Then No One Can Have Her (11 page)

Jim took them into the guesthouse and showed them the artwork Carol had stored there, telling them to take their pick. Ruth was under the impression that this was not the good stuff in her portfolio, but the discards.

“I feel free to give you any of this that you want,” he told them.

Debbie, Ruth and John each chose several pieces. Debbie hung hers in her office and home, where she also displayed the dried wildflowers she'd picked from the pasture behind Carol's house that day.

“Jim just seemed like a sweetheart and talked about her with great sadness and great care for her, and like the rest of us, [he] was convinced that Steve did this,” Debbie recalled. “[He] felt like he knew a lot about the ins and outs of that marriage and I think he expressed some fear . . . some desire to get out of there pretty quickly. He as much as indicated there was no telling what Steve was capable of.”

While they were standing outside the guesthouse, they saw some of Steve's family pull up. Debbie felt as if they were being spied on.

“It felt like they were giving us space, but keeping an eye on what was going on,” Debbie said.

“We were afraid to walk out with [the artwork] in case someone was watching,” Ruth said, so Jim offered to mail the pieces to them.

Debbie exchanged e-mails with David Soule for a couple of weeks after the murder.

“He just said, ‘I'm devastated. I thought she was the one I was going to spend the rest of my life with,'” she recalled recently.

The feeling was apparently mutual, because Carol had said the same thing. “I'm so incredibly happy,” she told Debbie. “He's working on this sailboat, and when it's finished, we're going to go on this Caribbean cruise and it's going to mark the start of the rest of my life.”

David was about the same age as Carol. He had dark hair and a graying beard, and “looked like a really kind soul, [with a] great face,” Debbie said. “He had to lick his wounds and remove himself from” the situation in order to heal.

In his e-mails to Debbie, he described the altar to Carol that he'd built on his kitchen table, with some pieces of her artwork and a lit candle. Debbie did the same thing, burning a candle for two weeks next to some of the jewelry and silk bags Carol had made for her.

“She just filled my life and so many other lives with her touch and her efforts,” she said.

 

 

Debbie wasn't kidding when she told Steve that she thought Carol was going to come to her in a dream and tell her what had happened. Debbie did dream about Carol a number of times, and Steve showed up as well.

One of her most vivid dreams came after talking with Detective Brown in the weeks after Carol's death. She was riding in a car with Steve and another person, who was driving, and they had to stop in a place that felt dangerous. Steve walked up to people and “was handing out crisp big bills. He was paying people off that killed Carol.”

Debbie met a female psychic, who had been involved with solving crimes, and told her that a friend had been killed.

“I'm just getting this sense that somebody was paid to kill her,” the psychic told Debbie, suggesting that she tell the detectives to check Steve's bank records for a possible payment.

Debbie's husband didn't think she should bother the police with her dreams or the psychic's remarks, but Debbie wanted justice to be served, and to help however she could so the killer didn't get away with this.

“It's not all about justice,” Debbie said. It was also about wanting Ruth, the girls and “Carol's spirit to be okay.”

 

 

Devastated by Carol's death, Jim Knapp went on an e-mail blitz with his friends—and Carol's—spreading his suspicions that Steve was to blame. In one e-mail he mentioned something about Steve grabbing Carol by the hair.

Katherine, who spoke to him several times a day after Carol's death, didn't like that Jim was copying Katie and Charlotte on the e-mails, and told him so. Sally Butler told him the same thing.

“He was blasting their father. I mean really, really blasting their father, and this was two days after their mom's death,” Katherine recalled.

When she e-mailed him back to say,
Listen, take them off, these are children,
Jim wrote back, sarcastically recounting how Carol had always spoken
so
highly of her, and he was
so
sorry he'd offended her. This time he copied dozens of other people, apparently trying to embarrass her. He subsequently apologized and Katherine wrote it off to his being distraught with grief.

Sally talked to the girls about Jim's claims, but they said the only violence they'd ever seen was the one time Carol threw a box at Steve during an argument. Sally told investigators she thought Jim's e-mails to her seemed a bit obsessive, calling himself Carol's “loves,” and saying Sally didn't know him the way he did.

Several weeks after the murder, Steve showed up unannounced at the Van Gogh's Ear gallery with a moving van full of Carol's artwork. He said he was preparing the Bridle Path house for sale, so he had to clear out all of her belongings, including every piece of art she'd ever done.

John Lutes, one of Van Gogh's co-owners, got a frantic call from his daughter, who was working alone at the gallery that day. He drove straight over to oversee the unloading and was overwhelmed by the massive collection of items Steve had brought. Steve had not only delivered Carol's artwork, he'd brought anything even related to her art: “All her incomplete work, sketch pads, every single bit of everything she'd ever done, and he just dumped it,” John recalled later.

For John and the other co-owners, this seemed like a suspicious and telling move. “Two weeks and we all thought he'd done it,” he recalled in 2014. “There were just stacks and stacks of things in portfolios . . . hundreds and hundreds of pieces of art.”

John felt nervous and uncomfortable at the prospect of dealing with so many pieces, not wanting to turn away Carol's creations and works in progress, but not really knowing what to do with them, either. It was her life's work, essentially. And the gallery was now faced with the task of inventorying the cache for sale.

“This was a really weird thing, but I didn't want to refuse a home for her art, because you wouldn't have wanted him, if we refused it, to go take it to the dump,” John said. “She had shown her art with us for years, and she had been a personal friend for years, and so we wanted to curate her art in the proper way and in a way to benefit her daughters.”

Part of John's discomfort stemmed from Steve's demeanor, which was so businesslike and matter-of-fact about the whole transaction, a marked contrast to the spirit and power of Carol's work.

“You felt like he was expunging her or extricating her or washing his hands of everything that was personally her,” John recalled. “He didn't show any emotional attachment to the work at all. And the work itself was very emotional . . . any feeling she had, feelings, bright spots in dark areas. It was about her passions, her fears . . . where the joys came from. Love.”

They ultimately drafted an agreement stating that all proceeds would go to Katie as the estate's executor, and she would share them with Charlotte. Steve didn't seem interested in the money for himself.

At that point Joanne Frerking, Carol's friend and another gallery co-owner, began the daunting task of inventorying and pricing the pieces. She put them into several categories—signed, salable, and neither, as well as those the girls might want. Then she invited Katie and Charlotte to take the ones they wanted, which weren't many.

“I never had any idea there was so much,” Joanne said. “She was so prolific.”

When Detective Brown interviewed Katie again on August 7, this time her lawyer, Chris Kottke, was present. They discussed the upcoming garage sale Jake had mentioned, and the one or more golf clubs that Carol may have had at the house.

“I believe my dad had said that he had given her either her golf clubs or one of his because he didn't need them anymore,” she said. “I thought that he had given her one, but I personally didn't know that.”

“You never saw it or anything?”

“ No.”

Brown explained that they could not find any such club at the house. They were trying to figure out what had become of it and what brand it was. But Katie didn't know.

Katie expressed concerns about Jim Knapp being such an odd duck, that he'd been allowed back into the house before the detectives had finished collecting evidence, and that he was spreading strange stories about her mom and dad that she'd never even heard before.

“It made me sad, because at one point, I really did feel he was a nice, normal guy that was just my mom's friend out at the property,” she said. “The word around town had always been that he had a crush on my mom. That's totally fine if people are, you know, normal about it.”

But, she went on, Jim had been leaving bizarre messages on her phone, “where he sounds, like, drunk. . . . He sent one e-mail that was, like, ‘You know I'm sure your dad is screening your e-mails, that's why I can't get through,' and I'm, like, ‘My dad's not screening my e-mails.' And we heard that he was talking to the neighbors and making the neighbors say things, like, ‘Everyone knows that Steve beat Carol when she was pregnant.' We didn't even live [at] that house when my mom was pregnant.”

In a small town gossip travels fast, so it was sometimes difficult to discern the source and veracity of these stories. They carried more weight when they came directly from Carol's own mouth.

 

 

As Detective Brown interviewed Carol's friends in the weeks after the murder, he heard several accounts that she'd been scared of Steve and feared for her personal safety.

Don Wood, who had known both Carol and Steve, reported that she'd called and e-mailed him that “she was in fear for her life,” although she never described a specific incident where Steve did her any physical harm. Don added that he and Carol didn't have the kind of relationship where she would confide that sort of thing to him, although she did request that if anything happened to her, Don should look into it. He told Brown that “Steven had hacked into Carol's e-mails and read some of the correspondence.” When Brown confronted Steve about this claim, Steve said Carol had “duped” Don into believing that she needed to fear her estranged husband.

Andrea Flanagan, a former student who had done some house- and pet-sitting for Carol, and had taken care of the girls over the years, told Brown that Carol had complained recently that Steve had broken into her house one night.

She freaked out on him and told him that it was totally inappropriate since he had been out of the house for such a long time,
Brown wrote.
Steven had apparently bought Carol some Thai food when he came over. He just broke in and actually startled her. Carol said that she was very angered by it and it had really scared her. . . . Flanagan could not recall how specifically he broke in, but thought it had been through a window.

Several weeks after Andrea's first interview with Brown, she followed up with another recollection that echoed Don Wood's, about Carol's claim that Steve had hacked into her e-mail account and read her messages.

Carol had been very upset that he was doing this,
Brown wrote.
Shortly after this was happening, Carol's computer crashed.
Andrea said Carol thought Steve was getting through the windows she'd left open and the doors she'd left unlocked.

Such stories only bolstered investigators' suspicions that Steve was their killer.

 

 

In turn, Steve's fears of arrest grew as investigators seemed to be focusing on him as their primary suspect. Not surprisingly, this created a “very, very tense environment” at the condo, as Charlotte later testified.

Charlotte was not only deeply grieving her mother's murder, but she also felt a constant trepidation about the ongoing investigation into her father. “It felt awful,” she said, noting that their home environment “was sad and stressed and anxious, pretty much constantly.”

After detectives seized Steve's cell phone on July 3, he gave Charlotte his credit card to buy some “pay-as-you-go” phones at Walmart—the kind where users can pay for calls by the month or a certain number of minutes rather than entering a long-term contract. The GoPhones also can't be traced or monitored by law enforcement.

Spurred by his fears, Steve developed a plan to flee to a destination far, far away. But because the detectives had also seized his passport, he had to apply for a new one. He wasted no time, submitting the request on July 11.

Investigators later learned that he had lied on the application. In the space asking for details of the loss or theft of his previous passport, Steve wrote:
Don't know for certain. It is simply missing from my file at home and we cannot find it.
The
U.S.
State Department issued him a new passport on July 16.

On July 25, which would have been Carol's fifty-fourth birthday, Steve asked Charlotte to buy him a handheld GPS global device from REI while she and Jake were in Phoenix to pick up her cousin at the airport. The cousin was flying in for Carol's private memorial service, but ended up missing Charlotte and taking a shuttle to Prescott because of a miscommunication.

As Charlotte and Jake were returning home from Phoenix that night at eight-fifteen, they got into the rollover accident she mentioned at the service the next day. They were driving in Carol's Acura MDX on northbound Interstate 17 when they suddenly came up on a bucket that had fallen into the road. A truck, hauling something and traveling behind another car, swerved into their lane to avoid the bucket and almost sideswiped the Acura. Charlotte swerved into the dirt median to avoid the car, causing the Acura to skid and spin around, cross two lanes, crash into the opposite shoulder and roll over. The car was totaled. Jake ended up with a torn ligament in his shoulder; Charlotte suffered a minor concussion and some scrapes. Steve later managed to collect $22,000 from Carol's insurance company for the totaled Acura, even though it was deemed her property during the divorce and was part of her estate.

As part of his escape plan, Steve also bought a motorcycle on August 2, and loaded several locked metal suitcases, designed to fit the bike, with all kinds of provisions. Those locked cases, which he stored at Katie's apartment in Scottsdale, contained a DVD of Mexico street maps, $15,000 in cash, and a large waterproof “dry bag,” containing beef jerky, energy bars, a loaded handgun and two loaded magazines. He gave one of the GoPhones to Katie, who was working full-time on the Obama campaign for college credit at the time.

“To be quite honest, I think I put that phone in a sock drawer and tried not to think about it,” Katie testified later.

Meanwhile, Charlotte and Jake discussed her ongoing concerns that Steve was going to leave town and disappear. Steve had even given her a code word—“raspberry”—to warn him that the police had come to the condo, looking for him.

Charlotte also expressed her fears in her journal. In one entry, dated August 16, she wrote,
My dad's considering running. If he gets caught I'll never get to hug him again.
She wrote that she didn't want to live with Katie in Los Angeles and finish her high-school education there, because she couldn't leave Jake.

 

 

As investigators searched through Steve's computers and Internet browser history, they found some suspicious and incriminating activities.

On February 7, 2008, Steve had installed a computer program known as the Anonymizer, which, when engaged, hides Internet searches so they can't be traced, and masks a user's IP address by sending it through an encrypted secure tunnel between the user's computer and a proxy server. The program can also make the user anonymous. Anyone trying to track the user by his IP address will be directed back to the proxy.

Other functions allow the user to try to remove any traces of his computer activities from the operating system by deleting temporary files, tracking of websites he has visited, along with cookies, cached files and browser history.

Steve reinstalled the program on March 30. Independently, Steve also had his computer's browser history set at zero days, meaning that it wasn't supposed to keep any record of his browsing activity.

Steve may not have known, however, that the program doesn't permanently delete these files, it only clears a space that can be overwritten if needed. Or that the program doesn't stop the user's computer from keeping an Internet search history. Or that when the program “deletes” the history, it isn't a “secure” deletion, because that information isn't removed from the hard drive.

So, despite all of Steve's security measures, Paul Lindvay, a detective with the Arizona Department of Public Safety's Computer Forensic Unit, was still able to find a partial record of Steve's Internet browsing history.

Assisted by Detective Brown, Lindvay ran a series of keywords through a copy of Steve's hard drive—
suicide, homicide, insurance, hitman, invisible, fugitive, disappear
and
books.Google.com
—where he found a number of Steve's Google searches, contained in his daily browsing logs.

In between playing around on Facebook on June 1, three days after the divorce was finalized, five of Steve's searches and the websites he visited caught investigators' attention.

Around noon that day, he searched for
payment of life insurance benefits in the case of homicide,
then did a handful of similar searches between seven and seven-thirty that night:
tips from a hitman on how to kill someone, how to stage a suicide, how to kill and make it look like suicide
and
how to make a homicide appear suicide
.

Lindvay also found a folder on Steve's computer titled, “Book Research,” which was created on December 23, 2007, at 6:28
P.M
., and contained eighteen files. The last time a file in that folder was written or changed before the murder was May 10, 2008. Only one file was changed in the days after the murder, on July 5. Many of them were accessed on June 1, 2008, the same date as the Google searches, but no changes were made, which could simply indicate the computer did a virus search.

In that folder was a diagram that showed a homicide in a back room with some furniture tipped over, which, as prosecutors would later point out, was “strikingly similar to the office that Carol Kennedy was found in.”

Later, at trial, an Anonymizer executive testified that Steve's account—using the username “jamiebob44” and linked to his Gmail account—was accessed on June 30, July 1 and July 2, 2008, and was not used again until August 17.

Lindvay testified that one of the links took Steve to a page for a book titled
Practical Homicide Investigation,
from which he viewed a page depicting a staged crime scene, then made it a cached file.

Steve's computer also showed searches for motorcycle gear and equipment on June 1, and that he accessed a site called Writing-World.com, at 7:21
P.M
., right after searching for the hit man tips and staging a suicide, and right before his search for making a homicide appear like a suicide.

Although the defense later described Writing-World.com as a site for mystery-novel writers, the site would be more accurately described as one for amateur writers and authors of any genre who are interested in getting started. The site features various links for career tips aimed at aspiring freelance writers, ads for hiring editors and consultants, as well as articles on grammar and how to write and self-publish books.

The defense also noted that Steve also had a book on his shelf that was titled,
No Plot? No Problem. A Low-Stress, High-Velocity Guide to Writing a Novel in 30 Days.

When Lindvay acknowledged that some of Steve's computer searches went to adult websites with pornographic material, the defense tried to suggest that Steve had his browser-history setting on zero because he was viewing porn while his sixteen-year-old daughter was also living in the house.

But the bottom line was that investigators never found any actual writings by Steve—no short stories, no chapters or any partial drafts of any mystery novel.

A series of Steve's computer searches and actions concerning carbon monoxide gas and suicide raised another red flag, especially when compounded with the other incriminating searches, which prosecutors later deemed “probative of premeditation.”

In March 2008, he searched for
use of carbon monoxide in suicide
and a business plant safety plan. Carbon monoxide is known as “the silent killer,” because people have been found dead in their homes from undetected leaks in gas ranges and heating systems that have emitted this odorless, colorless and poisonous gas.

Steve's phone records also showed that on March 3 and 14 he called the chemical company Matheson Tri-Gas, which sells gas in bulk and delivers liquid gas to customers by truck. That same month he obtained a federal employer identification number (EIN), a prerequisite to purchase carbon monoxide.

In his “Book Research” folder, Steve stored paperwork related to these searches, including Web pages and his EIN confirmation. He also kept spec sheets from another gas distributor called Praxair, listing its Phoenix area locations, its various cylinder sizes and information for a gas safety plan. Additionally, he kept spec sheets and forms for carbon monoxide and dichlorobenzene, halocarbon 14 and C318, different gas cylinder sizes and portable compressed gas canisters.