Archive for October, 2012

Real Name: Jayson Artis (pictured)
Nicknames/Alias: No Known Nicknames
Location of incident: Tijuana, Mexico
Date of incident: August 1, 1998
To watch the Unsolved Mysteries episode regarding the unexplained death of Jayson Artis, click: 
Published 10/31/12
TIJUANA, NEW MEXICO —
Twenty-year-old Jayson Artis and Michael Justin were both friends who attended the same college in Los Angeles, California. On August 1, 1988 the two decided to travel to Tijuana, Mexico for a party, along with Jayson’s younger brother Steve Thomas. They decided to go to Tijuana because it is one of Mexico’s most popular border towns for college students looking for fun at bargain rates.
But apparently a good time here can cost you your life.
About 9:00 pm, the three of them started hitting places that offered all you could drink for less than $5.00.  Jayson was usually friendly, but he had a reputation as a rowdy drinker. That night, he was already a little intoxicated and didn’t realize that tequila cost extra—$6.00 a shot.  Jason’s friend, Michael Justin, says that Jason got into an argument with the tequila vendor:
“Jayson didn’t want to give up the money, so I just said, ‘Jayson, give him the money. Just give him the money and let’s get out of here.’”
Jayson and Steven left Michael at the bar and went back to the strip.  Steven recalls what happened next:
“My strategy was to hurry up and find the car so we can go sit down. We’re kind of drunk, you know what I’m saying? Walking around Tijuana. We were walking down the street, and that’s when my brother accidentally bumped into a female officer.”
The officer seemed to be offended and made Jayson get on his knees. Eventually, the police let him go. Steven says he tried to get his brother to move on as quickly as possible:
“I told him, ‘Walk behind me. Come on. Let’s hurry up and try to find this car.’ He was, like, three or four yards behind me at first. That’s when I walked up some more to another block. I looked to the right, and I looked behind me and my brother wasn’t there. My first reaction was probably that he’s sitting down on a curb somewhere or sitting up against a building, anything like that…”
At approximately 1:30 a.m. Steven was looking for Jayson in the crowds of other partiers. They had become separated while heading back to their car.
“I thought he was just sitting down somewhere, resting. Or that maybe he turned down a different street,” recalls Thomas, who was 16 at the time. “All of us were finished, but he was past drunk. I was very worried that he probably went to jail.”
Soon after Steven lost sight of Jayson, Michael claims that he spotted him in the back of  a police car:
“I looked, and I said, ‘What is he doing in the back of a police car?’ They were the last people I saw Jayson with. I saw Jayson with my own eyes in the back of a police car, like I know my hand.”
That would be the last time either of the two would see Jayson alive.
Jayson was found, but not by Thomas. In the early hour Morning of August 2, 1998, at approximately 3a.m., a policeman discovered his bruised and bloodied body in an alley in Tijuana’s rundown “Zona Norte” section. His head was heavily damaged, and his chest bore bruises and broken ribs.
The American consulate sent word that he was located deceased. Tijuana Police told Jayson’s family that he must have gotten lost trying to get back to the border. They called it a ‘‘tragic hit-and-run accident.’‘ But Steven doubts that story:
“I believe that it had something to do with the police. I feel that for a fact. After Michael told me that he’d seen my brother in the back of a police car, there’s gotta be something up there.”
Infact all Jayson’s whole family believed that story didn’t add up.
“I really believe it in my heart that the police killed my son,” said Rose Arrington, Jayson’s mother. “There’s no doubt in my mind. And for somebody to beat somebody like that they had to be so angry.”
Arrington has mulled these facts every day since her son’s death: Jayson was prone to belligerence when under the influence, and was extremely intoxicated that evening. He had already had two run-ins with the police that night, and was last seen in a patrol car with four officers. Official explanation notwithstanding. His autopsy report showed that his lower body was almost entirely unscathed — injuries that many agree are inconsistent with a hit-and-run.
The dust long ago settled in the Tijuana alley where Jayson was found, a barren strip of dirt connecting two rows of car repair shops and abandoned buildings. And an investigation into his death stalled in 2000. But many years later, Jayson’s family and loved ones fear that the real story has been covered up by the Tijuana police department, and sloughed off in the shuffle of diplomacy by the American consulate.
For more of a detailed description on what happened that night, click: Answers to American’s death in Tijuana remain elusive.

 

Pictured; Steven Alexander Hobbs, 40 of Crosby, Texas

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  • Originally written and published by Chron.com on October 19, 2012

10/30/12 CROSBY, TX — Homicide investigators are re-examining a number of unsolved slayings of prostitutes whose bodies were found in eastern Harris County over the past 10 years as part of an investigation into a Crosby security guard charged with attacking three prostitutes and murdering a fourth, the case prosecutor said.

Steven Alexander Hobbs, 40, was arraigned Wednesday for allegedly kidnapping and shooting Sarah Annette Sanford, 48, whose nude body was found under a pile of brush near Crosby on Oct. 1, 2010. Sanford’s clothing was found near her body, which was concealed beneath some twigs and a log.

Hobbs was charged in her death after a DNA sample investigators obtained from the security guard matched biological evidence found in Sanford’s mouth, on handcuffs used to bind her hands and feet and on a nearby cigarette butt, said Harris County Assistant District Attorney Katherine McDaniel.

The prosecutor confirmed authorities are looking at Hobbs as a suspect in past homicides, noting he worked as a security guard in the area for a number of years and has lived in eastern Harris County for some time. She encouraged other victims or anyone who’s related to a prostitute who was slain to contact the Harris County Sheriff’s Office.

“The sheriff’s department has an excellent cold case squad, and they are meticulously going through any cases that match this area and this general manner and means” of death, McDaniel said. “We’re looking at every single one. Generally speaking, there is a number of prostitutes who have been found dead in that area in the last 10 years.”

Hobbs, an imposing man who stands 6 foot 3 and weighs 350 pounds, made his first court appearance Wednesday.

 

“We plan to contest the capital murder charge and plead not guilty,” said Allen Isbell, one of two Houston attorneys appointed to defend Hobbs. “As I understand it, he comes from a good background and is a college graduate.”

Past victims

Sheriff’s investigators have for years worked to solve the killings of three women linked to prostitution and drug use whose bodies were found in the area around Crosby. They are among a dozen unsolved slayings in and around Barrett Station.

The body of Aritha Boyce, 37, was found beneath the U.S. 90 bridge over the San Jacinto River in July 2002, the plastic ties used to strangle still around her neck. The other victim, Patricia Pyatt, 38, was last seen walking from her Crosby home. Her remains were found in November 2002, beneath the old Beaumont highway bridge, and she had also been strangled.

DNA evidence

The murder case against Hobbs unfolded after the disappearance this summer of Wanda Trombley, 57, a known prostitute whose badly decomposed body was found along a Pasadena street on Sept. 22. Hobbs is considered a person of interest in that case.

Pasadena police detectives began questioning prostitutes in the area, and located three who described separate incidents of being picked up by a large man who attacked them physically or sexually, or both.

“They all were describing this very large white male, with red hair, driving a white van, who was a security guard who was abducting and raping women and then letting them off,” McDaniel said.

Sheriff’s investigators contacted security firms in the area, and obtained consensual DNA samples from employees, including Hobbs, the prosecutor said. The DNA sample linked Hobbs to evidence gathered at Sanford’s crime scene.

Family shocked

Pasadena police detectives arrested Hobbs this month and charged him with the unrelated assaults on two prostitutes, and the kidnapping and sexual assault of a third woman.

Hobbs’ arrest shocked his family, who insist the allegations are out of character to a hard-working, dedicated family man, said defense attorney Stanley Schneider.

“And everything I’ve heard about Steven has just been outstanding – he’s reliable, honest, trustworthy, loved, admired,” Schneider said. “He’s a college graduate, he’s been married for 18 years, with constant and steady employment.”

10/30/12 CALIFORNIA — Nineteen-year-old University of California Student Linnea Lomax disappeared on Tuesday, June 26, 2012 walking from a mental health facility near Carmichael in Sacramento, CA after being released. She was admitted into the facility due to anxiety and stress. She was last seen walking at approximately 1pm  in the 800 block of How Avenue when she suddenly vanished. A frantic search ensued and missing persons flyer’s were handed out to hundreds. Social-media sites like Facebook played a large-role in spreading the news of her disappearance. A Facebook page called ” Help Find Linnea Lomax Missing From Sacramento California ” had received over 6,000 ”likes” but after ten weeks of not knowing what happened to the UF Student, her family and loved ones got news that no parent wants to hear…

Her body was discovered along the American River in Sacramento, not far from where she went missing.

Linnea wasn’t in her best state in the days leading up to her disappearance. She was under alot of stress and anxiety which would of made her extra vulnerable. 

But now many are speculating that the young woman committed suicide, although no proof points to this assumption. A websleuth’s user even commented: 

Originally Posted by AQuietHeart View Post
There was evidence of delusional thinking that has been released by the family. Linnea believed that if she “failed” her family would die. She was in clear psychosis.

Another user(s) wrote:

Originally Posted by AQuietHeart View Post
There was evidence of delusional thinking that has been released by the family. Linnea believed that if she “failed” her family would die. She was in clear psychosis. What is so difficult is that the timeframe from the onset of obvious symptoms of a crisis to when Linnea went missing is rather short. That means that the people with the most information about her medical condition are the doctors and nurses at Sutter inpatient. They don’t do TV interviews nor do they speak or blog to the public. The police and family, most likely have spoken to them. If Linnea signed a release when she was admitted, they can give information to the family (that’s how it works in WA, not sure about CA). She may not have signed that release.

As far as Linnea’s friends and others, I can’t imagine them talking publicly about what they saw and their concerns without asking the family’s permission first (just out of respect).

I don’t think there is any doubt that Linnea is in danger. The question is what happened to her after she walked outside the outpatient facility?

A relative of Linnea believed to be her parent also commented on the websleuth’s thread under the username ”AQuietHeart” – She wrote: 

Thank you for your kindness. I try to keep down the talk about our daughter on Linnea’s thread however, it’s the only way I know how to explain that our family unfortunately knows many of the answers to your questions through personal experience.

To answer your questions:
Here is the link to the timeline. June 25th is where the delusions are addressed.
http://www.helpfindlinnea.org/timeline/

With regards to the “clear psychosis”….that’s my definition. I define delusions and clear psychosis as the same thing. Been there, seen it…you can’t talk them out of it. I tried. They tried.

Yes! Absolutely! The system doesn’t work the way many people think it does. The goal is to stabalize the patient and return them to family/friends for care. For example, the doctors will try many medicines trying to find the one that doesn’t give off the worst side effects, then the patient is released to the family to wait for the medicine to pull them out of the delusions. It took weeks for our daughter. I will never forget the moment she realized the delusion was not real…complete shock on her face. The Insurance Co’s will not agree to pay for an extended stay over 7-10 days unless the person is a danger to themselves and/or others and then they are often transferred to State mental institutions. No way did Linnea reach that threshold. Great system huh? We need to do better. 

She was last seen wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with the words “Sweden” in red and green pants. If you think you may have seen a young blonde Caucasian female with wavy/curly hair in the Sacramento area this past June, you’re urged to contact the tip-line at (916) 905-HELP (4357)

Photo of Linnea Lomax with her hair tied back in a pony-tail.

Help Find Linnea Lomax Missing From Sacramento, California (Facebook Group) – http://www.facebook.com/linnea.lomax#!/HelpFindLinnea – Also a website was created during the time of Linnea’s disappearance called helpfindlinnea.org

The El Dorado County Sheriff’s Office has assumed primary investigative responsibility for the case as Lomax is a Placerville/El Dorado County resident.

If you have any information regarding this case, please contact: El Dorado Police Department (916) 874-5115

LAS CRUCES, NEW MEXICO — On February 10, 1990, at the local bowling alley in Las Cruces, New Mexico, Ida the cook, was in the kitchen preparing for the lunch hour rush. It was about 8:00 A.M. and just an hour before opening time. The day manager, Stephanie, was in the office adding up the previous night’s receipts. Stephanie’s 12-year-old daughter, Melissa, and Melissa’s friend, Amy, were with her.

At about 8:20, Ida was surprised in the kitchen by a stranger with a pistol. He forced her towards the office where Stephanie and the girls were being held by a second gunman. According to Ida:

“I just thought they were gonna get money and then take off, especially when they told us, ‘All of you put your heads down.'”

The second gunman took $4,000 from the safe while the other gunman continued to yell, “Heads down!” Ida said she followed the instructions:

“When he said that, I thought, ‘These guys are leaving.’ And that’s when I felt they had shot me in the head.”

Seconds later, employee Steven Teran arrived at the bowling alley with his two young children. Like the other witnesses, they were shot in the head. All three died, along with Melissa’s friend, Amy. Somehow, Stephanie, Melissa and Ida survived the vicious attack. Captain Fred Rubio of the Las Cruces Police Department:

“We assessed the scene immediately. We canvassed the neighborhood, and thank god we were able to come up with a couple of witnesses that were able to give us some pretty decent composites.”

One of the witnesses was Stephanie’s brother, who we’ll call Michael. He said he had stopped by the bowling alley on his way to school:

“I saw two Hispanic gentlemen walking from the back of the building towards the front. The older gentleman handed the younger gentleman a small case. The older gentleman squats down, and looks right at me as I’m driving towards them. I took notice of what they were wearing, and their descriptions, hair color, skin, eyes.”

Based on this and all the eyewitness descriptions, police were able to draw up composites of the killers.

Both suspect’s were black adult males, one of the suspects spoke excellent English, no spanish while the other suspect spoke with a slight Spanish accent. For additional details please click the source below. Also, to view a composite sketch of both Suspect’s and to write a tip in (all tips can remain anonymous.) Click the source below.

Source: Unsolved

Pictured; Photo of murdered victim

New Bedford, MA (New England) — On May 30, 1985 the deceased body of John Moura, a 42-year-old taxi driver from New Bedford, was found hunched over the wheel of his taxi-cab at Fort Rodman in New Bedford, MA. He had been shot more then once from the back. His jewelry and wallet, which contained money was laying right next to his body, crossing out robbery as a motive. His taxi-cab and meter were still running.

Police have been looking for a person-of-interest for decades. During one of his taxi-runs, Moura had picked up a unidentified man in-front of ‘Bank of Boston’ on Pleasant Street in New Bedford around 11a.m. the morning of his death. By noon-time, Moura would not respond to radio contact to the cab company he worked for. A couple hours after the 11a.m. pick-up of the unidentified man, his body was found.

Artist Sketch of unidentified person-of-interest (description below)

The person of interest is described as a Caucasian male with dark/black hair that was neatly-groomed, he was around 5’7,” weighing approximately 170 pounds with a slight gut and medium build. The unknown man was last see wearing a black t-shirt, black pants and is believed to have been carrying a black or tan jacket.

Moura mother has since died without answers of her sons untimely death. He has left behind five children who are still searching for answers.

There isn’t much information found on this murder case and most people have never heard of it. In-fact, aside from this article, the only one that comes up on a search engine is CTCOLDCASES which is the source of the information posted. Regardless of how long this case has been cold, it still needs justice!

If you have any information regarding this cold-case, please contact: New Bedford Police Department at 508-991-6300 extension 327. (all tips are anonymous. You can also contact the NBPD by mail or going to their website.)


	Members of the musical group RUN-DMC (L to R) Jason Mizell (Jam Master Jay), Darryl McDaniels (DMC) and Joseph Simmons (DJ Run) pose for photographs after being inducted into Hollywood's Rockwalk on February 25, 2002 in Los Angeles, California. Hollywood's Rockwalk is a sidewalk gallery dedicated to honoring artists who have made a significant contribution to the evolution of rock 'n roll. REUTERS/Adrees Latif

Pictured;  Left, Jason (Jam Master Jay) Mizell, Darryl (DMC) McDaniels and Joseph (Run) Simmons of hip-hop super group Run-DMC. The rappers from Hollis, Queens, are reuniting for a concert tour without Mizell who was murdered in 2002. The case remains unsolved.

10/23/12 (Article written and published by NYDailyNews)  — Murder Of Jason Mizell A.k.a Jam Master Of Run DMC Remains Unsolved Ten Years Later:

Hip-hop pioneers Run-DMC are back on tour — their first without the backbeat of the group, DJ Jam Master Jay, the victim of an unsolved slaying shrouded in mystery and lack of cooperation by witnesses.


	Rapper Jam Master Jay was shot and killed in recording studio at 90-10 Merrick blvd. body of rapper is taken from building

Pictured; Body of rapper Jason (Jam Master Jay) Mizell is removed from Merrick Blvd. recording studio after Oct. 30, 2002, murder.

The platinum-selling band — which brought hip-hop to the mainstream with hits like “It’s Tricky,” “King of Rock” and a remake of Aerosmith’s “Walk This Way” — kicked off a tour last month even as the NYPD remains frustrated the 2002 execution-style rubout of the hip-hop star, whose real name was Jason Mizell, remains stalled 10 years later.

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“We never really had a good lead,” the case’s head detective, Vincent Santangelo, told the Daily News. “Nobody would or nobody could tell us the who or what. We’re still looking for that person.”

Law enforcement sources, who at one time worked the case, said the people inside Mizell’s 24/7 recording studio provided a play-by-play account of the Oct. 30, 2002 murder — but everyone stopped short in identifying the gunman or his sidekick.

The 37-year-old turntable wizard — who stayed anchored near the hardscrabble Hollis neighborhood where he grew up — arrived at the studio just hours before the killing.

After packing some equipment for a show in Philadelphia the next day, Mizell got a bite to eat and took a seat on a couch at the rear of the studio. His pal, Uriel (Tony) Rincon, sat next to him and the pair began playing a video game.

Mizell placed a .45-caliber pistol on the arm rest.

A short time later, Mizell’s assistant, Lydia High, entered the cramped studio to go over his itinerary. High’s brother, Randy Allen – Mizell’s longtime pal and business partner – soon came in with two friends, but they shut themselves in the control room at the front of the studio.

Everyone had been in the room for less than an hour when a man dressed in black, possibly wearing a hat, stepped in and gave Mizell a hug about 7:30 p.m. But after the short embrace, the man pulled out a .40-caliber handgun.

“Oh, s—-,” was all a witness heard Mizell say before a shot rang out.

The bullet pierced Rincon’s left leg. Then, a second shot hit Mizell in the head, killing him before he hit the floor.

The killer and his accomplice, who was standing outside the door, both sprinted out of the two-story building and disappeared.

Santangelo, a 22-year vet, and his team spent years chasing scores of leads that sometimes brought him to cities across the country. No arrests have been made, but Santangelo believes that could change with the help of a good tipster — who can collect a $60,000 reward if there’s a conviction.

But the sources, who spoke to the News last week, said they’ve already fingered one of Mizell’s killers, but making an arrest been hampered by reluctant witnesses and bad press.

“We just never had enough to make it stick,” said one of the sources.

Investigators suspect career criminal Ronald Washington was either the lookout or the gunman. The hit was likely ordered after Mizell — who owed up to $500,000 to the IRS — refused to settle a decade-old drug debt with his old friend Curtis Scoon, the sources said.

Washington — who is serving a 17-year stint for armed robbery — allegedly confessed his role in the killing to a former girlfriend, authorities have said.

“She was credible. She was a witness who we vetted,” said one source. “We had enough to bring it to a judge.”

High, who allegedly buzzed the killers into Mizell’s studio, said Washington was one of the killers, but she later recanted.

“She (also) changed her story three or four times after,” another source said.

Neither Washington nor Scoon, who now lives in Georgia, was ever charged.

“As time goes by, he becomes less and less of a suspect,” said Scoon’s lawyer, Marvyn Kornberg. “He’s moved on with his life.”

The open case has left Mizell’s family shattered.

“The past 10 years has been really hard,” said the jam master’s brother, Marvin Thompson, 57. “There’s still so many unanswered questions. … I pray that someone will step up and close this case and give us some peace.”

Thompson, too, is convinced that Washington was one of Mizell’s killers.

“It’s frustrating,” he said. “But the fact that he’s in jail … I guess that’s some kind of closure.”

Mizell’s 77-year-old mother, Connie Mizell-Perry, said she believes karma will eventually sneak up on the wanted men.

Speaking from her North Carolina home, she had one thing to say to the killers: “One of these days, you’re going to think you have it made and someone is going to tap you on the shoulder and say, ‘Gotcha!’”

For now, though, the focus is on Run DMC, the revived hip-hop trio, now a duo with no turntables behind their microphones. Partners Darryl (DMC) McDaniels and Joe (Run) Simmons soldier on.

“I can’t believe it’s been 10 years since Jay’s death,” McDaniels said in a statement to the Daily News. “That’s crazy. It seems like I just saw him yesterday.

“He impacted other people’s lives and that’s the Jay I loved and respected,” McDaniels added. “But spiritually, he’s always with me. His presence is felt as strongly today as it was the night he passed away.”

Source: NYDailyNews

10/21/12 – LOS ANGELES – The LAPD on Thursday announced it has open investigations on a dozen unsolved homicides near known Manson Family hangouts around Los Angeles.

The revelation came amid a legal battle to obtain hours of audio tape recordings between former Charles Manson follower and convicted murderer Charles “Tex” Watson and his lawyer.

“We have an obligation to the families of these victims,” Cmdr. Andy Smith told NBC4. “Our detectives need to listen to these tapes. The tapes might help with solving these murders.”

News of the open investigation was first reported by the Los Angeles Times Thursday and confirmed to NBC4 by LAPD officials. Smith told the Times the 12 murders they are investigating “are similar to some of the Manson killings.”

Manson and his followers shot to infamy in 1969 after the murders of pregnant actress Sharon Tate and four others at a Benedict Canyon home in the hills above Los Angeles. That rampage was followed the next night by the murders of Leno and Rosemary LaBianca in their Los Feliz home.

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The unheard recordings sought by the LAPD were made more than four decades ago, after Watson’s arrest for his role in the Tate-LaBianca slayings.

LAPD’s effort to obtain the tapes was not known publicly until it was reported by NBC4 News in May. And Watson has been fighting to keep those tapes under wraps. Police believe they may hold clues to “additional unsolved murders committed by followers of Charles Manson.”

Earlier this year, a court order authorized LAPD to take possession of the recordings, but Watson’s lawyer obtained a “stay” order effectively stopping the release of the tapes while his appeal is heard.

The LAPD tried to obtain the tapes using a search warrant, according to the Times. But on Oct. 9, a federal judge in Texas granted an emergency order barring police from executing a search warrant at an office where the tapes are kept.

For now, the tapes remain in the custody of a Texas bankruptcy trustee, who took responsibility for them after the 2009 death of Watson’s original attorney, Bill Boyd. Boyd had made the recordings.

Watson, now 66, is serving a life sentence in California’s Mule Creek State Prison in Ione, Amador County, outside Sacramento.

Source of article: Usnews.nbcnews.com

Milan Police placed the banner with the picture of Crandall and Lily on the vacant lot at 325 W. 4th Ave., where her home once stood. The family, Milan Police Department and Quad-City Crime Stoppers are continuing to raise awareness of Crandall’s cruel murder which remains unsolved years later.

Quad City, Illinois — Harriet Crandall was 96-years-old and although she was getting weaker physically, she showed no signs of slowing down. A recent great-grandma to her granddaughter name Lily, she loved spending time with her and always wanted to hold her but didn’t think she had the strength to do it, so with the help of a pillow for her arm, she was able to hold Lily, James Crandall, the father of Lily and son of Harriet said.. It was definitely a precious moment and James didn’t hesitate to snap a photo.

 

“She was tickled having her there,” James said of the photo, which was taken in the fall of 2007.

But on the night of August 30, 2008 less than one year after that photo was snapped, Harriet was at her Milan home on 325 W. 4th Ave when a house-fire broke out and sadly, she didn’t make it. At first glance, it was thought to be just an terrible accident but when the autopsy report came in so did the truth. Harriet Crandall was dead prior to the fire. She had been strangled by an unidentified killer and the fire was just a cover-up. But who would want to harm such a defenceless woman?

Earl Higgins was Crandall’s neighbor for 10 years.

“I shot the breeze with her. It’s hard to believe,” he said about her death.

Higgins said he was home when his daughter woke him up about 11:30 p.m. Aug. 30, 2008, after seeing the Crandall house on fire.

Firefighters were called to the scene shortly before 11 p.m. They found Crandall’s body on the floor of her bedroom. She was pronounced dead at the scene at 11:44 p.m.

Harriet Crandall lived in the house for 71 years and raised her two sons there, said James Crandall of Sherrard, Ill., her oldest. She lived there alone since her husband died in 1986.

After her death, James Crandall tried to salvage from the burned debris the furniture his father had built.

“I couldn’t get the smoke smell out of the wood,” he said. “I finally set fire to it and finished it.”

His younger brother, Kenneth Crandall of Alexis, Ill., said coping with his mother’s death after a few years is “getting easier as time goes by. It still hurts.”

John Zelnio, president of Quad-City Crime Stoppers, pointed out that Harriet Crandall’s 100th birthday would have been today.

“Any minute, some good tip could come in,” Zelnio said.

Beckwith said that even though his investigators are currently not working any leads on the case, he’s still confident it can be solved.

“A lot of people saw and heard things,” Beckwith said. “What we need is information that will put us in the path of finding the person responsible.”

If you have any information regarding this unsolved murder please contact: Quad-City Crime Stoppers at (309) 762-9500 and Milan police at (309) 787-8520.

Harriets obituary:

Harriet Crandall, 96, of Milan, passed away Saturday, Aug. 30, 2008, at her home.

Graveside services will be 11 a.m. Thursday at Chippiannock Cemetery, Rock Island. Those wishing to attend may meet at Wheelan-Pressly Funeral Home, Milan, at 10:30 a.m. Memorials may be made to American Cancer Society.

Harriet was born April 6, 1912, in Beaman, Iowa the daughter of Harry and Bertha Esbolt Hawley. She married Harold Crandall on Dec. 3, 1933, in Rock Island. He preceded her in death on June 11, 1986.

Harriet was a stay-at-home mom. She was a good mother who lived for her family. She enjoyed traveling with her husband.

Survivors include her sons and daughters-in-law, James and Velma Crandall, Sherrard, Kenneth and Ann Crandall, Alexis; six grandchildren; eight great-grandchildren; and two great-great-grandchildren. Harriet was preceded in death by her brother, Glen.

There is a $3,000 reward for anyone with any information leading to the arrest and conviction of the indivigual who murdered this woman.

By gum! Man arrested for 1976 cold case murder thanks to DNA evidence collected by cops in phony CHEWING GUM survey

  • Gary Raub, 63, was arrested yesterday in  Seattle in the brutal slaying of Blanche Kimball 36 years ago
  • 70-year-old was stabbed almost 50 times in  her home in Augusta, Maine
  • Police obtained the suspect’s DNA in July  after he agreed to participate in a fake chewing gum survey
  • Saliva matched DNA from blood splatted on  the woman’s kitchen cupboard
  • The murder happened on June 12,1976 and has been unsolved for over thirty-six-years
  • The victim was murdered on Memorial Day in 1976.
  • This case is the oldest unsolved murder in Maine that has been solved.

In custody: Gary Raub, pictured, has been arrested on Monday after for the 1976 stabbing death of a 70-year-old woman after DNA linked him to the crime

In custody: Gary Raub, pictured, has been arrested on Monday for the 1976  stabbing death of a 70-year-old woman after DNA obtained from chewing gum,  right, linked him to the crime

Click the link above for full story.

karina_holmerKarina Holmer, 20, was a Swedish AuPair who left her home country of Sweden and travelled to America to live with a Boston, Massachusetts family.

An AuPair is a childcare provider who receives a temporary visa to travel to another country and live with a family and care for their children in exchange for a predetermined wage and cultural experience. Karina was excited at the opportunity to travel to the US. Four months into the exchange and she was adapting very well. Her AuPair family described her as a responsible, respectable, trustworthy and caring woman who took her job her job taking care of children seriously, but also enjoyed her free time and exploring different places in New England. Just a young woman figuring her life out and having fun on the way. She had no enemies, at least none that were known.

The weekends were her time to go out and enjoy herself, exploring new clubs and bars, hanging out with friends, and meeting new people, and June 21, 1996 was no different.

On the night of June 21st she decided to go to Zanzibar, a popular nightclub on Boylston Place in Boston. She had been there before and was familiar with the scenery. She dressed to the nines, dotting a shining gray sweater and silver pants, which was the style then, and she was very stylish. Many described her as a very attractive woman and she had many males approaching her. She was always kind even if the attraction wasn’t mutual, and was far from stuck up.

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Outdated photo of Karina dressed in all black at Zanzibar prior to June 21, 1996

When she arrived at the club she was seen enjoying herself, drinking, dancing, socializing and even singing. She didn’t have a care in the world. Shortly after however, she was seen passed out on the clubs restroom floor. It appeared that she had gotten a little to intoxicated and like many people, being intoxicated more than likely lowered her guard and judgement and gave a sexual predator and murderer the opportunity to take advantage.

Details after the restroom incident are foggy and something only a few people, including her killer, no. What we do no is that the former Au-Pair was attacked, either by a stranger or someone she met that night or possibly someone she had met over the past four months in the United States, although unlikely given the circumstances.

Karina was not only murdered, she was tortured, sexually assaulted and dismembered into two pieces. The top half of her body was discarded in a Fenway dumpster but the bottom half of her body was never recovered.

Police searched high and low for the person(s) responsible. They tracked Karina’s movements in the 48 hours leading up to her death, interviewed dozens of individuals, and followed hundreds of tips. But despite the hard efforts her case remains unsolved and her killer’s identity remains unknown.

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The below article was published by The Phoenix , a Boston news website. It gives the account of Karina’s murder by a man who was one of the last people to have been Karina Holmer alive:

karina-holmerTHE CASE:

It’s been 15 years since the top half of Holmer’s body was discovered in a Fenway dumpster. The crime fascinated Boston, paralyzed its nightlife, and spurred an investigation that sputtered along for years. But the police never caught her killer.

They never even found the rest of her body.

I didn’t know Holmer by name, but I knew her face. I had said hello to her time after time when she’d come in to Zanzibar on weekend nights to drink; she got served, even though she was only 20. She was known as “Swedish Nanny.” They all were. There were a bunch of them, European au pairs, and they liked to party. They’d dance, they’d drink, and if they were lucky they’d end up getting finger-banged in the back stairwell during one of DJ Tad Bonvie’s cheese-heavy medleys.

We really should have seen this coming.

Monday morning rolled around, and I headed in for my day shift at the Zanzibar offices. The first thing I saw was the news crews blocking up the street. Big microphones bounced off my face as I made my way through the pack.

When I got up to Zanzibar, the tiny office was bursting with cops, both uniformed officers and detectives in plain clothes. Sit down, I was told, they’ll get to you soon enough.

Finally, the cops crowded me into one of the manager’s offices. Did you see anyone suspicious on Friday night, or any other night? they demanded, as I slouched behind the big desk in the poorly lit room. Where were you at the time of the murder?

I was a grubby-looking guy those days, I won’t lie. Plus, a friend at Allston Beat used to give me bottles of Hard Candy nail polish, and I had each fingernail painted a different color. I must have looked suspicious. When they finished asking questions, they started over again.

They questioned my Alley coworkers, too. Cheryl Hanson, who ran Bishop’s Pub across the alley, told them she’d talked to Holmer the night she died. “It’s kind of freaky to think I was just complimenting her on her clothes,” she remembers, “and now I’m giving a description of them so they can help identify her murdered body.”

My buddy Thomas was questioned after the cops found out he’d been shot one night outside Zanzibar months before. “I had to get all my credit-card receipts from that weekend and put them in chronological order to give to them,” he told me years later. “After that, I never heard another word from them.”

The cops called me in for questioning again and again. It got ridiculous. I think I finally told them that I was a coke-head and too weak to even lift up a chainsaw.

A young woman with dirty-blonde hair was passed out along the left wall, teetering on a tall chair with her head buried in her hands. I thought nothing of it as I glided by. This wasn’t anything new, you see. It wouldn’t have been a Friday night without at least one zonked-out babe hanging out in Zanzibar just after closing time looking for her friends or a one night stand.

This was the ’90s, after all — a time when Zima was king, the cocaine was crap, and gazillionaire princes from God-knows-where guzzled Cristal amid the sweaty Euro crowd scene. And on the weekends, they all packed into Zanzibar, the Theater District club where I worked, the sweaty beating heart of a bar-lined alley known as “the Alley.”

From the balcony above, one of the bartenders called down to me. “Fayner!” he yelled. “Can you walk that chick to a cab or something?”

I pointed to the woman I had just passed. “This chick?”

He replied yes.

“No problem, just let me grab something from the back first,” I said, as I made my way to the cooler to rifle beer. But when I came back, she was gone.

So I guess you could say that I was one of the last people to see Karina Holmer alive.

PERSON OF INTEREST

Eyewitnesses recalled many contradicting things that morning. Holmer left Zanzibar alone and got into a cab. She took off on foot with an older man. She got into a silver car with four dudes and sped off. She chatted with a crazy man and his big shaggy dog in matching Superman T-shirts. But who’s to say the woman any of those people saw was in fact Karina Holmer? Drunken chicks wearing shiny silver pants spewed out of the Alley every night of the week in those days.

Amid the confusion, suspects emerged. The first and most obvious was Frank Rapp, a Dover artist and Holmer’s boss; a mysterious fire had burned outside Rapp’s condo complex after Holmer went missing. But the police couldn’t find anything linking him to the crime.

After that, the investigation sprawled out in a dozen different directions. Detectives questioned a panhandler, Juan Polo, who was seen singing and dancing in the street with Holmer the night of her murder. They also questioned Sleep Chamber frontman and noted junkie John Zewizz, who happened to live two blocks from the dumpster where Holmer was found. And they investigated Herbie Witten, the crazy guy with the dog in the Superman T-shirt.

But no one was ever arrested.

When I tried to talk to the cops for this story, all I got back was this boilerplate e-mail: “The Boston Police Homicide Unit continues to seek justice for Karina Holmer. Investigators share a strong desire with Karina’s family to hold the perpetrator accountable. If anyone has any information about what happened to Karina, please contact 617.343.4470. Detectives will continue to aggressively pursue any new leads.”

The theory that had the most traction with those of us who worked down at the Alley was that a cop who had dated Holmer was the real killer. But the most that ever came of that was a terse Boston Globe story, noting that an unnamed officer had been questioned in connection with the murder.

“No one’s a suspect, but everyone’s a suspect,” a “source close to the investigation” told the Globe.

PARTY’S OVER

The Alley became a ghost town after that.

At Zanzibar, it felt as if the place was cursed. Night after night, the club was empty. The manager would send staff home. Everyone started looking for new jobs elsewhere. No one wanted to go down with the ship.

“Everyone was on this heightened alert,” recalls Hanson, “making sure underage people were kept away; definitely being more diligent with IDs. Basically, we stopped making money.”

Outside our doors, there was something heavy in the air. Before, at closing time, the Alley would be packed with people — screaming, yelling, making out, and puking. But after the murder, it was quiet. People walked to cars or to the T in pairs or groups. Women were careful who they talked to.

In October, the city suspended Zanzibar’s license for serving underage drinkers. By the following year, the club was reopened with a new name, new management, and a mostly-new staff, and soon business was blazing again. But that crowd — the Euro kids and the nannies and the yuppies — never really came back (probably for the best).

Karina Holmer’s killer is still out there. It’s hard not to wonder about.

“Yeah, I still think about her death every once in a while,” Hanson says. “Every time I’m near Lansdowne Street and I pass that dumpster, I wonder what happened that weekend.”