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Outdated photo of Karina dressed in all black at Zanzibar prior to June 21, 1996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

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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.”

Could Michaela Garecht’s 24 Year Old Unsolved Kidnapping Finally Be Solved? Family Waiting For Results Of Bone Fragments Found In Linden Well

On the afternoon of 11/19/88, Nine year old Michaela Joy Garecht and a neighborhood friend rode their scooters in Hayward, California. This was a typical day for the little girl and both of them decided to scoot down Mission Boulevard to go to a local store a.k.a ”Rainbow Supermarket,” which was two blocks from her home. They parked their scooters and went into the market, on the way out Michaela noticed her friends scooter was moved in a different location from where they originally parked and when she went to retrieve it an unknown Caucasian male grabbed her against her will and forced her into his vehicle and sped away.

Michaela nor her kidnapper have not been seen since.

Her unidentified abductor was described as a young Caucasian male between the ages of 18-25 at the time of the 1988 abduction. He also had acne scars and a pimpled-face (pock-mocked.)

Missing girl Michaela Garecht and an artist's conception of her kidnapper. >

Left; Artist composite drawing of what Michaela’s kidnapper looked like in 1988. Right; Photo of Michaela Garecht.

Michaela’s abduction soon made national headlines and missing posters were making it’s way around the Country. Tips were pouring in left and right but all proved fruitless. Now almost twenty-four years later bone fragments were discovered in Hayward, in a Linden well and Michaela’s family are anxiously waiting for lab-results which police say could take weeks to come in.

 

Click the link above for the full story on the bone fragments discovered.

Remember this ‘thug’?

His own wanted poster: Rodney Knight Jr not only broke into a house and stole a laptop, but then posted a picture of himself on its owner's Facebook page

Wannabe Gangster Pictured Above

He didn’t exactly stand much chance of getting away with it.

In December 2010, 19-year-old Rodney Knight Jr (Pictured above) broke into the home of  Washington Post
journalist Marc Fisher and stole his 15-year-old son’s laptop computer, $400, a
winter coat and another laptop.

Except to rub salt in the wound, as well as stealing the family’s property,
Knight also decided to taunt them with his very own calling card.

At the time, Mr Fisher described how the burglar broke into his family’s
Washington D.C. home and kicked through the basement door while they were
out.

Victim: Knight broke into the home of Washington Post journalist Marc Fisher and stole his son's laptop

Victim – Mark Fisher Above

Mr Fisher wrote: ‘He opened my son’s computer, took a photo of himself sneering
as he pointed to the cash lifted from my son’s desk, and then went on my son’s
Facebook account and posted the picture for 400 teenagers to see.

‘In the picture, the man is wearing my new winter coat, the one that was stolen
right out of the Macy’s box it had just arrived in.’

Although Knight put the hood up on the brand-new coat, the full-frontal picture still clearly showed his face.

Mr Fisher said one police officer told him: ‘I’ve seen a lot, but this is the most stupid criminal I’ve ever seen.’

But Mr Fisher said the worst loss was not the property, but a document his son had been working on for years.

He wrote: ‘On my son’s computer, but never backed up, was one of the greatest documents ever, something he would have cherished all his life. ‘He had meticulously kept a running list of every movie he had ever seen, hundreds and hundreds, with his comments on each.’

Despite Knight virtually designing his own wanted poster, it still took police almost a month to track him down. He was arrested on January 2nd, 2011 when officers found him in a Washington alleyway clutching his waistband.

Sabrina Aisenberg – Born June 27, 1997, at St. Joseph’s Women’s Hospital in Tampa, Florida – She disappeared Nov. 24, 1997. She was named in memory of her great-grandparents Sylvia and Paul. She had just started to crawl when she disappeared.

Nov. 24, 1997, at 6:42 AM, a call to 911, placed by a mother reported her 5 month old infant, Sabrina, was missing. Marlene Aisenberg claimed she and her husband, Steve put the infant in her crib at 11 o’clock the prior evening and awoke the next morning to find an empty crib.

A garage door was left open, but the family dog, Brownie, never barked. There was no evidence of an intruder.

A massive search was immediately launched surrounding the infant’s home and neighborhood.

After the parents were interviewed by law enforcement they decided to hire an attorney and refused to cooperate further due to law enforcement continued suspicions on them. They instead they made a media tour appearing on a host of national television shows to gain Support for their allegedly missing baby. They were critical of law enforcement. People within their community were beginning to suspect the parents..The family home was tapped by law enforcement as part of their investigation.

Indictments against the parents were announced Thursday afternoon in Tampa by US Attorney Charles Wilson. The indictment claims the parents admitting to obstructing justice and responsibility for the death and cover up of young Sabrina.

There are two other children remaining in the home, a girl 4 and a boy 8 at the time of Sabrina’s disappearance.

In February 2001, all charges against the Aisenberg’s were dropped, with the US District ending the 18-month prosecution.

Florida Gov. Jeb Bush (R) appointed a special prosecutor to investigate the conduct of the two Hillsborough County, Fla., sheriff’s detectives who first investigated the case and focused on the baby’s parents. Stephen Kunz, was demoted and stripped of his supervisory responsibilities, shortly thereafter. His partner, Rachelle DesVaux  Bedke, Federal Attorney, has been transferred to a different department. The two are being investigated by the Justice Department.

FOR MORE INFORMATION ON BABY SABRINA’S DISAPPEARANCE, PLEASE CLICK THE LINKS BELOW.

Where is baby Sabrina?

Sabrina Aisenberg – Unsolved Mysteries Wiki

Photo Gallary & Infomation On The Case – http://www.sptimes.com/News/91099/TampaBay/aisphotos.htm

Kidnapped, murdered — what happened to Sabrina Aisenberg? Her parents say they don’t know, that she was abducted sometime during the night. Some people still don’t believe them. Marlene and Steve Aisenberg speak out in a rare interview about their fight to find their daughter and free themselves from suspicion that won’t go away. – The Aisenberg’s – Transcripts

The aftermath:

Sabrina — Born born June 27, 1997, at St. Joseph’s Women’s Hospital in Tampa. She disappeared Nov. 24, 1997. She was named in memory of her great-grandparents Sylvia and Paul. She had just started to crawl when she disappeared.

Marlene Aisenberg — Born Marlene Sadowsky on Oct. 3, 1962. She is an early childhood education specialist who ran Play Time Pals in Brandon, a program for toddlers and their mothers. She met her future husband during their junior year at the University of Maryland. They moved to Brandon in 1991, following her parents and sister, Elaine.

Steve Aisenberg –– Born Sept. 14, 1963. He was a real estate salesman at M/I Homes in Brandon when Sabrina disappeared. He returned to work six weeks later but said he struggled to focus on work. The Aisenbergs moved to Maryland this summer.

Monica Aisenberg — Sabrina’s sister was 4 when her sister disappeared. Because they looked alike, her parents released a photo of Monica when she was 1-year-old, hoping someone might recognize Sabrina at the same age.

William Aisenberg — Sabrina’s brother was 8 when his sister disappeared. His parents said he had a hard time dealing with his sister’s disappearance.

Barry Cohen — The Aisenbergs’ attorney, one of the most prominent criminal defense lawyers in the Tampa Bay area. Cohen, 60, has been described as a bulldog for his aggressive approach. He graduated from Florida State University in 1962 and got his law degree from Mercer University in 1966. His clients have included former Hillsborough State Attorney E.J. Salcines and William LaTorre, the Pinellas chiropractor acquitted in the deaths of four teenagers in a 1989 boating accident.

Charles Wilson – Today marks the end of Charles Wilson’s five years as U.S. attorney for the Middle District of Florida, which runs from Jacksonville to Fort Myers. Wilson, 44, a former Hillsborough County judge and federal magistrate, will replace retiring Judge Joseph Hatchett on the 11th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals, for whom he worked as a clerk 20 years ago. His office has prosecuted executives of Columbia/HCA Healthcare Corp. and the Rev. Henry J. Lyons.

Unsolved Cold Case - Jimmie Sue Smith - Texas

THE DAY OF THE MURDER
It is 11.30 on the morning of June 23, 1981. The plains of Lubbock, Texas, are already at 104 degrees. Around the world all minds are on a bombing in Iran, while President Ronald Reagan is jousting with their leaders. McEnroe is being fined for his tennis court manners, and it is the last day in the life of 19 year old Jimmie Sue Smith. She is dressed in a yellow top and yellow slacks. The wind is blowing her hair back and frames her face as if to give her Mother one final living glimpse of her.

Nineteen years later, when we interview her mother, she will recall that look. Two hours pass while mother and daughter eat lunch, shop, and finally wave goodbye. In a last-minute attempt to perhaps protect her in some way, her mother asks Jimmie Sue to stay with her and go back with her to work at the church. Jimmie Sue wants to get home and lie in the sun. Sun bathing was a rare pleasure for the girl that held down two jobs and attended Texas Tech University.

Jimmie Sue enters the small bungalow-style house in an area close to the university. She telephones a friend and asks her to come over and lie in the sun with her. It is now 2:30 in the afternoon. The girlfriend arrives at 3:30, but there is no answer at the door. She looks in the window and sees Jimmie’s purse on the bed. She is not in the backyard, so the girl leaves. It is around 3:35 in the afternoon.

To view the composite of the suspect
from 6-23-81 click here

The hammock is hanging loose, and Jimmie Sue’s bathing suit top is lying underneath. The suntan oil is close by with the lid off. A phone sits in the window so she can hear any calls that might come in. On the kitchen counter is a roll of tape and an open Band-Aid box with Band-Aids scattered about. We will later learn that Jimmie Sue has a cut on her elbow. “It felt strange for the door to be locked,” says her mother, who arrived home at five o’clock. There is no sign of a struggle, and in the girls room are her purse, watch and her diamond ring. In the bathroom adjacent to the master bedroom is an un flushed toilet with feces in it but no paper. (We have seen this at crime scenes many times before. Police and profilers all say it is a killer leaving his mark). At the edge of the bed, which is turned back, with the pillow missing, is the bottom to her bathing suit. When her mother picks it up, she notices that it is wet (with urine) and rolled in an unusual manner. She immediately knows something is wrong. On the bed is a pair of Jimmie’s stepfather’s slacks with the belt pulled out and lying on top of them. Her mother thinks this also is unusual. In the walk-in closet is Jimmie Sue’s body, nude, with a necktie around her throat. Her feet and hands are bound with neckties. A pillow is placed over her chest.

The killer had fired a twenty-two pistol six times through a towel and a pillow. The necktie around her throat would indicate a possible strangling but could have been a gag that slipped down. Newspapers all reported that she was strangled, but we can’t be sure of this because the 19-year-old autopsy needs to be located and reviewed. (more…)

Murder Of Elderly Couple Still Unsolved 17 Years Later

This happy, well-loved couple were murdered in their home at 1104 Foster Drive, Conroe, Texas. Conroe is a small community near Houston, where John Marshall Stewart and his wife, Pansy Lucille Stewart moved after Marshall’s retirement from Mobil Oil Corp. Although their bodies were discovered on August 22, 1995, decomposition indicated they had died several days earlier. Both deaths were the result of gunshot wounds. The house had been ransacked, and many items, notably jewelry and guns, had been stolen.

THERE IS A $10,000 REWARD
for information leading to the arrest and indictment of suspects in this case. UNSOLVED CRIMES needs information from anyone who saw suspicious activity in the area, heard anything unusual in the area, or has any information that may be helpful on this case. We also need to hear from anyone who may have seen any of the following stolen items:

Ring Yellow metal/white stone – butterfly design – pinky finger Pendant Yellow metal/ white stone – heart-shape design – stones follow the shape on small thin chain.
Pendant White metal/white stones – designed with a stone in the middle of a cluster of smaller stones on small thin chain.
Necklace Pearl choker
Earrings Yellow metal studs – 3/4 carat white stones
Ring Lady’s white metal dinner ring – oblong in design – 3 large white stones in line, surrounded by smaller white stones.
Ring Lady’s white metal cluster ring – one large white stone surrounded by smaller white stones.
Chain Lady’s yellow metal rope-style chain, diamond-cut, 20 inches long.
Chain Lady’s yellow metal, herringbone style, 18 inches long.
Watch Lady’s yellow metal bracelet style – rectangular dark face possibly Pulsar or Elgin brand
Watch Man’s two-tone yellow and white metal Rolex – band is dark leather, with Rolex emblem on metal clasp.
Ring Man’s yellow metal with one large white stone (CZ)
Ring Man’s white metal, designed from pendant of Mobil Oil emblem of the flying red horse.
Rifle Remington model 742 semi-automatic 30.06 cal with scope.
Pistol 25 cal. semi-automatic, unknown brand
Pistol Ball and cap 44 or 50 cal.
Pistol 40 cal. semi-automatic, possibly a Taurus.

If you have any information that may help us in any way, please fax us at 210-828-4867 or write to us at:

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PMB #144
6338 N. New Braunfels
San Antonio, Texas 78209

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Stephanie Crane, 9, went missing in Challis, Idaho, on Oct. 11, 1993. This age-enhanced photo shows what she may look like today.

Above Composite Sketch Of What Stephanie Might Look Like Today

Below is a school photo taken of Stephanie when she was 9 years of age

Stephanie Crane missing children,Stephanie Crane

Infomation provided below was taken off of America’s Most Wanted Website (amw.com)

On Oct. 11, 1993, Sandy Crane dropped off her 9-year-old daughter, Stephanie, at a bowling alley in Challis, Idaho. The third-grader was going to bowl with friends, then walk directly across the street to the local high school for soccer practice. Sandy gave Stephanie money for a snack, smiled and told her to be home by 5 p.m.

Two hours later, Stephanie had not come home, and Sandy sensed something was wrong. She jumped into her red Ford Bronco and went looking for her daughter. At 8:15 p.m. she walked into the Custer County Sheriff’s Department and reported her daughter missing.

The sheriff’s department immediately organized a search of the area. Officers and volunteers quickly organized and combed the area, searching for Stephanie until 1 a.m. They resumed a mere six hours later with even more volunteers.

“The community really came together; we all put in extra time,” said Linda Dubiel of the Custer County Sheriff’s Department. Members of the volunteer fire department, search and rescue, Idaho State Police, the FBI and search dogs all contributed to the search.

Witnesses spotted Stephanie on the sidewalk of Highway 93 next to the high school. No evidence of a struggle was ever found.

After extensive daily searches for Stephanie, local law enforcement came up with very few clues — it seemed as though the 9-year-old had simply vanished. As the hours ticked away and turned into days, there would be no signs of young Stephanie Crane.

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