How did you travel?
We left the house and I took the train on 9th Avenue and 14th Street. We went to Sedgwick Avenue and I forget just how we did it, but we transferred from there to Van Cortlandt Park. There we took the New York and Putnam Branch, 4368 New York Central Railroad, to Worthington, New York, Westchester County.
And that makes it that you arrived in Worthington about what time?
We arrived there, I guess, about a little after three. Walked all the way in from Worthington to Elmsford, there was a trolley car at that time running into White Plains.
When you got off the train at Worthington, you had forgotten the package [containing the cleaver, knife, and saw], is that right?
Yes, it was wrapped up and stood up in striped canvas and stood on its end, leaning up against the window side of the car, we were both almost out of the train and the girl happened to look back; she said "You forgot your package" and she ran back and got it.
Did you tell her what was in it?
We walked up the road to a two-family house.
Was it occupied?
No; empty; it still is empty. Outside was a field of wildflowers, and I said, "You play out here in the yard while I go in." So I went in and I opened this package and spread it out on the floor. I expected to be spattered up with blood, so I took off my clothing, put them in a closet.
How was she dressed?
When we left her house she had on a blue coat, light pale blue hat, underneath that was a white dress, underwear, shoes, and stockings.
What kind of shoes did she have on?
White shoes and stockings pure white....On the way up to the house, it was kind of warm, so I said, "Take off your hat and coat." She did. I rolled the hat under the coat and put it under a rock, the water had formed an aperture running down the hill to put a package there.
That was on the way up.
Then I went to the window and called the little girl, Grace, to come up. When she got to the top of the steps, one flight up, she appeared to be kind of frightened and started to run back. I grabbed her and she said she will tell her Mama, so I took her into the room and choked her to death, and I cut the body up into three pieces. I tried to drink the warm blood but it made me sick.
What made you kill her, choke her and kill her?
I had been reading a lot of cases of children being kidnapped, that Bobby White case, I recalled that and several other cases; then I had a brother who served five years in the navy, United States Navy, was honorably discharged, and he used to relate to me when I was quite small-he was the oldest of my mother's seven children, Walter H. Fish was his name is, he had been to China when there was famine, when they were using human flesh for food. He used to tell us a lot of these things, and that got into my head.
Did you commit any rape on her?
Never entered my head.
What tools did you use to kill?
The knife to cut her throat, yes, and chopped her with the cleaver.
Did you use the saw?
I separated the joints, the arm joints, the leg joints, and had to do two boilings. I think I used four boxes of Soilex for each one, put in the upper portion of the body and boiled that for about two hours and then the lower portion for another two hours. The Soilex removes all the flesh, turns it into a jellylike substance and it just rinses off. Then I laid the clean bones in a light bleach solution, left them there for a day and spread them out on either newspaper or cloth and let them dry for about a week in the bedroom.
"Like an addiction, you keep craving something that is harder, something which gives you a greater sense of excitement. Until you reach a point where the pornography only goes so far, you reach that jumping off point where you begin to wonder if maybe actually doing it would give you that which is beyond just reading or looking at it." -Ted Bundy
It’s cold and gloomy here in New York, but that’s okay because the weather fits my mood-gloomy. Dad, the world is getting dark now. I can feel it more and more. The people, they are developing a hatred for me. You wouldn’t believe how much some people hate me. Many of them want to kill me. I don’t even know these people, but they still hate me. Most of them are young. I walk down the street and they spit and kick at me. The girls call me ugly and they bother me the most. The guys just laugh. Anyhow, things will soon change for the better.
Daniel Jay Barney was a rapist and robber who made number 374 on the FBI’s most wanted list on March 10th, 1981. He and his brother would find single women, break into their apartments, and rape them for hours on end. On April 19th, 1981, Daniel Barney chose the wrong apartment to break into. Around 5am, he broke into a Denver condominium and found a couple in bed; 28 year old Paul Debroeck and his girlfriend. Barney bound Debroeck and took his girlfriend into another room to rape her. However, Debroeck, was able to cut himself loose with a small blade in his key chain and fled the scene, calling for help. What followed was a two hour standoff which ended in Barney pointing his .38 at his own chest and pulling the trigger.
Above is a mugshot of Boston gangster, Carmen Raymond Gagliardi, who shot and killed Joseph F. Lenzi in April of 1967, who was a North End bartender and gangster groupie. After a high speed pursuit, Gagliardi and two others fled the vehicle, leaving the body behind. Carmen was then put on the FBI’s top ten most wanted list. The feds would end up tracking him down for the next 20 months, until he was caught on December 23, 1968 at his mother’s house in Medford, Massachusetts. Interesting Fact- His brother was a Medford police officer.
The first picture is of the Northcott Ranch where Gordon Northcott raped and murdered several young boys in the 30’s. It is located at 3660 Wineville Avenue, Mira Loma, CA. Just had the chance to stop by today. Do not trespass as it is a current residence of someone’s and is not an abandoned property. They say the original chicken coop is still on the property but I didn’t see it. The second picture is what it used to look like.
This newspaper clipping of a 1947 article tells the story of an estranged husband, Morley Vernon King, who killed his wife, Helen King, and stuffed her corpse in a trunk. He then fled a couple days after and room service discovered the body in the trunk under the back porch. He was caught by FBI agents in Philadelphia using the alias “William Wilson”.
King could say “I hid my wife’s corpse in a trunk under the porch” fluently in four different languages.
7 number of women who have appeared on the list
6 number of fugitives who have appeared on the list twice
37.4 average age of a top tenner
5’10” average height of a top tenner
168.5 average weight of a top tenner
316 average number of days fugitives spend on the list
2 shortest fugitive run, in hours
6,800 longest fugitive run, in days (and still counting)
11 number of the FBI has made a “special addition” to the Top Ten Most Wanted list, pushing the number above 10
16 the most fugitives to ever appear on the Top Ten list at once
13 number of fugitives captured thanks to magazine articles
3 number of fugitives captured thanks to radio broadcasts
21 number of fugitives captured thanks to TV shows
134 number of fugitives captured thanks to tips from the public
9 number of fugitives killed during capture
10 number of fugitives who died before capture
21 number of fugitives who surrendered before capture
25 number of fugitives captured in foreign countries
47 number of states where fugitives have been captured (missing states: Alaska, Maine, and Delaware.)
1,000 average number of miles from the crime scene from where a fugitive is arrested.
In September, I recieved an official list of all the things that had been collected from Jeff’s apartment. Sixty-nine separate sheets, all of them headed POLICE INVENTORY, listed the residue of my son’s life.
There were the videos he had watched, some innocuous, like Blade Runner and Star Wars, some darkly suggestive, like Hellbound and Exorcist III, and still others that were grimly pornographic, Hardmen II, Rock Hard, and Tropical Heat Wave.
There were things he had read, all of it pornographic, with the exception of four books on the care of fish.
There was the music he had listened to, Motley Crue and Def Leppard’s “Hysteria”.
There were the food supplements that had strengthened him: Yerba Prima, Vita, and Anabolic Fuel, incongruously assembled with the junk food of a careless life, Doritos and Ruffles chips.
There were the things that had helped destroy him: bottles of rum and cans of beer, an alcoholic’s indiscriminate collection, Budweiser, Pabst Blue Ribbon, Miller High Life.
There were chemicals he had used to clean: Clorox bleach, Woolworth Pine Cleaner, and Lysol. There were chemicals he had used to preserve: formaldehyde and acetone. And there were chemicals he had used to kill: chloroform and ether and halcion, as well as to break down the flesh of the newly dead, Soilex, six boxes. There were even chemicals he had used to conceal the things that he had done: Odor-sorb, also six boxes.
There were utterly neutral things, suddenly made sinister: three black-handled forks, two butcher knives, a pair of chemical-resistant gloves, a handsaw with five detachable blades, and a three-quarter-inch drill.
There were ordinary things, suddenly made unspeakably perverse: barbecue sauce and a meat tenderizer.
There were the few things he used to beautify his life: an ornamental driftwood, artificial peacock feathers, and a lighted fish tank.
There were symbols of the modern world: a computer and a software manual, a guide to learning DOS, a blue-and-white laptop box cover. And there were artifacts from an ancient world: two plastic griffins and an incense burner.
There were things he had used to sustain life: a box of fish food. And the things he’d used to take it: a pair of nickel-plated handcuffs.
There were, at last, the inescapable remnants of the awesome damage he had done, each item grimly listed in the same terrible inventory:
1 Pillow White w/Light Blue Flowers w/Bloodstain
1 Pillow Black Case & Pillow w/Bloodstain
1 Bed Sheet Black Fitted w/Bloodstain
1 White Mattress Cover White w/Bloodstain
1 Pillow Case Black w/Bloodstain
1 Mattress w/Blue Flowered Pattern w/Bloodstains both sides
1. 1975 Dodge pickup, Washington license PR-5996, maroon in color with a black hood and numerous rust-colored primer spots. This pickup was known to have two canopies associated with it, one white and the other black. The truck was purchased on 6/5/77 by Gary Ridgway and totaled in an accident on 2/21/84. This vehicle has since been destroyed.
2. 1973 Plymouth Satellite, 4-door, brown in color, Washington license FRD275. This vehicle was purchased by “Girlfriend C” on 12/2/83 and sold to Gary Ridgway on 2/22/84. “Girlfriend C” was Ridgway’s girlfriend during 1982, 1983, and early 1984.
3. 1970 Dodge pickup, blue-green (aqua) in color, with a white cab-high canopy, Washington license A48731. This vehicle was later painted dark blue by Gary Ridgway. The vehicle was purchased on 7/9/81 by Gary Ridgway’s brother, Thomas E. Ridgway.
4. 1977 Dodge pickup, brown and gold in color, Washington license XS5535. This vehicle was purchased on 10/18/78 by Gary Ridgway’s father, Thomas N. Ridgway, and sold on 8/11/86.
5. 1983 Ford pickup, red and white in color, with cab-high canopy, Washington license HZ6684. This pickup was purchased on 8/11/83 by Gary Ridgway’s father, Thomas N. Ridgway, and sold on 8/15/86.
6. 1970 Ford pickup, off-white or very faded light green in color, Washington license A01419. This pickup was previously owned by “Girlfriend C” and her ex-husband, who signed off his interest in the pickup on 8/17/82 as a part of a divorce settlement. “Girlfriend C” sold the pickup on 5/7/83.
7. 1977 Ford pickup, brown in color, Washington license PZ9609. This pickup was purchased by Gary Ridgway on 4/16/84 and occasionally had a gold-and-white 8-foot camper on it.
8. 1969 Dodge Dart, 2-door, beige/brown in color, Washington license OLF212. This vehicle was purchased by Gary Ridgway on 2/13/85 from his brother, Thomas E. Ridgway, who purchased this vehicle from his brother, Gregory L. Ridgway, on 3/24/75.
9. 1992 Ford Ranger pickup, red in color with red canopy, Washington license 75935Y. This vehicle was last registered to Gary Ridgway.
10. 1992 Mercury Sable, 4-door, tan in color, Washington license 721EXO. This vehicle was last registered to Gary and Judith Ridgway.
11. 1992 Flair Motorhome, beige in color, Washington license 131EKO. This vehicle was last registered to Gary and Judith Ridgway.