Rex Heuermann, Case Documents.
Bryan Kohberger: Search Warrant, Inventory, Exhibits.
Bryan Kohberger, Non-Dissemination Order.
‘Detention, Arrest, and Salt Lake City Police Practices,’ written by John D. O’Connell.
Ted Bundy’s Execution, Short Story.
It’s quite an unusual event, something most people have never even seen at all let alone experienced: I was in my final moments of life in Florida State Prison, sitting in my cell on death watch, waiting to be taken to Ol’ Sparky, the three-legged oak chair that was crudely constructed by other inmates. At only forty-two I had not fully accepted my fate, and dying was the very last thing I wanted to do. I should have had a lot of life left: I was technically middle-aged but thanks to an active, healthy lifestyle it was a young 42. A small part of me was holding onto hope that something would happen to delay the inevitable; a phone call would from Governor Martinez would be the only thing that would do it, but considering it was an election year and he was trying his hardest to appear “tough on crime,” I already knew that call wasn’t coming.
Despite obsessing over the thought of dying every single minute of every single day since July 1979, the past ten years didn’t do much to prepare me for this moment. In fact, I spent most of that time in denial, and I never thought it would ever happen and I was largely confidant I would live out the rest of my days incarcerated until I was a feeble old man.
The interview I did earlier with Dr. James Dobson with ‘Focus on the Family’ was absolute bullshit. It was my final ‘Hail Mary” attempt to save my life, and I could tell about halfway through that it wasn’t going to work.
I wonder what the future holds for my sweet daughter, and her mother. Carole was a fighter and had a deep passion for standing up for the things she believed in, that’s what attracted her to me in the first place. Will Rosa be a doctor, like Sue Rancourt dreamed about becoming one day? Or maybe she’ll find a good man and get married young but still be an educated career woman, like Jan Ott. Or maybe she’ll have a job in the arts, like Donna Manson was working towards. The mere thought of someone doing to my six-year-old little girl what I have done to so many young women across multiple states made me weak in the knees, and almost physically ill.
I still have so many things that I wanted to do with my life: graduate from law school, have a family with a dog and white picket fence that overlooks Puget Sound. Because of my criminal history I wouldn’t have been able to work as a lawyer, but there were other things I could do with a law degree, like teach at a university or be a compliance officer.
I won’t be able to take care of my parents when they grow old and drive them to Doctors appointments or sit with them in the hospital after they have surgery. I won’t see Rosa grow up, help her through her first heartbreak and teach her how to drive.
I also think about what I took from the world: the little girl I picked up in Idaho in early September 1974 (I never did catch her name). Even though she was a transient she still had people that miss her, who will never know what happened to her because her body has been long lost, picked apart by turkey vultures and wolves. I threw away her items slowly across the rest of my journey to SLC: her backpack went in a dumpster in Pocatello, her clothing in some brush in Logan, her body in the Snake River…
Carol and Rosa didn’t come to visit with me in my final few days of life, neither did Mom or Johnnie, or any of my brothers and sisters. I mean, when you finally admit to all of the dastardly deeds you’ve just spent the last almost fifteen years swearing up and down that you didn’t do… people seem to want to stay away.
I called my mother twice in the last few hours and spoke with her briefly each time; I told her how sorry I was that I caused her so much grief and it was as if there was a part of me that was hidden from the world all the time. She told me she would love me until the end, and that I will ”always be her precious son.
But, there was no goodbye between Daddy and Rosa. When I started confessing Carole got angry, FAR angrier than I’ve ever seen her before, and I was not allowed to speak to my little girl one last time.
The world was robbed of so many bright young women because of the things I did, and my sickness: because of my actions, Georgann Hawkins will never graduate from The University of Washington (which I was able to do two years before I killed her). Her dad will never get to walk her down the aisle and tearfully give her a kiss as he gives her away. She won’t grow old with her husband, and welcome grandchildren into the world with him.
Lynda Healy will never be a special-ed teacher or go on to marry her boyfriend and start a family. She has always stuck out to me because of how much time I spent with her before I took her life that last day of January 1974: I was with her while she shopped at Safeway, buying ingredients for a family dinner she planned on making that her mom called ‘company casserole,’ and I was behind her while she cashed a check shortly after; she had no idea I was there, watching her. She caught my attention after I saw her around the psychology department a few times, and I always made a point of listening to her early morning ski report.
I was offered a final meal, which would have consisted of whatever food I wanted, but nothing sounded appealing, so I refused, and as a result I was served a standard, traditional “last meal:” steak (medium-rare), eggs (over-easy), hash browns, and toast.
All food tasted gritty, and despite being hungry I couldn’t eat; everything tastes like sand, and I can’t force it down. The meal sits untouched in the corner of my cell. My stomach rumbles. My head has been shaved along with my right leg (this was so the electrode attachments would have someplace to stick to), and so many people have come and gone I lost track of who I talked to.
I cry.
I think about Liz, and Molly, and I mourn the life we once had together. Those lazy summer afternoons we spent rafting were some of my favorite memories. We were a family, or the closet thing I’ll ever have to one of my own. And yes, Carole was my wife (even though she divorced me in 1986), and Rosa is my daughter… but the time I spent with Liz was different. I loved her so much at times it was destabilizing, and it hurt to breathe.
I also think of my mother. She did the best she could with me with the resources she had at the time. It wasn’t her fault that I turned out the way I did: there was something wrong with me.
Liz and Molly were such a huge part of my world for a long time until suddenly they weren’t. Many years ago, shortly after my final arrest in 1978, she made it very clear that she moved on from “us” and our relationship. I was hoping I would get to speak to her one last time, and I’m not going to lie, it did hurt that she never replied to the most recent letter I sent asking for forgiveness.
I’ve been praying a lot with a Methodist Pastor named Fred Lawrence, talking about what is waiting for me on the other side after my date with destiny. We talked about faith and he read some Bible passages…. it was refreshing in a way to finally be myself and let my guard down a bit. We talked about the concept of death, and divine forgiveness, and if it would apply to someone like me, and he assured that all Gods creatures are “eligible” to receive this type of love, and that brought me some peace.
I pause for a moment and think back to the dozens of conversations I’ve had over the past few days; names I hadn’t thought about in many years were brought up, like Susan Curtis from Brigham Young University and Laura Ann Aime from Lehi. But I had to stop and pause at some of the ones that I didn’t recognize: in 1971 a young schoolteacher in Vermont named Rita Curran was killed in her bedroom after her roommates decided to go out for a bite to eat. Considering I wasn’t in that area at the time I can say for certain that wasn’t me. Then another one: Janice Louise Taylor from NH. Sometimes the booze, Valium, and weed made things a little fuzzy, but considering I only stopped to get gas in New Hampshire one time around 1969, I knew I was in the clear.
And suddenly, Warden Dugger was standing in front of my cell, and it was time. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was a little after 7 AM. I got up, and two corrections officers escorted me into the “Q Wing” death chamber.
As we made our way down the hall it suddenly hit me where we were going, and it was as if I had the wind knocked out of me and I sunk down to my knees. But I wasn’t down for long, and the guards stood next to me on both sides, helping me stand back up so we can continue to make our way to my final destination.
An entire life’s worth of memories began to flood my brain… suddenly I was a little boy again, helping my Grandpa Cowell plant flowers for his nursery business, digging in the dirt without a care in the world. Then I was at my mom and Johnnie’s wedding, stuffing my hands in the cake then eating the frosting off my fingers. I also remember the babies, my two little brothers and two little sisters. Then, I was transported to the first time I saw Liz at The Sandpiper that cool September evening in 1969… she was so young, and beautiful.
Reality broke through my memory filled haze as I was being led to the chair, and as I was being strapped in someone asked if I had any last words I’d like to share; I thought only briefly and said, looking at my lawyer, “Jim [Coleman] and Fred, I’d like you to give my love to my family and friends.’ As the cap was tightened onto my skull, and the hood was slipped over my head, I glanced at my executioner: their face was completely covered by a hood of their own, except for two holes to look out of, and I was shocked at what I saw looking back at me: soft blue eyes framed by mascara coated lashes and bright green eyeshadow. A woman?
I couldn’t help but be slightly amused by the irony of this: I took the lives of countless women, so many in fact that I lost count of them all. And now, it will be a woman that will be ending my life.
The Story of Ted Bundy, as told by Larry Simpson.
Katherine Merry Devine, Case Files: Part Twelve.
Mysteries that I would love to have Resolved (one day), as Related to Ted Bundy/Murders from the Pacific Northwest.
What happened to Jan Ott’s Bicycle?: I know this question bothered Bob Keppel as well.
How exactly did Ted’s Lake Sammamish murders ‘work?’ Did he incapacitate Jan Ott and keep her alive somewhere until he brought Denise Naslund back, and kill one in front of the other? Or, did he kill Ottb too quickly (because of how small she was), and his urge wasn’t satisfied so he had to go back and get a second victim (this is just a theory I’ve heard over the years).
The cluster of murders from the summer/fall of 1973: are they all related? Will their remains ever be found one day in the same area (like a Taylor Mountain/Issaquah DS situation)? I’m specifically referring to Rita Jolly/Vicki Hollar/Sue Justis.
Were there other burial grounds?: I think the term ‘dump site’ is so crude, by the way… most of his confirmed Washington victims were accounted for… but did they exist in other states?
What happened to Vicki Lynn Hollar’s black VW Bug?: I have aa theory: its under a sheet in some elderly mans garage (most likely the killer, or an accomplice), and it won’t be until after he’s dead that the truth will come to light. He probably keeps it in a barn in his backyard… his grandkids try to play around with it once in a while, and he has to yell at them not to.
Lynette Culver: I know he confessed to killing her, and I know he knew details about her life and her family that only the killer would be privy to, but when I was writing about the missing Idaho hitchhiker from September 2, 1974 I learned an interesting theory that Lynette isn’t a Bundy victim but is actually the victim of a different serial killer that operated in Pocatello around the same time, as Culver was the first of several young girls to be murdered/go missing in the area between 1978 and 1983.
Why are there so many missing and murdered young women in Oregon during the 1970’s?: why are their identities scattered all over the internet, like there’s not one complete resources of names out there?
Just a comment, I’ve always been curious about Ted’s collection of Polaroids that he held onto before he burned them after his first arrest. Just how horrific were they? Also, I want to know more about the random bowl of key’s Liz found in his apartment one day after snooping.
To what extent did Ted stalk his victims? I know there’s evidence he stalked Lynda Ann Healy before he killed her, and Karen Sparks said she remembered a man watching her while she was in the laundromat…
Exactly how many other girlfriends/lovers did Ted have while he was dating Liz?
When was his first kill? I’ve heard multiple stories over the years, that he started in 1973, or 1972, then 1969… then there’s the theory he killed eight-year-old Ann Marie Burr in late August of 1961.
There have been a lot of new supposed living Ted Bundy victims (or at the very least women who have claimed to have run into him at one point)… the odd part is, when I’m researching one of them, and watching a video on them, there are always women chiming in on the comments about their supposed run-ins with him… For example, the most recent ‘surviving victim’ of Ted Bundy is Connie Geldreich, who recently came forward and has done multiple podcasts and videos regarding her experience with the killer in 1967. When I was looking into her story I read through the comments, and they were filled with stories of other women who also had run-ins with him as well. I wonder how many of them are telling the truth?
John Wayne Gacy, Execution Order.
Cornelia ‘Connie’ June Enright.
Introduction: Cornelia* June Enright was born on December 19, 1950 to Raymond and Alice Enright in Schenectady, NY. Raymond Basil Enright was born on February 20, 1915 in Schenectady, NY, and Alice Shaw was born on June 30, 1918 (also in Schenectady). The couple were married on May 16, 1936 and went on to have three children together: John (b. 1937), Robert (b. 1943), and Cornelia. Mr. Enright was drafted into WWII on April 17, 1943 (he enlisted on October 16, 1940), and in the early part of his marriage was employed at Gloversville Knitting Company. *I did see Connie’s name listed s ‘Constance’ in one source, but that is incorrect.
During her time at Linton High School in Schenectady, Connie majored in Business Education and during her sophomore year was an alternate for the student council, and during her senior year she was an intern for the guidance counselor’s office. A former classmate described her as ‘a ball of energy’ that always made a point of going out of her way to say hello, despite them only being casual acquaintances and having no classes together. Enright graduated in 1968, and a few weeks before she disappeared in April 1969 got a full-time job at the Almart’s Discount Store, which (at the time) was located on Central Avenue in Colonie. At the time she disappeared Connie was nineteen, and she wore her strawberry blonde hair short, had blue eyes, stood at 5’2″ tall and weighed 115 pounds.
April 24, 1969: Raymond and Alice last heard from Cornelia around 9:30 PM on April 24, 1969, when she left with the family car to meet up ‘a girlfriend with whom she worked with’ in nearby Rotterdam for a bite to eat. She arrived at Lum’s Restaurant at 9:30 and according to her friend, the two ate and chatted then eventually went their separate ways in the parking lot; she was last seen driving away from the establishment at 11:00 PM.
The Day After: upon realizing their daughter never returned home the prior evening, the next morning at around 8 AM Cornelia’s father called the Schenectady Police Department and filed a police report. Later that same day the Enright family vehicle was found on State Street near Friendly’s Ice Cream Shop; it was locked, and the keys were missing. Her purse was also nowhere to be found. In the days following Connie’s disappearance, her parents searched her bedroom, top to bottom, but found nothing to be missing. It’s also worth mentioning that the day she disappeared was ‘the day before payday,’ and that she only had around ten to fifteen dollars on her.
Connie’s parents felt their daughter didn’t leave ‘of her own choice,’ and her disappearance was the ‘result of foul play.‘ After very little movement on her case, in 1980 Mr. and Mrs. Enright filed paperwork to have Connie declared ‘legally dead,‘ and said in their petition that in the eleven years since she disappeared, they have unsuccessfully continued searching for her; it went on to say that their efforts included a trip to Newport, Rhode Island after they received a tip that a young woman matching her description was seen at a local store. Unfortunately, the trip was uneventful, but they left some pictures of her behind at the market (just in case). Cornelia’s parents also said she ‘had never run away before’ and that prior to her disappearing they: ‘had no fights or disagreements. To the best of our knowledge, she had no secret boyfriends and none of her friends turned up missing.’
The Enright’s said that from the ‘knowledge of our daughter,’ based on the ‘circumstances surrounding’ her disappearance, that ‘it is our opinion that our daughter is now deceased.’ The petition, which had been prepared by the couples’ attorney Cristine Ciofi of the Schenectady law firm of Higgins, Roberts, Beyerl & Coan, PC Law Firm Profile requested that Connie be declared dead and that her estate (which consisted of personal property with a value not exceeding $400) be settled.
Ray and Alice said Connie was a ‘considerate and thoughtful daughter. If she knew she would be out later than 11 PM she would called home and appraised us of the fact.’ They also said their efforts to find her also included a letter to the Social Security Administration in Baltimore as well as multiple conversations with her co-workers, friends, and acquaintances. They also added ‘we further believe that were she alive today, she would have sent us knowledge of the fact.’ The petition to have Connie declared legally deceased was based on a law which provides that a person who is absent for ‘a continuous period of five years who has not been seen or heard from after diligent search and whose absence is not satisfactory explained, shall he presumed have died ‘five years after such unexplained absence commenced.’ Their request was approved and Raymond Enright was declared the executive of his daughter’s estate.
Ted Bundy?: at the end of 1968, Ted left Seattle behind and enrolled at Temple University in Philadelphia, PA, and it was also around this time that he was dumped by his first love, Diane Edwards; reports pointed towards him being in a ‘defeated state of mind,’ and that he was lonely and detached. In early 1969, he briefly relocated to the East Coast and slip-flopped between staying at his grandparents’ house in Roxborough and his aunt’s apartment in Lafayette Hill. He was mostly active in his studies at Temple until early March, when (typical Ted)… he stopped going to class after he got into a minor car accident and hurt his ankle.
After Ted found out about being illegitimate, he used some of his ‘leftover money’ (whatever that is) from when he sold his first VW bug in 1968 and went on a trip to New-York City (supposedly he a friend from school had lent him a car). While there he spent his time exploring ‘flesh-shops and accessing the most explicit forms of pornography’ before he returned to Philadelphia (then eventually Washington).
Also around this time Bundy frequented Ocean City, New Jersey, where his grandparents owned a home on 26th Street (he spent a good amount of time there as a child). Where he isn’t officially linked to the murders, he is heavily suspected of being responsible for the murders of Susan Davis and Elizabeth Perry, two coeds from Monticello Women’s Junior College in Godfrey, Illinois that were were brutally stabbed to death on Memorial Day weekend in 1969. Ted would hint in later interviews that he committed his first abduction and murder in Ocean City, in the ‘early summer or spring’ of 1969.
It is worth mentioning that Connie’s car keys were never located, meaning they (most likely) were at some time in the possession of her abductor; Ted’s future girlfriend Liz Kloepfer stated after his first arrest she went snooping around his room at the Rogers Boarding House and she found a bowl full of miscellaneous keys that didn’t belong to him. Cornelia also disappeared at night in a parking lot, which are similar circumstances to many of Bundy’s confirmed victims (Carol DaRonch, Georgann Hawkins, Brenda Ball, Caryn Campbell, Denise Naslund, etc…). Schenectady is also only a few hours away from both Philadelphia and NYC, which puts him fairly near to Connie at the time she disappeared, and we all know Ted had no problem driving hundreds of miles at a time to hunt for his perfect victim. Additionally, we all know that he targeted girls that fit Enright’s physical description, age, personality and socioeconomic background.
Lemuel Warren Smith: one plausible suspect for the abduction of Cornelia Enright is Lemuel Warren Smith, a convicted rapist and serial killer that operated around the general Albany area that is perhaps best known for being the first person in US history to kill an on duty female corrections officer. While serving out his life sentences at the Green Haven Correctional Facility, Smith murdered thirty-one-year-old Donna Payant; her body was found in a landfill after it was discarded in the prison’s trash.
In April 1969, Smith was a free man living in the Capital District of New York following a 1959 conviction for kidnapping and attempted murder in Baltimore, where he served nearly ten years of a twenty-year sentence before he was paroled in May 1968. He largely stayed in the Albany area during this time until he was rearrested on May 20, 1969 when he kidnapped and sexually assaulted two women in a single day. This time Smith was sentenced to four to fifteen years but was paroled again in October 1976 (shortly before he began the murder spree for which he is best known for). He was caught for the final time on August 19, 1977 after he kidnapped and raped eighteen-year-old Marianne Maggio; thankfully when he forced her to drive towards Albany afterwards, LE stopped their vehicle and took Smith into custody (without incident). As of 2024, Smith remains incarcerated at the Wende Correctional Facility in New York, and where he confessed to his earlier murders, he has consistently maintained his innocence regarding the death of Donna Payant, claiming he was framed by other prison guards’ (a theory that Payant’s own son has called to be reinvestigated).
Robert Garrow: one individual from a Schenectady Facebook group (where I posted asking if anyone remembered Connie) suggested that I look into Robert Garrow, but when I did I got the impression he was more of a pervert and (eventually) spree-killer so I don’t think he would have anything to do with Enright’s disappearance (more importently, he was only active in 1973). In April 1969, Garrow was a free man living in the general Syracuse area and had been released from prison for ‘good behavior’ the previous year after serving only six years of a twenty-year sentence for a 1961 rape conviction. Information regarding his day-to-day activities between 1968 and 1973 is sparse, although it has been confirmed that he worked as a mechanic for a bakery in Syracuse around this time. Investigators have suspected him of being responsible for several cold cases during his five years of freedom, including the 1959 murder of Ruth Whitman, who lived close to him at the time she was killed.
Arthur Shawcross: a name that came up only once in my research is serial killer Arthur John Shawcross, who oddly enough had two separate ‘rounds’ of murders as well as two different types of victims: in 1972 he went away for killing two children under the age of ten in Watertown, NY, and after serving only a fraction of his sentence he was released early on ‘good behavior,’ where he went onto kill eleven sex workers in Rochester. In April 1969, Shawcross was involved in some ‘lower-level’ criminal activity (IE not murder), specifically an arson attack at the Knowlton Brothers Paper Mill. Following this and other incidents involving burglary and arson, he was sentenced to a five-year prison term, of which he served only twenty-two months and he was paroled in October 1971; additionally, some records indicate he was honorably discharged from the US Army around April 1969. I could find no link between him and Cornelia Enright (personally, I don’t think she fit into wither of his demographic of victims).
Frosty Austin: right as I was about to hit the ‘publish’ button, I came across one final piece of information regarding the disappearance of Connie Enright… and at the risk of being dramatic, its something that I find incredibly eerie (I actually sat up in bed and said, ‘oh my gosh, oh my gosh’ a bunch of times until my husband finally asked ‘what?’). There was a unhoused woman in Modesto, CA that (even in her ‘advanced age’) looked incredibly similar to a young Connie, and where I’m not normally someone that puts much effort into ‘solving’ missing persons cases (I will never pretend I know more than law enforcement), this made me actually stop and pay attention.
‘Frosty Austin’ is the alias of an unidentified woman that passed away in a Modesto, California nursing home on October 6, 2018, and despite exhaustive efforts by detectives and the FBI, her true identity remains a mystery. Ms. Austin lived in the Stockton, California area for over thirty years and claimed her maiden name was O’Malley. At the time of her death, she was estimated to be around sixty-seven-years old, 5’6″ tall (Connie waas only 5’2”), and approximately 214 pounds; she had strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes.
Authorities and those that were aquainted with her believe Austin may have been a ‘con-woman’ or fraudster that used multiple assumed identities and told conflicting stories about her past. Her case is listed in the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System as case #UP58456, and ‘armchair detectives’ on social media platforms like Websleuths and Reddit have attempted to link her to multiple missing womens cases (although no match has ever been confirmed).
Conclusion: Connie’s father Raymond Basil Enright passed away at the age of eighty-two on November 5, 1997, and at the time of his death he had been married to Alice for sixty-one years. According to his obituary, he was born and educated in Schenectady and was employed with General Electric for thirty-seven years: he started his career as an electrician in the main plant and by the time he retired had worked his way up to being a ‘mechanic analyst’ at the Knolls Atomic Power Laboratory. Mr. Enright was also a member of the GE Quarter Century Club and was part of the flock at the Faith Baptist Church in Schenectady.
Alice June Enright was ninety-four when she entered into eternal rest on January 31, 2013 in Schenectady, NY. According to her obituary, Mrs. Enright was a member of the Faith Baptist Church in Rexford and was a volunteer with their food pantry for many years. She loved seeing movies at the local theater, going out to eat with her loved ones, and gardening; she was also a great cook and enjoyed hosting holidays at her home with her family and friends. Alice looked forward to traveling and visiting with her son Robert that lived in Florida.
Connie’s brother Robert died at the age of eighty-seven on July 26, 2023 in Niceville, FL. Per his obituary, he graduated from Mount Pleasant High School in 1961 and entered the Air Force shortly after in August 1961, where he served his country for twenty-eight-years as a Weapons Mechanic; he was also involved in the Chemical Warfare unit with the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission. Robert retired as a Senior Master Sergeant and was stationed in several location to include Plattsburgh, NY, Japan, North Carolina, Korea, Thailand (twice) Louisiana, England, Arizona, Virginia, and Florida. He took several classes at Okaloosa-Walton Junior College (which is now Northwest Florida State College) and briefly attended the Senior Non-Commissioned Officer Academy; after he retired from the military, he worked maintenance at the Rocky Bayou Baptist Church for seventeen years, where he also served as a Deacon and was involved in multiple organizations (including Faithful Men, Men’s Retreat Committee, Men’s Breakfast, Benevolence, and Choir). He also loved bowling, running, fishing in his kayak with his buddies, camping, gospel music, and Jesus. John B. Enright died at the age of eighty-six on June 14, 2024 in Schenectady, New York.
As of April 2026, no trace of Cornelia Enright has never been recovered, and in the years following her disappearance, every member of her immediate family has passed away. It could be that for whatever reason, she just decided to up and leave her existing life behind for a new one… but we’ll probably never know the full story.
Works Cited:
charleyproject.org/case/cornelia-june-enright
DeCamilla, Jane. (April 24, 2025). ’56 Years Later, Still No Answers in Disappearance of Schenectady Woman.’ Taken April 20, 2026 from cbs6albany.com
reddit.com/r/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/v8qprv/link_between_ted_bundy_cornelia_j_enright_and/
Sommers, Ashleigh. (October 10, 2025). Taken April 20, 2026 from /ashmysteries.com
troopers.ny.gov/missing-enright-cornelia-june Taken on April 20, 2026.
websleuths.com/threads/ny-cornelia-connie-enright-18-rotterdam-24-april-1969.340318/
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