Serial Killer Investigations (27 page)

The murders had started, Hansen said, with Joanna Messina, the woman he had met in a town called Seward. She was living in a tent in the woods with her dog, waiting for a job in a cannery. Hansen had struck up a conversation with her and taken her out to dinner. Afterwards, they went back to her tent, near a gravel pit, where Hansen hoped she would be prepared to let him stay the night. When they were in bed, she told him she needed money. His natural cheapness affronted, he called her a whore and shot her with a .22 pistol; he then shot her dog, destroyed the camp, and dumped her body into the gravel pit.

According to Hansen, he was violently sick after the murder. Not long afterwards, he picked up a prostitute and asked her if she would fellate him. She agreed, and they drove out along the Eklutna Road. Then, according to Hansen, she became nervous and ran away; when he gave chase, she drew a knife. He took it from her and stabbed her to death. That was how the unidentified corpse known as ‘Eklutna Annie’ came to lie in a shallow grave, to be dug up by a hungry bear.

With this victim Hansen did not feel nauseated. In fact, he said, when he looked back on the murder, he experienced an odd pleasure. He then began to fantasise about how enjoyable it would be to hunt down a woman like an animal. Like so many other serial killers, Hansen had discovered that murder is addictive.

Over the next three years he drove about sixty prostitutes out into the wilderness and demanded oral sex. If the woman complied satisfactorily, he drove her back to Anchorage. If not, he forced her to strip at gunpoint, then to flee into the woods. When the hunt was over and the woman lay dead, he buried the body, and made a mark on a map—he even tried to guide officers back to some of the murder sites, but had usually forgotten exactly where they were. Once, when they were hovering over Grouse Lake in a helicopter, he pointed down. ‘There’s a blonde down there. And over there there’s a redhead with the biggest tits you ever saw.’

John Douglas, who travelled to Anchorage to help the police, makes a penetrating remark about Hansen. ‘[Prostitutes] were people he could regard as lower and more worthless than himself.’ This was Hansen’s problem—a deep sense of worthlessness that could only be transformed into self-esteem by exercising his power over someone he regarded as lower than himself. And, as Douglas says, hunting a naked female through the snow would have been the ‘ultimate control’.

This lack of self-esteem is a recurrent characteristic of serial killers, and explains cases that otherwise seem baffling. It can be seen clearly in another case that was ongoing at the time Hansen was killing: ‘the .22-Caliber Killer’, or ‘Buffalo Bill’—a nickname that would be borrowed a few years later by the crime novelist Thomas Harris for the killer in his
Silence of the Lambs.

On 22 September 1980, two black youths stopped at a supermarket in Buffalo, New York, where one of them intended to cash his pay cheque. When he returned to the car, his companion, 14-year-old Glenn Dunn, was slumped in his seat, shot in the head. A nurse who had entered the supermarket a few minutes earlier had noticed a slim white man in a hooded T-shirt sitting outside, as if waiting for a lift; he was carrying a brown paper bag. Glenn Dunn proved to have been killed by a .22-caliber bullet. It was the first of four shootings that occurred over 36 hours. The following day, Harold Green, 32, an engineer, was shot in the temple as he ate in his car outside a fast food restaurant in nearby Cheektowaga. That night, Emmanuel Thomas, 30, was killed in the same neighbourhood as he was crossing the road with a friend. The following day the .22-Caliber Killer moved farther a field, to Niagara Falls, and shot Joseph McCoy, 43, in front of a church.

Since all of the victims were black, there was anger in the black community, and much criticism of the police.

Two weeks later, on 8 October, the killings took an even more bizarre twist. An abandoned taxicab was found on a construction site in the Buffalo suburb of Amherst. A police patrolman found an empty wallet under the driver’s seat, and the licence of Parker Edwards, 71. In the trunk they found Edwards, his skull smashed in. The killer had also cut out his heart.

The next day another black taxi driver, Ernest Jones, 40, was found on the bank of the Niagara River, his heart cut out of his chest. His cab, also covered in blood, was found two miles away.

The following day, 10 October, a strange incident occurred in the Buffalo General Hospital. Just as visiting time was nearly over, a white man in a baseball cap enquired for the room of Collin Cole, 37, an inmate of the local jail who was recovering from a drug overdose. A nurse on her rounds saw the visitor strangling the struggling Cole with a ligature; the attacker fled, but Cole reported that he had snarled, ‘I hate niggers.’

The Behavioral Science Unit was consulted, and John Douglas travelled to Buffalo. His feeling was that the .22-Caliber Killer was a man who felt he had a mission to kill blacks. Douglas surmised that he was the kind of person who might join a right-wing hate group. Just possibly, such a person, with his ‘group’ mentality, might join the military, but would probably soon be discharged because of failure to adjust. Such a person, Douglas said, was often a loner until about the age of 28, when he was likely to explode. Such men were obsessed by weapons and often had a large gun collection.

Nevertheless, the crimes showed him to be rational and organised.

The heart-remover killer was disorganised and pathological, someone whose hatred had probably been building up over several years. And unless he had undergone a sudden deterioration after the shootings, he was not the same person.

For two months, there were no more killings in the Buffalo area.

On 22 December, four blacks and one Hispanic were stabbed to death in Manhattan over a 13-hour period by a killer who was dubbed the ‘Midtown Slasher’. The first victim, John Adams, 25, was knifed by a white assailant at 11.30; he recovered. At 1.30, Ivan Frazier, 32, was attacked by the other passenger in a subway carriage, but deflected the blow with his arm. The man fled. At 3.30, messenger Luis Rodriguez was attacked by a man who demanded his wallet; when he fought back, the man stabbed him twice; he later died. Around 6.50, the victim was Antoine Davis, 30, stabbed in front of a midtown bank; he also died. So did Richard Renner, 20, stabbed about 10.30 on 59th street. Around midnight, the killer stabbed another subway passenger, Carl Ramsey, who succeeded in dragging himself up to street level before he died.

The .22-Caliber Killer had changed his modus operandi. On 29 December, Wendell Barnes, 26, was stabbed in Rochester, and died; the next day in Buffalo, Albert Menefee recovered from the knife wound that nicked his heart. On 1 January there were two separate attacks, but both victims, Larry Little and Calvin Crippen, survived.

The case apparently went cold again for several months. Then the Buffalo police received a call from the army’s Criminal Investigative Division in Fort Benning, Georgia. A 25-year-old army private, Joseph Christopher, whose home was in Buffalo, was in the hospital under guard. On 13 January he had tried to slash a black GI, and been placed under restraint. He had then attempted to castrate himself. And he had told the medical offer attending him, Captain Dorothy Anderson, that he had killed black men in Buffalo and New York.

Police went to his mother’s home, and in his bedroom found the sawed-off rifle used in the original shootings, and clothes that matched those reportedly worn by the killer. Christopher was found to be mentally competent, and was sentenced to 60 years. The psychiatrist who examined him was amazed how closely Christopher fit Douglas’s profile, even to the collection of weapons—which Christopher had inherited from his father.

Christopher had joined the army on 13 November but was on leave from 19 December until 4 January when he had launched his second murder spree. In an interview with Buffalo journalists after his conviction, Christopher estimated that his murder spree had cost at least thirteen lives.

Asked about the heart-removal murders of the two black taxi drivers, Christopher neither confirmed nor denied them.

Douglas remains convinced that these two murders are not part of the sequence, because their modus operandi is so completely unlike that of the earlier shootings. It could be argued that the use of a knife connects them to the Midtown Slasher crimes, and that the mutilations of the taxi drivers reveals the same ‘signature’—hatred of blacks—as all the other crimes.

Chapter Eleven

The Atlanta child murders lasted from July 1979 until June 1981, reached a figure of 21 (or 29, depending on which estimate you prefer to believe), and ceased with the arrest of the chief suspect, Wayne Williams. Roy Hazelwood and John Douglas were both called to Atlanta to work on the murders, and it was a suggestion by Douglas that led to Williams being detained for the first time.

The case began, almost unobtrusively, on 28 July, 1979, when a woman searching for empty bottles to recycle for cash noticed a disgusting smell near some roadside undergrowth in a slum neighbourhood of south-western Atlanta, Georgia. When she noticed a leg sticking out of the tangle, she reported her find to the police, who uncovered the body of 14-year-old Edward Smith. He had been shot in the head with a .22-caliber gun. The last time he had been seen was a week earlier, when he left a skating rink after meeting his girlfriend there.

The buzzing of flies led the police to another body, 50 feet away in the woods—another black youth, Alfred Evans, 13, who had disappeared four days earlier. Partial decomposition made it hard to determine the cause of his death, but it could have been strangulation.

The boys were friends, although they lived in different parts of town. There was no sign of sexual assault upon either boy, but Smith’s football shirt was missing; so were his socks. Evans was wearing a belt that was not his own. In each case, this could imply that the boys had been undressed.

Because both victims were black, even the double murder failed to attract widespread attention. The police hinted that the deaths were ‘drug-related’.

Milton Harvey, 14, lived in a pleasant middle-class neighbourhood in north-west Atlanta, a far cry from the slums in which Evans and Smith lived in. On 4 September, Harvey cycled to the bank on an errand for his mother, and disappeared. His bicycle was found a week later on a deserted dirt lane.

On 21 October 1979, a neighbour asked nine-year-old Yusuf Bell to fetch her a box of snuff. Yusuf, the son of an ex-civil rights worker, Camille Bell, was an unusually gifted child whose hobby was mathematics, and who read encyclopaedias for recreation. He also disappeared, and was reported to have been seen getting into a blue car. This time, the event stirred up some media excitement, since Camille Bell was a well-known figure in the Mechanicsville neighbourhood where she lived, and made on-air pleas to the abductor to release her son. A week later, a decomposed corpse was found near College Park; it proved to be the missing Milton Harvey. Then Yusuf’s body was found stuffed into the crawl space of an abandoned elementary school. He had been strangled. Although he had been missing for ten days, it was clear that he had not been dead for more than half that time. His clothes had been cleaned, and the body washed. His funeral became a media event, with black leaders and politicians in attendance. They all promised a full investigation of Yusuf’s death. His had not yet been linked to the three other boys’—although Camille Bell and her friends saw a definite connection.

In early March 1980, a 12-year-old black girl, Angel Lenair, was found tied to a tree with panties that were not her own stuffed down her throat; her hymen had been broken and minor abrasions to the genitals suggested sexual attack, but police concluded that she had not been raped. It was difficult to assess whether this murder was related to the other killings, since the assumption was that the killer—now known to black children as ‘the Man’—was homosexual. Cause of death was strangulation by an electrical cord.

The day after Angel’s body had been found, ten-year-old Jefferey Mathis left home to buy cigarettes for his mother from a nearby store; he also vanished. After his family had searched all night his mother rang the missing person’s department, but they paid little attention, the assumption being that a missing child was probably a runaway. But a witness later reported seeing the child get into a blue car, possibly a Buick.

The vanishings continued. On 18 May, Eric Middlebrooks, 14, received a phone call at 10.30 at night and, grabbing his tools, told his foster mother that he was going out to repair his bike. His bludgeoned body was found early the next morning. On 9 June 12-year-old Christopher Richardson disappeared on his way to a swimming pool in nearby middle-class Decatur.

A seven-year-old girl, LaTonya Wilson, was carried from her bedroom during the early morning hours of 22 June presumably by someone who knew the house well. Like the murder of Angel Lenair, authorities assumed that this abduction had no connection to the previous disappearances and deaths of young boys.

The day after Wilson’s kidnapping, the body of ten-year-old Aaron Wyche was found under a railway bridge in DeKalb County; police said he had died of an accidental fall, but his parents insisted he was terrified of heights; a second autopsy concluded he had died violently.

Although the Atlanta police department was receiving its share of criticism for its inability to solve any of these murders, in mid-June, the Deputy Chief Morris Redding had decided to consult the Behavioral Science Unit at Quantico. When Roy Hazelwood arrived in Atlanta, the police were still insisting that the murders were unconnected, citing the high crime rates in their city. Hazelwood had immediate experience of the high Atlanta crime rate when his wallet was stolen before he could even leave the airport, and he had to borrow $200 from a friend at the Atlanta FBI.

His review of the murders so far left him convinced that a serial killer was at work, although he doubted that the two girl children were his victims. A few of the murders struck him as possible copycat killings. But his most important conclusion was that the killer was black. As he took a drive with black officers in an unmarked car through one of the neighbourhoods from which children had disappeared, people stopped whatever they were doing to stare at him; obviously, a strange white man would have been noticed instantly.