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While reading John Henry Browne’s book ‘The Devil’s Defender’ while helping with my local election I discovered a few letters between Ted and John Henry Browne (and one sent to the Green River Task Force) that I never read before. I decided to include them here.
October 31, 1976:
Dear John,
Thank you for your letter of October 27. I too, wish the circumstances of our first contact since last February were different. I had intended to write to you on several occasions during the past several months to express my appreciation for the moral and processional support you have given me and my girlfriend and others close to me.
Recent developments seem to indicate that I will be desperately in need of such support in the near future. I have had a tendency to be overly analytical about the motivations of the Colorado authorities in filing their case at this time. I suppose my real concern should not be ‘why’ they filed but ‘what,’ they filed. Whatever their reasoning, they have taken the plunge and are now committed to follow through. However, according to their own admission, their affidavit outlines the same case they had eight months ago. It is safe to say that bringing the case at this time was prompted by considerations other than the circumstantial evidence contained in the arrest warrant affidavit.
Whether or not their case is a strong one, and I am convinced it is not, the threat I face is considerable for numerous non-evidentiary reasons. First and foremost is the publicity. Next comes my conviction for kidnapping in Utah. The third strike against me involves the significant potential for official misconduct (i.e. falsifying evidence) on the part of those who, ‘believe’ in my guilt and feel as it is their duty to being about my conviction.
Finally, I am at an extreme disadvantage due to both a lack of funds to hire attorneys, investigators and experts. And to the prosecutors seemingly unlimited investigative resources; resources which can, quote, ‘create’ an image of credibility when no case exists. It is this last point [that] most concerns me. If I could fight them on an equal footing I have no doubt I would be acquitted. One man, an attorney. [name removed] no matter how skilled or competent, is no match to prepare a defense to equal the complex case the prosecution has created. Without more assistance, the consequences to my life could be fatal.
You have no obligation to come to my aid, but I am begging you to do so because my life hangs in the balance. I am asking you to provide whatever services you can offer, because I am immensely impressed by your legal intelligence and more so because I like you and feel comfortable with you. I need your help now more than I ever have needed help before in my life. What more can I say except ‘please’ help me?
Sincerely,
Ted
PS: I will avoid discussing details of the Colorado case in letters. I will only talk about the case directly to my present attorneys. If you should have questions, submit them through my present attorneys, and if you haven’t read Colorado’s affidavit, I will ask my present attorney to send you a copy, should you be in a position to help, that is.
November 1976:
Dear John,
I received your letter of November 10 today and find some encouragement in your news, if only because it indicates your continuing willingness to help. I would like to keep my options open regarding my final choice of counsel. I have no contact with my present attorney and will be unable to make a decision about him until I have talked to him personally and at length. I hope you will understand ,my reservations as it is my belief that I must have complete confidence in someone in whose my life will be placed.; I have written my present attorney asking his opinion on several critical matters, including extradition, and requesting a meeting with him before I go to Colorado.
Of course I would prefer an alliance between my present attorney and you. If I had a choice at this moment between the two of you, I would choose you, but I am not sure I can afford that choice.
I am in complete agreement concerning guaranteed reimbursement for expenses and lost salary should I ask you to handle my case. Is there any way you can give me some general estimate of what this might amount to for Ressler and you? I know how difficult this would be, but if I had an idea, I would be able to determine whether or not I am capable of raising such an amount at all.
I wouldn’t hold you to an estimate in any event, but if you are out of the ballpark, I had better know now.
The question of extradition carries more significance for me than whether by fighting it I can avoid it. I will be extradited too no matter what, but by opposing extradition, are there advantages which outweigh the disadvantages?
In your opinion, in a habeas corpus hearing on the matter, would not it be possible to expose more of the prosecution’s case, if indeed there is more, as well as, quote, ‘freeze’ what they already have? I think there is a positive potential here.
Second, I am convinced that much time will be required to prepare my defense. The prosecution has been investigating and building their case for fourteen months. God knows how many man-hours and how much money has been expended. Positions, such as admitting evidence as a, quote, ‘common scheme and plan,’ involving incidents in other jurisdictions have been thoroughly briefed. I need time, and I would rather spend it in the Utah State Prison than in the Pitkin County Jail, fighting extradition. Fighting extradition will buy some time, don’t you think?
The negative consequences to such a fight would be, as you observed, publicity and inferring my uncooperativeness. This is a difficult issue, which ultimately involves the whole area of pretrial publicity in my case.
The first question is what is the volume and substance of publicity at this point in the Glenwood Springs/Aspen area, and what is it likely to be in the future?
I will ask my attorney to make a study of this, should a motion for postponement on grounds of pretrial publicity be warranted. Will my opposition to extradition do any further harm? I am not convinced that it will, especially since I intend to make it clear the reasons why I am fighting extradition: 1) I was not in Colorado at the time of the commission of the crime; and 2) Need time to overcome great prosecution advantage.
Bad reasons, you know. I just thought the effect of fighting extradition is not nearly as damaging as the impact of losing that fight, which will eventually happen.
Now I have changed my mind a lot. Damn it. I think it is perfectly suicidal to rush into a strange state and be represented by an unknown attorney who has but a few weeks to prepare against a case, which the prosecution has been plotting for over a year. I believe it is literally suicide. What do you recommend?
This is a case which will be won or lost by the ability of the defense to do the following: 1) thoroughly field investigate; and 2) Suppress testimony related to other crimes.
I will elaborate more on that issue later. Can’t fit anymore paper in this envelope. Thanks again for the letter.
Hang in there,
Ted
November 29, 1976:
Dear John,
My issue of the Wednesday, November 24, 1976, Seattle Times contains an article on A4 with a bold heading, quote: ‘FBI Links Hair Samples to Bundy.’ This is just not something I expected from the Times. What are they doing, warming up the cross for my execution?
This is one of the most flagrant examples of prosecution by the press that I have ever seen. The worst thing about this Seattle Times article is that it will be carried by the wire services and broadcast in the Denver and the Aspen area.
Damn it John, I can’t get used to this abuse. The impact of this article is deadly, without the knowledge that hair samples are far from being identification.
He goes on to mention, quote, ‘several’ eyewitnesses, when, as you may know, there was one woman who picks my picture one year after the Colorado disappearance and stated that she had passed a, quote, ‘strange’ man in the hall the night of the disappearance, who looked like me, and observation she neglected to mention to police until a year later.
Note also how the fallacious escape materials, also how the escape material allegations is injected to magnify the inferences of guilt.
The intent of the article is purely malicious and prejudicial. I feel powerless as I watch my conviction firsthand by the media. I see this article as part of a calculated attempt to convince the public of the official belief in my guilt, and to influence the outcome of the Colorado trial.
I had to do something. Enclosed you will find a letter to the editor of the Times. Would you read it and if it seems appropriate, do what you can to have it published? ‘Thanks.’
Best regards,
Ted
July 7, 1977:
Dear John,
Good heavens… it has been over three weeks since my early morning call to you upon my return to captivity, and I am just getting around to saying, quote, ‘thank you,’ to you for coming to my aid, coming to aspen, and just generally making mew feel less like a fumbling, stupid idiot I was behaving like.
Aw, but the adventurous chapter is behind me, or so I would like to think at this moment. The ghosts of my escapade will return [in] the form of five counts and a new information. I will behave like the hardened convict I am and say, quote, ‘Fuck it. I have got broad shoulders.’ This is what a hard con would say, isn’t it?
Since my return, I have been in procrastination, in a procrastination inspired slump. (‘I have got plenty of time; the suppression hearing isn’t for two months’).
Instead of working, I have been doing push-ups, pull-ups, jumping rope, and have done my best to emulate Tarzan. I am eating nuts, took vitamins, gagged on nutritional yeast, and in the process have (at least to my own mind) become a superb physical specimen.
Now I am sitting here wondering what makes me want to be so damned healthy.
Today I emerged from both my ‘slump’ and my Fourth of July depression, and decided to entertain myself with the criminal law again. What a shameful attitude. However, working on the case has become both fun and distracting, an attitude which no doubt reinforces the point of view that I shouldn’t be handing this case- bit Christ, if a person can’t enjoy the work, why do it? It is just plain challenging.
It is also just a bit frightening at times, too.
Today, for instance, I decided to research the area of suppression of evidence material and favorable to the defense. Since several re-readings of the documents in question convinces me that they alone might warrant a new trial.
I took the amicus brief that you wrote in the Wright case. I looked up a few cases, the most recent US Supreme Court being US vs. Aggers. What a horrendous case. The Berger Court is very unsound. Agurs [sic], on top of Brady, is like mustard on top of a chocolate cake. It just doesn’t make sense and gives me indigestion. Until… I talked to an attorney (I knew they were good for something); the attorney just happened to mention that aggers came down in June 1976 and that all of the discovery in my case took place between November 1975 and February 1976. Thus, Brady and its progeny, free of the Aggers sliding rule (this is where ethe prosecutor slides everything into the police files and says he never saw the stuff, honest!) would be applied in my case.
Still, this is no guarantee, but I am more confident about receiving a new trial now than ever before.
At this point, however, I think I would lose a new trial in the kidnapping case, but hell, getting there would be half the fun, anyway. So I am fat and healthy, munching on something called, ‘peanuts and caramel log,’ one of many goodies sent to me by my friends. Sounds disgusting, and it is, but I have a munchy mentality and I truly love it.
Thanks again. You have done a great deal for me. I want you to know how I recognize it and appreciate it. Now try to take that to the bank. How much is it worth to you to have me tell you that I can’t imagine a finer defense attorney than yourself? It’s true. I consider myself an expert on the good ones and the bad ones.
Best wishes,
Ted
June 1, 1977:
Dear John,
During the time you stayed in Tallahassee, we had a chance to discuss at length developments in the case. If you feel anything like I do, you are sick and tired of hearing about the Bundy case.
It was great seeing you and talking with you again. There can be little question as to why you are doing so well in your practice’ you are an exceptionally bright and concerned person. You are much more than that, but that way in which you reach out to those whose causes you advocate is extraordinary.
I am fortunate to have you on my side and there is no adequate manner to express my gratitude for the time and expense you took to come help me, except to give you a deeply felt, quote, ‘thank you,’ in every way.
Best regards,
Ted
October 15, 1984*:
Dear John,
Are you still there? I mean, are you still in the Smith Tower? I hope this is forwarded to you if you are not.
How are you? Still Running? It has been a while since we have been in touch. Carole told me that she and out daughter, Rosebud, just paid a visit to you around Christmas time last year.
I have a favor to ask you. Would you mind taking the enclosed letter I have written to someone associated with the Green River Task Force who has some sense and can be trusted to take the right steps to see that the letter both receives proper consideration and remains confidential?
I know firsthand how professional egos and agency rivalries and conventional police close-mindedness can drastically reduce the effectiveness of an organization like the Task Force.
I am pretty sure I can provide them with some valuable information if we can transcend such limitations. So please give it to someone with an open mind and creative outlook on investigating such cases. Does such an animal exist? On October 1, I wrote a letter to the Task Force, which I sent via a superior court judge in Tacoma, a longtime family friend. I asked him to let me know that he had received and forwarded it, but in two weeks I have heard nothing from him or the task force.
Actually, I would have sent the letter through you in the first place, but it just didn’t occur to me until after I mailed the letter.
So what’s do you think of the Task Force? What do you know about it? Is it chasing its tail/ It is disorganized? Does it have competent people? Is it well run? Would the people there resent or reject out-of-hand my offer of information and assistance?
There are a number of reasons why I offer my help to the Task Force at this time (please go ahead and read the letter I have written to them, by the way, and it may give you a better understanding of what I am doing). Basically, through, the case fascinates me and challenges me. I would like to figure out what makes the Green River guy tick, and I figure I have as good a chance of doing that than anyone on the Task Force. And I also think that the time seems right in some inexplicable sort of way, and I dins myself saying, quote, ‘why not put some of your knowledge and unique perspective to use. It could be interesting.’
I don’t fancy myself playing detective, but I will bet I can play the man or men they are looking for better than any of them.
Please let me know you received this and what, if anything, happened when you passed it along.
Thank you for your help. Take care of yourself.
Peace,
Ted
PS: And remember, you can arrange to reach me by phone, if you wish.
*I do want to point out that in Robert Keppels book (and movie), ‘The Riverman,’ the letter was sent directly to Keppel and bypassed John Henry Browne completely.
October 15: 1984:
Dear Task Force Members:
On October 1, 1984, I wrote a letter to you and sent it via a superior court judge in Tacoma. I asked the judge to give me some kind of indication that he would- he had received and forwarded that letter to you.
During the intervening two weeks, I have heard nothing from the judge or you, I don’t know what the problem is, or even if there is a problem, but I thought I had better try another means of contacting you in case, for whatever reason, the first failed.
Therefore, I send this letter to you through John Henry Browne, a Seattle criminal defense attorney, who I know and trust.
I must admit that I am being cautious on approaching you. It would not look good to my fellow prisoners if it became known that I offered to help and provide information for your investigation.
This is one reason I do not want to let it be known that I am writing to you.
Mail passes through many hands before it leaves this place, and there are too many curious minds for me to address a letter to you directly.
As broader concern of mine is that my offer of information and whatever other assistance you determine I can provide not be made known outside the Task Force, especially not to the news media, in part because of the reasons I stated above, and in part because such publicity could hamper your investigation in some way.
Olay, with that in mind, I will tell you, as I told you in my other letter, that I have information which I believe would be useful in your investigation. I have a unique perspective on the Green River case, which, while I may not provide you with anything you haven’t thought of before, may cause you to refocus and read re-examine [sic] things you may have neglected or dismissed for some reason or another.
Let me explain how I came to realize I had something of value to offer you at this late date.
While I gather that the Green River matter has been a source of concern in the Pacific Northwest for a couple of years or so, news of these murders did not begin to filter down to this far corner of the country until maybe a year ago, as far as I can recall. Even then, news accounts here were infrequent and very brief. I am sure the news coverage here was microscopic compared to what has been seen in the Seattle Tacoma area.
Not having access to regular, detailed, and comprehensive news coverage, I did not have an opportunity to gain any kind of feel for the Green River situation. I had no basis for developing any ideas or insights. I had no reason to go out of my way to learn more about the cases. There were other things on my mind.
Then two to three months ago, I began receiving a local newspaper from Tacoma. It was the first time in over five years I have received a daily newspaper from the Northwest. It was about a month ago that I got my first real taste of the local coverage of the Green River investigation when the body of a woman, believed to be linked to the Green River cases, was discovered in a remote area of Pierce County.
The news coverage of that discovery, and subsequent and related articles were something of a revelation. I got a feel for what was happening, albeit tentative, and was based on pitifully few facts. But I know your man in a way that facts alone cannot accomplish.
I do not know his face, but I have some pretty good ideas on where you can look to see him for yourselves. There are many reasons why I want to see if I can be of some help to you. I won’t claim some noble, civic-minded motivation. Basically, the case has really begun to intrigue me. But I am sure it intrigues lots if people. The difference is I have knowledge and a point of view to add to your case investigation like no one else does.
I may simply have reached the point where I realized I have something of value and the chance to use it productively.
I would like your assurance that this letter, and any other communications we may have will be kept strictly confidential, and that no one outside of the Task Force will be made aware of what I have said here or will say should we enter into a dialogue.
If you wish to communicate to me by mail, please do so by sending a letter though my prosecutor, lawyer, or a judge that is clearly marked, ‘legal mail.’ Such mail is opened in my presence and not read. Other mail is opened in the mailroom and may be read.
If you would rather send someone to talk with me, I would welcome the opportunity. Eventually, I think you stand to gain more if you meet with me personally. If you do decide to send someone to Florida, I suggest that you have someone from a local office of the FBI help you gain entrance to the prison without divulging the exact reason for your visit.
Well, there you have it. If have no way of knowing if you need or want anything I have to offer. All I can do is let you know I am willing to help any way I can. The rest is up to you.
Good luck.
Sincerely,
Ted Bundy
Jane Doe B-10: an unknown white female between twelve and nineteen that was discovered in 1984 close to the body of Cheryl Wims; she most likely was killed in the summer of 1983 and it’s suspected she had brown hair, stood around 5’5″ tall, and weighed 120 pounds. She was most likely left-handed and at one point in her adolescence had an injury to the front, left side of her head.
Jane Doe B-17: this victim most likely died in 1983 and their victims bones were found twice: some were found in 1984 and others were found in 1986. She was most likely a white female, aged 14-19, around 5’4”- 5’8” and average weight, around 120-140 lbs. Ridgway said she died in Spring or Summer 1983. Isotope testing shows she is possibly from the Northern United states (Alaska, Montana, Idaho, North Dakota) or Canada.
Jane Doe B- 20: discovered in 2003 after Ridgway led investigators to her remains, however her skull was never recovered so no composite sketch could be created (her race could also never be determined); it is known that she died some time in between 1973-1993 (but it most likely occurred sometime in the late 1970’s) and was most likely around thirteen to twenty-four years old. Ridgway confessed that he killed her sometime in the summer of either ’82 or ’83 and she was white and around twenty-years-old and had with brown or blonde shoulder length hair; he claimed to have started his crime spree in ’82 but it could have been earlier and doesn’t remember killing anyone in the 1970’s, but admitted it was possible.

















































Background: Wendy Lee Coffield was born on April 17, 1966 to Herbert and Virginia (nee Eaton) Coffield in Renton, WA. Herbert ‘Bert’ Ralph Coffield was born on April 1, 1937 in Bellingham, WA and Virginia Lee Eaton was born on September 6, 1945 in Kellogg, Idaho (although one source said the event took place in Portland, OR). Upon returning home from the Korean War (he was drafted in Fairbanks, Alaska on April 5, 1955) Bert married Virginia Eaton on February 26, 1965 and the couple had two children together: Wendy and her older sister Patricia ‘Patsy’ Lee, who was born on February 27, 1965. According to Patsy, Wendy had been causing difficulties ‘starting from the minute she was born,’ and she ‘had a way of running into trouble,’ but Virginia was a bit less critical, and said where she her younger daughter was definitely a ‘spitfire’ she ‘wasn’t a troublemaker,’ and was more ‘mischievous. I don’t think she was what you’d call real trouble.’
When Wendy was thirteen her parents divorced on October 17, 1979, and after the split she stayed with her mother, who said that her daughter was: ‘wild in a lot of ways, but I don’t think it was a harmful kind of wild. The only one it hurt was herself.’ Mrs. Coffield said her behavioral problems intensified after the two had left the family farm in Black Diamond and moved about a half-hour away into low-income housing in Kent, WA.
Adolescence: Virginia said that when Wendy was still in her care she would frequently disappear for days at a time, and when she eventually returned would never tell her where she had been; she clarified that she didn’t consider her to be a runaway because she ‘always came back.’ Despite officially being listed as a prostitute, Mrs. Coffield said she strongly felt that her daughter was more likely to have tried to con money from the men, and wouldn’t have had sex with them.
Wendy’s mother said her daughter had been ‘a good little girl’ when they were living in the country, but her ‘trouble’ began when they moved to Kent then Auburn (which are both relatively small when compared to nearby Seattle or Tacoma). The Coffield’s never had much money and Virginia seemed to especially struggle after her divorce; mother and daughter quickly jumped around from one low-rent residence to another, and there was even a brief period in the warmer spring and summer months when they were forced to live in a tent, eating blackberries from nearby bushes that they also sold to buy food.
One night, when Wendy was fourteen or fifteen Virginia recalled that she had come home disheveled and upset: ‘she said some guy raped her while she was hitchhiking. That’s the way she got around. Hitchhiking. I told her that’s what happens. After that, she changed.’ Mrs. Coffield acknowledged that her daughter had ‘one brush with hard drugs,’ and had been involved in other minor infractions like ‘drinking in school and trying to sell a health food supplement as a drug.’ At the time Wendy disappeared her mother had only been thirty-six and had barely made it through her own painful childhood: her parents had been far more worried about getting drunk and her needs sadly fell to the wayside, as Vigrinia had come from ‘a big family of drinkers.’
At sixteen Virginia had become pregnant and had given that baby up for adoption, and from there, she spent two years at Maple Lane, a juvenile corrections facility for young ladies located in Grand Mound,WA: ‘I felt like I was a misfit; nobody understood me. She (Wendy) was seeking help just like I did, but they put her out (of juvenile detention) when they should have given her supervision. She just needed a couple of years off the street to grow up.’ Mrs. Coffield said her problems with drinking, coping with divorce, and a boyfriend much like her junior that Wendy was also interested in romantically only contributed to her problems.
1982: By the middle of 1982, Virginia and Wendy were living in yet another run-down apartment in downtown Puyallup, and after she stopped going to junior high she enrolled in Kent Continuation School in a half-assed attempt to keep up with her education (she reportedly preferred to spend her time partying and drinking). She was known to use drugs on a frequent basis and occasionally engaged in sex work, and by sixteen she had already been arrested multiple times. At the time of her murder in July 1982 she was romantically involved with a twenty-one-year-old, and instead of making her daughter end it Virginia began to date him, and even moved him into their apartment; he turned out to be physically abusive to both of them, and mother and daughter would often fight over him. Shortly before Wendy was murdered her mother had finally admitted to herself that she had lost control of her, and that she ‘just started having trouble’ and had been well-known to LE in both King and Pierce Counties: ‘the last thing she did was she took $140 in food stamps from one of our neighbors.’
Mrs. Coffield said that in the earlier part of 1982 Wendy had been sent to Reman Hall in University Place after she stole lunch tickets from Sumner Junior High School, and had returned home that May. Upon their reunion Virginia said her daughter apologized for what she did and told her that she loved her, but her good behavior didn’t last long and the authorities had to be called after she stole food stamps from a neighbor and used them to fill her mother’s cupboards (which she discovered one night after returning home from bingo). After the incident the two ‘decided together’ that the best place for Wendy was in an ‘alternative placement,’ and after they signed the papers they cried together; Virginia also said that at one point her daughter told her that: ‘she hated me and never wanted to see me again. But I knew inside she didn’t mean it. She was hurt. She was trying to help me, she thought.’
July 8, 1982: There seems to be some uncertainty when it comes to the final hours of Wendy Lee Coffield’s life: according to her Virginia, she was allowed to leave the foster home that she had been living in at the time, but there was a court-imposed curfew. She reportedly visited with her for the last time on July 8, 1982, and from there one source claimed that she told her mother of plans of spending the night at her grandfather’s house later that same day, and that her foster mother had given her permission, but it was later discovered she was only supposed to ‘go for a walk.’ It was the last time she was seen alive.
In the months that followed her daughter’s murder Virginia said she wished she had spent more time getting to know her and that she had developed a better understanding of her; she said that where Wendy wasn’t an ‘angel by any means’ she was still lonely without her: ‘I just wish that it was over, that it was solved and he (Wendy’s killer) was locked up somewhere. I just wish she was here and we didn’t have to go through this.’
According to a psychologist’s report that was conducted by the Seattle Youth Department after one of her arrests, Wendy generally: ‘did not look at me and was consistently sullen throughout the examination. At times she expressed herself angrily. She generally appeared reluctant to extend herself mentally and tended to give up over-easily. She evidenced a general dysmorphia and pessimism about herself and her situation. She was an angry, resistant, immature young woman who seems deeply unhappy with herself and with her external world. All in all, I believe Wendy is certainly not capable of managing her own life constructively and in socially appropriate directions.’
The Discovery: Seven days after Coffield was last seen alive on July 15th, 1982, Gallan Hirschi and his friend Robert were riding their bikes in Kent when they noticed remains of a woman snagged on pilings against an old river post underneath the southern side of the Peck Bridge located on Meeker Street in Kent, WA. In the summer months of 1982, the water in the Green River wasn’t very deep, and as a result she would have been in plain sight of anyone that crossed the bridge. Close to where Wendy’s body was found, there was a restaurant called ‘The Ebb Tide,’ and only a block away was a topless bar, a meat-packing plant, a two-story motel, as well as a handful of fast-food eateries.
Because of the low water level in the Green River in the summer of 1982, much of its rocky shoreline and reedy grasses was exposed, so it wouldn’t have been very difficult for someone to carry Wendy from their car down to the river (although it obvious would have to been in the cloak of darkness at night). At first glance, the two fifteen-year-olds thought the object in the water looked like a large bag or possibly even a mannequin, but after they got off their bikes and went closer to get a better look they realized they were looking at human hair and a jacket. According to Hirschi, ‘the thing that caught my eye was tennis shoes. That doesn’t go away.’ The incident was followed by years of nightmares and an intense fear of walking close to water, and to this day he doesn’t like the sight of hair under water.
King County Medical Examiner Dr. Don Reay noted that the young victim had five tattoos: a vine around a heart on her left arm, two tiny butterflies above her breasts, a cross with a vine around it on her shoulder, a Harley Davidson motorcycle insignia on her back, and the unfinished outline of a unicorn on her lower abdomen. In the days that immediately followed the discovery, the King County ME was able to determine that she hadn’t drowned and had already been dead when she was left in the Green River. After a description of the young woman’s body art was published in the local Seattle newspapers, a tattoo artist recognized his work and came forward and identified the victim as Wendy. According to reports, he said, ‘I think she lives in Puyallup with her mother. She’s only sixteen.’
Detectives eventually located Virginia, and although she appeared to be in shock, she murmured to herself, ‘I kind of expected it.’ She then explained that she wondered if Wendy had been working as a prostitute and that she may have been attacked and killed by a ‘John.’ I know that was the kind of life she chose for herself. We taught her the best we could.’
The medical examiner’s office determined that Wendy had been strangled to death with her own pants in a different location then had been brought to Peck Bridge to be discarded, where she had remained for several days before she had been found; according to Ann Rule’s book, ‘Green River, Running Red,’ Coffield had been ‘partially naked’ when she had been recovered and had been ‘violently choked with her own panties.’ Because she was reported missing on July 8th, 1982, it is possible that she had been dead for up to a week and by the time she had been recovered her remains were badly decomposed because of the summer temperatures.
Virginia Coffield says she remembered her younger daughter as a ‘cute, little blue-eyed blonde, full of life,’ … ‘It’s sick. When you see your baby there all discolored and not all there.’ In an interview with The News Tribune reporter Teresa Cronin, Virginia Coffield said that she wished that she didn’t turn Wendy over to authorities the second time that she got in trouble, and had she known what was going to happen she would have kept her at home and disciplined her there.
Lawsuit: In February of 1983 Herbert and Virginia Coffield filed a lawsuit in Pierce County Superior Court alleging that the state of Washington along with the supervisors at the foster home that their daughter was residing at were negligent in her care and supervision. The family’s attorney Roger Wilson stated that Wendy should have been in a ‘more secure’ facility and that the state did not properly inform the home of her history, for example her previous threats to run away from Remann Hall; both the state and the foster parents denied responsibility for the child’s murder.
The suit was dismissed in April 1986 after a judge ruled in favor of ‘Jeannie Powers and her husband’ (who were the operators of the foster home) because ‘state juvenile law prevented them from holding the girl against her will’ and ‘the state and foster home had no duty to police the minor under their jurisdiction.’
Gary Leon Ridgway: When King County LE pulled the body of Wendy Lee Coffield out of the Green River,they had no idea it was the beginning of a nightmare that would go on for well over ten years, and before 1982 was over, a truck painter and husband/father of one named Gary Leon Ridgway would go on to murder fifteen women. Only nine days after Wendy Coffield was last seen alive, seventeen-year-old Gisele Ann Lovvorn disappeared on July 17, 1982; her remains were uncovered a little over two months later on September 25, 1982. The first time that Ridgway came up on police radar was on April 30, 1983 after his victim Marie Malvar disappeared: her boyfriend followed a pick-up truck that was connected to her disappearance that was later proven to belong to him.
Gary Leon Ridgway was eventually charged with killing Wendy Lee Coffield in April 2003, and it was eventually determined that he was responsible for the murders of at least forty-nine women across Seattle between 1982 and 1984. In March 2003 a private laboratory called ‘Microtrace’ discovered tiny spheres of spray paint on the clothes of Wendy Coffield and Debra Estes, which was structurally identical to the highly unique DuPont Imron paint that was used at the Kenworth Truck Plant outside of Seattle where Ridgway worked as a truck painter.
Conclusion: Herbert Coffield died at the age of sixty-eight on October 10, 2005 in Bellingham, WA. According to his obituary, over the course of his life Bert had worked many jobs across multiple states, including Alaska, Oregon, and Washington, and at one point even owned his own business called ‘Bert’s Janitorial Services’ in Fairbanks. In addition to blue collar work, he also owned a company called ‘The Tohunga Co.’ in Kent, which made contemporary and primitive art pieces.
In his younger years Bert collected firearms and owned multiple motorcycles, and in 1954 he rode his Harley from Fairbanks to Bellingham using the Alcan Highway (which is unofficially referred to as ‘The Alaskan Highway’) when it was still very new and primitive. A nature lover and artist, Mr. Coffield was always doing and creating something, whether it was carving wood, oil painting, or drawing; he also loved to read and was always in the middle of a book in an attempt to ‘discover the answers to life’s deeper mysteries.’ He had a ‘consummately generous spirit’ and was always ‘giving things away’ in an attempt to share the recent things that he had recently learned and picked up. He didn’t believe in death at the end, but ‘as a transfer point to the next level of consciousness.’
In her final few years on this earth Virginia lived with Patsy and died after what seems like a life full of struggles and mental illness on June 19, 2018 at the age of seventy-three. I was easily able to find Patsy’s Facebook page, and in her (public) posts she made no secret that her mother had suffered from self-harm tendencies and often resorted to verbal threats and physical abuse when she didn’t get her way.
Wendy’s sister Patsy Lee was only fifty-eight when she passed away in her sleep in her home in Enumclaw on January 28, 2024. In her adult life, she worked at Circle K and Seven Eleven for several years before she later found employment at the Muckleshoot Casino Resort in Auburn, retiring around 2022. According to her obituary, Patsy adored her late parents and sister and missed them all greatly, and she enjoyed sharing her memories about them.
* I do feel that it is important to note that Wendy Lee Coffield is not technically Gary Ridgway’s first victim: at the age of sixteen he stabbed a six-year-old boy, critically injuring him; LE ignored the child when he blamed him for the attack and he went unpunished. In 1980, Ridgway was arrested for allegedly choking a prostitute, but no charges were filed after he claimed that the woman had bit him. Two years later he was arrested for solicitation, and it’s strongly speculated that he began murdering women shortly after.

































































































.I found this earlier, sorry for the poor quality.
A timeline of Gary Ridgway’s life, courtesy of Brenda Lackey, Carlie Jones, and Julie Johnson from Radford University.
He lives alone. Never married and failed in relationships with women.” – Theodore Robert Bundy regarding the identity of the Green River Killer, 1984.
Gary Leon Ridgway was born February 18, 1949 to Thomas and Mary (nee Steinman)ma Ridgway of Salt Lake City, Utah. The family eventually relocated to Washington state where Thomas got a job as a bus driver and would frequently complain about the presence of sex workers on his driving route. His mother was employed as a sales clerk at JCPenney’s and was frequently called domineering by the people around her. Gary was the middle child and had two brothers (Gregory Leon born in November 1947 and Thomas Edward) and it’s widely known that his older sibling Gregory was the family favorite. It’s often theorized that he felt inferior to him, who ran for student office while in high school and went on to major in physics at Studied Physics Major at the University of Washington. In comparison, Gary was diagnosed with dyslexia, was held back twice in school, and had an IQ in the low 80’s. An attorney for the prosecution, Patty Eakes was able to shed some insight into Ridgway’s state of mind, claiming the only time she ever saw him express any sort of real emotions was when talking about his own intelligence: ‘he was so obviously limited, intellectually. The one time he genuinely cried was when he talked about how afraid he was of being put on the ‘short bus.’ I suspect that having a brilliant brother was a big thing that shaped him. Gary’s the troubled one, not the smart one. I suspect that was a big issue for him throughout his life. Perhaps being a killer of women was something he could succeed at.’ … ‘He came from a very middle-class family. There was nothing really that remarkable about him.’
Aside from feeling inferior to his older brother, Ridgway’s home life was considered incredibly dysfunctional: he was a chronic bed-wetter until the age of 13, and after each episode Mrs. Ridgway would wash her sons’ genitals. He would later tell psychologists that he had both feelings of extreme rage and sexual attraction toward her, and often fantasized about killing her. Some behavioral scientists feel that his crimes may have been a case of ‘displaced matricide’ and he was unconsciously ‘killing his mother over and over again’ even though he didn’t actually take her life.
Gary graduated from Tyee High School in 1969 at twenty years old and the following year married Claudia Kraig, his longtime sweetheart. He then joined the Navy and served onboard a supply ship after being sent to Vietnam. During his time in the service Ridgway was frequently unfaithful to his new wife, often engaging in activities with sex workers. Despite becoming angry after contracting gonorrhea, he continued his risky behavior without using any sort of barrier protection; the couple divorced in 1972. Ridgway wasn’t single for long and married Martha Wilson in 1973. This relationship also ended in divorce because of his frequent infidelity. He encouraged Wilson to participate in risqué activities like sex in locations where he dumped some of his victims and she even accused him of putting her in a chokehold at some point during their marriage. Ridgway shared a son with her they named Matthew (b. 1975), and reportedly had him in his truck during some of the murders that took place on the weekends. He later admitted to detectives that if his son would have developed any sort of inkling as to what was going on he would have killed him immediately to silence him.
After returning from Vietnam, Ridgway got a job painting semis at the Kenworth Trucking Company, and in 1982 bought his house on 32nd Place South. The same year, teenage runaways and prostitutes began disappearing from major roadways throughout King County, Washington. Throughout the 1980’s and 90’s, Ridgway confessed to murdering at least 71 teenage girls and women in the Seattle/Tacoma area (although that number is speculated to be about 90 or more). In order to gain their trust and lower their defenses, on occasion Ridgway would show the women a picture of his son. After a few minutes of sexual intercourse from ‘behind,’ he would often strangle his victims by wrapping his forearm tightly around their necks, then use his other arm to pull back as tightly as he could. Ridgway killed the majority of his victims in his home then dumped their remains in wooded areas. Multiple bodies wound up making their way to the river and eventually washed up to shore, giving him the nickname ‘The Green River Killer.’ Ridgway would frequently contaminate the crime scenes with gum and cigarette butts (even though he wasn’t a smoker or a gum chewer) just to throw law enforcement off his trail. He would also dump his victims body in one place, leave it for a while, then return and transport it to a second location in order to create a false trail; at least two of his victims were transported as far away as Portland, Oregon.
In the early 1980’s, the King County Sheriff’s Office formed the ‘Green River Task Force.’ In November 1984, Ted Bundy contacted the department after seeing an article in a local newspaper about the Green River case. The doomed serial killer was on death row when the murders began in 1982, and a part of me thinks he was jealous of the attention that ‘the Riverman’ was receiving, as he was no longer in the spotlight. So, six years into his death sentence Bundy sent a 22-page letter to King County chief criminal investigators Robert Keppel and Dave Reichert asking if they’d like his assistance to help solve the Green River case. In the letter, Bundy said: ‘don’t ask me why I believe I’m an expert in this area, just accept that I am and we’ll start from there.’ Regarding being contacted by Bundy, Dr. Keppel said: ‘it was a letter from a ‘wanna-be’ consultant and the most unlikely person I ever expected to be of assistance in the Green River murders. The letter came from a cell on death row in Florida; the sender was Theodore Robert Bundy. I was stunned.’ Turns out I was right about my jealousy theory: Keppel and Reichert both stated that they sensed a bit of jealousy from Ted regarding the GRK stealing his thunder. At the time Bundy sent the letter to detectives he was still the primary suspect in many unsolved homicides across multiple states. Because of this, the two detectives accepted the serial killer’s ‘help’ when in actuality they were only interested in seeing if they could get any sort of information regarding their unsolved cases.
In 1972, Bundy graduated from the University of Washington with a Bachelor’s degree in Psychology, and around 1974 young girls and women in the general Seattle area started disappearing. There were rumblings of an attractive young man wearing an arm sling or using crutches as a ruse to help lure pretty young coeds into his car by asking for assistance. After he made a mistake at Lake Sammamish on July 14, 1974 by not only taking two victims on the same day (from the same place) AND using his real name, he quickly left the area and enrolled in law school at the University of Utah in Salt Lake City. We all know he was eventually pulled over and arrested there on August 16, 1975. After Bundy escaped not once but twice, he fled to Florida where he was eventually caught after killing Chi Omega sisters Lisa Levy and Margaret Bowman as well as sweet little 12-year-old Kimberly Leach.
Two years before Bundy ‘created’ his criminal profile of the GRK, in 1982 FBI Special Agent John E. Douglas had already come up with his own profile that was fairly accurate and mentioned a few key points: the unsub was a divorced, white male who drove an older model vehicle. He often visited with sex workers and was very familiar with the area where he disposed of the bodies. Douglas also felt the killer was somewhere between the ages of 25-35, and it just so happens that at the beginning of his rampage Gary Ridgway was 33-years-old. However, a profile is not considered to be evidence, simply a tool used to help narrow down a list of suspects. Despite Bundy’s impact on the Ridgway case being completely overblown, numerous movies, documentaries, and books have been made over the years simply for the sake of shock value. This is a great example as to how Ted’s capabilities and ‘intelligence’ is frequently exaggerated for the sake of a good story. For some, the idea of a serial killer helping track down another serial killer is straight out of a movie, and the fact that it may have sort-of happened is far too fascinating to be thwarted by facts.
Ted also theorized to Keppel and Reichert that the GRK was returning to his dump sites to have ‘intimate relations’ with his victims: ‘I think he might be … intending to return to the scene to either view his victim, or in fact, interact with the body in some way.’ He went on to tell the detectives that if they ever stumbled upon a ‘fresh grave’ they should stake it out and wait for him to come back. During his allocution, Ridgway admitted that he did indeed return to his victims’ remains and violated their corpses. Bundy also told the detectives that they could possibly catch the killer if they staked out his old dump sites, and Keppel admitted they did that but the media would often show up and blow their cover.
Reichert: ‘Do you think that he parks his vehicle?’
Bundy: ‘Oh sure and just watches. My feelings about the guy is he’s very low key and inoffensive.’ He went on to say: ‘I think there’s an excellent chance that he picked up a number of prostitutes that he has later released for any number of reasons. He knows what these girls are like and what they need. Employment, money, or drugs.’
Once again, Bundy got it right: after he was in custody, Ridgway did share with detectives that he not only would park his pickup truck and watch the prostitutes walk by, but he also promised some of them extra cash or a chance of ‘honest’ employment, even going so far as to staying in touch with few of them by the phone. They were all empty promises, and not a single one was fulfilled.
Bundy also advised Keppel and Reichert that the police department most likely already had contact with the perpetrator of these heinous crimes at some point in the past, saying: ‘there’s a chance this guy has already been reported. Field card here, arrested there, reported over here, license plate shows up over here.’ Again, Bundy got another trait correct: in the 1980’s, Ridgway came into contact with the police at least ten times. Some matters were routine but others involved some of his victims.
One victim did stand out to Ted as not being a victim of the GRK: Amina Agisheff, saying, ‘it seems to me those circumstances, but not necessarily, eliminates Agisheff as a victim of the Riverman. This is most likely because at 36 she was older than many of the other victims, and the minute amount of time between Agisheff’s disappearance and that of Wendy Coffield.’ When Ridgway was in custody, detectives inquired about an unsolved murder just to see if he would confess; he denied it saying, ‘why if it isn’t mine? Because I have pride ….. in what I do, I don’t wanna take it from anybody else.’
About the convicted serial killer, Keppel said ‘Bundy was right on the money all the way around. He knew what to expect out of this guy. That’s the experience of a real killer.’ Reichert commented that Bundy had several traits in common with Ridgway, especially regarding his mindset: ‘first off, there’s no remorse. He doesn’t have any feelings toward anybody, his family included. And that’s what I saw in Bundy and what I saw in Ridgway.’ In an interview with the New York Times, Reichert said: ‘like Mr. Bundy… Mr. Ridgway craved attention and control and was prideful when discussing his killings.’
In 1985, Ridgway started seeing Judith Mawson after they met at the White Shutters Tavern; he eventually made her his third wife in 1988. Mawson claimed in a 2010 TV interview that when she moved into his house the floors were bare and there was no carpet. Detectives told her that Ridgway most likely wrapped a body in the carpet and never bothered to replace it. He did in fact bring most of his victims back to his house before murdering them. In that same interview, Mawson mentioned that her husband would frequently leave for work very early in the morning on some days, telling her it was for ‘overtime.’ She theorized that Gary must have committed some of his atrocities while allegedly working this early morning OT. Judith went on to say that she had no knowledge of his activities until she was contacted by detectives in 1987, even claiming to have had no knowledge of the Green River Killer at all due to the fact that she did not watch the news or read the paper.
During an interview with writer Pennie Morehead in prison, Ridgway pointed out that while he was married to Mawson his kill rate greatly decreased due to the fact that he was happy and genuinely loved her. In fact, of the 49 women he slaughtered he only killed three while he was involved with Judith. In an interview with the same reporter, Mawson said: ‘I feel I have saved lives … by being his wife and making him happy.’ She at one time called Ridgway the ‘perfect husband’ and that despite being together for 17 years he always treated their relationship as if they were newlyweds. Ridgway did confess he was tempted to kill Mawson on multiple occasions, and the feeling only passed when he realized it would have increased the odds of him getting caught. Despite his psychopathic tendencies, Ridgway did admit that he loved his wife.
Gary Ridgway’s first attempt at murder wasn’t a very successful one: he was sixteen and went after a six-year-old boy in his neighborhood. The children weren’t fighting or disagreeing about anything in any capacity: they were just two kids from the same neighborhood that had just met moments earlier. The young boy was close to home when Ridgway asked if he wanted to go build a fort in the wooded area nearby. Moments later, he stabbed the child in his midsection, puncturing his liver. ‘Why did you kill me?’ the young child implored to Ridgway, who simply laughed and answered, ‘I always wanted to know what it felt like to kill someone.’ He served no jail time for this crime. About this, Ridgway told Bob Keppel, ‘a boy was playing and I stabbed him inside. Didn’t kill him…. I just took the knife outta my pocket and stabbed him in the ah, side…I wanted to see how to stab somebody.’
Many of Ridgway’s victims were known to be sex workers, teenage runaways, and women in other vulnerable circumstances. After the first five bodies were pulled out of the river the press granted him the nickname ‘The Green River Killer.’ Ridgway typically strangled his victims by hand but on occasion would use ligatures. After taking their lives, he would leave their bodies in overgrown, wooded areas in King County, often returning to the bodies to have sexual intercourse with them. As a side note, this sounds almost exactly like behavior Bundy participated in. Ridgway was originally convicted of 48 murders, however in 2011 one more conviction was added to the count, bringing the total number up to 49. This helped establish him as the second most prolific serial killer in United States history. The first is Samuel Little, who confessed to the murders of 93 women across multiple states between 1970 and 2005. He died in prison in 2020.
Ridgway was arrested in 1982 and 2001 on charges related to soliciting prostitution. He officially became a suspect in the Green River killings in April 1983 when 18-year-old Marie Malvar disappeared after being seen getting into a truck that looked exactly like Ridgways. Her pimp and boyfriend Robert Woods remembered the vehicle because of the way it ‘sped up:’ from his experience, Johns usually drove away much slower. The following day, Woods and Malvar’s father went looking for the mystery pickup and found it parked outside of Ridgway’s house in his SeaTac neighborhood. Unfortunately, there was not enough evidence for police to arrest him, and of course he denied any contact with the missing teenager. Even though police had no evidence to prove he was lying it did help put Ridgway on their radar.
It wasn’t until June 1983 when Keli Kay McGinness was last seen getting in a pickup truck that looked exactly like Ridgways that he was officially bumped up to a ‘top priority’ suspect. After the 18-year-old vanished without a trace, law enforcement immediately zeroed in on Ridgway and got a search warrant for his house, and despite searching the property with a fine-toothed comb there was not enough evidence found to incriminate him in any crimes. In 1984 Ridgway was administered a polygraph test and passed. On April 7, 1987, law enforcement obtained warrants for samples of his hair and saliva, which was used to successfully match him to semen left behind at the crime scenes.
Roughly 20 years after being identified as a potential suspect in the Green River murder case, on November 30, 2001 Gary Leon Ridgway was arrested as he was leaving his place of employment. He was officially charged for the brutal slayings of four women thanks to DNA evidence as well as paint flecks found at the crime scenes and at his job. A forensic scientist found microscopic particles that matched a specific brand and composition of spray paint he used at his job during the specific time period when these victims were killed.The four victims were Marcia Chapman, Opal Mills, Cynthia Hinds, and Carol Ann Christensen. This means it was actually science that led to Ridgway’s arrest, NOT Ted Bundy’s criminal profile. In March 2003 three more victims were added to the indictment: Wendy Coffield, Debra Bonner, and Debra Estes.
As part of his plea bargain arrangement, Ridgway was given a sentence of life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. He was spared the death penalty on the condition that he tell law enforcement where he left the bodies of his victims. He took law enforcement to the locations of where he dumped several of his victims, even sharing with them intimate details on how he killed each one. On December 18, 2003, Ridgway was sentenced to 48 consecutive life sentences at the Washington State Penitentiary; ten additional years were added to each sentence for the crime of tampering with evidence which increased his prison term by 480 years. In 2011, a 49th body was discovered and linked to the Green River killer, adding another life sentence to his already absurdly long term. Gary Ridgway took the lives of more people than Jeffrey Dahmer, Son of Sam, and BTK combined.
Keppel stated, “Our man Ridgway is as clever or maybe even cleverer than Bundy ever thought he was. Because this guy has a methodology to him that is unprecedented anywhere. Try and find a killer that’s gone on as long as he had, as intense as he did, with the apparent ability to turn the faucet on and off any length of time that he wants.”
Ted Bundy was put to death in Florida’s electric chair in January 1989 and wasn’t alive to see the capture of the Green River Killer; he’ll never know how accurate his profile of the serial killer was. Dr. Robert Keppel wrote the book “The Riverman: Ted Bundy and I Hunt for the Green River Killer” about his time spent with the serial killer, and where Bundy didn’t really aide law enforcement in solving the case of “the Riverman,” he was pretty spot on regarding his profile. Unlike Bundy, Gary Ridgway is alive today and is currently 72 years old. He will spend the rest of his life behind bars at the Washington State Penitentiary in Walla Walla, Washington. In Thomas Harris’s 1988 best selling novel “Silence of Lambs,” Bundy was used as inspiration for the villainous Buffalo Bill, who feigned injury when approaching women asking for help before knocking them out then abducting them. Like Buffalo Bill, one of Bundy’s primary methods of killing was strangling his victims. Although Harris has not publicly spoken about the similarities between his fictional killer and Ted Bundy, he did attended parts of Bundy’s Florida trial and even sent him a copy of Red Dragon, which introduced the character of Hannibal Lecter.
Ted Bundy was put to death in Florida’s electric chair in January 1989 and wasn’t alive to see the capture of the Green River Killer. Gary Ridgway is alive as of September 2023 and is currently 74 years old. He will spend the rest of his life behind bars at the Washington State Penitentiary in Walla Walla, Washington. Truthfully, before I started this article I didn’t know much about him; I knew he was married three times but I was shocked to learn he fathered a child. I dug a little deeper into Matthew Ridgway and was a little surprised to learn he wasn’t like Bundy’s daughter Rose/a, and has done some interviews with the media. I want to mention an article I found about Matthew, who remembers a very different version of his father than the one depicted on TV… To him, Gary Leon Ridgway was just ‘Dad’: a frugal, chill man who rarely yelled or raised his voice. That helped teach him how to play sports and never missed one of his baseball or soccer games. The day after his dad was arrested, Matthew told investigators: ‘even when I was in fourth grade, when I was with soccer, he’d always, you know, be there for me… I don’t think I ever remember him not being there.’ He told detectives that he had no idea who his father really was until he was 24 years old, after he was arrested. Gary Ridgway had given him a normal and happy childhood, something that he would always be thankful for. After high school Matthew joined the Marines, got married, and now works as a trained chef. Gary’s father Thomas passed away in 1998 at the age of 71 and his mother died on August 15, 2001.
























































































