy seemed overwhelmed when looking at the Jeff Dolls, she was "never the same after that day. Pay attention to this man Mal`akh Richard Rollins -aka- 19th Messenger. Messenger's been in hiding for 62 years. This is the Legendary boy, MJ12, Doctors working in the field of parapsychology termed Shadows Eyes in 1962. MJ12 became interested in the lad in 1962 when Lafayette R. Hubbard and test pilot mechanical engineer Bill Uhouse discovered the boy's pencil sketching and abilities with remote viewing and astral projection. Richard was conceived atop alien locker #18 at Wright Patterson Air Base Dayton Ohio on October 15th born July 12, 1955. Area 51 began construction in July 1955. Blood type unknown origins, extra vertebrae, can be seen in the dark, rare eye color. A loner exhibits telepathic communication and command over the ferals.  At 5 years of age, the child began sketching  several species of dinosaurs, extraterrestrials, crafts, and planetary systems upon waking from [astral projecting.] Lionel mailed Richard two letters before David Dahmer forced Lionel into the Media rest home. It's true what Lione Dahmer said to his hospice nurse. “Richard knows my son Jeffrey better than me, his mother, better than anyone on earth. Jeff trusted and loved Richard more than anyone. My son killed men in the sex trade and body harvesters to save Richard on two separate  abductions, once July 12, 1991, stepping out of Shakers cigar bar.” The men were paid by Herb Baumeister, also it’s been said in the underground world of gays, C`est LaVie bar owner Clarence Germershausen aka John Clayton hated Richard, and put out a hit on him in 1978. Richard was rescuing the underage gay boys from the sex trade, buying them Greyhound bus tickles back home to their parents. Germershausen viewed Richard as a threat to his tax-free cash flow. Before Clarence Germershausen died in 2005, he tried to make amends with Richard. April 28, 2008, C'est La Vie closed its doors. Mal`akh Richard Rollins also claims to be a former victim of Steven Lorenzo: https://www.tampabay.com/news/tampa/2023/02/24/steven-lorenzo-death-sentence-tampa-murders-seminole-heights/

Dorothea Montalvo Puente back in prison was in prison before she committd her boarding house murders in Sacramento. She's a friend of Carol Bundy. They were in the same PTU unit down at Fonterra. They were buddies. Carol Bundy's modus operandi included using lidocaine that was found in her nightstand to inject and kill patients. It's a common drug used by nurses to kill patients in serial murder cases around the country. - Douglas Clark

FBI Records: The Vault -- Roy Innis https://vault.fbi.gov/roy-innis/roy-innis-part-01/view

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I have finally bought a kindle version of the book: A Dramaturgical Approach to Understanding the Serial Homicides of Ted Bundy: Impressions of Murder by author Bernard East! I will share everything important in the coming weeks! It has security for copying the file :( But, I will try to screenshot everything and upload it later as a pdf file 🕵️ 🕮 The FBI also took a keen interest in Schaefer, particularly agents Roy Hazelwood and Robert Ressler. Hazelwood claimed that Schaefer was "easily the cleverest of the record- keeping sexual sadists" that he had studied (Michaud and Hazelwood 1999, 229). Having visited a psychiatrist, the “fantasies” recovered from his mother's house were covered by doctor-patient confidentiality, which meant that they could never be used as legal evidence against him (Michaud and Hazelwood 1999, 229-30). The Florida newspapers called Schaefer "the Sex Beast," claiming that he kidnapped hitchhikers who he then drove to remote locations deep within the Florida swamps. The authorities believed that once there, he would erect a stepladder under a tree limb, and force the naked victim at gunpoint to mount the ladder. The victims were told to drink beer and urinate then Schaefer would place a noose over the victim's neck, throw the rope over a tree limb, attach the other end to the car's front bumper, put the vehicle in reverse and back away slowly until the noose lifted the woman away from the ladder, hanging her. Detectives believe that he would have sex with the dead body, and then bury the corpse nearby. Police also believe that he would return to the scene, disinter, and have sex with the corpse (Michaud and Hazelwood 1999, 229). Not all his potential victims were hitchhikers. For example, Deborah Sue Lowe, aged thirteen, who disappeared from Pompano Beach, Florida on February 28, 1972 is believed by her family to be one of Schaefer's victims. According to her brother James, at some point Schaefer had worked with Deborah Lowe's father (Scouten 2011). Schaefer was indeed highly intelligent and quite articulate, most able at presenting truly shocking. For example, Schaefer wrote that the remains of two of Bundy's victims went missing from police custody in Washington State. This sounded too incredible and bizarre to possibly be true, yet a search of newspaper articles revealed that the remains had indeed gone missing. Whether they had been lost or stolen depended upon the source: the police claimed that they were mistakenly cremated. In 1987, King County, Washington paid US$224,000 to victims' families to settle lawsuits, as a result of King County officials acknowledging the loss of the remains of Janice Ott and Denise Naslund in 1984 (Ith and Guillen 2001). The devastation this caused the victims' families was unimaginable. Denise Naslund's mother, Eleanor Rose, gained little comfort from the successful litigation. She would ultimately bury an empty casket (Cooke 1989) Kenneth McKenna The seeds of Kenneth "Mad Dog" McKenna's criminal career were set quite early. The son of an unmarried sex-worker, he never knew who his father was. By his own admission, He grew up in a "bad" home environment in which his mother entertained clients in the apartment that the two of them shared. Because of this dysfunctional milieu, he was on the streets at all hours as a child. His entry into the crime world came after leaving school at the age of fourteen. He became a "numbers" runner for the Irish Mob on the South Side of Chicago, which he did until the age of sixteen (Schaefer 1993b, 36). Numbers, a type of daily lottery conducted in the ghetto areas of urban centers, is traditionally associated with organized crime. A runner was someone who had to carry money and betting slips between betting parlors and headquarters (Markoff 2017, 65). He started managing or “running" sex-workers at sixteen years of age and was a “whoremaster” in charge of several at the age of twenty-one. His appetite for violence began early. He once claimed to Schaefer to have killed several people by the time he turned twenty-one. His claim was that some were men who died in gang shootouts while the others were prostitutes who had overstepped the boundaries of "his" working girls, or committed the unofficial crime of “bogarting,” as he called it, meaning to selfishly appropriate something for oneself. McKenna ultimately moved to Florida permanently in the late 1950s to be clear of the chronically troubled Chicago area and its gang wars at the time His employer then became notorious mob boss Santo Trafficante (Schaefer 1993b, 36). Trafficante, head of the Florida Mafia based at Tampa, had myriad criminal interests, including bolita (numbers) rackets, arson, and murder for hire (Deitche 2004, 19). Drugs were another specialty, with the Florida mob being involved in marijuana and cocaine trafficking and Trafficante was also a major importer of heroin (Deitche 2004, 73, 135-36, 197-99). McKenna's criminal career, in service of Trafficante, allegedly included contract murders. He seemed knowledgeable regarding the 1982 slaying of a Caporegime (Captain) from the Colombo crime family, Caesar Vitale, particularly memorable, as Vitale's wife was also killed in the "hit" (Schaefer 1993b, 37). Gerard Schaefer described his physical appearance as "enough like Charles Manson physically to be considered a twin" (Gerard Schaefer, personal communication, October 12, 1994), so he was not the  most nondescript of men. It was possible to suspect McKenna of much but linking him directly to anything was another matter entirely. Once in the Florida State Prison, McKenna was put to work as a "runner," which entailed delivering food to the inmates on Death Row, in an area then known as Q-Wing (McKenna 1992, 11), or more informally to fellow inmates, in the "bug" wing (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 276). McKenna characterized this section as being populated by a variety of "maniacs," but it was to be a fruitful area for him (McKenna 1992, 10). It was here that he had the opportunity to have a variety of illuminating conversations with his old acquaintance, Ted Bundy. COLD CASES The first cold case partially relates to a victim who was unidentified for many years. A deer hunter found the remains of two women in rugged countryside between Olympia, Washington, and the Oregon border in October, 1974. One was identified as Carol Valenzuela, aged twenty. She vanished from Vancouver, Washington on August 2, 1974 (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 43). The second victim was between 5'5" and 5'7" in height, aged between seventeen and twenty-three and to have weighed about 125 pounds (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 43). The gravesites of Carol Valenzuela and the unidentified girl were located near large logs, and the bodies were found about one hundred feet apart. For many years, the victim found with Carol Valenzuela remained unidentified. She was finally identified as Martha Morrison, seventeen, last seen on September 1, 1974 (Prokop 2020). Another significant, potentially related case is that of Jamie Grissim, who disappeared on December 7, 1971, from Vancouver, Washington, after attending school. Her purse, ID and some other belongings were found in 1972 alongside a rural road near Battleground, Washington (Trost 2017). This was approximately one mile from where Carol Valenzuela and Morrison were later recovered (charleyproject.org). She disappeared from the same town as Carol Valenzuela three years later, and was probably also killed in Clark County, as were both Valenzuela and Morrison. Warren Forrest emerged as the prime suspect in the deaths of Jamie Grissim and Martha Morrison. A native of Vancouver, Washington, he was a former Varsity President who went on to serve with the US Army in Vietnam. Forrest worked for the Clark County Parks and Recreation department, which meant he was familiar with the dumping area in question. Ultimately, he was convicted of the murder of Krista Kay Blake (Prokop 2020). Warren Forrest has been incarcerated since 1978, serving a life sentence. In 2017, DNA evidence obtained from a dart gun that Forrest had used in an attack on another woman was linked to Morrison (Tilkin 2020). Kenneth McKenna confirmed that Ted Bundy "definitely" killed Valenzuela (Kenneth McKenna, personal communication, July 12, 1994). Gerard Schaefer endorsed this by stating that by August 2, 1974, Bundy had killed thirteen women for the year (Schaefer 1994, 23)—the date of Carol Valenzuela's disappearance. His lawyer, John Henry Browne, also claims that he admitted that he killed a woman from Vancouver, Washington, in August of 1974 (Browne 2016, 83). Of course, this is problematic if it was Bundy who had killed Valenzuela and Forrest who killed Morrison. There is no evidence that Bundy and Forrest were known to each other. Had Bundy deliberately left a victim in the general vicinity of Jamie Grissim's belongings based on his knowledge of the case and area from detective magazines? Had Forrest then returned to his own pre-existing dumping ground a month after Valenzuela had been left there? I asked McKenna if he had any idea who the then-unidentified woman near Valenzuela was. It was not until 2004, and after substantial research, that verification came as to the name of the girl Bundy gave to McKenna in reference to the then anonymous Jane Doe. McKenna wrote that if he remembered correctly the victim's first name was "definitely Cindy and the surname sounded like Mueller or Miller, but was neither" (Kenneth McKenna, personal communication, July 12, 1994). This is one piece of information that, if established, would definitely lend credence to anything else these informants had reported. This information was the basis of many fruitless internet searches between 1995 and 2004. However, the reward eventually came while examining a missing person's website called the Doe Network-the discovery of a case in the state of California—that of Cindy Mellin, a result of scrolling through disappearances according to geographic location and working backwards from 1974 in each of the American states. Cindy Mellin, aged nineteen at the time, disappeared from a parking lot in Ventura, California, 68 miles from Los Angeles, on January 20, 1970. She was employed at a local department store in the Buenaventura Shopping Centre. After finishing work that evening, she was seen with a tall, slim man aged 35-40 (Bundy was twenty-three at the time but tall and slim is consistent with his appearance), who was helping to change a flat tire on her car. The man drove a light-colored car (Ybarra 2016). After this sighting Mellin was never seen again. When her father later checked her car, he found that the flat tire remained attached and it was still up on the jack. One of the car's tires had been deliberately punctured with a sharp instrument (doenetwork.org; charleyproject.org). Intriguingly, Bundy had speculated that he had experimented with disabling distributor caps or letting the air out of tires, adding that the woman would be grateful for the appearance of a friendly stranger. However, he claimed that this method didn't work as others would also appear to help (Michaud and Aynesworth 2019, 69). Contrast this to a woman named Vikky whose car was deliberately disabled by Bundy in Seattle in May 1974 via tampering with the distributor cap (Rule 2018, 539–41), indicating that, contrary to what he told his biographers, he was indeed using these techniques for years after he claimed to have ceased doing so. It is possible that this Ventura College coed and part-time salesperson was clubbed on the back of the head with the tire iron Ted Bundy was using to "help" her and she was spirited away in Bundy's car, a noted and favorite modus operandi (MO) of his in the mid- 1970s. Another example of him doing this was the abduction of Georgann Hawkins in Seattle in June 1974. Exactly how Cindy died, and where, was not specified. Of course, it was never Cindy Mellin in this location. However, a key insight into the psyche of Bundy is that this would also have been his insurance, impressing McKenna with having murdered a victim whom he was never suspected of having killed. Even if McKenna had shared this information, Bundy knew that the crime could not be linked to him as it was not Mellin left next to Valenzuela. This demonstrates how Bundy would occasionally blend elements of truth and falsehood even with his closest associates, so that if they betrayed him, their contentions could be denied and plausibly refuted. Despite these inconsistencies, it is probable that Bundy was responsible for the death of Cindy Mellin. The multiagency task force noted that he was actually still living in California at 1252 15th Avenue, Marin County for some of 1970 (Multiagency Investigative Team Report 1992), meaning he could definitely have been in the area at the time. The year 1971 led to multiple suspicions emerging. Ted Bundy was a suspect in the death of Joyce Le Page, aged twenty-one of Pasco, who disappeared from her Washington State University campus apartment in July 1971. She had been camping in Stevens Hall while it was being renovated, and was found stabbed to death, rolled in a carpet at Wawawai Canyon, southwest of Pullman. The WSU student had last been seen on July 21 (Spence 2014).  Another mystery relates to a homicide a mere two days earlier. On July 19, 1971, in Burlington, Vermont (Bundy's birthplace) Rita Curran was murdered. Rita, aged twenty- four, was a teacher at Milton Elementary School. She was murdered at Brooks Avenue in a downstairs apartment via strangulation (Rule 2018, 443-44). Bundy always denied responsibility. When asked about this, Schaefer's response was suggestive but non- committal. He stated that, “he [Bundy] may well have killed Curran, but I don't recall him mentioning that name exactly" (Gerard Schaefer, personal communication, September 15, 1994). This response could be taken to mean that the calculating Bundy probably claimed that he had killed at least one woman on America's East Coast prior to 1974, either without naming the victim, or by providing a different name. Although the author had detailed the modus operandi-manual strangulation in addition to being beaten on the left side of her head and raped (Rule 2004, 417)—regrettably, at the time, this line of inquiry was not pursued further with Schaefer. This was because he was in the process of writing his own tome about Bundy. Schaefer hoped that this would be in print by the end of 1995, by which time my data gathering would be completed. His manuscript had the working title of "The Horrors of Bundy's Cave" (Schaefer 1994, 23)—the significance of this title will become apparent in later chapters. It was to be Schaefer's first work after acrimoniously severing ties with his previous publisher and former girlfriend, Sondra London, and finding another benefactor to publish his work (Gerard Schaefer, personal communication, September 15, 1994). Schaefer was certainly convinced that the many backstage stories Bundy shared had validity in terms of being an insight into the man's influences, motivations, desires, and perversions. Author Ann Rule claimed that Bundy told her that he had been to Vermont in 1969 on a quest to establish his illegitimacy records, even though it was in 1971 when they had the conversation, later causing Rule to wonder whether the latter year was when he had in fact been there (Rule 2018, 445). Further, some assert that the Burlington police know that a young woman got into a Volkswagen and was never seen again while Bundy was there (Holmes and Holmes 1998b, 130). It is worth considering that Bundy could have confessed to the Cindy Mellin or Rita Curran crimes in 1989 but elected not to, keen to maintain congruence with his public persona, which was that he began killing in 1974. Ted Bundy stood to gain nothing by confessing in detail to any crimes committed prior to 1974, and ultimately did not, save for the brief mention of a hitchhiker murder from 1973 (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 349), holding to his front stage impression management strategies. The closest he ever came to acknowledging responsibility for pre-1974 crimes in a front stage sense was during a phone call to former girlfriend Liz Kloepfer in February 1978. Relating this to detective Bob Keppel after Bundy's final arrest in Florida, she claimed he said: "during '71 and '72 and '73 it was taking up more of his time” (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 239). Bundy never actually specified what "it" was, but the implication certainly seems sinister. From a realist view there are certainly cases in which he could have been a logical suspect. So far, it has been noted that according to my prison informants, Bundy was definitely responsible for at least one homicide prior to 1974, that of Cindy Mellin. (Some of these pieces of information from McKenna were immediately significant, but others took several years to make sense of, for various reasons.) The "Miller'' reference also becomes important in trying to document his narrative of violent crimes. A seventeen-year-old girl named Jeanette Miller went missing from Bundy's home state of Washington in the same year as Cindy Mellin. She was last seen on September 16, 1970 on a bridge in Arlington (doenetwork.org). This was very close to home indeed for Bundy-only forty miles north of Seattle, where he lived at the time. As with so many Bundy victims, her remains have never been found, and she is still regarded as a missing person. Intriguingly she is never included as a Bundy suspect, as the official start date of 1974 for Bundy's murders retains hegemony many years after his execution. This is despite the fact that Liz Kloepfer found him in possession of a crowbar that same year (Kendall 1981, 103–4), a weapon he sometimes used to render victims unconscious in cases during 1974. There is certainly no available evidence to indicate that in 1970 and 1971 Bundy was killing young women at the same frenetic rate as in 1974 and 1975. However, there is enough in his backstage prison discourse to, at the very least, raise suspicions that he may well have been the killer responsible for a variety of homicides committed in that period. Ted Bundy may have blended one of his crimes to fit in with another killer's crime spree occurring at the time. As he was a voracious reader of detective magazines, it is quite possible that he would be informed of murder sprees occurring in both Washington and other states. He was so cunning that this could not be ruled out as a possible explanation for Carol Valenzuela being found where she was, in the same general area as Jamie Grissim. Even if Warren Forrest was responsible for her murder, it is still likely that Bundy did kill Carol Valenzuela, which would mean Bundy deliberately involved himself in a pre-existing murder area. The deliberate blending of a crime with those of another killer is certainly possible. After all, both informants specified that Bundy killed hitchhikers, not just college girls. When he killed transients, he would invariably rob them of their cash and possessions (McKenna 1992, 12). There were times when he did not need to use a credit card to travel as he was solvent as a result of stealing from his murder victims. Some of the distances he traveled were enormous, but there was sufficient cash to do it and not leave a plastic trail, essentially rendering him a phantom. The frequent killing of hikers was a significant silence during his lifetime, and it was part of his preferred identity privately, revealing his ability to opportunistically shift from one victim type to another while confounding the authorities regarding this behavior. Cold cases are difficult to solve (Moore 2011, 29). The difficulty for investigators, however, is that there may have been instances where Bundy paid for expeditions by using cash, meaning that there would be no trail for police to follow. It was once the usually meticulous killer became arrogant and cavalier by using credit cards to purchase gas that investigations into his activities were made easier for detectives tracking his movements in the months before his first arrest in August 1975 (Rule 2018, 171). Factoring in Bundy using cash to pay for his homicidal excursions into California could certainly take the victim count comfortably into the fifty-plus realm. This possibility will be advanced in later chapters. Based on the narrative Bundy gave Schaefer, it makes more logical sense to look at missing persons cases from that era than it does to look at unsolved murders. This is because Bundy only on some occasions left the entire bodies out to be found. With his fondness for necrophilia (to be addressed later), he preferred to store his victims away so he could revisit them undisturbed, and often would not dispose of them until putrefaction had set in (Gerard Schaefer, personal communication, January 21, 1994). During putrefaction or decay, a very offensive odor is given off (Henry 2004), a smell so unpleasant that not even he could endure it. The Volkswagen Bundy had a particular fondness for this make of car, ultimately owning two Volkswagens. He obtained his first car in 1966, a 1958 Volkswagen bug (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 57), and later bought a brown Volkswagen in 1973 (Kendall 1981, 43). This second was a 1968 model, which he owned until October 3, 1975 (Multiagency Investigative Team Report 1992). There is only one known exception to his using Volkswagen's usage while committing murders, which was when he used a white pickup truck for his Labor Day move to Utah in September 1974, albeit with the Volkswagen tied behind it (Rule 2004, 105-6). He owned the Ford pickup until November/December 1975 (Multiagency Investigative Team Report 1992). Other elements of his "official" series of murders were particularly intriguing. Bundy was certainly traveling huge distances by road prior to 1974, and the Volkswagens he so adored are the source of another mystery in relation to his abductions. This was the question of the passenger seat, which has been removed, a mystery with relevance to the murders, although its significance was somewhat elusive. The seat removal had double significance according to the backstage account Bundy gave Schaefer. A potential victim had noted the front seat missing from the car in April 1974 (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 23), and police noticed it was absent at the time of his August 1975 arrest in Utah (Rule 2004, 139). Some assumed that this was because it made it easier to hide a victim after abduction. Ted Bundy told a detective that it was easier to "carry cargo" if the seat was removed (Leyton 2003, 88). This was partially correct; however, the seat was removed to serve another, equally cunning purpose. This modification was necessary because Bundy had to keep washing the smell of urine out of the seat, as a result of some victims being strangled in the car. Several, particularly hitchhikers, were murdered several hours after being abducted, as they were driven to remote mountain areas where they could be killed at Bundy's leisure. When victims were strangled in the car, urine would seep through their clothing and onto the passenger seat (Schaefer 1993a, 10-11; Schaefer 1995, 126). In some cases, removing the seat made the crime easier to enact, while in others it was part of evidence reduction behavior to allay suspicion. Given that it was absent at his first arrest, and on its side on the back seat (Rule 2004, 139), it is possible that he killed a victim during August of 1975, though the victim is unknown. (To Be Continued…)

I have finally bought a kindle version of the book: A Dramaturgical Approach to Understanding the Serial Homicides of Ted Bundy: Impressions of Murder by author Bernard East! I will make a summary in these upcoming weeks! Unfortunately, it has security for copying the file :( But, I will try to screenshot everything and upload it later as a pdf file 🕵️ 🕮 Chapter 1 The FBI also took a keen interest in Gerard Schaefer, particularly agents Roy Hazelwood and Robert Ressler. Hazelwood claimed that Schaefer was "easily the cleverest of the record- keeping sexual sadists" that he had studied (Michaud and Hazelwood 1999, 229). Having visited a psychiatrist, the “fantasies” recovered from his mother's house were covered by doctor-patient confidentiality, which meant that they could never be used as legal evidence against him (Michaud and Hazelwood 1999, 229-30). The Florida newspapers called Schaefer "the Sex Beast," claiming that he kidnapped hitchhikers who he then drove to remote locations deep within the Florida swamps. The authorities believed that once there, he would erect a stepladder under a tree limb, and force the naked victim at gunpoint to mount the ladder. The victims were told to drink beer and urinate then Schaefer would place a noose over the victim's neck, throw the rope over a tree limb, attach the other end to the car's front bumper, put the vehicle in reverse and back away slowly until the noose lifted the woman away from the ladder, hanging her. Detectives believe that he would have sex with the dead body, and then bury the corpse nearby. Police also believe that he would return to the scene, disinter, and have sex with the corpse (Michaud and Hazelwood 1999, 229). Not all his potential victims were hitchhikers. For example, Deborah Sue Lowe, aged thirteen, who disappeared from Pompano Beach, Florida on February 28, 1972 is believed by her family to be one of Schaefer's victims. According to her brother James, at some point Schaefer had worked with Deborah Lowe's father (Scouten 2011). Schaefer was indeed highly intelligent and quite articulate, most able at presenting truly shocking. For example, Schaefer wrote that the remains of two of Bundy's victims went missing from police custody in Washington State. This sounded too incredible and bizarre to possibly be true, yet a search of newspaper articles revealed that the remains had indeed gone missing. Whether they had been lost or stolen depended upon the source: the police claimed that they were mistakenly cremated. In 1987, King County, Washington paid US$224,000 to victims' families to settle lawsuits, as a result of King County officials acknowledging the loss of the remains of Janice Ott and Denise Naslund in 1984 (Ith and Guillen 2001). The devastation this caused the victims' families was unimaginable. Denise Naslund's mother, Eleanor Rose, gained little comfort from the successful litigation. She would ultimately bury an empty casket (Cooke 1989) Kenneth McKenna The seeds of Kenneth "Mad Dog" McKenna's criminal career were set quite early. The son of an unmarried sex-worker, he never knew who his father was. By his own admission, He grew up in a "bad" home environment in which his mother entertained clients in the apartment that the two of them shared. Because of this dysfunctional milieu, he was on the streets at all hours as a child. His entry into the crime world came after leaving school at the age of fourteen. He became a "numbers" runner for the Irish Mob on the South Side of Chicago, which he did until the age of sixteen (Schaefer 1993b, 36). Numbers, a type of daily lottery conducted in the ghetto areas of urban centers, is traditionally associated with organized crime. A runner was someone who had to carry money and betting slips between betting parlors and headquarters (Markoff 2017, 65). He started managing or “running" sex-workers at sixteen years of age and was a “whoremaster” in charge of several at the age of twenty-one. His appetite for violence began early. He once claimed to Schaefer to have killed several people by the time he turned twenty-one. His claim was that some were men who died in gang shootouts while the others were prostitutes who had overstepped the boundaries of "his" working girls, or committed the unofficial crime of “bogarting,” as he called it, meaning to selfishly appropriate something for oneself. McKenna ultimately moved to Florida permanently in the late 1950s to be clear of the chronically troubled Chicago area and its gang wars at the time His employer then became notorious mob boss Santo Trafficante (Schaefer 1993b, 36). Trafficante, head of the Florida Mafia based at Tampa, had myriad criminal interests, including bolita (numbers) rackets, arson, and murder for hire (Deitche 2004, 19). Drugs were another specialty, with the Florida mob being involved in marijuana and cocaine trafficking and Trafficante was also a major importer of heroin (Deitche 2004, 73, 135-36, 197-99). McKenna's criminal career, in service of Trafficante, allegedly included contract murders. He seemed knowledgeable regarding the 1982 slaying of a Caporegime (Captain) from the Colombo crime family, Caesar Vitale, particularly memorable, as Vitale's wife was also killed in the "hit" (Schaefer 1993b, 37). Gerard Schaefer described his physical appearance as "enough like Charles Manson physically to be considered a twin" (Gerard Schaefer, personal communication, October 12, 1994), so he was not the  most nondescript of men. It was possible to suspect McKenna of much but linking him directly to anything was another matter entirely. Once in the Florida State Prison, McKenna was put to work as a "runner," which entailed delivering food to the inmates on Death Row, in an area then known as Q-Wing (McKenna 1992, 11), or more informally to fellow inmates, in the "bug" wing (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 276). McKenna characterized this section as being populated by a variety of "maniacs," but it was to be a fruitful area for him (McKenna 1992, 10). It was here that he had the opportunity to have a variety of illuminating conversations with his old acquaintance, Ted Bundy. Chapter 2 COLD CASES The first cold case partially relates to a victim who was unidentified for many years. A deer hunter found the remains of two women in rugged countryside between Olympia, Washington, and the Oregon border in October, 1974. One was identified as Carol Valenzuela, aged twenty. She vanished from Vancouver, Washington on August 2, 1974 (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 43). The second victim was between 5'5" and 5'7" in height, aged between seventeen and twenty-three and to have weighed about 125 pounds (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 43). The gravesites of Carol Valenzuela and the unidentified girl were located near large logs, and the bodies were found about one hundred feet apart. For many years, the victim found with Carol Valenzuela remained unidentified. She was finally identified as Martha Morrison, seventeen, last seen on September 1, 1974 (Prokop 2020). Another significant, potentially related case is that of Jamie Grissim, who disappeared on December 7, 1971, from Vancouver, Washington, after attending school. Her purse, ID and some other belongings were found in 1972 alongside a rural road near Battleground, Washington (Trost 2017). This was approximately one mile from where Carol Valenzuela and Morrison were later recovered (charleyproject.org). She disappeared from the same town as Carol Valenzuela three years later, and was probably also killed in Clark County, as were both Valenzuela and Morrison. Warren Forrest emerged as the prime suspect in the deaths of Jamie Grissim and Martha Morrison. A native of Vancouver, Washington, he was a former Varsity President who went on to serve with the US Army in Vietnam. Forrest worked for the Clark County Parks and Recreation department, which meant he was familiar with the dumping area in question. Ultimately, he was convicted of the murder of Krista Kay Blake (Prokop 2020). Warren Forrest has been incarcerated since 1978, serving a life sentence. In 2017, DNA evidence obtained from a dart gun that Forrest had used in an attack on another woman was linked to Morrison (Tilkin 2020). Kenneth McKenna confirmed that Ted Bundy "definitely" killed Valenzuela (Kenneth McKenna, personal communication, July 12, 1994). Gerard Schaefer endorsed this by stating that by August 2, 1974, Bundy had killed thirteen women for the year (Schaefer 1994, 23)—the date of Carol Valenzuela's disappearance. His lawyer, John Henry Browne, also claims that he admitted that he killed a woman from Vancouver, Washington, in August of 1974 (Browne 2016, 83). Of course, this is problematic if it was Bundy who had killed Valenzuela and Forrest who killed Morrison. There is no evidence that Bundy and Forrest were known to each other. Had Bundy deliberately left a victim in the general vicinity of Jamie Grissim's belongings based on his knowledge of the case and area from detective magazines? Had Forrest then returned to his own pre-existing dumping ground a month after Valenzuela had been left there? I asked McKenna if he had any idea who the then-unidentified woman near Valenzuela was. It was not until 2004, and after substantial research, that verification came as to the name of the girl Bundy gave to McKenna in reference to the then anonymous Jane Doe. McKenna wrote that if he remembered correctly the victim's first name was "definitely Cindy and the surname sounded like Mueller or Miller, but was neither" (Kenneth McKenna, personal communication, July 12, 1994). This is one piece of information that, if established, would definitely lend credence to anything else these informants had reported. This information was the basis of many fruitless internet searches between 1995 and 2004. However, the reward eventually came while examining a missing person's website called the Doe Network-the discovery of a case in the state of California—that of Cindy Mellin, a result of scrolling through disappearances according to geographic location and working backwards from 1974 in each of the American states. Cindy Mellin, aged nineteen at the time, disappeared from a parking lot in Ventura, California, 68 miles from Los Angeles, on January 20, 1970. She was employed at a local department store in the Buenaventura Shopping Centre. After finishing work that evening, she was seen with a tall, slim man aged 35-40 (Bundy was twenty-three at the time but tall and slim is consistent with his appearance), who was helping to change a flat tire on her car. The man drove a light-colored car (Ybarra 2016). After this sighting Mellin was never seen again. When her father later checked her car, he found that the flat tire remained attached and it was still up on the jack. One of the car's tires had been deliberately punctured with a sharp instrument (doenetwork.org; charleyproject.org). Intriguingly, Bundy had speculated that he had experimented with disabling distributor caps or letting the air out of tires, adding that the woman would be grateful for the appearance of a friendly stranger. However, he claimed that this method didn't work as others would also appear to help (Michaud and Aynesworth 2019, 69). Contrast this to a woman named Vikky whose car was deliberately disabled by Bundy in Seattle in May 1974 via tampering with the distributor cap (Rule 2018, 539–41), indicating that, contrary to what he told his biographers, he was indeed using these techniques for years after he claimed to have ceased doing so. It is possible that this Ventura College coed and part-time salesperson was clubbed on the back of the head with the tire iron Ted Bundy was using to "help" her and she was spirited away in Bundy's car, a noted and favorite modus operandi (MO) of his in the mid- 1970s. Another example of him doing this was the abduction of Georgann Hawkins in Seattle in June 1974. Exactly how Cindy died, and where, was not specified. Of course, it was never Cindy Mellin in this location. However, a key insight into the psyche of Bundy is that this would also have been his insurance, impressing McKenna with having murdered a victim whom he was never suspected of having killed. Even if McKenna had shared this information, Bundy knew that the crime could not be linked to him as it was not Mellin left next to Valenzuela. This demonstrates how Bundy would occasionally blend elements of truth and falsehood even with his closest associates, so that if they betrayed him, their contentions could be denied and plausibly refuted. Despite these inconsistencies, it is probable that Bundy was responsible for the death of Cindy Mellin. The multiagency task force noted that he was actually still living in California at 1252 15th Avenue, Marin County for some of 1970 (Multiagency Investigative Team Report 1992), meaning he could definitely have been in the area at the time. The year 1971 led to multiple suspicions emerging. Ted Bundy was a suspect in the death of Joyce Le Page, aged twenty-one of Pasco, who disappeared from her Washington State University campus apartment in July 1971. She had been camping in Stevens Hall while it was being renovated, and was found stabbed to death, rolled in a carpet at Wawawai Canyon, southwest of Pullman. The WSU student had last been seen on July 21 (Spence 2014).  Another mystery relates to a homicide a mere two days earlier. On July 19, 1971, in Burlington, Vermont (Bundy's birthplace) Rita Curran was murdered. Rita, aged twenty- four, was a teacher at Milton Elementary School. She was murdered at Brooks Avenue in a downstairs apartment via strangulation (Rule 2018, 443-44). Bundy always denied responsibility. When asked about this, Schaefer's response was suggestive but non- committal. He stated that, “he [Bundy] may well have killed Curran, but I don't recall him mentioning that name exactly" (Gerard Schaefer, personal communication, September 15, 1994). This response could be taken to mean that the calculating Bundy probably claimed that he had killed at least one woman on America's East Coast prior to 1974, either without naming the victim, or by providing a different name. Although the author had detailed the modus operandi-manual strangulation in addition to being beaten on the left side of her head and raped (Rule 2004, 417)—regrettably, at the time, this line of inquiry was not pursued further with Schaefer. This was because he was in the process of writing his own tome about Bundy. Schaefer hoped that this would be in print by the end of 1995, by which time my data gathering would be completed. His manuscript had the working title of "The Horrors of Bundy's Cave" (Schaefer 1994, 23)—the significance of this title will become apparent in later chapters. It was to be Schaefer's first work after acrimoniously severing ties with his previous publisher and former girlfriend, Sondra London, and finding another benefactor to publish his work (Gerard Schaefer, personal communication, September 15, 1994). Schaefer was certainly convinced that the many backstage stories Bundy shared had validity in terms of being an insight into the man's influences, motivations, desires, and perversions. Author Ann Rule claimed that Bundy told her that he had been to Vermont in 1969 on a quest to establish his illegitimacy records, even though it was in 1971 when they had the conversation, later causing Rule to wonder whether the latter year was when he had in fact been there (Rule 2018, 445). Further, some assert that the Burlington police know that a young woman got into a Volkswagen and was never seen again while Bundy was there (Holmes and Holmes 1998b, 130). It is worth considering that Bundy could have confessed to the Cindy Mellin or Rita Curran crimes in 1989 but elected not to, keen to maintain congruence with his public persona, which was that he began killing in 1974. Ted Bundy stood to gain nothing by confessing in detail to any crimes committed prior to 1974, and ultimately did not, save for the brief mention of a hitchhiker murder from 1973 (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 349), holding to his front stage impression management strategies. The closest he ever came to acknowledging responsibility for pre-1974 crimes in a front stage sense was during a phone call to former girlfriend Liz Kloepfer in February 1978. Relating this to detective Bob Keppel after Bundy's final arrest in Florida, she claimed he said: "during '71 and '72 and '73 it was taking up more of his time” (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 239). Bundy never actually specified what "it" was, but the implication certainly seems sinister. From a realist view there are certainly cases in which he could have been a logical suspect. So far, it has been noted that according to my prison informants, Bundy was definitely responsible for at least one homicide prior to 1974, that of Cindy Mellin. (Some of these pieces of information from McKenna were immediately significant, but others took several years to make sense of, for various reasons.) The "Miller'' reference also becomes important in trying to document his narrative of violent crimes. A seventeen-year-old girl named Jeanette Miller went missing from Bundy's home state of Washington in the same year as Cindy Mellin. She was last seen on September 16, 1970 on a bridge in Arlington (doenetwork.org). This was very close to home indeed for Bundy-only forty miles north of Seattle, where he lived at the time. As with so many Bundy victims, her remains have never been found, and she is still regarded as a missing person. Intriguingly she is never included as a Bundy suspect, as the official start date of 1974 for Bundy's murders retains hegemony many years after his execution. This is despite the fact that Liz Kloepfer found him in possession of a crowbar that same year (Kendall 1981, 103–4), a weapon he sometimes used to render victims unconscious in cases during 1974. There is certainly no available evidence to indicate that in 1970 and 1971 Bundy was killing young women at the same frenetic rate as in 1974 and 1975. However, there is enough in his backstage prison discourse to, at the very least, raise suspicions that he may well have been the killer responsible for a variety of homicides committed in that period. Ted Bundy may have blended one of his crimes to fit in with another killer's crime spree occurring at the time. As he was a voracious reader of detective magazines, it is quite possible that he would be informed of murder sprees occurring in both Washington and other states. He was so cunning that this could not be ruled out as a possible explanation for Carol Valenzuela being found where she was, in the same general area as Jamie Grissim. Even if Warren Forrest was responsible for her murder, it is still likely that Bundy did kill Carol Valenzuela, which would mean Bundy deliberately involved himself in a pre-existing murder area. The deliberate blending of a crime with those of another killer is certainly possible. After all, both informants specified that Bundy killed hitchhikers, not just college girls. When he killed transients, he would invariably rob them of their cash and possessions (McKenna 1992, 12). There were times when he did not need to use a credit card to travel as he was solvent as a result of stealing from his murder victims. Some of the distances he traveled were enormous, but there was sufficient cash to do it and not leave a plastic trail, essentially rendering him a phantom. The frequent killing of hikers was a significant silence during his lifetime, and it was part of his preferred identity privately, revealing his ability to opportunistically shift from one victim type to another while confounding the authorities regarding this behavior. Cold cases are difficult to solve (Moore 2011, 29). The difficulty for investigators, however, is that there may have been instances where Bundy paid for expeditions by using cash, meaning that there would be no trail for police to follow. It was once the usually meticulous killer became arrogant and cavalier by using credit cards to purchase gas that investigations into his activities were made easier for detectives tracking his movements in the months before his first arrest in August 1975 (Rule 2018, 171). Factoring in Bundy using cash to pay for his homicidal excursions into California could certainly take the victim count comfortably into the fifty-plus realm. This possibility will be advanced in later chapters. Based on the narrative Bundy gave Schaefer, it makes more logical sense to look at missing persons cases from that era than it does to look at unsolved murders. This is because Bundy only on some occasions left the entire bodies out to be found. With his fondness for necrophilia (to be addressed later), he preferred to store his victims away so he could revisit them undisturbed, and often would not dispose of them until putrefaction had set in (Gerard Schaefer, personal communication, January 21, 1994). During putrefaction or decay, a very offensive odor is given off (Henry 2004), a smell so unpleasant that not even he could endure it. The Volkswagen Bundy had a particular fondness for this make of car, ultimately owning two Volkswagens. He obtained his first car in 1966, a 1958 Volkswagen bug (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 57), and later bought a brown Volkswagen in 1973 (Kendall 1981, 43). This second was a 1968 model, which he owned until October 3, 1975 (Multiagency Investigative Team Report 1992). There is only one known exception to his using Volkswagen's usage while committing murders, which was when he used a white pickup truck for his Labor Day move to Utah in September 1974, albeit with the Volkswagen tied behind it (Rule 2004, 105-6). He owned the Ford pickup until November/December 1975 (Multiagency Investigative Team Report 1992). Other elements of his "official" series of murders were particularly intriguing. Bundy was certainly traveling huge distances by road prior to 1974, and the Volkswagens he so adored are the source of another mystery in relation to his abductions. This was the question of the passenger seat, which has been removed, a mystery with relevance to the murders, although its significance was somewhat elusive. The seat removal had double significance according to the backstage account Bundy gave Schaefer. A potential victim had noted the front seat missing from the car in April 1974 (Michaud and Aynesworth 1989, 23), and police noticed it was absent at the time of his August 1975 arrest in Utah (Rule 2004, 139). Some assumed that this was because it made it easier to hide a victim after abduction. Ted Bundy told a detective that it was easier to "carry cargo" if the seat was removed (Leyton 2003, 88). This was partially correct; however, the seat was removed to serve another, equally cunning purpose. This modification was necessary because Bundy had to keep washing the smell of urine out of the seat, as a result of some victims being strangled in the car. Several, particularly hitchhikers, were murdered several hours after being abducted, as they were driven to remote mountain areas where they could be killed at Bundy's leisure. When victims were strangled in the car, urine would seep through their clothing and onto the passenger seat (Schaefer 1993a, 10-11; Schaefer 1995, 126). In some cases, removing the seat made the crime easier to enact, while in others it was part of evidence reduction behavior to allay suspicion. Given that it was absent at his first arrest, and on its side on the back seat (Rule 2004, 139), it is possible that he killed a victim during August of 1975, though the victim is unknown. (To Be Continued…)

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