This document provides an update on the investigation of Ted Bundy that was sent from SLC to Denver, Butte, and Seattle that references earlier teletypes sent between these offices on January 4th and 5th, 1978 regarding the killer, who was wanted for murder in Denver. The update notes that additional information has been developed identifying Bundy’s use of an alias and vehicle in connection with the crimes under investigation.
Rebecca R. ‘Becky’ Marrero was born in Seattle, Washington on August 4, 1962 and was killed by Gary Ridgway on December 3, 1982; she was his fourteenth known murder victim. Details surrounding Marrero’s childhood are largely unavailable, but it was known that she had a three-year-old daughter at the time she was killed. She was last seen by her mother on December 3, 1982 at their home: she left after receiving a phone call, and when she got off the phone, she told her mother to watch her daughter and left all of her belongings at home. A year and a half after her disappearance in July 1984 she was officially connected to the Green River killer. Becky’s skull was discovered in a ravine in Auburn, Washington, on December 20, 2010 close to where the remains of Marie Malvar were discovered in 2003. While her cause of death couldn’t be determined, her case was deemed a homicide.
This document summarizes the case of the 1961 abduction of 8-year-old Ann Marie Burr from Tacoma, Washington. The document discusses two early suspects, Robert Bruzas and Ralph Everett Larkee. It then discusses claims that serial killer Ted Bundy may have been involved, but notes several issues with the timeline and logistics that make Bundy’s involvement unlikely. The document questions the credibility of sources that claimed Bundy knew or had contact with Ann Marie Burr. It concludes by discussing Bundy’s early criminal behavior and questioning whether he had the skill or motivation to have committed such a high-profile abduction as a teenager without leaving evidence or engaging in further crimes for over a decade.
Please be kind, I know this isn’t going to be my greatest piece, but the only reason I took the Creative Writing class was so I can be a better blogger.
Part One: Jan. “Excuse, me miss?” I look up from my book, “All the President’s Men,” slightly annoyed to be interrupted just as it was getting good to see an attractive man with wavy, sandy brown hair looking down at me. He gestured towards his arm, which had been sloppily bandaged and in a sling, and looking down at me asked, “can you help me with something, if you’re not too busy?” I took in the scenario: it was a bright, sunshiny day at Lake Sammamish State Park in Issaquah, WA, and tens of thousands of people showed up to participate in Rainer Beer’s annual summer picnic (on top of the regular everyday park goers). I arrived only a half hour earlier after spending my morning re-writing my case notes and doing laundry, my yellow Tiger ten speed resting against a tree nearby. I took him in: he was attractive and tall, with a thin but muscular build and dark, wavy hair. Working with the public the way I do, I like to think I was good at reading people, I mean you had to be to do my job well… I thought to myself, “he’s harmless.” “What do you need? Why don’t you sit down, and we’ll talk about it,” I implored, looking up at him. The blinding sun hurt my eyes, even with sunglasses on. He plopped down on my blanket and exhaled, what sounded like a sigh of relief. “I’ve been asking people for the better part of an hour, no one will help me. I need help bringing a catamaran to my parents’ house. It’s right up the road,’ he pointed towards the park’s entrance. I put my book down and think about it briefly: “I’ve never gone sailing before. How about this: if I help you, then you have to take me sailing?” Flirtatious, but innocent. Jim would be happy you were making new friends. “Hi, I’m Ted,” the man introduced himself as the two of you stand up, and he begins to help gather your things. As you begin to walk away you notice another man, sitting only a few feet away in a lawn chair, frowning slightly to himself but whatever he was thinking he kept it to himself. On your way to his car, you learn he is a law student at the University of Washington and grew up in Tacoma, and as you approach his dinged-up Volkswagen you notice there’s no sailboat. You question him, he appears confused: ‘Oh, did I say take it to my parents’ house? I meant, it’s AT my parents’ house.” For the first time there’s a strange feeling in your gut. Unease. You look over at him, then glance at your wrist. 12:45 PM. You figure you could take an hour out of your day to help a stranger in need. It will be fine. The attentive stranger carries your blanket and book to the car, and agrees to drop you back off at the park when finished, “so you can pick up her bike and ride home.” I climbed into the passenger’s seat, and he started the vehicle up. It had an odd, metallic like smell, and as soon as I shut the door, I immediately knew it was the wrong move. As he pulled out of the lot and into the park’s main drag I noticed a distinct change in the vehicle’s atmosphere: it actually seemed to get a few degrees cooler despite the ninety-degree day. He slowly crept through the line of cars towards the exit, the rickety car loudly idling as he coasted through first gear… my new friend “Ted” looked over at me, then glanced in his rearview mirror and said “it’s a good thing we decided to leave when we did,” nodding behind him towards to the quickly forming line behind you. “Everyone suddenly wants to get out of here,” I mindlessly thought to myself, as I played with a loose string on the strap of my yellow bikini. He turned left onto East Lake Sammamish Parkway NE and (surprisingly) quickly brought the vehicle up to sixty miles an hour. After only a few minutes of driving he suddenly jerked the wheel and screeched to a halt at to the side of the road and lunged towards something underneath the passenger’s seat, and after fumbling for a quick moment he triumphantly pulled out a crowbar that had “silver duct tape wrapped around the handle” (I absent mindedly noted to myself). I screamed, and tried to fight him off, but it was of no use. I managed to get a few good digs in with my nails before he hit me over the head and I saw black.
Part Two: Ted. I was reaching the end of the line in Washington… my “final hurrah,” as they say: my days in Seattle were over, and when I was finished tying up all the loose ends in a few weeks, I was uprooting my life and moving to the Beehive State for my second attempt at law school. I glanced at the watch on my wrist: five minutes to noon. I parked my car at Lake Sammamish and got out. It was a beautiful day in the Evergreen State and swarms of people surrounded you on all sides: little boys in swim trunks splashing their giggling sisters, a gaggle of elderly women caked in sunscreen, and beautiful young coeds were out sunning themselves, wearing next to nothing. I put my keys in my pocket and began slowly making my way through that park. I took it ALL in (the couple swigs of vodka didn’t hurt, either… in fact, it helped me be brave). My right arm was securely bandaged and wrapped up in a beige sling, and as I walked I made sure to favor it as I made my way through to the bandstand. Without any hesitation, I walked up to an attractive blonde woman: ‘Hi, I’m Ted,” I said to her, offering her a friendly smile as I introduced myself. “Can you possibly help me load a sailboat onto the top of my car? It’s right over there,” I said as I pointed towards the nearby parking lot. She hesitated. “Oh no,” I thought to myself… “I was losing her…” “Oh it’s not very big, or heavy.” I hold up my injured arm and made a face: “I normally have no problem doing it myself, but as you can see, I’m having problems at the moment.” She softly laughed, and said sure, she would help. You smile to yourself and feel relief. As you made your way to the parking lot you tried to keep her engaged, and talking: you made sure to mention you were a law student and had a girlfriend with a young daughter… you wanted her to trust you… all she had to really do was get in the damn vehicle and outside of the park, you could handle the rest. You pointed towards your bronze Beetle: “that’s me.” She frowned to herself. “Where’s the boat? You said it was on your car?” Oh, did I? “Well, what I meant to say was, it was at my parent’s house just up the hill…. But don’t worry, I’ll bring you back when we’re finished… I would really appreciate your help.” I smile sincerely at her. Her face clouded over, and she said she couldn’t leave because she was meeting her parents and husband.” I thanked her and walked away. Whatever, there were so many others. I’ll find someone that wants to help an injured person in need and begin making my way back towards the bandstand area. I scanned the beach: my eyes fixed on a petite blonde girl sunbathing in a yellow bikini, reading a thick book. She was tiny and looked like she weighed barely 100 pounds. Perfect. I approach her and walk to the edge of her blanket, where I stand for a few moments waiting for her to notice me. When she finally looks up from her book she notices me, and while shielding her eyes from the sun brightly says, “well, hello there. What can I do for you?” I gesture towards my arm: “Well, I need some help.” She seemed to consider what I said briefly then, after a few moments said, “why don’t you sit down, and we’ll talk about it?” So, I did. “I’ve been asking people for the better part of an hour, no one will help me,” I hear myself lie. I point towards the parking lot and continue: “there’s a catamaran on top of my car; I need help getting it off. I normally have no problem doing it myself, but as you can see, I’m a little impaired at the moment.” She looks like she briefly thinks about what to do, then closes her book and puts it down on her blanket. “I’ve never gone sailing before. How about this: if I help you, then you have to take me sailing?” I happily accepted her offer and helped her gather her belongings. I introduce myself as before: “Hi, I’m Ted,” and without skipping a beat replied, “hi, I’m Jan.” Near her was a man around my age, with broad shoulders and a brush cut staring at us… No, staring at ME. His eyes were narrow, and I felt as if he was watching my every move and was almost studying me in a way. I brushed him off; I was imagining things. It was the weed I smoked earlier. On your way to the car, you try your hardest to be light and casual, almost cheerful. I volunteer that I am a law student at the University of Washington, and I grew up in Tacoma in a family with four younger brothers and sisters. As the two of you get closer to the car you notice she hesitates: “there’s no sailboat,’ she says, looking at you quizzically. ‘Oh, did I say take it to my parents’ house? I meant, it’s AT my parents’ house.” She seems to relax, but only slightly and even though you suspect she’s onto you, she still gets in. As you slowly make your way towards the exit, you look over at your new friend, then glance in the rearview mirror and notice a long queue of cars that has lined up behind you: “it’s a good thing we decided to leave when we did.” She nodded her head and played with her bikini top. I turned onto the main highway and we rode in silence for a few miles. “This is it,” I thought to myself, when I pulled off to the side of the road and lunged underneath her seat for my trusty crowbar. She screams loudly, which hurts your ears and only pisses you off, and you bring the crowbar down over her head once. Twice. Three times, until she finally sinks down in her seat. She was finally quiet.
Part Three: Denise. It was hot. Even with minimal clothes on, the heat was awful. I sprawled out on our blanket, my toes sinking into the outlying sand. We had already been there for a few hours, and I was about four beers and three valiums in. I popped another pill and followed it by a long pull of beer. Correction: I was now four beers and four valiums in. My sunscreen had started to wear off, and my skin was starting to turn a rosy pink color, but I didn’t care. We had already been there for a few hours and I was positive we weren’t sticking around much longer. I looked at Ken: he was asleep in a lawn chair after imbibing too much. I had to pee, so I got up and began to make my way towards the bathrooms. Bob didn’t say anything, and you heard Nancy try to ask where you were going but you just kept walking and ignore her. After using the facilities, you wash your hands and splash some cold water on your face, an act that greatly helps with the ungodly heat. As you start to make your way back to your group there’s suddenly a man in front of you, wearing white shorts and a white shirt, his arm was in a sling. He wants to know if you have a few moments available to help him, he needs assistance with putting a sailboat on his car so he can go boating with some friends. His brother had ditched him and because of his sprained wrist he was unable to do it by himself. I glanced in the direction of my friends: everything was as I left it five minutes before. He must have sensed my hesitation because he quickly assured me it wasn’t super heavy and would only take ten minutes, at the most. “Did they even notice I was gone? What’s another twenty minutes?” I thought to myself, as I heard myself agree to help. He told me his car was across the lot, and his parents’ house was only “five minutes away” in Issaquah. I accepted. His car (a bronze VW Bug) was in rough shape, something he laughed at as you both got in: “it’s only until I finish law school, I’m in my last semester,” he said, making a point of meeting your eyes with his when he said it. You got the impression he was trying to impress you. He started the car and you began making your way through the parking lot. The valium dulled your senses, and it’s as if there’s a warm, fuzzy blanket enveloping you. The beer exacerbated it. You feel… good. He opens the car door for you and climb in. He slams it shut behind you then walks over to the drivers’ side and gets in. He turns onto one of the surrounding roadways and you both make a polite attempt at small talk (although it’s mostly one sided, on his end): he is a law student at the University of Utah and is only in Seattle for a few weeks to visit his family. His girlfriend has a small daughter, and he said they’ve been together for a few years. For the most part though he’s quiet, doesn’t say much… you’re used to quiet men: your dad is a man of few words. So is your brother, and you don’t question his short, “straight to the point” responses. He keeps driving and before you know it, you’re in the outskirts of Issaquah, quickly approaching Preston. “This is a much longer trip than he made it out to be,” I thought as I uncomfortably shifted in my seat. After a few miles you finally find the courage to speak: “where are we going? There is no boat, is there?” Despite the high rate of speed we were moving at my hand slowly started to make its way to the door handle. He laughed softly, but distractedly. “No.” I looked around: we were surrounded by nothing, and were in the beginning of the “Issaquah Alps,” as the locals call it (in actuality, the mountains were named Cougar, Squak, and Tiger), and after a few moments of silence he suddenly thrust his fist out and hit me square in the chin. Then again. And again. I sprang into action: despite the booze and drugs, I try my hardest to fight off his blows. Suddenly he grabbed a fistful of my hair, held my head steady, and punched me hard directly in the face, four or five times (I lost count). I finally give in and stop fighting it. Once he stops, he takes a moment to inspect his handiwork: I could feel the blood dripping down my face, and I can taste its metallicness in my mouth. I slink back in my seat and try to make myself feel as small as possible, drifting in and out of consciousness. “That will teach you to fight back,” he muttered, to no one in particular (most likely himself). I whimper softly and wipe the sticky redness from my eyes. He starts driving again and turns up the radio and begins humming along to the music. “Annie’s Song” by John Denver. That’s Moms’ favorite singer, I thought. When he slowed down for a stop sign, he must have been reading my thoughts, and said “don’t even think about it,” before speeding up and driving right through it. He then hit me in the head, and everything went dark.
Part Four: Ted With the small blonde at the cabin, you head back to Lake Sammamish. It’s something you’ve never even thought about before, takin two women in the same day. But something about how smoothly the first abduction went along with the excitement of leaving for law school makes you feel bold, and excited. It’s five minutes to four by the time you arrive. As you walk through the park you begin to look for a young woman that was by herself, young, attractive, and small in stature. It wasn’t long before I came across a young woman (younger than the one, back in the cabin waiting for us, and a bit taller) with long golden-brown hair that had just exited the restrooms by Tibbett’s Beach. I made my move. “Excuse me, young lady… could you help me launch my sailboat?” She looked at me with a blank expression for a few moments, then asked what I did to hurt my arm. When I told her about my “unfortunate pickleball injury” she seemed mildly sympathetic but said no, apologizing profusely, claiming she was unable to help because she had friends waiting for her. But I sensed her reluctance to tell me no and persisted, and after a while of this back and forth I sensed I was getting nowhere and walked away. After getting a hot dog and taking a leak I began to walk around again, and shortly after I walked out of the bathroom I ran into another attractive young woman, a teenager that introduced herself to me as “Patricia.” Patty was much more brazen than the last few girls I encountered, and had no issues telling me “NO, I will not help you” before she turned and walked the other way towards a large group of people. “Fine, well fuck you too.’ I thought to myself, sullenly. This was going to be a bit harder than I thought. I got up and walked towards the lake… There was something about the waves and the sound of the water that soothed my soul. I liked to be near it. I watched the kiddies swim around with their floaties while their mothers fussed, saying to them “don’t go out too far!” (despite the watchful eyes of the lifeguards). It wasn’t long before a tall woman with dark blonde hair wearing a pink bikini top and blue jean cutoffs caught my attention. After watching her from a distance for a few moments I walked up and introduced myself. “Hello, my name is Ted. I was wondering if you could help me put my sailboat on my car.” She looked away from my eyes and immediately said no, and that she “wasn’t very strong” and would be of no help. I was in no mood to argue. If she didn’t want to help, so be it. I walked around a bit, wading around in the water at Tibbets Beach in a pathetic attempt to cool off. As I slowly walked around the water I looked up towards the bathrooms: an attractive, dark-haired beauty caught my eye: she had walked away from a small group of people and was making her way towards the ladies room. I quickly got out of the water and made my way towards where I knew our paths would eventually intersect, and I waited. It wasn’t long before the attractive brunette was in front of me. “Excuse me, miss?” She stopped and looked at me, wide-eyed. Then she smiled. “Do you have a few moments to spare to help me? I need some help with putting a sailboat on top of my car so I can go out on the water with some friends later. My brother blew me off for a girl, and because of my injury I can’t manage it by myself. It’s less than five minutes away, at my parents house in Issaquah.” She glanced towards her friends, then back at me. She didn’t seem fazed by the request, and quickly said, ‘sure, why not?” You smile. You start to walk towards the parking lot, and when you point at your car she giggles: “I know, I know,” you say, laughing good naturedly. “It’s rough. But thankfully it’s also temporary, and only until I finish law school, I’m in my last semester.” That seems to satisfy her curiosity, and she gets in. She’s quiet, but polite. As you slowly make your way through the parking lot. You try to fill the silence with meaningless conversation: “I’m in my last semester of law school in Utah, I’m only home for a few weeks to visit with my family before school starts up again.” She nods silently and looks out the window. I continue: “It’s hard being away from my girlfriend, and her little girl. I’ve been in her life a long time, I’m basically her father,” I say, in an attempt to put her mind at ease. By now you’re almost out of Issaquah, and for the first time she expresses concern: “where are we going?” I don’t say anything, but I look over and meet her eyes. “We’re not going to get a boat, are we?” I laugh, and softly said, “no.” I took in the moment, and I finally sensed it: fear. It was time. Before I even realized what I was doing I brought the car to a sudden halt, and my fist darted out, making contact with her jaw. Then I hit her again. And again. She suddenly sprung to life, and tried to shove me away from her, screaming… her long hair getting tangled up in everything. I finally grab a fistful of it, and punched her in the face, over and over again. She finally relents and sits back. I’m not sure if she’s unconscious or had just given up. I take a moment and look at what I have done: Her hair was a tangled mess, and there was blood all over her face, and in her eyes. “That will teach you to fight back,” I muttered, to no one in particular. She meekly coughs and unsuccessfully attempts to wipe the blood from her eyes. I put the car in drive again and began making my way to the cabin. I had enough of listening to her whimpering, so I turned up the radio. “You fill up my senses, like a night in a forest… Like the mountains in springtime…” When we approach a stop close to our destination I see her hand move towards the door handle. “Don’t even THINK about it,” before I hit her on the side of the head. That time I was certain I knocked her unconscious.
Part Five: Jan: When I woke up, I was alone… I don’t know how long I was out for, but the sun was still out. I was in a makeshift cabin that had a dirt floor and no lights. My shorts and bikini bottoms were around my ankles, and my arms tied at my wrists above my head, secured at a beam. Adrenaline. Panic. Fear. Jim. Your new husband was in California, finishing up graduate school. “He has no idea where I am.” I struggled for a while, but it was useless. The constant rubbing of your ligatures was only making your skin raw. You have to use the bathroom, but there was nowhere or way to relieve yourself. So, you hold it. You listen and seem to be surrounded by silence. You’re in a crudely constructed hunting cabin, it seems. And looking out the window you’re surrounded by a thicket of lush, green trees. You sit, in disbelief, and wonder how you got there. You had always been so careful, so cautious. You worked in law enforcement, for Christ’s sake. You knew how to be safe. Suddenly you her something: a car, coming towards you. The same car as before. “It’s him” He parks, and you hear him talking to someone. “He’s not alone?” Is it a second male? You quickly fall limp. Pretending to be asleep. Or unconscious. Or, both. He comes in briefly and you can feel him studying you but you don’t dare to open your eyes. You hear footsteps walking away, then the door open and slam. After only a moment or two he’s back, and you’re horrified at what happens next: its’ another woman, her wrists and ankles bound. He drops her next you, surprisingly gently then leaves again.
Part Six: Denise. When you wake up, you’re on the floor in a dark room. You’re hogtied. The floor was only dirt. You try to make sense of your surroundings, your eyes quickly adapting to the lack of light. Thank God they do, this was a matter of life or death. It all suddenly hits you all at once: you tried helping a law student with a dirty old VW do something with a boat, at his parents’ house by Lake Sammamish. A loud scream suddenly pierces through the room, and it was only then that you noticed a small blonde woman fighting with the man that brought you here. She had a large, gaping wound on the back of her head that was gushing blood, but despite her small stature she was really putting up a fight. Suddenly, with a sudden surge of invisible strength, the man subdued her, wrapping his hands around her neck, squeezing tightly until she passed out, her body going limp. But he didn’t stop: he kept going, and as he was doing it he didn’t take his eyes off her face. “It’s like he forgot I was there,” you think to yourself. When he finally took his hand off her neck, he stood over her for a few moments, as if he was smelling her. It was in this moment where you suddenly realize you had been so scared you relieved yourself. He sits down at the table and pulls a clear bottle out of his back pocket and takes a few long drinks from it. He’s out of breath, as if the previous five minutes had just completely exhausted him. You sit there, quiet, watching him. Crying softly. He gets up and starts making his way towards you, slowly. His eyes never leave yours. “I don’t know why I’m like this,” he says. A poor attempt at an apology, of sorts. By now the substances had worn off, you wish he would give you the rest of what was in his bottle on the table. He’s very clearly savoring this, enjoying it. You realize you must have been asleep for a while; the sun isn’t nearly as bright as it was when you left Lake Sammamish. As he makes his way towards you, you know this is the end for you.
Part Seven: Ted When you park the car with your new friend, she’s still asleep. So that she doesn’t run off you dig out the handcuffs you keep in your glove compartment box, and put one on her wrist and attach the other on the steering wheel; this is just to keep her secure (for the time being). You go in the cabin and assess the situation: the perky blonde case worker was still asleep in the corning (“everyone gets to sleep but me,” I grumbled to myself). Fumbling for the joint in your pocket, you go outside and light it up, breathing in deeply and holding in the smoke for a few seconds before exhaling sharply. After repeating the same process a few times, I extinguish the end and put what I have left in my pocket. You walk over to the passenger’s side of the car and look at your raven-haired beauty: her lip had been badly split, and her left eye was black, her socket appeared to be crushed. She moved around slightly and softly groaned. She’s awake, but barely. You quickly find the handcuff key in your breast pocket and free your victim, carrying her from the car to the cabin, and gingerly place her on the floor, as to not hurt her. Since you went outside to smoke, your other little blonde friend has woken up. She sits on the floor, and looks up at you, unsure of what is happening. The brunette stirs slightly. You can wait no longer; your needs need to be satiated. It’s been long enough. You make your move and grab a knife from the crudely made kitchen counter and cut the blonde down from the rafters. She briefly fights you, which surprises you… but you’ve had enough of this. With a burst of energy, you manage to overpower her, and wrap your hands around her neck and squeeze, hard. Harder. Longer. You finally feel her go limp, but you don’t stop. Once you feel the life leave her body you stand over her and inhale her last breath. She is now a part of you and always will be. You’re suddenly exhausted and need to sit down. You barely make it to the chair when you collapse on it, and take a long pull from the vodka bottle from your back pocket. The brunette starts crying, softly. You put the bottle down and start making your way towards her, silently. You meet her eyes, shrug your shoulders and say, “I don’t know why I’m like this.” “You don’t have to do this,” she said through her sobs. And she’s right, I don’t HAVE to, I want to. This is a compulsion that is bigger than me, bigger than anyone… doesn’t she understand that. You take her life the same way you take the tiny blondes. It helps to satiate your bloodlust, but only for now. There would be others.
This installment of information is largely about Wendy Lee Coffield, courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
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Nancy Mae Richards was born on December 9, 1946 to Elwyn and Olive Richards in Weiser, ID. Elwyn Warren Richards was born on December 18, 1908 in Union, Utah and Olive Luella McDaniel was born on October 17, 1916 in Caldwell, Idaho. The couple got married on July 10, 1934 in Weiser, Idaho and had seven daughters together: Shirley Thelma (b. 1935), Donna (b. 1939), Charlotte (b. 1942), Margery (b. 1943), Mary (b. 1945), and Nancy (b. 1946); they also had a daughter named Patricia Beverly Richardson in 1941 that sadly died shortly after birth. On October 16, 1940 at the age of thirty-two Elwyn got drafted into WWII, and upon his discharge from the service, he moved his family to Washington state, where he got a job as a welder with Boeing.
Nancy graduated from Bellingham High School in 1965 and (per her senior year bio), and during her time there was in the French club, pep club, stage crew, and the orchestra; she also said that she would describe herself as an ‘ambitious’ person and that ‘happiness’ was important to her. Those that knew her described her as ‘quiet and shy,’ but clarified that she was also a ‘friendly person.’She married John Henry Winslow at the age of twenty-two on October 22, 1968 in Seattle and had three children with him: two daughters and a son.John Henry Winslow was born on January 5, 1938 in Quitman, Missouri and was drafted into the Korean War on January 13, 1956.
In July 1970 Nancy was twenty-three years old and was newly separated from her husband; she stood at 5′ 5″ tall, weighed 125 pounds, and had ‘steel-gray’ eyes, and where she was a natural brunette, at the time she had been wearing a ‘neck-length brown wig.‘ She had been last seen on the evening of July 26, 1970 wearing a blue dress with white flowers that had ‘full sleeves’ getting into a gray 1952 Plymouth sedan (one report said it was a 1951) that was described as an ‘older model vehicle’ after she walked out of her POE: Tom’s Beaver Inn. She was new at the establishment and worked there as a waitress at the time of her disappearance; she left her kids in the care of a babysitter (at the time, her daughters were three and five and her son was two). She was reported as missing the following day by her estranged husband after she failed to return home to relieve the babysitter; the kids were eventually sent to live with him.
On the afternoon of Sunday, August 9, 1970 ‘Mr. and Mrs. R. Avril Birge of Yew Street’ (who had been camping in the area) spotted the badly decomposing body of Nancy Richards lying on a ‘sandbar’ in the middle of the north fork in the Nooksack River, about thirty-five miles NE of Bellingham and a quarter mile away from the Bridge Camp Grounds; she had a pair of nylon stockings wrapped around her neck and died due to strangulation. She remined unidentified until the following day when the Whatcom County ME Dr. Robert Roon positively identified the body as belonging to Nancy (thanks to a check of her dental records).
After the discovery some members of Whatcom County LE searched the general area where Winslow was discovered looking for evidence, and while combing the river found two sweaters (they later said they were going to check with her husband to see if he recognized them). Nancy’s husband John Henry Winslow was employed as a ‘sub-contractor’ at the time his wife was killed and had been nearby living in Seattle at the time of his wife’s murder. A spokesman for Tom’s Beaver Inn said Nancy completed her first full day that Sunday and had worked only a half shift the day before, which had been her first day on the job. LE said they were interested in speaking with a man that was ‘around 5’7″ tall with blonde hair’ that was last seen leaving Nancy’s POE with her at around 10 PM on July 26, 1970.
Officers spoke with a wide variety of friends, family members, acquaintances and coworkers of Winslow’s, and were trying their hardest to track down the patrons that were at Tom’s Beaver Inn on the night she was last seen alive. Some of the leads in the case included a ‘lock of hair’ that had been found on the Camp Creek Bridge located roughly one-quarter mile away from where Nancy’s body was found. Sheriff Bernie Reynolds of the Whatcom County Sheriff’s Department said a sample of the hair was sent off to the FBI lab to determine if it was human (I found no update regarding this). Reynolds also said his office (along with the city police) were checking out the possibility of an ‘all night party’ that Winslow may have attended on the evening of July 26, 1970, and were also interested in speaking to people that attended the event. According to investigators, the ‘clues are few.’
At the time Nancy was killed in July 1970, Ted Bundy* was living in Seattle and was in the process of earning his degree in psychology from the University of Washington (he official re-enrolled the previous month). He was in a new(ish) relationship with Liz Kloepfer and was living at the Rogers Rooming House on 12th Ave NE in Seattle. In June 1970 he got a job at a medical instrument company called Pedline Supply (he was there until the end of 1971). In April 1966 he sold his 1933 Plymouth Coupe and bought a pale blue 1958 VW Bug (as it was smaller, more reliable and got better gas mileage than the clunky old car).
Often referred to as ‘Seattle’s Forgotten Serial Killer,’ Gary Grant was born on June 29, 1951, in Renton, and spent most of his early life in extreme poverty: his parents suffered from financial difficulties and the family lived in a trailer park on the city’s outskirts. Grant’s mother was an alcoholic, and because of this he was often forced to watch his parents engage in physical violence. In his late adolescence, he was frequently mentally overstrained and stressed out, and had lost all interest in school (he often avoided going altogether); he dropped out completely in the mid-1960’s. Near the end of the decade, he signed up for the Army but was reassigned to the Navy, however in the very beginning of his service he was bullied by some marines and as a result he developed signs of PTDS and mental illness and refused further service (citing health reasons); he was dismissed from the military a few months later. Following this, in the late 1960’s Grant returned to Renton, where a wave of murders started shortly after.
On the evening of December 15, 1969 Grant attacked his first victim: nineteen-year-old Carol Adele Erickson, who had been making her way home along a dirt road that ran parallel to the Cedar River after she left the Renton Municipal Library. During the attack, Gary stabbed her with a knife then dragged her into nearby bushes, where he had had sex with her corpse. When he was finished, he physically abused Ericksons corpse, and left lacerations on her neck. In the middle of the day sometime in September 1970, Grant attacked seventeen-year-old Joanne Mary Zulauf and hit her on the head with a stone then dragged her into the woods, where he raped then strangled her to death. Her naked remains were discovered on September 22, 1970; four days after the murder, Gary gave his girlfriend a watch he had stolen from Zulauf’s remains as a present for her birthday.
On April 20, 1971, Grant committed his two final murders: while walking by a house, he saw two six-year-old boys, Scott Andrews and Bradley Lyons playing outside. He threatened the children with a knife and took them into the woods roughly a mile and a half two away from the Bradleys’ residence. He then beat them, then stabbed Andrews and strangled Lyons. After he killed them, Grant covered their remains with leaves and branches; they were discovered two days later. As of April 2026, the seventy-four-year-old Grant is alive and serving his sentence at the Monroe Correctional Complex.
Nancy’s father Elwyn passed away at the age of eighty on February 2, 1989 in Grandview, WA and according to an article published in The Weiser American on April 15, 1946, in addition to being a welder by trade he also opened his own metal shop in Washington.Olive died at the age of eighty-three on March 20, 2000 in Grandview, ID. Shirley Thelma Richards-Jacobson died on September 11, 2017 in Seattle at the age of eighty-two and according to her obituary, she married Leonard Jacobson on April 1, 1956 in Grandview and she worked at Topside Cannery, Prosser Pack and People for People providing private care to Seniors until she retired. Shirley moved to Cleburne, Texas in 2007 and was an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Nancy’s sister Mary Joan Richards died on March 5, 1996 at the age of fifty-one, and Donna Jean Richards-Cervine’s died on December 26, 2022 in Sunnyside, WA at the age of eighty-three. Charlotte L. Richards is also deceased (I was unable to find anything else about her). Nancy’s sister Margery Guthridge is still alive and resides in Yakima, WA.
According to his obituary, John Winslow died at the age of eighty-six on June 15, 2024 after suffering a cardiac event, with his wife and daughters by his side. He was the youngest of seven children and was married ‘at least’ three times in his life, and he had four sons with Shirley Woods, went on to have one son with his wife Linda Grindle, and shared three children with a woman named Katie Armstrong. Winslow resided in Nome and Homer in Alaska between 1978 to 2016 and moved to Dayton, OH in 2023. His children said that he was a ‘kind and loving father who loved all of his children deeply. He was very generous, often giving his last dollar to anyone in need.’
I would like to thank my friend and fellow blogger ‘flyofdragons’ for pointing out that Bundy was questioned about Nancy’s murder by Bob Keppel in January 1989 right before he was executed, and he denied any involvement.
The Richards family from the 1950 census.Nancy’s sophomore year picture taken from the 1963 Bellingham High School yearbook.Nancy in an orchestra picture from the 1963 Bellingham High School yearbook.Nancy in another picture from her time orchestra from the 1963 Bellingham High School yearbook.Nancy in a picture from her time in French Club from the 1963 Bellingham High School yearbook.Nancy’s junior year picture from the 1964 Bellingham High School yearbook.Nancy in a group picture from Orchestra 1964 Bellingham High School yearbook.Nancy’s senior year picture taken from the 1965 Bellingham High School yearbook. Nancy in a group picture from the ‘Tolo Committee’ taken from the 1965 Bellingham High School yearbook.Nancy in a group picture from orchestra taken from the 1965 Bellingham High School yearbook.Nancy in a group picture from a ‘teen fashion show’ she helped organize taken from the 1965 Bellingham High School yearbook.A picture of Nancy Winslow taken from The Bellingham Herald on August 11, 1970.Nancy.Nancy Winslow, photo courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.Nancy and Richards marriage certificate.Nancy Winslow’s death certificate.Nancy is buried in the Zillah Cemetery located in Zillah, Washington.An article about the (then) disappearance of Nancy Winslow that was published in The Bellingham Herald on July 28, 1970.An article about the (then) disappearance of Nancy Winslow that was published in The Bellingham Herald on August 4, 1970.An article about the remains of Nancy Winslow being identified that was published in The Daily Herald on August 11, 1970.Part one of an article about the murder of Nancy Winslow that was published in The The Bellingham Herald on August 11, 1970.Part two of an article about the murder of Nancy Winslow that was published in The The Bellingham Herald on August 11, 1970.An article about the murder of Nancy Winslow that was published in The Bellingham Herald on August 12, 1970.An article about the murder of Nancy Winslow that was published in The Bellingham Herald on August 14, 1970.A newspaper article about the investigation of the murder of Nancy May Winslow that was published in The Bellingham Herald on August 20, 1970.An article about two unsolved murders that discusses the murder of Nancy Winslow that was published in The Bellingham Herald on September 11, 1977.A newspaper article about some cases a retired LEO still grapples with that mentions the murder of Nancy Winslow that was published in The Bellingham Herald on May 4, 1980.A gray 1952 Plymouth much like the one Nancy was last seen getting into the night she was last seen alive.The former ‘Tom’s Beaver Inn.’A help wanted ad for Tom’s Beaver Inn that was published in The Bellingham Herald on September 30, 1970.An ad for a ‘fun New Years Eve at Tom’s Beaver Inn’ that was published in The Bellingham Herald on December 29, 1972.The logo for ‘Tom’s Beaver Inn’ on a vintage 1970’s jacket.The house Nancy was living at the time of her murder located at 2000 Iron Street in Bellingham, WA.A picture of a sandbar in the Nooksack River.According to reports, Nancy was last seen leaving her POE of ‘Tom’s Beaver Inn,’ which was located at 1311 State Street in Bellingham; the building no longer exists, but ‘The Color Pot’ was across the street, and this is the route from the Rogers Rooming house in Seattle.Bundy’s whereabouts in 1970 according to the ‘1992 TB Multiagency Team Report.’Gary Gene Grant.A newspaper article about Gary Gene Grant that was published in The Daily Herald on May 11, 1971.A possible route from Renton to Tom’s Beaver Inn in Bellingham, WA.A newspaper clipping that mentions John Henry Winslow winning a contest for best decorated bicycle that was published in The Maryville Daily Forum on October 31, 1949.John Henry Winslow.John Winslow’s Korean draft card.John Winslow’s second wedding announcement to Shirley Woods published in The Maryville Daily Forum on June 27, 1956.John Henry Winslow and Shirley Woods divorce certificate.John Winslow and Linda Grindle’s marriage certificate that was filed on November 23, 1970.John Winslow.John Henry Winslow.John Henry Winslow’s obituary that was published in The Anchorage Daily News on June 23, 2024.A comment on John Henry Winslow’s obituary web page.Elwyn Richard’s birth certificate.Elwyn and Olive’s names in the state of Idaho register of marriages from 1934.Elwyn and Olive’s marriage license that was filed on July 10, 1934.Elwyn and Olive listed in the Idaho marriage register.Elwyn Richards WWII draft card.A document related to Elwyn Richards WWII service.Elwyn’s name listed in the lottery that was published in The Weiser Signal-American on October 31, 1940.A newspaper article announcing the reclassification of Elwyn Richard’s draft classification that was published in The Weiser American on May 13, 1943.A newspaper clipping about Elwyn Richards opening his own welding shop that was published in The Weiser American on April 15, 1946.Mary Joan Richards.Mary Richard’s application for a marriage license.Nancy’s sister Donna’s marriage certificate that was filed on November 16, 1955. Shirley Jacobson from the 1962 Boise High School yearbook.Elwyn Richards death certificate that was filed on February 10, 1989.Elwyn and Olive’s gravestone.An obituary for Shirley Jacobson that was published in The Tri-City Herald on September 14, 2017.Shirley Thelma Richards-Jacobson’s obituary taken from prosserfuneralhome.comDonna Jean Richards-Cervine’s obituary taken from echovita.com
Introduction: In my early stages of blogging about Ted Bundy I worried that I would eventually run out of things to write about (I figured there were only so many things to delve into). Where at the time I didn’t know a fraction of what I do now, I just assumed I would max out and my blog would eventually just… end. But, thankfully, I didn’t really have anything to worry about: between Ted, his confirmed victims, his unconfirmed victims, his family/lawyers/girlfriends/employment history/vehicles/residences (and so on)… I don’t think I’ll run out of writing material anytime soon.
Background:John Henry Browne was born on August 11, 1946 to Harry and Helen Browne in Oak Ridge, TN.Harry L. Browne Jr. was born on October 12, 1919 in Staten Island and Helen Margaret Brightsen was born on June 16, 1919 in New York. Upon returning home from the Army during WWII (he enlisted on January 1, 1939) the high school sweethearts got married on January 24, 1942 in NYC, and the couple went on to have two children together: Bonita (or Bonnie, b. June 1944) and John. While his wife was still in the hospital recovering from giving birth to their daughter, Harry got a call from Colonel James C. Marshall, who was the military lead on a new governmentally funded engineering program: he wanted the new father to come work for him on a new project. Harry said yes, and the young family packed up their home in New York and moved to Oak Ridge, TN.
Parents: An engineering graduate of Manhattan College in New York City, Harry L. Browne was smart… but according to those that knew them, his wife was smarter: a national merit scholar that read multiple newspapers every day, Helen could ‘understand any math equation, no matter how complex.’ According to John, his father was ‘always in motion:’ he was a member of the NYS Corps of Engineers and was involved in ‘secret government contracting’ that helped lead to the development of the atomic bomb. Additionally, Harry once worked as a nuclear engineer for the Atomic Energy Commission, and eventually retired in Palo Alto, CA as a vice president for the Bechtel Corporation (which is a premier American engineering, procurement, construction, and project management company founded in 1898).
Education: After John graduated from Palo Alto High School in 1964 he went on to attend The University of Colorado at Denver, where he worked majored in philosophy and worked several jobs to get by. After he learned how to play the bass, he became involved in the local music scene and joined a band with some buddies and was even friends with Ron McKernan (of The Grateful Dead) and Jimi Hendrix. According to Browne, his band was in the process of attempting to sign a deal with Elektra Records, but after he was arrested and (briefly) jailed on a ‘bad check’ he pivoted from music to a career in law (the charges were dropped after investigators discovered that the check only bounced because he had moved his account to a different bank by the time it was cashed). According to reports, he was bailed out by his one-time girlfriend Deborah Beeler (more on her later), and by the time he was allowed to contact her he had already spent seventeen hours in police custody. While in jail he spent time with men that has been there ‘for a week,’ but still didn’t have legal representation, and by the time he was released had decided to become a criminal defense attorney.
Accolades: Browne stands at an impressive 6’7″ tall, and has brown eyes; (in his youth) he thick brown hair, and when he let it grow long and had he occasionally would be mistaken for Yanni, the New Age musician (his ‘thick black mustache’ didn’t help). In 1968 John relocated to Washington DC to attended American University’s School of Law, and upon graduating in 1971 he got a Fellowship at Northwestern University’s School of Law; he was also an Oxford Fellow in 1999. From 1971 to his retirement in 2025 he tried over 250 criminal cases and was a member of the Washington State Bar Association; he was also voted one of Washington state’s ‘Super Lawyers on multiple occasions (from 2003-2006 then again in 2008) and had the distinction of being one of ‘The Best Lawyers in American from 2001 to 2002.’ JHB also established the Criminal Trial Practice program at Seattle University’s Law School and taught ‘Criminal Trial Practice’ at the school for five years; he also taught Criminal Law and Procedure’ for four years at the University of Washington.
The ‘Spiro T. Agnew Incident’: while attending law school in the fall of 1969, Browne got a part-time job as a page at ABC News, with some of his duties including escorting guests to where they needed to be as well as keeping them occupied. On one occasion he was responsible for entertaining Spiro T. Agnew, the 39th vice president of the United States, who served from 1969 until his resignation in 1973. Agnew has the distinction of being the only VP in US history to resign due to criminal charges, and was widely known for his aggressive, alliterative rhetoric against the media and anti-war protesters.
For what I feel are fairly obvious reasons, the promising young law student strongly disliked Agnew, and while preparing a cocktail for the VP in the studios greenroom it suddenly dawned on Browne that he had a vial of LSD in his pocket … and maybe it would be a good idea to dose him with it before he went on live television. He ultimately decided against it and while discussing the event in ‘The Devil’s Defender’ he called it ‘a moment of youthful radicalism’ that could have ‘drastically altered my life as well as the course of political history.’
Deborah Beeler: In the late 1960’s, Browne met Deborah Wharton Beeler through a mutual friend when they were both spending time in California, and they fell in love thanks to their shared views on politics, prisoner rights, and the Vietnam War. The twenty-three-year-old teacher, graduate student, and political activist was a transplant from Philadelphia, and sadly not long into their relationship on February 25, 1970, she was found murdered in her cottage in Oakland. The case remains unsolved to this day and Brown has often cited Beeler’s murder as a ‘canon event’ that helped steer the trajectory of his career and perspective on the criminal justice system.
Vietnam: the US officially joined the Vietnam War during Browne’s time at the University of Colorado on March 8, 1965; he was an active opponent of the conflict and felt it was his anti-authoritarian nature combined with his opposition to the system that naturally led him to his career as a criminal defense attorney. While he was in college in Denver, Browne became politically active and formed a chapter of the Students for a Democratic Society to protest the US’s involvement in the Vietnam War. During the conflict, he was able to avoid the draft until he graduated from law school in 1971 (thanks to a 2-S classification), and when his number was called upon graduating, he refused to go, citing military regulations and that individuals over 6 feet 6 inches tall were disqualified from serving. He consulted with pacifist Quakers and doctors and even performed stretching exercises to ensure he met the requirement. When facing recruiters, he was measured at well over 6’6″ and was deemed unfit for service. through a combination of physical height and advocacy he was able to avoid it completely until it ended on January 27, 1973.
Substance Abuse: Browne has admitted to drinking heavily and abusing cocaine while in his 30’s (but did specify in his memoir that he never actively used while handling major cases), and noted that his drug use coincided with a period of his life where his ego was ‘out of control’ and he was heavily focused on the publicity surrounding his work. He said he abused drugs and alcohol in an attempt to ‘change his reality’ and cope with the stress of his career, and one evening while celebrating after winning a death penalty case he had fallen into a ‘puddle of rainwater and cat shit;’ after this wake up call, he attended an intensive workshop in Death Valley and has since then has utilized meditation, yoga, and a focus on spirituality to maintain his sobriety and manage the stress of his high profile legal career.
In 1972 Browne was hired as an assistant attorney general for Washington under then-Attorney General Slade Gorton, despite swearing he didn’t have an interest ‘in being on the government’s side’ (he said he only took the position because it involved prison reform). One time while on the job John (while posing as a prison inmate), spent a few days in the maximum-security wing at the Washington Corrections Center in Shelton, and after some time there rewrote some of the rules on punishment within the institution; additionally, he also got the ‘go-ahead’ for Native American prisoners to conduct religious sweat lodges, a practice that continues to this day.
Early Career: according to Browne’s 2016 book, ‘The Devil’s Defender,’ in December 1975 he was appointment to ‘The Board of Prosecutor Training Standards and Education’ by Washington state Governor Daniel J. Evans (the same one that Bundy campaigned for). He joined the King County Public Defender’s Office earlier that same year, where he moved up the ranks quickly and became chief trial attorney… 1975 was a busy year for the young attorney: that October is when he was first introduced to Ted Bundy (more on him later).
Famous Cases: Browne’s impressive fifty-four year long legal career is defined by his defense of ‘unwinnable’ cases, ones that focus on humanizing his clients in an attempt to avoid the death penalty.
Ted Bundy:Browne first became acquainted with Ted Bundy in October of 1975 after his Utah arrest earlier that August; according to John, he was ‘immediately struck’ by his clients appearance: ‘he wore a turtleneck sweater under a corduroy jacket, khakis, and Bass Weejun loafers. The look seemed to be an attempt to telegraph ‘Ivy League law student,’ but it was a caricature of an Ivy League law student.’ Browne said he referred to his SLC charges as ‘this little stupid case in Utah,’ a fact that he corrected Ted on, stressing that it was a ‘much bigger problem’ (as by that point, Seattle’s newspapers had been running headlines such as ‘is the Utah Ted the Seattle Ted?’); in response, Ted scoffed and said, ‘if they haven’t put it together by now, they never will.’ In the earlier stages of the investigation JHB claimed that Bob Keppel of the King County Sheriff’s Department approached him and said in a case of this magnitude ‘attorney/client privilege shouldn’t apply;’ in response to this, the lawyer laughed and told him to read ‘The Bill of Rights.’ At one point during Browne’s time representing Bundy he arranged for his client to take a lie detector test, something Ted swore he would pass because of his ‘personality type,’ which he was confident would ‘fool the machine’ saying it was ‘just a game’ (it’s worth noting that he failed).
JHB said Ted would use his law office library to research search and seizure laws, and that he became an ‘expert’ on the fallibility of eyewitness identification; he also said that during these visits Browne could see him ‘trying to get closer and closer to me. He knew I was only four months older than he was, and the similarity in our ages seemed like a big deal to him. He started asking where I purchased my clothing and what books, movies, and television shows I enjoyed. If I told him I’d bought, say, my penny loafers at The Bon Marche, the next time I saw him, swear to God, he’d be wearing the same penny loafers. I embarrassed him once when he arrived with actual pennies tucked into the shoes creases, I laughed and said, ‘Ted, that hasn’t been a thing since the early 1960’s.’’
John said at one time during his time representing Ted he shared with him that he wanted ‘to be a good person, but I’m just not,’ and that he had fallen to the floor crying while he made that confession; he has also said on repeated occasions that he didn’t believe people could be born evil, until he met Ted.
When JHB was 29 he sat in Teds Florida Jail cell while he ‘confessed things to me he said he’d never tell anyone else,’ and told him that he had ‘one more confession’: the reason he consulted him as a lawyer was because they were ‘so much alike.’ Browne said he recalls ‘returning to my cheap motel room, lighting a cigarette, and looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I felty sick to my stomach.’
In 1978 after Ted’s second escape Browne flew to Florida and helped negotiate a plea bargain that would have saved him from the death penalty. The deal (that covered multiple jurisdictions across multiple states) would have required Bundy to plead guilty to his crimes… but at the last-minute the killer rejected the deal, a decision that ultimately sealed his fate.
Cynthia Marler: on August 11, 1980, Cynthia Marler was arrested and charged with the murder of Wanda Touchstone, a Polish immigrant that had recently separated from her husband. She hired Browne to defended her against charges that she was a ‘cold blooded killer that hired someone to kill Lou Touchstone’s wife,’ and during her trial it was argued that she was a hired ‘assassin’ that traveled from Bay Area (where she lived) to kill Touchistone; in response to this, JHB argued that it was actually the victim’s husband who had the real motive and ‘he held a great hammer over her head.’She was ultimately convicted of the murder but appealed her conviction in 1982; the original ruling was upheld.
Duke Fergerson: A former Seattle Seahawk, Duke Fergerson was charged with raping two young women at an apartment complex, and he was arrested on October 23, 1979; Browne represented him in court, and by late 1980 he acquitted of all charges. The case gained additional attention after Jodi Zimbelman, a Seahawks ticket office employee who had previously dated Fergerson, filed a discrimination lawsuit against the team claiming she had been fired because of her interracial relationship with the football player; the team maintained Zimbelman was fired for violating a rule against dating other employees.
Ivy Kelly & Claudia Thacker:Ivy Gail Kelly and Claudia Thacker are the first two women in the US to successfully use the ‘battered woman syndrome’ defense in relation to charges they faced in connection to their husbands’ deaths.Kelly was charged with her spouse’s death after she shot and killed him on August 30, 1980 in their Snohomish County residence. Ms. Kelly’s defense was that her husband (who had been drunk at the time he was killed) had been angry with her and had been try to block the only way out of their house; at the time she believed he wanted to kill her, so she pulled out a pistol and pointed it at him… and even though Kelly claimed she only ‘intended to scare him,’ the weapon discharged, killing him.
Ivy was found guilty of second-degree murder by a jury of her peers and was sentenced to a maximum term of twenty years in prison; she appealed the verdict, claiming she lived through ‘years of ‘extensive previous physical abuse at the hands of her husband,’ and during the proceedings was represented by John Henry Browne. The attorney presented arguments for self-defense based on his client’s history of being an abused spouse and called in a recognized expert in the field of battered women, who testified the incident ‘fit the classic behavioral model of a batterer’ and that Kelly was ‘a victim of the battered woman syndrome.’ The jury eventually acquitted her.
On September 5, 1977 Claudia Thacker ended a twenty-year living nightmare in her Port Orchard, Washington home after she shot and killed her husband, Kenneth after he attacked her during a drunken rage. She was convicted of second-degree murder (which carries a mandatory 5-to-20-year sentence), but in June 1979 was freed on her own recognizance pending the outcome of her appeal with the Washington State Court of Appeals. Claudia claimed she was only defending herself and their young child, and that during the original trial the jury heard very little about her husband’s ‘violent habits.’ On September 11, 1980 Claudia Thacker was officially acquitted of her second-degree murder charge, four years and two trials after she fatally shot her husband in the back.
George Freeman: from 1977 to 1985 Minister George Freeman operated ‘The Monastery,’ an organization in Seattle that simultaneously acted as a gay church, a nightclub, an LGBTQ community center, and a homeless shelter for queer youth all wrapped up in one. For example: on a typical day, Freeman would host DJ’s playing dance music in the early evening, then at 2 AM would stop everything to deliver a sermon. In April 1978 he got busted serving alcohol without a license to an undercover officer, who paid $7 for what the establishment called ‘a tithe’ (they also said he didn’t have the appropriate banquet permit either). During the proceedings, it was noted that The Monastery was registered as a religious organization with the Universal Life Church, and the prosecutor argued that the activities occurring at the Monastery were not religious in nature. For these charges, Freeman was represented by John H. Browne, and in the end the Seattle courts fined him $150.
Benjamin Ng: John Henry Browne also represented Benjamin Ng, who was a part of the 1983 Wah Mee Massacre, which (as of April 2026) is classified as the deadliest mass shooting in Washington state history. On February 18, 1983 three men bound and robbed fourteen people at the Wah Mee Club (an illegal gambling den located in Seattle’s Chinatown district), then opened fire on them, killing thirteen of them; one victim (Wai Chin) survived and testified against them. In addition to Ng two other men were charged for the brutal crime: Kwan Fai ‘Willie’ Mak and Wai-Chiu’ ‘Tony’ Ng.
While acting as Ng’s attorney, Browne admitted that his client participated in the robbery and ‘hog-tying’ of the victims, but denied he actually shot anyone: he portrayed Willie Mak as the sole mastermind and leader who planned to ‘eliminate all witnesses,’ and argued that Mak said he’d ‘kill the victims himself if his partners refused.’ During the sentencing phase, JHB presented evidence that his client suffered from extreme brain damage caused by being repeatedly beaten with wood as a child in Hong Kong. Browne was successful in helping Ng avoid the death penalty and on August 25, 1983 he was convicted on thirteen counts of aggravated first-degree murder and was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole; Willie Mak was originally sentenced to death but his sentence was overturned in 1988, and Tony Ng received a 30-year sentence (he served twenty-eight-years of it before he was released and deported to his native Hong Kong in 2014).
Tony Dictado: in 1982 John Henry Browne represented Tony Dictado after he was charged for arranging the execution styled first-degree murders of two Filipino American cannery-union reformers, Gene Viernes and Silme Domingo. Prosecutors identified Dictado as the leader of a Filipino gang called Tulisan, and argued in June 1981 he ordered the hits because the men blocked the gang’s efforts to establish high-stakes gambling in Alaska canneries. In March 1982, a jury found Dictado guilty of two counts of aggravated first-degree murder after only ten hours of deliberation and he was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole; Browne expressed disappointment with the quick verdict, suggesting it had not been ‘thought out.’ He also handled Dictado‘s appeal, arguing the court erred by allowing conspiracy evidence without an appropriate charge and challenging the constitutionality of the mandatory life sentence. As of April 2026, Dictado remains in prison in Washington state.
Martin Pang: in 1995 JHB represented Martin Pang after four members of the Seattle Fire Department died battling the fire he set to his parents’ Seattle frozen foods warehouse in order to collect the insurance payout. Browne came to Pangs defense after he fled to Brazil in response to these charges, and successfully argued before the Brazilian Supreme Court that his client should not face murder charges because the countries laws prohibited his extradition if he faced murder charges; the courts ruled in Pangs favor and because of this King County Prosecutor Norm Maleng was forced to drop the four counts of first-degree murder and the death penalty. Browne negotiated a plea agreement where Pang pleaded guilty to four counts of first-degree manslaughter and in 1998, he was sentenced to 35 years in prison; after serving roughly twenty-three years, Pang was released from custody on September 27, 2018.
Christopher Scott Wilson: on February 9, 2010 seventeen-year-old Mackenzie Nicole Cowell was last seen at The Academy of Hair Design in Wenatchee, WA where she was a student; her remains were discovered four days later on the banks of the Columbia River. A post-mortem exam determined she had been strangled, stabbed in the neck, and had suffered blunt force trauma to the head, and it wasn’t long before detectives zeroed in on Christopher Scott Wilson, a twenty-nine-year-old classmate of Cowell’s.
DNA found on duct tape close to where Cowell’s body was discovered linked Wilson to the murder, and according to investigators, he left the beauty school shortly after Mackenzie did on the day she disappeared. A search of his apartment revealed the presence of blood which matched Cowell’s DNA and in December 2010, the task force assigned with solving the murder made a second arrest: Wilson’s friend Tessa Schuyleman, who was accused of (but was never charged with) helping him cover up the crime and was instead charged with obstruction of justice for an unrelated case. In a plea agreement, Wilson pleaded guilty to manslaughter and was sentenced to just over fourteen years in prison; he was freed from Monroe Correctional Center on December 11, 2023.
Colton Harris-Moore: also referred to as ‘the barefoot-bandit,’ Harris-Moore led LE on a two-year long manhunt between 2008 to 2010 across the western part of Washington state all the way to the Caribbean, and he stood accused of stealing boats, breaking into countless homes, and hijacking (three) airplanes. The product of an unsavory home life (his mother was a severe alcoholic), by the age of seven he was already breaking into homes to steal food and other survival supplies, and by fifteen he was living in the woods in an attempt to escape his home life.
In 2011, he was charged with sixty-seven felonies, and in January 2012 Browne persuaded a state judge to give his client the low end of the sentencing range: 6.5 years (78 months) in federal prison. The judge expressed sympathy for his ‘terrible upbringing,’ but stressed the necessity of the sentence. Colton was also ordered to pay $1.4 million in court-ordered restitution, and he sold his life story rights to 20th Century Fox for an equal amount.
Robert Bales: on March 11, 2012 after drinking some whiskey with his Army buddies in his barracks, thirty-eight-year-old US Staff Sergeant Robert Bales performed a ‘solo raid’ on two southern Afghan villages known as the Kandahar massacre, where he allegedly shot, knifed, and (in some cases) burned innocent men, women, and children. Armed with a knife, a nine mm pistol, and M-4 rifle outfitted with a grenade launcher, Bales had been on his fourth deployment in almost as many years and was suffering from an extreme case of PTSD. Officials say the father of two from Lake Tapps walked to two villages and took the lives of four men, four women, two boys and seven girls; he then burned some of their remains.
In addition to having alcohol in his system, Bales was also abusing steroids at the time of the killings that were provided to him by his superior officers, and according to JHB: ‘if Sergeant Bales did it… and I do mean if, we as a nation are to blame. We created this situation.’ … ‘I think the message for the public in general is that he’s one of our boys and they need to treat him fairly.’ Browne defended his Bales alongside military lawyers, and described him as ‘mild-mannered,’ and claimed that he only acted the way he did because he ‘was upset after seeing a friend’s leg blown off the day before;’ he also clarified that his client had ‘no animosity toward Muslims.’ In an attempt to avoid the death penalty, Bales pleaded guilty to sixteen counts of murder and six counts of assault and attempted murder in a plea deal, and on August 23, 2013, he was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. As of April 2026 he is still incarcerated and is being housed at the US Disciplinary Barracks in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas.
Darrell Cloud:Browne was less successful in representing Darrell Cloud, who was accused of murdering his former middle-school teacher with a firearm in 1994 after years of sexual abuse. He guided his client in rejecting a plea bargain then presented an unsuccessful insanity defense during his jury trial,and Darrell was convicted of first-degree murder; he later (successfully) argued that his attorney had harmed his ability to conduct plea negotiations by making an unreasonable assessment of his chances of success in the trial (which he claimed Browne told him there had been a ‘95% chance’ of a favorable outcome). By blaming JHB’s conduct, Cloud was able to obtain a reduced sentence on a lesser charge.
Marriages: Browne has described himself as a ‘serial monogamist’ and an ‘oft-married individual’ that once told ‘The New York Times’ that his marriages ‘would round up toward double digits’ (realistically, he is on his eighth marriage, and the latest Mrs. Browne seems lovely). He says that his work on behalf of women stems from ‘a place of respect,’ and that ‘the world would be better if it was run by women.’
Despite being married multiple times over the course of his life, Browne resents being called a ‘womanizer,’ and said he is ‘always faithful in his relationships’. He married his first wife Jean Albrecht on February 14, 1973 at the Temple of Justice in Olympia, WA; originally from New York state, Albrecht was employed as a teacher during the couples’ union. They weren’t married for very long and divorced on Halloween in 1978. Browne married his second wife Victoria Lee Czerkies on April 24, 1983 in Seattle, and the couple divorced sometime before he married his third wife Patrice Buttell on June 2, 1984. Patrice was a graduate of Sonoma State College and the time they were together she was a (self-employed) massage and movement therapist; the couple were officially divorced on February 5, 1987.
John married his fourth wife, Lisa Rey Thomas on June 9, 1990 and the couple had a son together named Eli. According to her LinkedIn page, Lisa earned her PhD at Washington State University and is a research scientist for The Alcohol and Drug Abuse Institute at the University of Washington in Seattle. After the couple divorced on February 2, 1994 Browne went on to marry his fifth wife, Anne Bremner.
Born in McAlester, Oklahoma on June 4, 1958, Bremner graduated with honors from Stanford University in 1980 with a degree in medieval history and went on to attend Seattle University School of Law (she completed her JD in 1982). In recent years, she has been a television commentator for several high-profile legal cases (including the murder of Meredith Kercher in Italy and Amanda Knox) and describes herself as ‘a liberal, an idealist, and a Democrat,’ and like her former husband is opposed to capital punishment.
I was unable to find any (specific) information about wives six and seven, but I did find a record that he was married to a woman named ‘EA Susen,’ and the two divorced on August 29, 2006. Most recently Browne got married to Debra Amore Selland on February 14, 2022; the newest Mrs. Browne is a trained paralegal and worked for her husband on some of his final murder trials before he retired.
2006 Ethics Charges: in 2006, the Washington State Bar Association admonished Browne as part of a settlement of ethics charges stemming from compensation issues, saying that on one occasion he charged a client more than what had been arranged in a written agreement (such an admonition was the lowest form of disciplinary action doled out by the bar). In response to the charges, he said one of his legal assistants had prepared the written agreement and he had not known about it.
Scandal,Karen Koehler: one of the more scandalous cases that Browne was involved in is the murder of Timothy ‘Mac’ McNamara, who married his biological niece Tracy Nessl after moving from Washington state to Belize: the two began a romantic relationship in 2012 and shortly after they relocated to the foreign country (in an attempt to avoid public scrutiny) they tied the knot. On Christmas Day in 2014, Mac was found dead from a gunshot wound to the back of the head at their home: initially his death was reported as a suicide, however forensic investigators later determined the location of the wound made suicide ‘practically uncomfortable.’ Additionally, detectives discovered that Tracy had recently purchased a 9mm pistol, which was the same type of weapon that had been found at the scene.
In a September 2015 lawsuit filed by Seattle attorney Karen Koehler against Tracy on behalf of Tim’s adult children, it was alleged that their stepmom/cousin had seduced their father in an attempt to gain control of his assets before killing him. In March 2022, a jury in Grant County, Washington found McNamara civilly liable for the 2014 death of her husband/uncle after they determined she had committed battery that proximately caused his death; his children, Jennifer Ralston and Caleb McNamara, were awarded approximately $3.327 million in damages.
In May 2016, a conflict between Browne and Koehler became public after she published excerpts of emails between the two on her blog, ‘The Velvet Hammer,’ claiming he had insulted her physical appearance, used disparaging language towards her, and even called her a ‘whack job.’ In July 2016, Browne sued Koehler and her firm for defamation on behalf of McNamara, claiming her firm had knowingly posted incorrect information and had falsely portrayed her as a ‘murderer’ on their website in an attempt to bias potential jurors.
In November 2016, King County Superior Court Judge James E. Rogers dismissed Browne’s defamation suit and ruled that the defendant’s firm’s online statements were protected under the ‘Fair Report Privilege’ because they recounted information from official legal proceedings. After her victory, Koehler filed a motion seeking sanctions against Browne, alleging he had engaged in an ‘inappropriately intimate relationship’ with his client at the time he represented her, which she claimed clouded his professional judgment and fueled his personal attacks against her; in response, Browne denied the allegations as ‘rumors and gossip,’ and in December 2016 the court denied Koehler’s request (although it is worth nothing that because of their ‘dispute’ the WA state bar association already canceled plans to reprint portions of Browne’s memoirs).
Although authorities in Belize issued a warrant for her arrest on murder charges, McNamara has never been extradited from the US and has never faced a criminal trial for the death of her husband/uncle.
Conclusion:Helen Brightsen-Browne died at the age of sixty-nine after succumbing to a long illness on March 26, 1989. According to her obituary, she was a homemaker and volunteered with the American Red Cross for many years; she was also a member of the First Lutheran Church of Palo Alto. At the time of her death her and Harry had been married for forty-seven years. John’s father Harry L. Browne died on Valentine’s Day in 2015 at the age of ninety-five, and his sister Bonnie passed away at the age of seventy-one on July 24, 2013 in Sacramento, California.
Works Cited: Ackley, Andrew. (March 28, 2022). ‘Notorious Legal Saga Ends in Jury Verdict: Tracy Nessl McNamara killed Tim McNamara.’ Taken March 30, 2026 from andrewwackley.com Browne, John Henry. (2016). ‘The Devils Defender: My Odyssey Through American Criminal Justice from Ted Bundy to the Kandahar Massacre.’ Kamb, Lewis. (December 5, 2016).’Sex with Client? Feuding Lawyers get Personal in Wrongful Death case.’ Taken March 17, 2026 from seattletimes.com Seven, Richard. (March 22, 1998). ‘For The Defense: Bundy, Ng, Pang And An Eagle Scout: Attorney John Henry Browne Has Defended Them All With His Own Peculiar Style.’ Taken February 9 2026 from seattletimes.com
John Henry Browne’s birth annoucement that was published in The Staten Island Advance on August 22, 1946.The Browne family in the 1950 US Census.John Henry Browne’s junior year picture from the 1963 Palo Alto High School yearbook.John Henry Browne in a group picture for the Junior Class Council of 1962-1963 from the 1963 the Palo Alto High School yearbook.John Browne from the 1963 Palo Alto High School yearbook.John Henry Browne’s senior year picture from the 1964 Palo Alto High School yearbook.John Henry Browne, picture courtesy of Oxygen.A picture of John Henry Browne with his client Cynthia Marler that was published in The Santa Cruz Sentinel on March 6, 1981.A picture of John Henry Browne and his client Cynthia Marler’s that was published in The Daily Herald on March 12, 1981.A picture of John Henry Browne with his client Benjamin Ng that was published in The Tri-City Herald on August 13, 1983.John Henry Browne.John Henry Browne and fellow defense attorney Emma Scanlan walking out of the US Courthouse in Seattle during the Kandahar Massacre trial.In this picture from December 16, 2011, John Henry Browne (along with his client, Colton Harris-Moore) appeared in Island County Superior Court in Coupeville, Washington.John with Colton Harris-Moore.John Henry Browne speaking at a press conference in his office about his role as a civilian defense lawyer for his client Robert Bales on March 15, 2012.John Henry Browne in a picture related to his law practice.John Henry Browne.A cartoon of John Henry Browne.Another cartoon of John Henry Browne.A newspaper clipping announcing John and his first wife receiving their marriage license published in The Olympian on February 11, 1973.John Browne and Jean Albrecht’s Marriage Application from February 1973 filed in Thurston County, WA.John Henry Browne and Jean Albrecht’s marriage certificate that was filed on February 15, 1973.John Henry Browne and Jean Albrecht’s Record of Divorce that was filed on November 15, 1979.John and Victoria Lee Czerkies marriage certificate that was filed on April 24, 1983 in Seattle.A newspaper clipping announcing the union of John Henry Browne and his third wife, Patrice Louise Buttell that was published in The Peninsula Times Tribune on July 4, 1984.A picture of John and his third wife Patrice Louise Buttell on their wedding day that was published in The Peninsula Times Tribune on July 4, 1984.John and his third wife Patrice listed in the Marriage Index on May 26, 1983.John Henry Browne and Patrice’s divorce certificate that was filed on February 5, 1987.John Henry Browne and Lisa Ray Thomas’ divorce certificate that was filed on February 2, 1994.A screen shot of an Instagram post from John Henry Browne’s wife about their wedding.A recent picture of John and his wife.John and his wife, Debra.The accolades of John Henry Browne.Bass Weejun loafers.A quick blurb about John Henry Browne’s book on Amazon.Bundy researcher Kevin Sullivan’s review of John Henry Browne’s 2016 book. A positive review of John Henry Browne’s 2016 book. Some of the lower ranked reviews of John Henry Browne’s 2016 book, ‘The Devil’s Defender: My Odyssey Through American Criminal Justice from Ted Bundy to the Kandahar Massacre.’John Henry Browne’s grandfather’s obituary that mentions his name published in The Peninsula Times Tribune on April 27, 1967.John’s name in a list of people that passed the WA state bar exam that was published in The Spokesman-Review on October 3, 1972.A newspaper article about a WA state sterilization law that mentions John Henry Browne that was published in The Kitsap Sun on July 10, 1973.A clipping mentioning John Henry Browne being appointed to the Board of Prosecutor Training Standards and Education that was published in The Spokane Chronicle on December 11, 1975.An article about a case John Henry Browne was trying that happened to have an article about Ted Bundy immediately following it that was published in The Spokesman-Review on February 6, 1976.Part one of a newspaper article about the outcome of the Peter LeGrow case published in The Seattle Gay News on December 1, 1977.Part two of a newspaper article about the outcome of the Peter LeGrow case published in The Seattle Gay News on December 1, 1977.A newspaper article about a legal fund hat was set up to help support one-time JHB client Claudia Thacker that was published in The Kitsap Sun on December 22, 1977.A newspaper article about the sentencing of Peter LeGrow, who was a client of John Henry Browne that was published in The Seattle Gay News on February 17, 1978.A newspaper article about charges against JHB client Peter LeGrow being dismissed that was published in The Seattle Gay News on March 3, 1978.A newspaper article about John Henry Browne acting as the defense attorney for George Freeman that was published in The Seattle Gay News on July 7, 1978.A newspaper article about John Henry Browne acting as the defense attorney for George Freeman that was published in The Seattle Gay News on August 24, 1979.An article about Duke Ferguson that mentions John Henry Browne that was published in The Columbian on January 14, 1980.A picture of Duke Ferguson taken from The Columbian on January 14, 1980.A newspaper clipping about Duke Ferguson published in The Kitsap Sun on March 8, 1980.An article about Cynthia Marler’s guilty verdict published in The Daily Herald on March 12, 1981.An article about John Henry Browne’s time trying defendant Benjamin Ng that was published in The Tri-City Herald on August 13, 1983.Part one of an article about Benjamin Ng’s life being spared from the death penalty that was published in The Daily Herald on August 26, 1983.Part two of an article about Benjamin Ng’s life being spared from the death penalty that was published in The Daily Herald on August 26, 1983.Part one of an article about the trial of Ivy Kelly that mentions John Henry Browne that was published in The Daily Herald on July 14, 1984.Part two of an article about the trial of Ivy Kelly that mentions John Henry Browne that was published in The Daily Herald on July 14, 1984.An article about the murder of Mackenzie Cowell that mentions John Henry Browne that was published in The News Tribune on November 18, 2012.Mackenzie Nicole Cowell, who was only seventeen when she was killed by one-time JHB client, Christopher Scott Wilson. Christopher Scott Wilson.An article about Colton Harris-Moore that was published in The Springfield News-Sun on July 12, 2010.An article about Colton Harris-Moore that was published in The Peninsula Daily News on January 27, 2012.An article about Robert Bales that mentions John Henry Browne that was published in The Tulare Advance-Register on March 17, 2012.An article about Sergeant Robert Bales that mentions John Henry Browne published in USA Today on March 19, 2012.An article about John Henry Browne that mentions Ted Bundy published in The Daily Sentinel on March 20, 2012.Part one of an article about a case John Browne was trying published in the LA Time on March 21, 2012.Part two of an article about a case John Browne was trying published in the LA Time on March 21, 2012.An article about Sergeant Robert Bales. that mentions John Henry Browne published in The Olympian on April 9, 2012.United States Army Staff Sergeant Robert Bales. The soldier was sent to Afghanistan in December 2011, where he served with the 2nd Battalion, 3rd Infantry Regiment of the 3rd Stryker Brigade Combat Team before he was assigned to a village stability operation close to where the massacre took place.Tracy Nessl McNamara and her husband/uncle, Timothy McNamara. Karen Koehler.A screenshot from Karen Koehler, The Velvet Hammer: Judge tosses out John Henry Browne’s lawsuit against me published on November 19, 2016. Karen Koehler’s ‘about me’ section of her website.An article mentioning Karen Koehler and a client she was representing that was published in The Peninsula Daily News on October 15, 2017.An article about The Barefoot Bandit published in The Richmond Times-Dispatch on January 27, 2022.A Redditor going by the handle ‘Ambitious_Year_7730’ offering their opinion on John Henry Browne.A second Redditor chiming in offering their opinion on John Henry Browne.Harry Browne’s WWII draft card.John and Helen listed in the Staten Island Marriage Index in 1941/42.A newspaper clipping that mentions Johns’ sister Bonnie being hurt on a merry-go-round ride that was published The San Francisco Examiner on January 28, 1946.A newspaper clipping about Harry Browne that was published in The Staten Island Advance on March 26, 1946.A newspaper clipping mentioning that Harry Browne had been discharged from the US Army that was published in The Staten Island Advance on April 9, 1946.A newspaper article about Harry Browne that was published in The Staten Island Advance on June 23, 1947.A newspaper article Harry and Helen Browne’s high school reunion that mentions them by name that was published in The Staten Island Advance on June 12, 1952.A newspaper article about Harry Browne that was published in The Staten Island Advance on May 5, 1953.A newspaper article about a laboratory changing names that mentions Harry Browne that was published in The Peninsula Times Tribune on October 12, 1960.Bonnie Browne’s freshman year picture taken from the 1958 La Jolla High School yearbook.A newspaper clipping that mentions Johns sister, mother, and grandmother all being hospitalized at the same time that was published in The Peninsula Times Tribune on August 26, 1966.A newspaper article about Hazleton Nuclear Science Corp that mentions Harry Browne that was published in The San Francisco Chronicle on April 7, 1967.A newspaper article about John and Helen Browne’s high school reunion that mentions them by name that was published in The Staten Island Advance on September 27, 1987.Helen Browne.Harry L. Browne.The obituary for Helen Brightsen-Browne published in The Staten Island Advance on March 28, 1989.The obituary for Helen Brightsen-Browne published in The Peninsula Times Tribune on March 28, 1989.The obituary for Helen Brightsen-Browne published in The Peninsula Times Tribune on April 4, 1989.A picture of Eli Browne as a child.John’s son and his wife.A picture of John’s son and his wife on their wedding day.Another picture of John’s son and his wife on their wedding day.Eli Browne’s ‘about me’ section taken from his LinkedIn Page.Information taken from Eli Browne’s LinkedIn Page.Deborah Beeler.An article about Beeler’s murder published in The Philadelphia Daily News on February 26, 1970.Browne’s first wife Jean Albrecht from the 1968 Richards High School yearbook.Victoria Lee Czerkies from the 1965 Holland High School yearbook.An article mentioning one of John Browne’s ex-wives published in The Press Democrat on April 6, 1979.Lisa Rey Thomas, who is a Research Scientist at Alcohol and Drug Abuse Institute at the University of Washington.A second picture of John’s fourth wife, Lisa.A picture of Anne Bremner from the 1974 Olympia High School yearbook.A newspaper clipping about Anne Bremner getting married to Jay L. Omdahl that was published in The Albuquerque Journal on August 5, 1995John’s fifth wife, Anne Bremner.A blurb from an article published in the Seattle Times on January 3, 2003 that mentions John Henry Browne’s sixth marriage.Some Ancestry notes related to John’s sixth or seventh wife (but my educated guess is its related to wife number seven).