13 Year Old Girls Missing- Found Murdered

[Palehorse]

It is MUCH clearer when you hear it on a good set of speakers.

Apparently it is a loop of that one instruction. No word on whether there is any more, but my assumption is that if the girl had the presence of mind to take a picture of the guy, she also had record on for a long time. They may very well have an entire recording of what transpired. . . 

This sick son of a bitch needs to be caught NOW! 

[Palehorse]

The police are not entertaining any questions on the matter, and they are holding as much information as possible from the public.

They are hoping the guy will spout of to someone about details only he and they know about the case, and that the reward will entice the person he spouts off to, to drop a tip and his name. . .

[Palehorse]

Each hour that ticks by decreases the likelihood that this asshole will be caught. The picture has already been enhanced, so obviously the kid did not have a high end phone.  (Another thing for the parents of tweens and teens to think about when they decide to get their kid a phone. Get the best one you can afford).

My guess is he's already in Florida. . . 

[Locutus]

Okay, I put the earbuds in and I can hear him clearly saying, "Go down the hill." 

[Locutus]

Each hour that ticks by decreases the likelihood that this asshole will be caught. The picture has already been enhanced, so obviously the kid did not have a high end phone.  (Another thing for the parents of tweens and teens to think about when they decide to get their kid a phone. Get the best one you can afford).

My guess is he's already in Florida. . . 

Hey now!  Don't be sending this asshole my direction. 

[Palehorse]

Hey now!  Don't be sending this asshole my direction. 

Only place I'd be sending him is straight to the lake of fire. . . I cannot help it if these idiots just seem to naturally migrate to Florida! 

https://www.youtube.com/v/uRaZWK_MwHY

[Palehorse]

The police have said they have a video recording of the suspect as he followed the girls, in addition to the audio recording.

[Palehorse]

I'm betting that is why the picture is so poor. It's a frame capture from a video.

One would think they could improve on it in this day and age. The FBI especially. . .

[Locutus]

I really hope they find this guy too, but like you, I'll bet he's mile from there by now, especially if he's some sort of drifter. 

[Palehorse]

I really hope they find this guy too, but like you, I'll bet he's mile from there by now, especially if he's some sort of drifter.

I don't think he is a drifter. His clothing is too clean and appropriate for the area. Camo ball cap, boots, jeans. . . Only thing that strikes me as out of place is the fanny pack; and to me that is a sign he's not really what he is trying to appear to be. . .

My guess is he's a serial killer that just appeared on radar. He has likely done something similar to this before; and he will do it again. Only somewhere else.  .  . Whatever method he used to kill these girls, his supplies are in that fanny pack. (And perhaps even in his left front pocket of his jeans. It appears to be either an oversized cell phone or a pocket holster for a firearm.) 

[Locutus]

I've wondered several times if that guy was out specifically hunting for a victim or victims, or if he just chanced upon the girls and it became a crime of opportunity.

[Palehorse]

I've wondered several times if that guy was out specifically hunting for a victim or victims, or if he just chanced upon the girls and it became a crime of opportunity.

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Unknown but I also wonder about that. Predators like that are frequently opportunists, and if they feel safe in the environment they strike. 1:00 on a Monday afternoon likely means there weren't very many people home, and those that were likely were asleep for the night shift. (If they aren't retired or unemployed). Combine that with a remote location and it is a formula for this kind of thing to happen.

The sad  thing is the lack of that kind of crap in Central Indiana is what attracted me to this area 20 years ago. Unfortunately it appears it has arrived.  Ironically it is worse in Illinois though, especially around the metro Chicagoland area.

A guy I went to elementary and high school with, (while we were in 9th grade), killed my younger sisters best friend. . . I had several paper routes back then when I was 14 years old, and as a result I was always up early; usually before most anyone in the neighborhood except the bread lovers who frequented the bakeries at 6:00am.

Sonia was at our house that evening and had dinner with us. She was a very attractive young girl, and nature had been very kind to her. I knew her brothers well, as I played sports with them, so as a result we kind of hung out at times. By the time she was leaving to walk home, I asked her if she'd like me to walk with her. She declined and said "I'll be alright. Nobody's going to bother me."  Against my better judgement I said goodnight to her, and watched her out of sight.

The next morning I was up at 4:30am, folding papers and then took a quick shower before hopping onto my bicycle to run my routes. I had a small radio that I kept in the bathroom, so I could listen to music while I got cleaned up, and hear the news. I was getting dressed when a bulletin came across reporting that a young woman had been found murdered within the overnight hours and an investigation was under way. They gave the cross streets and when I heard them I rushed to my bike, grabbed the bags and strapped them on, and pedaled my ass as hard as I could to that intersection.

It was routinely the ending spot of my route, so I just thought I'd have a look around and just run it in reverse. I pedaled around the intersection and it didn't take me long to spot the crime scene.

Back then the local LEO's and Detectives used polaroid cameras to document crime scenes, and I saw a TON of the negatives from those shots sitting on the ground in the alleyway. I picked every single one of them up and shoved them into the pocket of one of my bags, without looking at them. You could see where the woman had laid as the blood had pooled and was just left for the property owner to clean up. (You have to remember this was pre- HIV and Bio-Hazard legislation). Once I'd had a good look at the scene I began my routes.

As my mind ran through what I had just seen and heard on the radio, a couple of things came to mind; My friend Marty lived on the third floor of the apartment building that is right across the alleyway from the crime scene, and of course, I wondered if Sonia had made it home safely. . .

As I tossed my last paper onto the porch of my customer, I decided to ride back by that area again to see if I could spot Marty outside so I could ask him about it. As fate would have it Marty was outside with his dog, so I swung over to say hello and ask him what he knew about that blood in the alley. He told me that his mother had taken the trash out when they arrived home from a late movie and thought it was a store dummy someone had thrown out onto the apron of the garage across the alley. She was going to go pick it up but when she got closer she saw the blood and ran back into the house screaming to call the police someone was dead in the alley. And it was a girl. Marty said he'd watched the cops from his bedroom window for several hours, then went to bed.

By the time I arrived home the news had already broken, and Sonia's parents were at the house. They had told my parents and my sister, and as I rolled up her brothers came in on their bikes right behind me, and told me. I was shocked and devastated. They said the cops did not know who had done it, so they were wanting to talk to anyone that had seen her.

Dad loaded us all into the car and we went straight to the police station. The detectives on the case were good friends of my father's and so I felt very comfortable talking to them. One of them asked me why I didn't just walk with her anyway, and I told him she was adamant about it, saying her brothers would start teasing her that she had a boyfriend. I also told him I didn't like it and had watched her out of sight.

He asked me if I knew the route she would typically take from our house to hers, and I told him I did, and I road with him along that route in the car. In the front seat. He said he didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea about me.

Her usual route would take her past the community center, which was closed most evenings unless there was a softball tournament going on. Or hockey in the winter. The "shortcut" was to walk straight across the field and cut through the back parking lot, under the bridge, then just a coupe of more blocks to her house. She usually took that shortcut when it was late. It was late when she left that night.

He then asked me if I knew who the usual bunch of malcontents were that hung out in that parking lot at night. I did. My sister's "boyfriend", Chuck, and a small handful of others. I gave him all the names I knew, and he wrote them down. He asked me if I knew where they all lived, which I did and provided him with that info too. Then he took me straight home and told me to tell my dad what I had told him. (I did).

In all the commotion I had forgotten about those negatives, so when I got home I eventually remembered them and asked my dad to come out to the garage as I had something I wanted to show him. I pulled the negatives out of the pocket and we started looking at them, and eventually dad grabbed them all away from me and said I didn't need to look at that kind of thing. But I'd seen more than enough by that point.

They had raped and mutilated her in that alleyway, biting off her nipples, and shoving her own hairbrush into her vagina untold number of times; then left her there to bleed out and die. They had taken broken soda bottle glass and carved chucks out of her legs and torso as well. She had to have been dead when they did all of that because she would have screamed bloody murder. But no one had heard a thing.

That same evening we were shocked to see the police at my sister's "boyfriends" house. They had a search warrant and discovered the clothing he had worn during her rape and murder, shoved into a floor drain in the basement. Her blood had soaked the clothing.

The next day Chuck was arrested as well and charged with the very same crimes. They found the clothing he had worn under an old mattress in the alley behind his house. (His mother wrote his name on all his clothes so it was an easy connect the dots). Her brothers were frothing at the mouth to get to them. After the trail and with each of them being sentenced to Statesville Prison for 25-life, it didn't take long for their anger to boil over.

One of them told me he was going to rob a liquor store with a stolen gun, and get caught on purpose. He wanted to be sent to the same prison so he could kill both of those guys for what they had done. I didn't believe him, but he did exactly that. It took him a year or two to get close enough to them, but he eventually did it. And they died horribly as he eviscerated them both with a prison shank, and they bled out on the floor, spilling their entrails out along the way.

I never liked either one of those guys, and my sister and I had numerous arguments over the fact I thought her boyfriend was a murderer. (I thought this because I saw him tie a cats front paws to a fence and then grab it by its back paws and slice it's belly wide open.) I hated that asshole from that point on.

Chuck and I had been sent to the deans/principal's offices numerous times over the years, for fighting each other. I hated that asshole too, and it didn't take much for me to just start kicking his ass. It wasn't just me, but he and I fought so often, every time he turned up with a busted lip or nose, or blackened eye, I always was asked if the two of us had been fighting again.

I was devastated by what had happened that night and the following day. My sister was unconsolable for weeks, but from that point on she gave great weight to any "feedback" I gave her surrounding any guy she was dating; and she dropped a few like a hot skillet in a bare hand over it too.

Dad took the negatives and gave them to his detective buddies, and gave them an earful for leaving that kind of stuff laying around.

And as it turned out, those two were also eventually charged and convicted with another young girls murder in town, that had happened the previous fall. (They found her panties in the dresser of one, and her bra in the dresser of the other; among other things.) And the other malcontents were responsible for their being identified and convicted, as the police had asked them each, Hey did you guys see Sonia over here last night?  Most them responded by telling them who she had left with and what direction they were headed in. . .

Kids. If kids can do such horrific things imagine how horrendous and adult can be. . . Or imagine how much worse a kid like them would be if they are not caught early. . .

[Locutus]

What a story!

[Palehorse]

What a story!

And people ask me why I ever left Chicago. . . That shit is real. I lived it. Every single word of it is truth. You just cannot make that kind of shit up; and if you can you're in the wrong business and should be giving King and Koontz competition. 

I wish I could say this was the only grisly event I was witness to in my formidable years, but it isn't. Not by a long shot. . . I've been sprayed with the brain matter of a good friend at least a couple of times, seen people purposely run over by a motor vehicle, and witnessed stabbings and craniums being beaten in with baseball bats and chains. And that was before I was out of high school!

It is a wonder I made it to 18 years of age now that I think about it.    Hell, I once went off a bridge in a Vega on senior cut day, and into a river during a snow storm. . . (No I wasn't driving). Emerged without a scratch. . . We both did. . .

[Anne]

If any of you remember the little MacKenzie girl who was murdered about 20 years ago, she was killed by a very young person, I think he was 12 or 13. He had molested her then when she threatened to tell he pretty much stomped her to death. They had to have two trials, first one was a hung jury. One of the jurors said he didn't think a child should be convicted of murder even if he did it. My grandson was in the same class at school, Southview. They were in first or second grade. It took awhile for him to get over being afraid of 'the big boys.