As far as killers go, the Kalamazoo River in Michigan, which deviously hid missing person Jeffrey Woodruff within its murky depths for three days and nights during the spring of 2013, is one of the deadliest.
Its swift currents, chilly waters, and toxic bed of oily sludge are notorious, making it the least likely place a young man would venture to take a swim, be he intoxicated or stone cold sober.
And cold as a stone Woodruff was when his waterlogged corpse was finally fished out of the Kalamazoo on April 30th, not far from the sleepy shores of Saugatuck and the local tavern from where he’d mysteriously vanished...
OpEd by EPONYMOUS ROX
In the tawdry trial of Jodi Arias for the murder of Travis Alexander there was nothing sacred or secret, but this: The true identity of the killer.
No, I'm not suggesting Arias has been wrongly convicted -- she definitely hatched a plot to kill and her plan was horrifically successful.
It's simply to point out that, whatever dislike she's justifiably earned through her years of pathological lying and posing, all that collective contempt is clouding everybody's commonsense and good judgment.
In solving a youth’s odd disappearance and the mystery at Tupper Lake, is dead serial killer Israel Keyes the key, or something even more nefarious?
The sprawling Adirondack mountain region of upstate New York is a dense world of water and woods. Sometimes serene, sometimes sinister, it remains a sparsely populated and unspoiled wildlife habitat, peppered with small, historic hamlets and connected by a network of mostly nameless footpaths, dirt roads, winding county routes, and, here and there, slicing through the countryside like a machete, a superhighway that seems to go on and on and on…to nowhere.
Major, minor, or backwoods, in spring, summer, autumn or winter, none of these passageways ever sees any significant amount of traffic. Not one, regardless of length or width, maintenance or neglect, is ever congested.
That peace and quiet is part of the appeal of this northern U.S. territory, for both year-round residents and the thousands of visitors who annually hike or vacation in these pristine hills during the hot, humid, and much too brief summertime.
Summer is when this tranquil place fully comes to life, when it is at its most peopled and inviting. In wintertime, though, the same idyllic landscape becomes a great deal more stark and forbidding. Deadly even, if one disrespects it.
Murder resulting from police misconduct and brutality amounts to only a misdemeanor, the shocked residents of Milwaukee, Wisconsin have recently discovered.
That apparently also extends to killer cops who conspire to hide their crime, obstruct investigations, and commit perjury once dragged kicking and screaming into a courtroom.
Sadder still is that even this tiny measure of justice could only be afforded through a last-minute offer of immunity to two other MPD officers who’d either joined in the illegal police action in 2011 or witnessed it, but never before admitted being present at the scene.
The shifty pair provided testimony against a trio of MPD’s uniformed thugs who, even under oath, continue to insist they “didn’t notice” 22-year-old Derek Williams struggling to breathe after they roughed him up during a false arrest. Nor did they hear any of his urgent pleas for medical attention.
Those would be officers Hear No, See No and Speak No, of course. (No relation to each other.)
Feb. 11, 2013
Natalie Wood and Robert Wagner
Without a doubt, this glamorous woman’s fatal midnight plummet from the deck of The Splendour into the cool ocean waters off Catalina Island in 1981 has got to be the most high profile “accidental drowning” on record.
In the hours preceding her watery demise, she was overheard loudly quarreling with an enraged and jealous husband. They had been at this all day, in fact. All evening they’d been drinking.
Married, divorced, and remarried for a second try, the two were known to have a volatile relationship, with more than their fair share of public and private disagreements, be they drunk or sober. But this argument was different. The worst one yet.
When she drowned, she had prominent contusions in “no particular pattern” all over the front and back of her body. Some of these were fresh injuries, said to have been obtained as she frantically grappled with a small, wooden dinghy secured to the side of the yacht. Some she’d received just days before plunging to her death.
He mysteriously disappeared on October 12, 2012 from downtown Indianapolis, Indiana where he'd spent the evening entertaining himself at a few popular watering holes.
Peppers Bar, Applebee's Restaurant, Mindshaft, Landsharks...the 23-year-old friendly, fearless, and athletic Walton Matthew Ward spent an hour or two at all of these crowded establishments, socializing, dancing, and drinking at each one before moving on to the next.
At 10:30 p.m. when his mother buzzed his cell phone just to touch base with him again and chat for a few minutes, Ward assured her everything was okay and that, as might be expected, he was having a blast.
But shortly thereafter, at approximately two in the morning, there was a drastic change in that happy status. Ward was dragged from Landsharks by security staff into the parking lot, and during this event he placed an emergency 911 call which was terminated after only one second.
After that, the outgoing young man wouldn't be seen again until October 23rd when construction workers downtown discovered his body floating in the White River.
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