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Emily Jeanette GarciaAn unidentified body was found on February 25, 1993 approximately 1.5 miles north on Old Cranes Mill Road off of Highway 46 in Canyon Lake, Texas by a road crew. The decomposing body was reported to the New Braunfels Police and Comal County Sheriff’s Office. The body was listed as a Jane Doe.

The medical examiners concluded that Jane Doe was a victim of murder and that she was carrying an unborn child.

A year later a friend of the murder victim phoned the family about the Jane Doe being a possible match to a teen who went missing from San Antonio.

It was verified from a fingerprint card that Jane Doe was the body of 15-year-old Emily Jeanette Garcia, who was reported missing on February 12, 1993 from San Antonio, TX.

Emily Jeanette Garcia was born on July 27, 1977 in Fort Hood, Texas to Roy Garcia and Sheila Smith-Ramirez. She is the younger sister of Elizabeth Garcia and according to authorities she was about 3 months pregnant at the time of her death however, family members say she was further into her pregnancy then what’s listed. In fact, she was able to determine that her unborn child was male and had already picked out the name Emilio.

February 12, 1993, the day of her disappearance, Garcia had boarded the city bus in San Antonio, Texas to go to an appointment with the health service to see how far along she was in her pregnancy. Her mother had occupied her and stayed with her till she boarded the bus for her appointment and then Sheila went on to her job. Emily never made it to her appointment and that was the last time her mother had seen her daughter alive.

Garcia was kidnapped and held against her will for twelve days. She had been raped, beaten and murdered by strangulation. There isn’t a description of a suspect available.

Initially her body was buried as Jane Doe in Bracken Cemetery on March 30, 1993 by Zoeller’s Funeral Home, but was later exhumed and buried as Emily Jeanette Garcia in Somerset, Texas by her family.

According to Garcia’s mother, Sheila Smith-Ramirez, they received a copy of the original Death Certificate on Sept 9, 2003, but it did not list her daughter as Jane Doe instead, it said N/A. They also have her listed as Caucasian and not of Hispanic Origin, which she was.  The cause of death is listed as strangulation, but newspaper articles claimed she had been sexually abused and that she was already dead before the killer(s) tied her up.

So as you can see, there are many inconsistencies in this case.

Garcia’s case is still open and still being investigated by New Braunfels Police Department, Texas Rangers and the San Antonio FBI. The agencies have not had any leads in years and Garcia’s case fades away as the years go on. However, It has NOT faded with family and loved ones who remain devastated decades later. They’re still determined to find out who is responsible for the death of Garcia and her unborn child. You can visit a website memorial for additional information on Emily Garcia.

A Lifetime movie titled The Killing Secret was made which recreates the abduction and murder of Emily Garcia. Clicking the link will bring you to the full movie which has been posted on YouTube. Scenes have been dramatized.

Her case remains unsolved.

Anyone with information regarding this cold case is urged to please contact:

Det. Tommy Ward,
Comal County Sheriff’s office
(830)620-3400
email address: soatgw@co.comal.tx.us
Case #93-01164 or
Emily’s Family
Sheila Smith-Ramirez
emilysmiles2003@yahoo.com
or Emily’s Aunt
Theresa Yeary
tdontrich@socket.net
tyeary53@yahoo.com

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Cold case: Donna Willing was sent to the store to fetch bread when she was killed

Pictured: Donna Willing was nine years old in 1970 when she was raped and murdered after being sent to the store to pick-up bread in a Wisconsin town

11/18/12 MILWAUKEE, WI — Virginia Davis describes says the pain left behind by her 9-year-old sister’s 1970 rape and strangulation as being like “a million holes.”

Only 4 years old at the time, Davis knew little about the crime. The subject remained off-limits for the next four decades for many in a family that hoped to forget the hurt. But Davis couldn’t forget, and after years seeking help to solve her sister’s killing, she’s preparing to face the man police believe is responsible.

On Monday, prosecutors will argue that a childhood neighbor and convicted sex offender – who they say confessed to the killing but has since recanted – should go to trial in the death of Donna Willing. With physical evidence in the case lost or destroyed, prosecutors say the will argue under the state’s sex offender law that Robert Hill, 73, is a sexually violent person and must remain in custody indefinitely.

Davis says that when she was a child, her sisters would scold her for talking about Donna, warning, “You don’t want to make mom cry, do you?” Most of the siblings don’t discuss it even now.

Horror: Donna Willing was just blocks from home when she was raped and murdered in 1970

Pictured above: Donna shortly before her murder, stands in-front of her home with a hula-hoop around her

Unsolved: Virginia Davis, right, has spent her life helping to track down the man who strangled her sister, center

UNSOLVED: Virginia Davis, right, has spent her life helping to track down the man who strangled her sister, center

But Davis needed answers. At 15 she found the courage to go to the library and read news coverage about her sister’s death. Every detail discovered since has helped.

“I didn’t feel like so lonely, I didn’t feel so empty, I didn’t feel like I had a million holes anymore,” said Davis, now a mother of three who lives in suburban Milwaukee. “I just started feeling like it’s easier, it’s easier, it’s easier now. I can talk about her now. I can speak her name.”

Davis clearly remembers the afternoon of Feb. 26, 1970. Her big sister Donna was reading to her from a favorite book about animals as they sat on the couch. Her mother wanted Donna to go to the bakery for bread, but Virginia purposely delayed the trip, begging for one more story.

“I remember seeing out the window, it was getting dark and thinking `Mom won’t make her go if it gets dark. She’ll send (my brother) or somebody else. She can’t go,'” Davis recalls. “We were afraid of the boogeyman and stuff back then. The boogeyman will get her if she goes out after dark.”

Donna walked out at 5:15 p.m. A witness later saw her get into a green car. Less than two hours later, a man discovered her bruised and bloodied body under a car in his garage about a mile away.

Newspaper reports at the time said police had people of interest, but no leads panned out.

In 2004, Virginia Davis saw a Milwaukee Journal Sentinel story about police arresting an 83-year-old man for a 1958 murder based on DNA evidence. She called the reporter for help getting police to take another look at her sister’s case.

A cold case unit that formed in 2007 did, and soon focused on Hill. He had lived next door with his wife and five children and Davis said she remembered playing with his son. She also remembered his wife, who always yelled, but not him.

Prosecutors soon discovered physical evidence in Donna Willing’s case had been lost during a flood or when detectives cleaned out the evidence room in the 1990s, according to police Lt. Keith Balash. So investigators in 2008 began interviewing Hill in prison – where he was serving a 10-year sentence for sexually assaulting four children under the age of 10 between 1995 and 2002.

Hill first told police he sexually assaulted Donna after she got into his car that night, according to court documents. She began to squirm and slapped him. He became angry, afraid she would tell on him. He strangled her and dumped her in a garage. It all took about 10 minutes, he said.

In another account outlined in court documents, Hill said he molested Donna for years, picked her up and had sex with her. After she screamed, he put his hand over her mouth and strangled her.

Hill, who is now being in held a supervised facility, has since recanted both statements. Balash said Hill knew specifics of Donna’s injuries that hadn’t been released.

Hill’s attorney, Robert Prifogle, didn’t return a phone call seeking comment before Monday’s hearing.

Before her mother died in 2009, Davis finally asked why she needed Donna to go to the bakery. Her mother said she wanted to make French toast for dinner. That filled a big hole. This year, Davis met the man who discovered his sister’s body – another big hole filled. She said she had blamed herself when she was younger for delaying her sister’s trip until after dark, but no more.

Davis chokes up when talking about her gratitude for the cold case detectives who pursued the case.

“I want to invent or create a word and I can’t come up with anything yet that is the equivalent to how I feel,” she said.

Source: Huffingtonpost

Woman raped and man beaten in horrific home invasion while 18-month-old child slept in the same house

  • Two attackers jumped on the father as he approached his apartment
  • They forced their way inside and assaulted both parents, beating the father and sexually assaulting the mother
  • The pair then ransacked there Burien, Washington home and fled the scene
  • Authorities are now searching for two unidentified African American men
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Frightening: The couple were accosted at their home in Burien, Washington, while a child slept in another room

Frightening: The couple were accosted at their home in Burien, Washington, while a child slept in another room

Rapid response: Police arrived at the scene shortly after the incident at 9pm last night and set tracking dogs on the scent

Rapid response: Police arrived at the scene shortly after the incident at 9pm last night and set tracking dogs on the scent

Article written and published by Dailymail.co.uk on 11/13/12

Pictured; Brittany Phillips

11/02/12 – TULSA, OK — Eighteen-year-old Brittany Phillips was a student who was taking courses at Tulsa Community College and was days away from her 19th birthday. She was described as a bubbly, happy person who had no known enemies, the type of girl who always kept in contact with family and friends and was always responsible, taking her school work seriously. So it was surprising when she suddenly stopped showing up to TCC and couldn’t be reached by phone.

On October 1, 2004, after a couple days of missed classes, a concerned friend decided to stop over Brittany’s apartment at Union Apartments, where she was living alone. She walked into a horrifying scene, Brittany’s decomposing body. She had been laying there for several days.

The last time anyone had contact with Brittany was on the evening of September 27, 2004. Sometime during the late-night hours of 09/27/04 and the early-morning hours of 09/28/04, an unidentified man was in her apartment. It is unknown if he was invited in or broke in. She was assaulted, raped and then strangled to death and he left her bruised and battered body lying on her bed in her second floor apartment.

October 4, 2004, Brittany’s nineteenth birthday, was suppose to be a day of celebration but instead, her family and friends were attending her funeral.

Since her murder, authorities have interviewed MANY people and have compared thousands of DNA with no luck. 

Brittany’s mother, Maggie Zingman, was left devastated and was determined to find her daughters killer.

Maggie Zingman

Photo of Maggie Zingman, Brittany’s mother

Maggie is a trauma psychologist, a trauma survivor and a “mom on a mission doing a labor of love.”

Every few months Maggie focuses on looking for her daughter’s killer. She drives her third Caravan to Catch a Killer SUV covered with pictures of her deceased daughter and facts about her brutal rape and murder. People are drawn to her SUV by its moving billboard while she shares her story of Brittany’s short, but gifted life. She also discusses the facts surrounding Brittany’s murder in the hope that she will eventually receive a tip that may lead to the killer and that lessons may be learned from the issues that impede her daughter’s investigation.

Caravan to Catch a Killer

Photo of Maggie’s Caravan ”to catch a killer,” which is made to draw attention with hopes that some day the right person will see it and remember and/or say something.

She has also driven more than 13,000 miles to conduct media interviews and meet with local homicide departments, government officials, and community leaders. She hopes that by receiving national coverage, she will help improve current rape laws and raise awareness about how DNA backlogs and justice issues related to rape affect the occurrence of murders such as Brittany’s and impede investigations. She credits law enforcement and volunteers in Tulsa, Oklahoma for having helped in her daughter’s investigation and also the companies who have helped raise awareness for the cause and promote the Caravan to Catch a Killer, such as LAMAR Advertising and Midwest Wraps/Fellers Vinyl. Maggie remains on a mission to bring her daughter’s killer to justice.

 

For additional information regarding this case, go to: brittanyphillipsmurder.com

 

Anyone with information regarding this cold case, please contact: Tulsa Police Department (homicide hotline) at 918-798-8477 you can also call and leave a tip at ‘Tulsa Tips’ – 918-596-COPS – Lead Detective Vic Regalado ( vregalado@cityoftulsa.org ) – 918 596-9141 1ST LEAD DETECTIVE October 1, 2004 – May 5, 2012 DET. JEFF FELTON – NOW TULSA D.A. OFFICE

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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.”

Pictured; Victim, Ana Maria Angel (18)

Victor Caraballo

Pictured; Victor Caraballo.

It didn’t take the jury long to find Victor Caraballo guilty on Friday, 09/29/12, for the 2002 murder Ana Maria Angel. Caraballo was sentenced to death and sent to Florida’s death row.

Caraballo alledgely confessed that he and four others kidnapped, robbed, raped and murdered Ana Maria Angel, who was 18-years-old at the time.

Ana Maria and her boyfriend, Nelson Portobanco, were returning from a stroll at Miami beach after celebrating their 4-month anniversary when Caraballo and the others shoved them into their truck. They stabbed Portobanco and dumped him on the side of the highway. Portobanco survived after faking his own death and alerted police. Ana Maria however, wasn’t as lucky. The gang took turn’s raping the young woman, who was in return crying and plea’ing with them to stop. Her plea’s fell on deaf ears as they continued to beat and rape her, eventually killing her execution style.

”For me, he was the worst. He was the head of  the group, he did the most damage to Ana Maria” Said Margarita Osorio, Ana Maria’s mother.

Ana Maria’s body was later found on the side of a road with a fatal gunshot wound in the back of her head. Investigators say her hands were held together as if she had been praying at the time of her murder.

Cold case solved as man convicted of murder 10 years after kidnapping teenager and forcing her to perform sex show with boyfriend before raping her and shooting her dead – Published 09/28/12 by Dailymail

First of five suspects go to trial for South Beach murder – Earlier report By WSVN

Testimony continues in 2002 murder trial – Earlier report published 09/24/12 by Local10