The JonBenet Chronicles: Chapter One: JonBenet's Grandfather, The North Fox Island Pedophile Ring and OCCK Murders.

James "Jay" Dudley Ramsey was born on January 15th, 1916. He has been described as being very cold with everybody.  He was the  director of the Nebraska Aeronautics Commission from 1947 to 1956, subsequently became the director of the Michigan Aeronautics Commission until 1979. Jay became known as Czar Ramsey due to his "iron hand" in overseeing Michigan's airports. 

In the mid-1970's, near the end of his tenure as the MAC director, a group of wealthy Michigan pedophiles led by philanthropist Francis Shelden constructed an airstrip on North Fox Island to enable them to fly impoverish children to the island and use them as sex slaves.

Shelden was an Ann Arbor native and heir to the Detroit Edison fortune. He was an investor, a pilot, a Yale graduate, and a geologist. He was on the board of directors at Cranbrook Boarding School, and volunteered regularly at Big Brothers of America. And then in 1960 he bought an 840 acre patch of dense forest in the northern waters of Lake Michigan. Shelden claimed he intended to turn the island into a resort. 

He razed the forest to put in an airstrip, and built a sleek glass and timber home atop a dune. He paved roadways and sectioned off the land into individual parcels. But the resort never opened.

In June of 1975, Shelden incorporated an organization called Brother Paul’s Children’s Mission. Allegedly the organization was a nature and rehabilitation program for troubled youth, the organization was geared toward boys from ages 12-15, mostly from poor neighborhoods near Detroit. Shelden used government subsidies and donations from the public to fly juvenile delinquent teenage boys from southern Michigan to his private island up north for a week of rest, relaxation, and rehabilitation.

In reality, North Fox Island was being used as a base for an international child pornography ring. Shelden would take young boys from poor communities to his secluded island where his millionaire friends would fly in to help him manufacture, observe, and take part in the production of child pornography.

In July of 1976, Gerald Richards, a gym teacher at St. Joseph’s Catholic Elementary School in Dexter, was arrested for crimes against children. He was found in possession of material produced on North Fox Island, and pointed the finger at Shelden as the ringleader. 

Richards was a father of two young kids at the time, and was also a child counselor, licensed hypnotist, massage therapist and a magician. In fact, he had a “clinic,” which a few child victims described in great detail in police reports.

Shelden responded to an ad Richards placed, describing his “magic show.” The two corresponded and then met. Richards had been thinking of starting a boys’ camp and when he learned Shelden owned Fox Island.

The Church of Revelation ran an ad offering to help set up child-care organizations and camps. The Church of New Revelation was really a referral agency that distributed child porn around the country.  

Child-care sites/camps for boys were then set up under the auspices of the Church and the Foundation. These "camps" were guaranteed state and federal income tax exemptions and some state welfare departments were duped into making payments. In many cases these guys were actually getting paid by the government to rape kids and film child pornography.

"Reverend” Dyer Grossman came from New Jersey to Port Huron to help Richards set up “Brother Paul’s Children's Mission.” Grossman came from a very wealthy Long Island family and had been a science teacher at two boys schools, one of them a boarding school. Richards was the president of this newly formed Brother Paul’s and Grossman was the vice president. Richard’s wife was the secretary and Shelden was listed as a director of the corporation.

Shelden fled the country before he could be apprehended, as did the rest of his millionaire friends implicated in the scandal. An entire network of wealthy, influential men avoided prosecution for their crimes against hundreds of Michigan teenagers. Only Richards was ever sent to prison. He served two years.

North Fox Island is now owned by the state, and is advertised as a nature preserve. The infamous airstrip through the center of the island is still intact. Francis Shelden is believed to have died in the Netherlands after many years in hiding. 

The commission that Jay worked for oversaw the building of the airstrip, but it is unknown that Jay or the commission had any knowledge that it was being used for nefarious reasons. However, with how fiercely he did his job, one would think that Jay had at least a inkling of what was going on.

The island is close to Charlevoix MI, where John Ramsey would purchase a vacation home in the early 1990's and then relocate to following JonBenet's murder. Shelden and his associates also had some connections to Colorado

The North Fox Island pedophile ring was linked to the 1976-77 Oakland County Child Killer (OCCK) murders.

Starting in February of 1976, four kids between the ages of 10 and 12 years old vanished. They were held from 4 to 19 days and then their bodies were found, tossed by the sides of public roads in  Oakland County, Michigan. The children were all either strangled or shot, with the two boys having been sexually abused. There are questions whether some of the deaths were perpetrated on North Fox Island.

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Mark Douglas Stebbins was born on September 13th, 1963. 

In 1976, he was just under five feet tall, with a head of soft, red-blond hair and blue eyes. He was a likable 12 year old and a seventh grader at Lincoln Junior High School. He was a good student and a bit of a loner. He liked to read and watch television. He had lived with his mother Ruth Stebbins after his parents had split up when he was 5. Mark wanted to be a Marine when he got older.

He was last seen on February 15th, 1976 at around 12:25 in the afternoon. Mark was with his mom and her co-workers at the American Legion Hall on 9 mile and Livernois in Ferndale. There was also a pool tournament going on. Mark asked Ruth for money to go to the local hobby shop, to which she said "no" because he had already been given his allowance. Mark just simply said "okay", and that he had wanted to go home to watch a movie on tv. So Ruth said goodbye to her son and Mark then set out for the three block walk home. 

Later in the day at around 7:15 p.m. Ruth called home to check on Mark, but there had been no answer. When Ruth arrived at the house a little before 9:00 p.m. Mark still wasn't there. 10 hours after she had last seen Mark, Ruth finally called the police. 

Police began searching abandoned buildings and around every conceivable location. Ruth stayed up all night laying awake. As she lay in her bed, she kept hearing noises thinking it was Mark. For the next few days she set three places at the table in the hope that he'd come home.

At 11:40 a.m., four days after Mark had last been seen, Mark Boedigheimer was working at the Fairfax Plaza office building at 15660 West in Oak Park when he came across the child's dead body in the parking lot. He was wearing the same clothes he had been last seen in. He was curled up in a snow bank against a four-foot red brick wall that separated the parking lot from a lot belonging to the Orleans shopping center at Ten Mile and Greenfield.

He had been dead between 12 and 36 hours. He had been strangled and sexually abused with a foreign object, and had two lacerations to the left rear of his head. Rope marks were evident on both his wrists and ankles, indicating he had been bound during his captivity. Mark had been washed clean by his killer, and nails manicured, so no evidence would be left under the fingernails. His clothes were washed, dried, pressed. Then he was redressed, his shoes put back on, his coat zipped back up, and even his hood pulled up over his head on his jacket. 

Southfield police moved Mark's body before the county medical examiner had even had the chance to arrive at the scene. Mark's body had been taken to the Southfield Police Department, rather than directly to the morgue. Police then removed Mark's clothing before he was sent to the morgue. The police with the help of local psychiatrist Bruce Danto, quickly went back to the dump site, and placed a child-sized manikin dressed as Mark was at the drop-off site in an attempt to lure the killer back to the scene. No real evidence could be recovered in this crime. 

After Mark's funeral, at the exact spot where Mark had been placed, the police found a funeral card from Mark's service. 

“I didn’t recognize everyone who came,” said Ruth. “I might even have shaken hands with the killer.”

Mark's 17 year old brother, Michael, stopped studying, and started using drugs and alcohol, and had a run in with the law. Ruth was too distraught to work, and soon found herself depending on welfare, and taking Valium from time to time. 

Ruth campaigned tirelessly to warn parents of the dangers confronting their children, but her exertions do not ease her grief. “Every time a child has been killed since Mark,” she said, “it happens to me all over. I still think about it every day.”

Mark appeared to have been selected at random. No clues, no witnesses, no suspects.

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In December of 1976, 12-year-old Jill Robinson lived at 1313 Mayfield road in Royal Oak with her mother, Karol, and two sisters. 

Jill was 5 feet tall and 100 pounds with brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. She was also haunted by an inexplicable fear. 

“I know it’s crazy,” she told her mother, Karol, “but it feels like someone’s going to shoot me.” She was taken to a child psychologist, but the anxiety persisted. One night Karol found Jill on the verge of tears. “I hugged her and held on to her and we both cried,” recalled her mother.

On Wednesday, December 22nd, Karol had just gotten home from Christmas shopping and was preparing dinner and trying to get ready for church services when Jill began arguing with her over who was going to make biscuits for dinner.

Wednesdays were normally the day that girls' father would have them for visitation, but he was unable to pick them up that day. Karol thought that this was part of the reason that Jill was so upset.

Jill had refused to help out with anything and Karol became upset. She told her daughter that if she didn't like it "here" to go stand outside. Jill said something about having trouble finding her boots. Karol then said, "Jill, what i really want from you is communication."

Karol just wanted Jill to go outside and cool off, but Jill had other plans. She grabbed her blue and green plaid blanket, her "Little House On The Prairie" book and her "Nancy Drew Mystery" book and put them in her blue denim knapsack. She put on her wool cap and parka to keep warm and then took off on her purple bicycle with chrome fenders and white banana seat.

She was last seen by a family friend at about 7:30 p.m. near Tiny Tim's Family Hobby Center at 4400 North Woodward. It is believed that Jill was on her way to see her father, Tom, at his house in Birmingham.

The police thought she was likely a run away, and would turn up eventually. As a result the case wasn't worked as an abduction right away. The following day, her bicycle was found behind Tiny Tim's.
Still the police thought she was likely a run away, and weren't too worried about her. 

At 6 a.m. on the day after Christmas, a motorist was driving northbound on I-75 near Big Beaver in Troy, when they saw what appeared to be a body lying on the side of the road. He radioed his location on his CB. The Troy police went to investigate the scene.

Jill's body was lightly covered in snow with in view of the police station. The killer had laid her on her back and shot her in the face with a 12-gauge shotgun. A circle of red was around the wound like a crimson halo in the snow There were no signs of a struggle and she was full clothed and wearing the knapsack she had taken with her when she left home. However, the books were missing. Police determined that she had died at the scene from shock and hemorrhage due to the shotgun blast rather than the actual wound itself. Her time of death was between 3 and 6 a.m. There were no signs of sexual assault and her clothes were clean and well-kept.

Jill's father was angry at the police for their handling of the case. "They won't respond to what they consider a runaway for 48 hours, but she wasn't a runaway. She was a kid who got angry and stomped out of the house and got picked up by a creep." 

At one point during the investigation an officer working the case told Jill's family that he hadn't even read Jill's case file. 

"It's the small things that get to you. The hardest thing is when someone asks how many children I have and I automatically say three. I can't believe that now it's only two," said Karol.

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Kristine Mihelich was born on April 25th, 1966 to Deborah Ascroft.

It was January 2nd, 1977, and 10 year old Kristine had shiny brown bangs and was a 5th grader at Pattengill Elementary in Berkley. She was bored so she asked her mother if she could go to the store to get "Teen Super Star" magazine that featured Donny and Marie Osmond on the cover. Kristen liked to cut pictures out of magazines and put them on her bedroom wall.

Her mother was reluctant to let her make the trip, because she would have to cross Twelve Mile road to get there. Kristine was persistent and Deborah gave in. 

"I explained how to go, to wait for the light, and I told her to hurry. She promised she would,” Deborah recalled. 

Kristine left her house with $2 in hand and stopped by Hartfield bowling lanes, where her mom had once worked. Then she headed across the street to the 7-Eleven store at Twelve Mile and Greenfield in Berkeley. The clerk at the store reported that she had seen Kristine and that she did indeed purchase a magazine. It was only a 5 minute walk back to her house, but Kristine never returned.

Deborah, a twice-married divorcée, called police when Kristine failed to return in half an hour, and for 19 days kept a round-the-clock vigil at her Berkley home. She went on television to beg for her daughter’s release and, eating compulsively, put on 30 pounds. Kristine's stepdad, Tom Ascroft, downed sleeping pills every night. And Kristine's little sister, four-year-old Erica, watched her big sister's face on the television as her grandmother sobbed and her dad rush out of the house with his pistol to search for Kristine.

Neighbors raised $17,000 in hope of a ransom demand, and friends offered to mortgage their houses. 

On January 21st, mail carrier Jerry Wozny was driving on Bruce Lane in Franklin, just 6 miles from where Kristine vanished, when he saw tracks leading about 6 feet off of the road. Then he spotted what he thought was a blue blanket or a pile of clothes, so he decided to stop and investigate.

"I usually look on the side of roads. And i come up, and see tracks going in, and something blue laying there. So i stopped and backed up. And i got out of the truck and went down and looked, and i saw the knees and a hand. That's when i went back to the police station and got Mr. Wilson come over and take a look," said Wozny.

Kristine was fully clothed, in the same outfit she was wearing when she disappeared, lying on her back in a ditch with her knees drawn up. When the snow was cleared away, they could see that her that her arms were folded across her chest. She had been smothered to death less than 24 hours earlier and her body lay within view of nearby homes. There were no signs of blunt force trauma or sexual assault and no evidence of puncture wounds or mutilation. She had been cleaned, fed and manicured.

Police found footprints in the snow leading to the body, and back to the roadway where it appeared a car had stopped. Impressions of the footprints and tire tracks were taken as well as photos of the two bumper impressions left in the snowbanks on both sides of the dirt road. It seemed that the car had backed up into the snow bank, and then forward, while turning around to leave.

That night Tom drove through a blizzard to the state police outpost in Pontiac. Kristine was lying on a metal table, still covered in snow. Her body was so frozen that doctors couldn't perform an autopsy until she thawed. Tom ran to the bathroom and broke down.

"It was one of those moments where you want to hold somebody, but you can't," he says. "I couldn't touch her. I could only look at her."

Deborah  resisted seeing a psychiatrist and lost most of the weight she gained. She somehow kept working. 

“Kris was really a joy,” she said. “This is why whoever took her kept her so long. He was enjoying her company. At least this is what we have told ourselves, and I prefer not to think any differently.”


Authorities noticed similarities shared by her case and those of Mark Stebbins and Jill Robinson, and reports were released warning the public that a serial killer was possibly operating in the Oakland County area. The Michigan State Police led a group of 300 law‐enforcement agents from 13 communities in the formation of a task force, devoted solely to the investigation into the killings of the three children and find the killer before he struck again.

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Timothy John King was 4 feet tall and weight 63 pounds. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was outgoing and friendly. He liked baseball, hockey and skateboarding.

He was born on July 9th, 1965 to Barry and Marion King. He was the youngest of four children.

In 1977, 11-year-old Timothy was a 6th grader. He had discussed the subject of abduction with his family before. 

"Dad, if anybody did that to me i would run."

On the evening of March 16th, 1977, his parents were dining with a client of his father’s law firm, his two brothers were busy and his sister had a special date, but was home with Timothy. He was kinda in charge of himself that night. He had never been left home alone before, but he babysat for other kids in the neighborhood so his parents decided he could take care of himself.

At about 8:15 p.m., Timothy borrowed 30 cents from his sister, grabbed his skateboard and his football and left his home in Birmingham. He headed three blocks to the Maple-Wood Pharmacy at Maple and Woodward to buy candy. At the same time, Timothy's parents were across the street from the pharmacy at a restaurant having dinner. The clerk who sold Timothy the candy said that he left the pharmacy around 8:30 p.m. and left through the rear-end door that led to a darkened parking lot.

When Timothy's parents arrived home just before 9 p.m. he still wasn't home. Timothy's mother began calling friends and neighbors to see if she could find him.

His older brother Christopher had just gotten his driver’s license the day before. And after Timothy failed to return home, armed with a baseball bat, Christopher walked the neighborhood in search of his brother. 

Around midnight Timothy's parents called the police and reported him missing. A  intensive search covering the entire Detroit metropolitan area was conducted and police literally stopped and searched cars on Woodward Avenue in a frantic attempt to find the missing boy. 

Through tears, Timothy's father, Barry, spoke to him on TV as well as to the kidnapper.

"We love him every much, uh... wherever he is at, and whoever he is with. We want him back home. 

Well i want to say hi to Tim. Uh, we love you Tim. God bless ya'. Stay tough. Uh, if you miss Little League tryouts tomorrow, Mr. Rider said you could try out next week. Say your prayers and we are with you buddy."

Timothy's mother, Marion, also stated that she would have his favorite meal, Kentucky Friend Chicken, waiting for him when he returned. She also wrote an open letter to the killer on the front page of the Detroit News.

On the evening of March 22nd, a motorist found Timothy's body 11 miles from his home, in shallow ditch alongside Gill Road in Livonia. His little skateboard was nearby. He was fully clothed in the red nylon shirt, dark green corduroy Levis and white sneakers he had been wearing when he disappeared. His hands and feet were bound and he had been sexually assaulted with a foreign object and suffocated. His death occurred sometime between 6 p.m. and 8 p.m. His last meal, which was fried chicken, was eaten two hours before he died.

Two witnesses described a mutton-chopped young man they had seen talking to Tim by a blue Gremlin with white stripes in the drugstore’s parking lot. Investigators created a profile based on witnesses' descriptions of the man seen talking to Timothy. I was theorized that he was a white male aged between 25 and 35 with a dark complexion, shaggy hair and sideburns. 

A psychological profile was drawn by experts who studied the murders. According to the profile, the killer is of above‐average intelligence and education, a white man who has a compulsion for cleanliness and who is sot involved with drugs or alcohol. He is believed to be in the white‐collar class, possibly a professional or someone in a position that suggests authority, whose job gave him freedom of movement and made him appear trustworthy to children. He was familiar with the area and could keep children captive for long periods of time without rousing neighbors' suspicions.

Police hoped the killer might show up at Tim's funeral, so they camped in the balcony of the chapel and enlisted ushers to scan the pews for anyone matching the police sketch. Tim's body lay in a little white coffin adorned with his bat and ball. In the front pew sat the boys from his hockey team, all dressed in their red jackets. 

Gregory Greene's picture seems to me to match the composite of the guy who was talking to Timothy before he disappeared. He was a flint native, janitor, little league coach and pedophile. The Michigan State Police reports have extensive history of his pedophile convictions in California, including one case in which Greene thought the boy was dead and dropped him off at a hospital. Fortunately, the boy lived. After he served his jail term in California he returned to his home town, Flint, Michigan. 

Once back in Michigan, Greene was arrested for criminal sexual conduct with a minor. On January 27th, 1977, he told the Flint Police that he had information about who killed Mark Stebbins. Flint Police in turn contacted a member of the OCCK task force, Southfield police officer Lourn Doan. Doan then interviewed Greene who told him that he believed a man named Christopher Buch had killed Mark.

Christopher Busch was not unknown to law enforcement. He was the son of Harold Lee Busch, a high level General Motors executive and also a serial pedophile. Shortly before Timmy's abduction Busch had been in police custody for suspected involvement in child pornography.

When interviewed on January 28th, Busch he admitted to being a pedophile and liking young boys. He told detectives that he and Greene had discussed and planned how they would kidnap, hold and molest young boys.

He also stated that Greene and he planned to have one of them get a day job and the other, a night job so that they could have someone present with a potential future victim. 

When Busch was asked what they'd do when they were finished with the child, he refused to answer. But he did describe three locations where he had abducted children in the past and they corresponded in exact order with the abduction sites of Mark  Stebbins, Jill Robinson and Kristine Mihelich. In the last instance he described the 7-11 and the bowling ally that Kristine was last seen at.

Greene and Busch were co-defendants in a pedophile case in Genesee County, Michigan. They both were given a $75,000 bond. Greene was later sentenced to life in prison, where he died in 1995. After Green died, a former cell mate recalled discussing the OCCK Case with Greene. 

Busch's bond got reduced to $1,000 and later was sentenced to 5 years probation and $2,400 in court costs. And despite his two previous convictions, he was given no jail time.

On November 20th, 1978, police went to 3310 Morningview Terrace in Bloomfield Township to do a well fare check on Busch. Busch's parents were away in England at the time and their maid became concerned when she couldn't get into the house. She went next door and used the phone to call Busch's brother who called the police. When police entered the house, they found Busch lying on his back in his bed. He was neatly wrapped in his sheets and had a bullet in his forehead and a rifle was lying next to his body. It was later determined that he had committed suicide even though there was no gunshot residue found on him and no blood spatter whatsoever. 

There were 4 shell casings found in his room along with bloodstained ligatures.

A hand-drawn image of a boy closely resembling Mark Stebbins screaming in agony was found pinned to the wall.

A Busch's time of death, his parents had a white welsh terrier. All of the bodies were found with white animal hair them. The color of carpet in his room was consistent with fibers found on some of the bodies.

Some people claim that Busch's suicide was staged and that he was really murdered. It also is theorized that the scene of his suicide mimics that of Michael Helgoth.

Both Busch and Helgoth were found with objects that may be a have to do with the murder cases that they were accused of and that were place right out in the open for everyone to see.  Busch was found in possession of the hand drawn photo of what may be Stebbins. Helgoth was found in possession of the shirt that said SBTC.. Both were also found with objects that may have been used in the crimes. Shotgun shells in Busch's possession as well as ligatures.  In Helgoth's case, a stun gun which P.I. Smit surmised may have been used in the JonBenet crime.

A few weeks after Timothy King's death, a psychiatrist who worked with the task force received a letter dated April 4th, 1977 that had been mailed from Detroit. It was riddled with spelling errors and written by someone named "Allen." Allen claimed to be  a sadomasochist slave of a man he called "Frank," the "OCCK".

He wrote that he and Frank had both served in the Vietnam War and that Frank was traumatized by having killed children, and had taken revenge on rich people for sending forces to Vietnam. 

Allen and Frank had an apartment together. Frank would bring the kids in in a clothes hamper and no body would be the wiser. Allen  admitted to having accompanied Frank as he sought boys to kill. He would also watch the victims while Frank was at work at his delivery job with a route in Birmingham and Oakland County. He also said that Kristine was Frank's favorite. He also stated that Frank did have a Gremlin, but he had discarded in Ohio.

Allen instructed the psychiatrist to respond by printing the code words in that Sunday's Free Press edition, before offering to provide photographic evidence in exchange for immunity from prosecution. After seeing the code words in the paper, Allen called the psychiatrist on April 10th, 1977 and arranged to meet the following evening at 9 p.m. at the "Pony Cart Bar" in Palmer Woods. But Allen never showed up and was never heard from again.

Some people believe that Allen was the author of JonBenet's ransom note. And that her murder was Frank's revenge for the Vietnam war. And well, JonBenet's father was rich and he did work for a weapons company.

James Vincent Gunnels was 15 years old at the time of the murders. He was sexually assaulted by both Greene and Busch on a regular basis. In the early 00’s, a hair from Gunnels was matched via mitochondrial DNA to a hair found on the body of Kristine Mihelich. He also failed a polygraph regarding Kristine's murder. He sat down with Timothy King's dad, Barry, and explained that he had been in Busch's car several times and that is how his hair got on Kristin'e body.

In January of 2005, in a little room inside the U.S. probation office in San Diego, Sergeant Cory Williams of the Livonia, Michigan police department had arrived. He was interrogating killer and also a former smuggler of illegal aliens named Richard Lawson, alias "Coyote Negro." 

Lawson had given a statement to Pennsylvania cops in 1989 after being arrested on another robbery saying that he knew who did the Michigan Snow Killings aka the Oakland County Killings. The cops in Pennsylvania had no idea what Lawson was talking about, but Williams did. And now he was ready to find out what Lawson knew.

He started when he was living in Detroit in the 1970's. Lawson and his four buddies, one of whom he'd later identify for Williams as "Ted Orr," would give money to the poor kids in the neighborhood as well as food. In some cases the men even helped the mothers out, taking care of those gas bills to get families through the cold northern winters. In return, unbeknownst to the parents, these men would take the children back to their places and molest and rape them.

Sometimes Ted, in his pompadour wig, would bring kids from the hood up to mossy suburbs like Royal Oak for "parties" at other pedophiles' homes. Police suspect there may have been hundreds of men involved, networking like members of a book club. Everyone brought a kid to share, and things were known to get wild. Kids were sodomized, photographed, then thrown in a bathtub and hosed off.

One time Ted and Lawson were at the apartment of Bob Moore, owner of a bike shop. Ted whipped out a photo album Moore kept of their victims. Ted pointed to one picture of a little boy. This was a kid from the other side of 8 Mile Road where the more well to do families lived. This kid was clean and had nice clothes. "Looks like the King boy, doesn't it?" Ted had said, winking at Lawson.

Lawson remembered that Ted Orr's real name started with "Lam." Williams dug up the old tip file from the '70's. 

And there he was,  retired auto worker Ted Lamborgine. Williams enlisted the help of Parma Heights cops to trail him for a few weeks. Then they did a traffic stop and asked him to come to the station. In the interrogation room, Lambourgine admitted that he had been a pedophile, but he was no killer. He even agreed to take a polygraph in Michigan.

Ted bombed the test so badly that Williams was stunned. But, Ted couldn't be arrested just based on the test, so he was allowed to return to Cleveland. News had leaked of Ted's failed polygraph and once back home he was dogged by media and harassed so bad that he quit his job. During this, detectives Mockler and Scharschmidt befriended Ted in hopes of coaxing a murder confession and Michigan cops began tracking down Ted's victims.

In 2006 Ted was getting off an RTA bus downtown when Mockler and Scharschmidt pulled up and took him into custody. Ted was under arrest for raping eight children.  Lamborgine pleaded guilty to 15 sex-related counts involving young boys, rather than accept a plea bargain that would have required him to take a polygraph test on the Oakland County child killings. Lamborgine also rejected an offer of a reduced sentence in exchange for a polygraph on the case. At the time police said that he was considered top suspect in the killings.

In October 2007, the family of Mark Stebbins filed a wrongful death lawsuit against Lamborgine seeking $25,000. The lawsuit alleges Lamborgine abducted Mark and held him captive in a Royal Oak house for four days in February 1976 before smothering him to death during a sexual assault. Lamborgine has never been formally linked nor charged in the death of Mark Stebbins. i cannot find how this turned out.

Archibald Edward Sloan is a child molester who victimized young boys in his neighborhood. Sloan grew up in Southfield, Michigan and completed his GED while serving a two-and-a-half year sentence for gross indecency between males. He was paroled in 1961.

Sloan was an early suspect in the murders and rapes of Mark Stebbins and Timothy King and the murders of Kristine Mihelich and Jill Robinson, and allowed officers to search his 1966 Pontiac. They took hair samples and stored them. In 2012, forensic specialists found the DNA of the hair matched that of the hairs found on the victims, but did not match Sloan's. He had two other vehicles and investigators have suggested he might have loaned the car to a friend.

Between 1970 and the early 1980's, he was found guilty in three other sex assault cases, including charges of sodomy and corrupting the morals of a minor. He is in prison for the 1983 rape of a 10-year-old boy.

In 2013, car parts from a blue Gremlin with white stripes was recovered when farmland was being dug up in order to build homes in Grand Blanc Township, Michigan. The construction was inside the Grand Reserve neighborhood off Baldwin Road, near the residential intersection of Del Webb Boulevard and Prairie Dunes Drive.

The Oakland County child killer task force was on site looking for a VIN number to find out who owned the Gremlin. They also were trying to gather any possible DNA evidence.

i have not seen anywhere any new information about the car parts. However, Timothy's brother thinks that maybe authorities have been focused on the wrong car this whole time. 

Doug Wilson worked in the automotive industry, so he paid attention to vehicles. Wilson came forward to Timothy's family and said that he was in the drugstore parking lot at Maple and Woodward on March 16, 1977.  He said that he noticed a man, probably in his late 20’s, talking to Timothy King. Wilson said he also saw an older man, around 55-65 years old, with grey hair. He said the man looked to be 20-30 pounds overweight. He recalled the car that the men were driving was a 1973 Pontiac LeMans 2-door coupe that was either blue or green. Wilson also remembered a partial license plate of 222.

All this time has the police been after the wrong car?

There was a theory that the second man seen with Timothy could have been serial killer John Wayne Gacy, who was allegedly in Michigan around the time of the killings. But, Gacy's DNA did not match DNA found on the victims' bodies.

The JonBenet Chronicles: Chapter Two: John Ramsey And The MindHunter Connection.

The JonBenet Chronicles: Chapter Three: John, Patsy And Her Dad's Connection To The CIA And The Freemasons.

Mystery On A Moonless Night: What Happened to Aly Yoeman?

Alycia "Aly" Leane Yeoman

She was a beautiful, sweet, gullible and stubborn. Aly was a dare devil and loved riding quad bikes on her grandfather's farm in Gridley, California. 

She was born on September 30th, 1996 to Daniel and Paula Ede.

In 2017, she 20 years old and working at Starbucks and McDonald's. Aly was also a college student and wanted to become a nurse.

On Thursday, March 30th, Aly had been dating 37 year old contractor Michael Lizarraga and was meeting him for dinner at a restaurant  called  "Taste of India." Mike later claimed that that was only the second time he had met Ally and the first time she was out on a date with his nephew. Mike stated that Aly sought him out for dating advice and that is what they were doing at the restaurant.  After Aly and Mike were done eating, the couple then allegedly went to his place at 1844 Romero St. in Yuba City, where they partied with other people. She left at about 11 p.m. Aly supposedly used the back roads to get home and that is what was theorized she did that night. She reportedly was alone and driving her faded green 1998 Toyota Tacoma truck and turned west onto Butte House Road. 

When she didn't show up at either job, friends and family had no doubts that there was something wrong. Two days later, Aly's family reported her missing. A frantic search was underway. 

On Sunday, April 2nd, the cell phone carrier Sprint helped authorities pinged Aly's cell phone, using GPS, which led to an empty field behind a Yuba City Walmart. Her phone was unfortunately not found in the area.

On April 3rd, her pickup was found stuck in the mud in an orchard off Pennington Road near Live Oak. Investigators found a single set of footprints leading away from the truck. On the ground, a few feet away from the truck was Aly's cellphone.

Surveillance footage from a nearby farm showed Aly's truck as it drove up to and around a gate that lead to the orchard.

On Thursday, April 6th, the FBI along with the Sutter County Sheriff's Office searched the home where Yeoman was last seen. During the afternoon, the Live Oak Recreation area along the Feather River was searched by deputies as well, but nothing was said to have been found at either place.

On Sunday, May 7th, a fisherman found Aly's body was found in the Feather River just south of the Live Oak Recreational Park boat launch, not far from where her truck was found. She was identified through dental records. According to the autopsy, her cause of death was drowning, but the manner of her death was undetermined. 

Until someone comes forward with more information, Aly's case is at a standstill and her family is left hoping for answers.

#JusticeForAly

The Dark Night By The Creek: What Monster Killed Danielle Locklear?

Danielle Locklear

"Everything deserves the chance to live.”

She was a beautiful, vivacious firecracker with an infectious laugh. She had not an enemy in the world, or so she thought.

Danielle was born on July 10th, 1998, in Fayetteville, NC to Rowna Fowler and William D. Dawson.

In 2014, Danielle was a 15-year-old freshman at South View High School in Hope Mills, North Carolina. The previous summer, she opted to leave South Carolina to move in with her grandparents at the Fox Meadow-Brookridge apartments in Hope Mills. 

She began mentoring young children at a youth summer camp operated by an Autryville church, which is how she met 17-year-old Je'Michael Malloy.

Je'Michael was quiet and introverted. He was a senior at Cape Fear Highschool. Danielle would light up whenever he was around.  Dominic Lock was Je'Michael's best friend. Dominic would do what ever Je'Michael would tell him to do.

Danielle felt like she wasn't getting enough attention from Je'Michael, that he was spending too much time with Dominic, and she broke up with him around Christmas of 2013. A few months later however, they were back together.

At around 9:45 p.m. on March 11th, 2014, Danielle asked her grandfather if she could go to her friend's house down the street to return a book. He told her that it was fine, but to hurry back. When hours passed and she hadn't returned, Danielle's grandparents tried her cellphone in futility. The grandparents then called Rowna and told her that Danielle was missing. Rowna immediately got in her car and drove the two miles to the grandparents' house. Then the police was called and Danielle was reported missing.

Some people speculated that Danielle might have ran away.  Danielle's aunt Chena decided to do some sleuthing on her own. The next day she went to a rumored secret place near the grandparents' home and the last place that kids in the town said was that Danielle was seen the night of her disappearance.

Rockfish Creek gave Chena the chills as she walked down the dirt trails. She stopped cold in her tracks when she saw the word  "Help"  scraped into the ground with a stick. Chena wondered if it was a sick joke or a cry for help, but whatever it was made her hair stand on end. As she was leaving the trail she noticed a sock on the ground. On closer inspection she thought that it belonged to Danielle.

Volunteer search crews scoured the area, billboards and missing person flyers were put up around town. Despite all of this, Danielle was no where to be found. So the FBI was called in.

Je'Michael was at every search, hugging Danielle's mom and showing the family support. He was also sharing his own theory of what happened to Danielle. He told Chena that Danielle had was suicidal and wanted to drown herself in cold water. 

Where was Je'Michael's best friend Dominic through all of this? No where in sight.

Three weeks after Danielle's disappearance, as a off duty officer drove over a bridge not far from Danielle's school, he noticed something in the creek that didn't look right to him. So he called in to the police station asking if there was an officer that could bring binoculars to his location. He wanted to make sure the something that he saw in the creek wasn't a body. Sadly, on closer inspection, it was a body.

Danielle's body was pulled from the creek. She had been bound with nylon rope tied to cinder blocks and a single sock had plunged deep into her mouth. The sock was a match to the one that Chena had found the day after Danielle had went missing. The autopsy came to the conclusion that Danielle's cause of death was asphyxiation.

Danielle's body had been found not far from where Je'Michael lived. The next day, the police executed a search warrant for Je'Michael's house at 7946 N.C. Highway 210 South. They found rope that matched the one that bound Danielle. They also found cinder blocks, neatly stacked against the garage, which matched the ones that had been tied to Danielle.  Danielle's phone was found a short distance away. It had been thrown on a highway median. Her phone had a voicemail on it in Je'Michael's voice that said, " If you come around me, i will kill you."

On April 19th, 2014, Je'Michael coldly told investigators that he had broken up with Danielle by the creek the night of her disappearance. He claimed that Danielle, who was not pregnant at the time of her death, told him that she was pregnant and an argument ensued. When Danielle turned away Je'Michael walked up behind her and strangled her to death. He then ran 70 yards to the car where Dominic was waiting. 

In his own interrogation, Dominic said that he was shocked when Je'Michael came back alone. Je'Michael yelled at Dominic "She's dead!" Dominic asked, "What are you talking about?"  Je'Michael then ran back to where he had left Danielle with Dominic following right behind. When Dominic saw Danielle, she was lying on the ground on her stomach. He said that he was still in shock when Je'Michael asked him to help get rid of the body.

Dominic helped Je'Michael move Danielle's body up the creek bed. Je'Michael threw her in the car and they went back to his place. Je'Michael then grabbed the cinder blocks and the rope. At some point, they took Danielle's boots of, grabbed one of her socks and shoved it down her throat. They then tied her up and threw her in the river.

Je'Michael showed no emotion during the retelling of Danielle's murder. He only started to cry when he talked about how he ruined his future career in the military.

Je'Michael plead guilty to murder in the second degree and Dominic accessory to murder. Before his sentencing, Je'Michael stood up and addressed Danielle's family.

"I know there is nothing I can do or say that is going to bring her back," he said. "But, I do want to apologize for the actions I made. I know sorry does not cut it, but I want to say I am truly sorry."

"She didn't have no mercy that night...I have not been able to sleep," Danielle's mother said to Je'Michael. "And then you had the audacity to write me a letter and ask me for an obituary from my daughter's funeral, and you are the one that put her there."

Je'Michael received a sentence for 25 to 31 years in prison. Dominic received a 6 to 8 year prison sentence.

Danielle's aunt hopes that Je'Michael rots in hell.

When asked how she gets over something like the murder of her daughter, Rowna said that you don't. You just have to learn to live with it.

Danielle's funeral was a cathartic, if somber, gathering. There was a video and picture montage spanning 15 years highlighted he life on two huge monitors. There was a soundtrack by Michael Jackson, who Danielle adored. Her white casket was adorned with colorful flowers and carried from the church by six pallbearers.

And most of all for the 350 attendees, there were plenty of shared memories of the girl described by her pastor, Dr. Linda Baldwin, as “simply an angel.”

Nothing Good Happens At 3 A.M.: The Murders Of Natalie Anderson And Carter Davis.

Natalie Anderson

“I can’t live without music. Try to live life to the fullest.”

She was a sweet southern belle from Roswell, Georgia. Natalie was a leader in the award-winning Color Guard of the Roswell High School Band, a life guard for Swim Atlanta, a talented singer, a guitar player, and a lover of animals who volunteered countless hours to animal rescue. When she'd walk into the room she'd brighten everyone's day. She was a fun, smart, talented young woman who was loved by so many. She had a loving heart and an infectious zest for life. She had the courage to always be, unapologetically, herself. 

Carter Davis

"But no matter the circumstances staying positive and working hard will get you where you want to go.”

He was a promising athlete. He played football and was star of the lacrosse team. Carter had posted a moving essay on a lacrosse recruiting website in which he talked about his future and overcoming adversity. He lived life to the fullest. Carter was always smiling, always joking and very optimistic. He loved challenges and wanted to go to a college that offered an engineering program.

Carter and his family moved to Georgia the summer before his junior year because his father was trying to find residency as a doctor. His mother was a teacher.

Natalie and Carter were both 17 years old and about to start their senior year in high school. It was late at night on July 31st, 2016 and they had sneaked out of their houses to meet up. The next day, just before 6 a.m., a delivery driver discovered their bodies behind the Publix store. They were in lured poses and had been shot execution style. It was later estimated that they were murdered at 3 a.m.

A white Honda Passport was seen in the area around the time of the murders. 

With a little bit of sleuthing, police discovered that the vehicle belonged to then 20-year-old Jeffery Hazelwood. 

Jeffery was described by some who knew him as a troubled loner who went to an alternative school. He had recently been kicked out of the house, where he lived with his grandparents. He allegedly stole the revolver that he a allegedly used to commit the murders he stole from his grandfather. Jeffery allegedly has bipolar disorder and schizophrenia.

Investigators who searched Jeffery’s room discovered drawings and writings in which the suspect stated his desire to be “an assassin,”  While he was being questioned by police, he shifted between voices, speaking with a whiny voice and a British accent.

Jeffery was seen using Natalie's credit card at a gas station,  shirtless, wearing a Guy Fawkes mask and speaking in a British accent. 

Authorities pinged his cellphone to the location of the murders at the time they had taken place.

48 hours later authorities had enough evidence to arrest Jeffery.  

During a preliminary hearing, Jeffery plead not guilty. He avoided eye contact with the family as she shook and twitched about. And even though he wasn't married, he was wearing a wedding band.

Jeffery didn't know Carter or Natalie and there was no clear motive. He was indicted on 15 counts. Prosecution put Jeffery's psychologist on the stand who testified that Jeffery was hearing voices that were friendly and others that were demons. The psychologist also said that Jeffery claimed that god would send him messages through the television and that he felt like someone was watching him through the walls.

Jeffery changed his plea to guilty, but mentally ill. He also  eventually confessed to see the pair in the car and then following them around to the back of the store. He watched them for several minutes before he approached them. He pulled out his gun and demanded that they get out of the car. Jeffery then shot Carter in the head. He made Natalie lean over the car and spanked her before sexual assaulting her. He then shot her in the head. Natalie was nude when he put a feather in her hair and re positioned her. He took off all of Carter's clothes, except for his shorts, and positioned his arms into a cross. Before leaving the scene, Jeffery stole Natalie's wallet. He then went to the gas station wearing a mask. After he used Natalie's credit card to get gas, he went back to where Carter and Natalie's bodies were and stole Carter's jumper cables from his vehicle.

Jeffery received a sentence of life in prison without the possibility of parole.