Police sketch artist's rendition of a kitteh S.E. Cupp.
Hey fellow crime kittehs,
It's me Det. Kitowicz.
The other day I saw this dumb article on ESPN.com called "If Michael Vick Was White". The gist of the article was that if Vick had been white he would have gotten off easy for his crimes. Wait, Michael Vick is a sociopath and a mass murderer of puppehs and kittehs, he spent less than two years locked up. So how much easier could they have made it for him? Have the judge suck his dick?
Anyway, this silly mouse game of wondering what people would be like if they had been born different got me thinking about S.E. Cupp.
I am so in love with her but she is a human and I am a kitteh, it just isn't meant to be. Bestiality is illegal and crime kittehs don't break the law.
But what if S.E. Cupp was a kitteh?
Would we have the most beautiful wedding ever with a giant mural of a unicorn and Pegasus signing a peace accord? Putting a stop to their endless Pegasus vs. unicorn fighting.
So think about it fellow crime kittehs, imagine how beautiful the world would be if S.E. Cupp was a kitteh, and me and her had the cutest litter of kittehs ever!
Meowy Quinn's life has been nothing but an endless string of tragedies, like a giant ball of sadness yarn tangled up in kitteh claws.
His parents were kidnapped and sold to chefs at a P.F. Chang's within minutes of Quinn being born and he was the only kitteh in a litter of six to not be stillborn.
Later on after graduating police academy Quinn's fiancee Angela was murdered on their honeymoon by a sniper working for Asian crimelord Ching Chong Chung.
Then Quinn's second wife, Meowthryn, kidnapped their daughter, murdered her, and committed suicide without telling anyone where to find the body. He couldn't handle the stress anymore and had to find an easier job. So now Detective Meowy Quinn works for Crime Kittehs as our crime historian, documenting historical crime cases to help lend context to the more recent stuff meow meow!
Wendy Camp: Did her ex-husband Chad "Chazz" Noe murder her?
Hello fellow crime enthusiasts, Sergeant Jane Scratchaway here and, boy, do I have one that’ll get your whiskers in a knot today. Usually when I tell you about a case, I merely present you with the facts, but this one is so confusing and nonsensical that I think it’s prudent to test out a few theories as well. But first, the facts:
Wendy Camp was a mother of two in Shamrock, Oklahoma. She’d had two husbands over the course of her life – the second, Leon Camp, was still happily her husband. But the first, the father of her second child, Chad Noe, had a sordid history with Wendy. The two had been married only weeks before Wendy gave birth to their son Jonathon, but soon after the birth she was hit with a crippling bought of multiple sclerosis that left her in the hospital for an entire year. While hospitalized, Chad decided that it was in his son’s best interest to be raised by one healthy parent and filed for divorce with sole custody. Wendy was too ill at the time to contest the claim.
When Wendy recovered, she remarried to Leon Camp and moved in with her daughter Cynthia. She requested visitation with her son Jonathon, but visitation proved difficult to maintain – Chad would schedule times to meet and refuse to show up. He later moved without contacting her and registered unlisted phone numbers so as not to be contacted.
When Wendy did finally visit with Jonathon, Chad’s mother Beverly Noe claimed she’d witnessed Leon Camp sexually abusing her grandson. Because these claims could not be substantiated, visitation was restored to Wendy, however once again Chad failed to comply.
Finally after six months of not hearing from Chad, Wendy received a call from him out of the blue, claiming that Wendy was allowed visitation for the day. He even offered to send his mother Beverly out to pick her up, seeing as Wendy’s multiple sclerosis had left her unable to drive. Leon Camp felt something was fishy – and not the yummy kind of fishy – about the whole affair and asked his sister Lisa “Renee” Kregear to accompany Wendy on the trip. Wendy’s daughter Cynthia Britto went along too.
For all intents and purposes, the beginning of the day went fine for Wendy and company. She called Leon when she arrived at the designation visitation spot and again when the visitation was complete, promising to be home shortly. She then got into the car with Renee, Cynthia, Beverly, and Beverly’s mother Ida Pruitt. Now here’s where things stop matching up – according to Ida Pruitt, Wendy complained about her lack of visitation the entire ride. Thus, during a bathroom break, Ida requested to be dropped off at home, which Beverly later did. Beverly claims that Wendy’s complaining became so insufferable that she then dropped the three passengers off at a Walmart parking lot forty-five miles from Wendy’s home. Wendy never phoned Leon from the Walmart parking lot, nor was she, Renee, or Cynthia ever seen or heard from again.
Now, here’s the puzzle: let’s say that Wendy was murdered by Beverly and/or Chad. There is circumstantial evidence to suggest this, kittehs, and I would bet my best toy mouse that she was. For one thing, Beverly apparently arranged to meet Chad for dinner two hours after they’d left the visitation, however the drive would have taken three hours on a good day and Beverly took an older, slower route. She also refuses to talk about Wendy’s disappearance publicly, which is surely suspicious. Furthermore, both Beverly and her mother Ida were booked by the FBI for arson, as they had been setting fire to the houses they lived in in order to collect insurance money. One of the two women was also reportedly dating someone in the so-called “Dixie Mafia,” an organized crime ring centered in Oklahoma City, though there is no formal evidence to back this up.
But if they indeed murdered Wendy, Renee and Cynthia, why make it so obvious? Beverly and Ida were the last people to see the three alive – this much is confirmed. They had something of a motive – clearly they did not wish for Wendy to have visitation rights with her son. Most importantly, however, why would they have let Wendy see her son and make two phone calls home before murdering her, especially when their story – that Wendy was dropped off at a Walmart – seems all the more implausible because Wendy did not phone from Walmart. The fact that not only Wendy, but her sister-in-law and innocent six year-old daughter would also be murdered without any sort of dissuasion attempt on the part of the murderers also seems unlikely.
The other option is that the murder was not premeditated, though this makes me wonder if Wendy’s complaining was really awful enough to warrant her death. (I will, however, admit that the yapping from the Jack Russell that lives next door has, at times, made me consider murder, though I’d like to note that I never actually committed it. I’m just saying maybe it isn’t such a stretch, is all.) The big problem here though is that Beverly was alone in the car with the three women when they disappeared, or shortly before. Had she, on her own, killed them without pre-planning, she would then have had to have disposed all three bodies by herself, as Chad was not with her at the time. Perhaps she left the bodies in a temporary location in order to call Chad to come help, but this seems like a gamble. However they disappeared, however, it seems unlikely that Beverly’s story about the Walmart parking lot is accurate – for Wendy, who was completely dependent on Leon, to have missed a call would have meant that as soon as Beverly dropped the three off, they were all immediately abducted. This seems unlikely, to say the least.
Though Ida and Beverly are serving time, somewhere in the state of Oklahoma Chad Noe is roaming free. I even found an update on Chad from a lady on the Unsolved Mysteries board claiming to be Johnathan's aunt: "LOL!!! BUT, when I spoke to Johnathan HE is the one who told me beverly was in jail, and when I asked if chad, his dad, had come to his graduation, he admitted that he hasnt seen chad, in, GET THIS: OVER ten years..... WHAT A FU*KIN loser my poor nephew got as a dad, HUH???? YET< in the UM segement, kiddis, it is question and answer time. WHAT was the reason he claimed he took Johnathan for??? HMMM? Well it is a lie, my PARENTS filed for a divorce for my sister, Ad Lidum, WHILE she was in a coma and my parents found out that he got a 16 year old girl pregnant, IN THE HOSPITAL HALL! He took johnathan, moved out of my parents house when my parents THREW his ass out, and took Johnathan, and apparently dropped him off at GRANDMAS house, only to return, and VISIT, NOT parent.... And after my sister and neice went missing, he saw him ONE TIME!!!! ONCE!!!!!!!!!! What a jerk! I could, and WOULD kill him, if I got the chance....And so would my Mom, Uncle or anyone else in my family. We hate him.."
Keep on your toes, Oklahomans. Not everyone has all nine lives to expend.
Signed,
Sgt. Scratchaway PS If you have an clues please contact the Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation at: 405-848-6724
Not just any kitteh gets the honor of wearing this badge.
Hey fellow crime kittehs,
These are the last of our new deputies for now.
We received this application from Marian:
"How How hates Tumblr. And perverts.
Vince hates Christmas.
Naboo is blind in his right eye. BECAUSE THAT IS THE EYE HE SHOOTS THE LASERS OUT OF.
He is also a drunk.
Deputize them please. They're doing absolutely nothing with their lives. Especially Naboo. He needs something constructive to do.
LOVE,
Marian!
aka
pigeoneyeddevilwoman"
Thanks Marian. How How and Vince will make great new deputies but unfortunately Naboo seems too crazy for us based on his pictures.
Welcome to Crime Kittehs How How. You will be like the cool handsome one here like Johnny Depp on 21 Jump Street.
Welcome Vince. Thanks for not being a criminal.
Sorry Naboo. Unfortunately Crime Kittehs has a no dirtbags policy. Enjoy your beer! :P
I appreciate your love for me and Crime Kittehs but I am a kitteh and you are a girl, bestiality is illegal and we could never get married. Crime Kittehs don't break the law!
But to answer your question, of course I remember the case of missing "Cruise Groom" George Allen Smith IV. It still fluffs my tail up thinking about how lame it was his wife Jennifer settled with the cruise line, effectively shutting down any chance we ever had of solving this thing.
Somebody knows something, big guys like George Allen Smith IV don't just throw themselves off a cruiseship.
Det. Kitowicz here with some new clues I dug up from the litterbox.
A source who refers to herself as "Jo Agnelli" claims that her mother is a psychic medium and also an author. She told Sgt. Scratchaway that her mom was writing a book about Ronald Defeo and the Amityville murders and that she'd been meeting with Defeo upstate. She then claims that Defeo told her mother he knew the serial killer and that it was a guy that was currently in the prison with him but the guy was locked up there for unrelated charges.
She claims that when this guy gets out the killings will start again.
Could this be true, could Ron Defeo know something about the identify of the Long Island serial killer or is this Agnelli girl just some kooky kitteh?
Rest assured Crime Kittehs won't stop scratching around until we pounce on all the clues!
Hey there Crime Kittehs, Dr. Kittehridge here with a gone missing case to feed your need for the weekend.
It all begins with Johnny Gosch on September 5th, 1982.
On a Sunday, a day that should be spent catnapping inside, Johnny went missing from his paper route. He was a mere kitten, twelve years old, earning his own catnip cash when he was mysteriously abducted after picking up his route load from the paper drop for the Des Moines Register. Only after residents in the area called to complain about their lack of newspapurrs did anybody realize that this boy could be missing.
His mother called the police department, later claiming that they leisurely showed up to her home in order to take the report. She publicly denounced them, saying that it took forty-five minutes for them to even show up and that they wouldn’t handle it as a missing persons case until three days had passed.
Police did confirm the kitten as kidnapped and an investigation occurred. A fellow paperboy named Mike claimed to see a vehicle following Johnny, but leads disappeared fast and police couldn’t obtain any evidence that a crime had taken place.
In hopes to gain any national leads, Johnny’s face appeared on the side of milk cartons. Still, nothing.
Noreen Gosch, his mother, hired a private investigator.
Noreen Gosch: Mother or Entrepreneur?
In a fishy tale, the private investigator claims that the little kitteh was taken to a farm in Sioux City, Iowa, where he was drugged, molested and photographed before being thrown into a child prostitution ring. Oh, and that he was then purchased by Michael Aquino, a man deeply affiliated with law enforcement. After this flitting tail, no charges were ever filed.
Let's be frank: Is there a motherfucking child sex ring going on in America?!
Noreen Gosch has since written three books about her son’s abduction as well as appeared on over fifty television programs.
Noreen Gosch: Mother or freaky sleazebag? You decide fellow crime kittehs!
If you ask me, I’d bet my founder on it that the mother had something to do with this “gone missing” kitteh.
Noreen Gosch claims that her kitteh once showed up at her doorstep in March of 1997 to quickly say meow and assure her that he was now safe and in hiding. There is no proof of this.
Noreen Gosch also claims that after twenty four years of him missing (postdating his visit to her), she was mailed photographs of her son in questionable positions. This was proven false. The photographs were taken in Florida before her son went missing, showing three boys having a contest involving who could escape the fastest.
On her website, she claims that she is no longer actively looking for her son. What type of feline could say that? It seems to my kitteh brain that she only wants publicity.
Johnny Gosch officially remains missing to this day…
OMFG I so want to marry this lady!!! She is a crime kitteh's wet dream.
Beth Holloway rules!
She hosts one of the best true crime shows ever, she never backed down from the Aruban authorities when they mishandled her daughter's case, she never let herself be intimidated by all those stupid shitty assholes that were badmouthing her daughter or making a spectacle of her.
She has devoted her life to helping other like her and raising awareness of the evil in this world. She is also a stone cold fox.
For all these reasons and more Beth Holloway is the first ever official Crime Kittehs Crush!!!
Crime Kittehs Mobile Investigation Unit: Always parked behind Applebee's for maximum surveillance optimization!
Hey fellow crime kittehs,
It's Det. Kitowicz here with a very special message (so special that I am actually reporting to you from the laptop we installed inside the Crime Kittehs mobile investigation van while parked behind Applebee's).
For crime kittehs Unsolved Mysteries is like catnip times eleventy-seven. It's the best thing ever pretty much but only when the mystery segments are introduced by the proper host.
Robert Stack had the perfect mix of spookiness and authority which led to Unsolved Mysteries becoming a cult classic for true crime kittehs but now Robert Stack has been dead over a decade and the new host, Dennis Farina, couldn't even spook a plastic bag if he popped out of that plastic bag's kitchen pantry in the middle of the night wearing a Wes Bentley mask.
What I'm saying is that we need an Unsolved Mysteries host that can not only fill Robert Stack's shoes but blow those shoes away by being even spookier.
I have used all my kitteh detective skills to track down the perfect suspect:
Desmond Harrington, Dexter's Joey Quinn:
He is on the phone telling his mom, "I was born to host Unsolved Mysteries."
You know Desmond Harrington would rule as the new UM host! Please please please make Spike TV aware of this fact.
Go on Twitter and annoy :
@SPIKE_TV
Do not lay off until them make Desmond Harrington the new host of Unsolved Mysteries!!!
It's the nature of true crime that I will hardly ever be bringing you any good news on here unless some crazy killer gets captured or taken down by the cops.
I'm afraid today's news is especially bad, especially spooky too!
Somebody dropped this greasy Betamax tape covered with Tang powder in the Crime Kittehs mailbox last night:
Detective Meowahan's worst enemy, the demented killer Crazington McGee has escaped from prison and apparently he has teamed up with my worst enemy Jo-Jo Jenkins!
Meowahan isn't going to like this, and last time Meowahan didn't like something a lot of crazy ex-convicts started showing up dead.
Just sayin'.
Signed,
Det. Kitowicz
P.S.
It's "crime" kittehs not crazy kittehs. Not every kitteh is crazy like you Crazington McGee!
It's me Detective Kitowicz. I just received a creepy video from this girl who refers to herself as Sarah the Kitteh Girl. Apparently she is in love with me.
Hasn't she ever heard about bestiality being illegal in this state?
Anyway, let's just hope this is a passing thing with her and doesn't blow up into a full-blown case of kitteh stalking.
I don't want to end up the kitteh cop's answer to Rebecca Schaeffer.
Please check out this video here, be on the lookout and lock your kittehs up safe!
P.S. To answer your question Sarah: No this kitteh does not believe that Cindy James was murdered. She suffered from a hysterical personality disorder. She staged her suicide to look like a murder.
When reading cases you often come across stories about polygraph tests and how they helped clear some suspect or cast suspicion on some chappy innocent kitteh. Like that old Angela Hammond case on Unsolved Mysteries, Robert Stack says the boyfriend Rob was under suspicion until he passed a polygraph with flying colors. Even though at first they didn't believe his story about Angela being dragged from a phone booth while he was on the phone with her. Do you believe Rob?
How in the name of Fancy Feast is a device with fifty percent accuracy going to clear things up though? And that's exactly what a polygraph is, it has the same credibility as a coin toss or rock, paper, kitteh litter. Using a polygraph to clear Rob is like me flipping a quarter to see if Meowahan came to work high on catnip or not. And he is, one hundred percent of the time, it helps Meowahan deal with his depression, loneliness, and impotence.
You know this about Harry Meowahan.
You are the kitteh detective who sits in the corner reading Jay McInerney novels. You are Detective Kitowicz. You are handsome and all the kittehs love you.
You are telling the truth.
You give yourself a polygraph test, hook the wire things up to your arm.
"Do you still cry when you think about Kittehthryn?"
Kittehthryn is your wife. You never got used to calling her ex, not even after five years. You don't want to talk about her.
"Answer me," you tell yourself, "do you still love Kittehthryn?"
You say no.
The red lightbulb nose on the polygraph machine's face glows red and buzzes, buzzes louder than your doorbell when death came ringing that morning.
The polygraph device itself is in the shape of Kittehthryn's body. Her legs shaped perfectly as if they belonged to some marble chair designed by some kind of chair genius.
The needle runs along the borders of the open wounds, the rims of holes cut out of a plastic model of Kittehthryn's body in order to expose her organs, if the needle slips and falls into the hole, her organs will fail all at once, and even though she's plastic and scale-sized Kittehthryn will die all over again. As long as you don't lie the needle will stay on its course. You can save her.
"Stop lying to yourself detective Kitowicz," you tell yourself.
Today has started out a little rough; got a little too involved with the catnip last night, and woke up this morning with a pounding headache and a mouthful of fur that tasted like Scratchaway. I don’t remember a thing, and I’m sure she’ll deny seeing me. I haven’t felt this bad since my days on the road with Bon Jovi. I acted as security for those long-haired punks during the 90’s.
Helped that I was suspended every time Bon Jovi seemed to hit the road, and the money was good, as was the nip. I didn’t really care for their music, but there was one song I liked; August 7, 4:15.
For those who don’t know, that song was about a 6 year old kid named Katherine Korzilius, a gifted little thing that could wail on the piano. Her dad, Paul, was the road manager for Bon Jovi, and they seemed like a real nice little family.
Tragic Kitteh: Katherine Korzilius
In April of 96, Katherine was out shopping for a birthday gift for her dad, and on the way home with her mom, Nancy, they stopped off at the community mail boxes, a task that little Katherine loved to perform. After picking up the mail, she asked her mom for permission to walk home and, given that she had done so before, Nancy agreed.
The Korzilius home was located in the center of Elder Circle, and the house could be reached by travelling in either direction on the main road. Nancy went one way, Katherine the other.
When she didn’t make it home, her brother Brian went to look for her with no luck, and eventually she was found on another lot, alive, but only just.
She soon succumbed to her injuries and authorities initially believed that she may have been dragged by the family car. An autopsy ruled out that idea, and it’s now believed she may have been abducted and thrown from a vehicle.
The thought of that makes me feel even sicker than I do already. I don’t understand what sort of punk could willfully hurt a kid. Katherine had a happy life taken away from her for a reason we may never find out, but at least her memory will live on through that song.
Uh uh kittehs! It's Jo-Jo Jenkins, one of Crime Kittehs' worst enemehs!!!
Hey Crime Kittehs!
Detective Kitowicz here, I came into Crime Kittehs headquarters this morning to find a package slipped under the door, a package from none other than used car salesman and wannabe crime solver Jo-Jo Jenkins, owner of Primetime Crimetime, the lamest crime blog ever.
Jo-Jo Jenkins is the ringleader of a loosely organized gallery of rogue crime bloggers who aim to take me and Detective Meowahan down.
I am sure we will be receiving more of these spooky videos from our enemies in the future but rest assured Crime Kittehs will never back down!
Ted Bundy was known for being handsome and charming, he was known this way mainly by his BFF Ann Rule, and she wrote a whole bestselling book that went on and on about how handsome he was. Yeah Ann Rule, whatever, if your idea of handsome is short and creepy and dressed up in crappy sweaters. :P
4. Andrew Cunanan:
Totally the most "whatevs" serial killer ever. The less said about Cunanan the better.
3. "The Real Killers":
These two shady little puppehs slashed Nicole Brown-Simpson and Ron Goldman to death with razor knives and framed superstar football player O.J. Simpson up for the crime. The Real Killers are cowards and Crime Kittehs is calling them out. Show yourselves!
2. Jersey "Ocean Maniac" Maneater:
Ocean creatures belong in my belleh not on a most wanted list! Silly shark!
1. The Route 29 Stalker:
Police sketch of suspected "Route 29 Stalker".
You suck! Why did you kill Alicia Reynolds? She was in her fourth year at graduate school and making something of herself, you sick bastard!!!
Greetings and meow, my fellow sleuthing enthusiasts, this is Sergeant Scratchaway reporting for – ooh – bug!
Ahem. Sorry about that. When bugs crawl around, I pretty much have to chase them. I can’t help myself. Same thing with cold cases – they turn up, and I gotta look at them, and see what happened.
I was gnawing on a shoelace the other day when I remembered an old serial killer case, out of Texarkana, back sometime in the ‘40s. Folks around there were pretty terrified, and the killer, a white-hood-with-eyeholes-cut-out type of number; well he predated good old Jason and Freddy by several decades, my pretties.
Purrhaps I will relate it to you. It might put you off your kibble for a while though, so beware. It started with a couple, Jimmy Hollis, age 24, and Mary Jeanne Larey, age 19. They were enjoying a quiet evening, when out of the blue they were assaulted from behind, and taken out with some sort of blunt force trauma to their noggins.
They both managed to survive, though poor Mary Jeanne was sexually assaulted with the perpetrator’s pistol. Thankfully, it seems that the bad guy was scared off when a pair of headlights swung around, and both kids were able to run off and get help.
And so began the case of the Texarkana Moonlight Murders, and the Phantom Slayer. There were several instances after this one, which sadly did end in murder. Richard Griffin and Polly Ann Moore were slain on a rural road – both receiving shots to the back of the head.
There were some who said that the Phantom Killer struck only on the night of a full moon, but that, my friends, is apocryphal. Only those silly dogs howl at the moon, you know.
After a few more killings, people were getting really scared. There was one suspect, a car thief by the name of Youell Swinney, who also had a pretty long rap sheet for burglaries and other crimes. His wife ratted him out, claiming that he was "the Phantom Killer".
But good old Mrs. Swinney’s story kept changing, and there was no chance it would have held up in court. I think purrhaps she had other motives in mind.
Youell Swinney was eventually convicted on his other crimes and ended up getting a life sentence; though he was released many years later sue to a technicality.
The killings stopped after a while, and there were no new suspects. Things died down, but there is a strange little postscript to this story. Many of the victims’ living relatives received calls from a woman claiming to be the daughter of the killer. She apologized to them for the pain that her father had caused. This was strange because Swinney had no daughter.
Hi I'm Sgt. Jane Scratchaway and I hope you aren't alone because I am going to tell you about some of the spookiest cases I have ever encountered.
Often I do undercover work, collecting evidence that would otherwise go unnoticed by human detectives. A sock, a piece of string, a bottle cap, or other things that often go ignored by conventional investigators can give us cats great leads in solving crimes.
Today I found myself restless between naps, and thinking about an old case that always left a hairball in my throat. So, I headed down to the Betamax archives to revisit the case of Angie Hammond - a sweet girl gone missing.
Angela Hammond went missing from Clinton, MO in 1991 and the last contact she had with anyone was her boyfriend Rob.
I submit the following archive clip for your viewing before I give you my theory:
Everybody got that? Good. Now, I know we are far more wary of strangers now than we were twenty years ago, but if you sense danger, even if you're down to your last dime and on a pay phone - if there's a threat, you get out of where you are.
The phone booth as it stood in 1991 (it has since been replaced by a lamppost).
Angie could have called her boyfriend collect from another phone, in a safer location. But I'm not putting the blame on this poor girl. Her only fault, in this cat's opinion, was in trusting Rob.
Rob kept Angie on the phone long enough for this "stranger" to pull up next to Angie and kidnap her. Angie was able to describe where she was, what the guy's truck looked like, and what he was wearing, before he grabbed her.
My theory? Rob staged this. He had Angie give him the details not out of concern, but to make sure this large guy actually got her. I think maybe Rob hired someone to kidnap Angie, had her tell him these things to make sure the guy actually followed through with his part of the deal, and then drove to "find her" to make sure the job was done.
There was ample time for Rob to notify the police.
The only question that keeps me awake for minutes at a time - the one thing that leaves a funny taste in my Fancy Feast, is why?
A little known fact: Angela was four months pregnant (and not by Rob) when she was abducted. Maybe it was an early "family values" agenda, or the network didn't see this as an issue for their prime time viewing audience, but someone over at the network omitted this in the retelling of the case. Whatever the reason, this is something that makes this story a little more than a simple snatch and grab.
The whole reason for Rob continuing his relationship was that he (at least overtly) wanted to "do the right thing," even though he wasn't the father.
I'm not saying Rob had a hand in this kidnapping. I'm just saying that the prospect of raising a child that wasn't his may have put too much stress on Rob, and maybe he wasn't thinking straight at the time - be it keeping Angela on the phone while she was abducted, to perhaps setting the whole scenario in motion at a much earlier point.
If you have a better theory I’d be glad to hear it.
Earlier today Detective Meowahan posted his theory on the so-called Smiley Face Killers.
I managed to dig up these old clips in the Betamax archive and transferred them manually to my Tandy home computer. I hope they will shed a bit more light on this bullshit "theory" by two bullshit "detectives":
Missing anchorwoman Jodi Huisentruit. Who took her?
As most people know us cats do all our home viewing on Betamax tape, it's the format we prefer.
I thought that it would help supplement some of our case studies on here by digging into the Betamax vaults and finding related clips.
Mind you, I manually transfer each of these clips from Betamax tape onto my Amiga computer.
For our first piece of footage I bring you the story of Jodi Huisentruit, these were originally aired on Unsolved Mysteries soon after her disappearance in 1995.
I am currently preparing a review of "Dead Air: The Disappearance of Jodi Huisentruit" by Beth Bednar and one of my officers, Sgt. Jane Scratchaway is working on her own study of the Huisentruit case which I will be posting up here in due time.
Anyway, take a look at the clips and if you have kids be careful, this is some pretty spooky shit:
