By Robert Keppel
The genuine tale of the 5 yr collaboration among Robert D Keppel, the executive felony Investigator for the Washington kingdom lawyer basic, and serial killer Ted Bundy, who joined forces to attempt and song down a a number of assassin referred to as the fairway River Killer.
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Three prominent authors are worthy of note for their inspiration: Steve Michaud, co-author with Hugh Aynesworth of The Only Living Witness and Ted Bundy: Conversations with a Killer, has given valuable consultation about his experiences with interviewing Ted Bundy in the months before Bundy’s execution and has encouraged me on numerous occasions to write this book. Ann Rule, author of The Stranger Beside Me and true friend of law enforcement, has written numerous articles about my cases for detective magazines early in her career.
It was just before dawn, and the silence on the hillside was ominous. No birds were chirping, no animal paws were crunching the underbrush, and no insects were buzzing. It was desolate and lonely, as if all living things had abandoned the hillside, leaving nothing but the physical signs of death and decomposition. Miles away at King County police headquarters, someone keyed a mike, and the sudden burst of static over my police radio interrupted my thoughts. Dispatch ordered me to go to landline—the nearest telephone—for important information.
The fact that we found no clothing remnants on the remains was evidence that the killer did not want his victims found with their own clothing, which might contain trace evidence that could be linked to him. He must therefore know how police collected evidence and developed theories of the crime from the remains at the crime scene. The killer probably saw for himself the results of predators scavenging human remains, since one body was there for over a month before the other two were discarded.