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Robin Doan photographed March 12, 2014, near Palo Duro Canyon. Photo: DARREN BRAUN.

Robin Doan photographed March 12, 2014, near Palo Duro Canyon. Photo: DARREN BRAUN.

 The Girl Who Saw Too Much

Texas family is gunned down in a deadly home invasion — but the shooter unknowingly leaves behind a witness.

In the fall of 2005, a young Missouri man, 23-year-old Levi King, went on a vicious and inexplicable 24-hour killing spree, first shooting an elderly man and his daughter-in-law in the rural community of Pineville, Missouri, then stealing their truck and driving to Texas, where he randomly stopped at a darkened farm house on the outskirts of the small Panhandle town of Pampa.

Dressed completely in black and toting an AK-47, King broke through the back door and immediately went to the master bedroom. He first put three bullets into the body of the home’s owner, 31-year-old Brian Conrad. He next fired two shots into Molly, the family’s dog. Then he turned his gun on Conrad’s 35-year-old pregnant wife, Michell, who was screaming. He shot her five times.

Michell’s ten-year-old daughter from a previous marriage, Robin Doan, was at the end of the hallway, crouched by her bedroom door, which was partially open. She saw King walk out of her mother and stepfather’s bedroom and head her way. She ran back to her bed and pulled the covers over her head. He stepped into her bedroom, aimed his gun at her, and pulled the trigger. The shot went wide, hitting a pillow, but Robin made a grunting noise and fell to the floor, pretending she was dead. King fell for her act. He turned around, walked into a third bedroom, and shot Robin’s fourteen-year-old brother, Zach. King then walked into the kitchen and rummaged around for food before driving away.

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There is honour in helping the police keep us all safe

Kerry McIvor muses:

Nosiness gets a bad rap.

Think of nosy neighbours. Who wants them peering out through their net curtains, observing your comings and goings and counting the gentlemen callers? Tutting at the time you pulled up in a taxi, hissing through their teeth in horrified delight as you staggered up the path and fumbled for the door key?

Nosiness implies disapproval and judgment and censure.

And yet that’s not always the case. I loved hearing this week about the case up north of the locals who helped police uncover New Zealand’s biggest methamphetamine haul.

The alleged crims were busted when locals reported suspicious vehicles in the area and people trying to launch boats off the Far North’s west coast. A low-flying aircraft added to the mystery.

Some locals were offered suspiciously large sums of money to help strangers get their boats into the water and knew something wasn’t kosher.

So they took down registration numbers, memorised faces and called police – and New Zealand’s largest drugs bust came down to good old-fashioned neighbourliness.

It reminded me of the Rainbow Warrior bombing more than 30 years ago.

I once viewed a couple of guys sitting in a car in the street not doing anything at all for quite some time. I simply walked out, took a photo of them and the licence plate, and walked back in as they drove past cursing at me. We all know the rhythms of the places we live, and when something is different.  Read more »

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Fifty-two-year-old Richard Beasley and his protegé, 16-year-old Brogan Rafferty were charged with using Craigslist to lure men with false job postings. The men, all of which were single and without families, would respond to the ad that claimed they would also have room and board while working on a cattle farm that didn't exist. One victim, who was shot in the elbow, was able to run away to safety, but when police responded they found three other bodies at the scene in shallow graves.

Fifty-two-year-old Richard Beasley and his protegé, 16-year-old Brogan Rafferty, were charged with using Craigslist to lure men with false job postings. The men, all of whom were single and without families, would respond to the ad that claimed they would also have room and board while working on a cattle farm that didn’t exist. One victim, who was shot in the elbow, was able to run away to safety, but when police responded they found three other bodies at the scene in shallow graves.

Murder by Craigslist

Most people go to Craigslist to find apartments, job openings, and cheap furniture, while others use the popular classified advertising website to do their dirty work. In recent years, Craigslist has become a hotbed for predators and scam artists looking to take advantage of unsuspecting victims. What’s worse is no Craigslist section is safe from criminals. Whether you’re browsing the personals, for sale, or jobs section, you never really know who’s on the other end and what kind of danger you might be in.

The preacher placed the ad:

Wanted: Caretaker For Farm. Simply watch over a 688 acre patch of hilly farmland and feed a few cows, you get 300 a week and a nice 2 bedroom trailer, someone older and single preferred but will consider all, relocation a must, you must have a clean record and be trustworthy—this is a permanent position, the farm is used mainly as a hunting preserve, is overrun with game, has a stocked 3 acre pond, but some beef cattle will be kept, nearest neighbour is a mile away, the place is secluded and beautiful, it will be a real get away for the right person, job of a lifetime—if you are ready to relocate please contact asap, position will not stay open.

More than a hundred men applied; four were hired. The preacher and his “nephew” offered each a ride down to the farm. The men never knew what was going on—what bizarre scheme they’d stumbled upon. What happened next was almost too terrible to believe.

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Molly LaRue and Geoff Hood in Duncannon, Pennsylvania, on September 12, 1990, with Cove Mountain in the background. Photo: Courtesy of Bob Howell

Molly LaRue and Geoff Hood in Duncannon, Pennsylvania, on September 12, 1990, with Cove Mountain in the background. Photo: Courtesy of Bob Howell

Murder on the Appalachian Trail

Twenty-six years ago, a grisly double homicide on America’s most famous hiking route shocked the nation and forever changed their ideas about crime, violence, and safety in the outdoors.

They were known to hikers as Nalgene and Cleavis.

They were two young lovers engaged to be married who were sharing an adventure down the Appalachian Trail until they crossed paths with Paul David Crews.

Molly LaRue and Geoffrey Logan Hood had camped for the night in a wooden lean-to known as the Thelma Marks Shelter a few miles outside Duncannon. The three-sided structure was nestled among birch, poplar and oak trees on the south side of Cove Mountain about 30 feet below the trail that runs from Maine to Georgia.

“They were caught off-guard and somebody attacked them … sometime before dawn,” Perry County Coroner Michael Shalonis told reporters after the bodies were found on Sept. 13, 1990.

 It is a quiet, restorative place, this clearing high on a Pennsylvania ridge. Ferns and wildflowers carpet its floor. Sassafras and tulip trees, tall oak and hickory stand tight at its sides, their leaves hissing in breezes that sweep from the valley below. Cloistered from civilization by a steep 900-foot climb over loose and jutting rock, the glade goes unseen by most everyone but a straggle of hikers on the Appalachian Trail, the 2,180-mile footpath carved into the roofs of 14 eastern states.

Those travellers have rested here for more than half a century. At the clearing’s edge stands an open-faced shelter of heavy timber, one of 260 huts built roughly a day’s walk apart on the AT’s wriggling, roller-coaster course from Maine to Georgia. It’s tall and airy and skylit, with a deep porch, two tiers of wooden bunks, and a picnic table.

A few feet away stood the ancient log lean-to it replaced. When I visited this past spring, saplings and tangled brier so colonized the old shelter’s footprint that I might have missed it, had I not slept there myself. Twenty-six summers ago, I pulled into what was called the Thelma Marks shelter, near the halfway point of a southbound through-hike. I met a stranger in the old lean-to, talked with him under its low roof as we fired up our stoves and cooked dinner.

Eight nights later, a southbound couple I’d befriended early in my hike followed me into Thelma Marks. They met a stranger there, too.

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V0026226 Hawley Harvey Crippen and Ethel Le Neve. Photograph by Arthu Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images images@wellcome.ac.uk http://wellcomeimages.org Hawley Harvey Crippen and Ethel Le Neve. Photograph by Arthur Bennett, 1910. Published: - Copyrighted work available under Creative Commons Attribution only licence CC BY 4.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images. Hawley Harvey Crippen and Ethel Le Neve. Photograph by Arthur Bennett, 1910.

The Dr. Hawley Harvey Crippen Case

Back in the Edwardian era, the frenzied search for a fugitive went a little differently. Take the case of Dr. Hawley Harvey Crippen, whose brazen escape in the wake of a murder accusation prompted a thrilling transatlantic police chase and capture on the high seas. It was the world’s first case of arrest-by-wireless-telegraph, and, though the technology worked a little slower, was no less enthralling for police, the media, and members of the public who followed along.

July 15- 30, 1910: Murder-suspense stories don’t get much better than that of Dr. Hawley H. Crippen, an American  living in London who ran off with his secretary after killing his wife and burying her body in the cellar in a particularly gruesome fashion – original newspaper accounts said that most of her bones were missing.

Here’s a thumbnail of the sensational case: Crippen, who lived with his family in California as a young man, led a fairly nomadic life in the medical profession, spending time in Los Angeles, San Diego, Salt Lake City, Brooklyn, N.Y., Philadelphia and Toronto.

Somewhere in his wanderings, he met vaudeville actress Belle Elmore, known “for her good looks and laughing disposition,” who was born Kunigunde Makomarkski and used the names Cora and Corrine Turner, according to Elmore’s sister.

The Crippens went to England and since 1908 had lived at 39 Hilldrop Crescent, North London. Dr. Crippen was involved in a rather mysterious business that kept him away from home and he became involved with his secretary, Ethel Clara Le Neve, whose name was spelled many ways in the old newspapers.

In April 1910, Dr. Crippen wrote to a letter to his in-laws, saying that his wife had died in California during a sudden, unexpected trip to arrange an inheritance of some property. Another of Dr. Crippen’s letters, advising a theatrical guild of his wife’s death, aroused suspicions because he misspelled her last name as Ellmore instead of Elmore and guild officials contacted investigators.

Dr. Crippen disappeared after an initial police interview and investigators thoroughly searched the house, discovering a mutilated body covered with quicklime in the cellar. Police began hunting Dr. Crippen and Le Neve, receiving many clues before determining that they were on a ship headed for America.

Newspaper readers were tantalized by a race across the Atlantic between the ship carrying the fugitive couple and Inspector Walter Dew of Scotland Yard. On July 29, 1910, Dew arrived in Father Point, Quebec, to intercept the ship carrying the fugitives.

The Times published an interview with Crippen’s father, M.A. Crippen, who was living at the Veranda Apartments, 3rd and Flower streets in Los Angeles. The Times also tried to interview Crippen’s son Hawley, who was staying with in-laws at 1612 Holmby Ave.

Sitting in front of the home and armed with a Winchester rifle, Hawley Crippen’s father-in-law, J.C. Herwick, said: “No, sir, my son hain’t heerd a word about his pa, ner he ain’t goin’ to be pestered by no reporters. I don’t read the dirty sheets, ner he ain’t goin’ to talk with any of ther dirty newsgetters, so you kin just dust yourself right along or you’ll get into trouble,” according to The Times.

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Adult crimes should have adult consequences

The liberal hand-wringers and crim-huggers are at it again, this time wanting 17 year old criminals to be treated lightly by courts.

Child and youth workers are pleading with the Government to change the way 17-year-olds are treated in our justice system.

At the moment they are dealt with alongside serious adult offenders, but experts claim that’s unfair and unreasonable, and they’re pushing for them to get another year’s grace in the Youth Court.

When a hooded robber points a gun at your face, how old they are makes no difference to the terror you feel. But if that robber is still legally a child, then there’s a huge difference to how they’re punished.

Sixteen-year-olds will be dealt with by the Youth Court and spared adult prison.

“If you’re 17 — you’re wearing a school uniform, full-time education — and you commit an offence, you can end up in the District Court or you can end up in prison,” says Victoria University’s Dr Nessa Lynch.

With serious offending, such as murder, that punishment may be fair. But Dr Lynch and JustSpeak’s Dr Katie Bruce believe in many other cases that course of action is unjust.

“I think 17-year-olds do know the difference between right and wrong, but what’s really interesting is that brain science is showing now that actually your frontal cortex isn’t fully developed until you’re around 25,” says Dr Bruce.

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The Irish Independent ran a defiant front page on the 12 February, 2016, responding to threats on its journalists who are being targeted by organized gangs. The headline reads: ‘Why We Won’t be Intimidated’ and features a photo of Sunday Independent reporter, Veronica Guerin, who was gunned down in 1996 by a Dublin crime gang for writing a number of stories on their crimes.

The Irish Independent ran a defiant front page on the 12 February, 2016, responding to threats on its journalists who are being targeted by organized gangs. The headline reads: ‘Why We Won’t be Intimidated’ and features a photo of Sunday Independent reporter, Veronica Guerin, who was gunned down in 1996 by a Dublin crime gang for writing a number of stories on their crimes.

 A Journalist’s Risks

Dying to Tell a Story

 The Veronica Guerin Story

When Veronica Guerin was murdered in June 1996, she was not only the most famous journalist in Ireland; she was something of a national heroine. Her exposes on the criminal underworld in Dublin and the violent rise of powerful drug dealers captured the nation’s attention. Her murder touched off the largest criminal investigation in Irish history. Moreover, her death transformed the country in ways few could have expected.

Veronica “Ronnie” Guerin was born in Dublin, Ireland on July 5, 1959. On June 26, 1996 Guerin became the twenty-fourth journalist to be killed for her writings to the public. She was a journalist working for the Sunday Independent when she was assassinated by Irish drug dealers while sitting in her car at an intersection on the Naas dual carriageway.

What made her stand up and decide that enough was enough, that something had to be said about the drugs in Dublin when no one else would? It was as simple as seeing what needed to be changed in her city. She didn’t have illustrious beginnings, one that would fuel her passion for journalism and for bringing the truth to light. She was born to a large family and grew up in North Dublin. She was educated by nuns in Killester and attended Trinity College where she developed a strong interest in politics. She studied accountancy at the college, before joining her father’s accountancy firm; she would later bring this experience into her investigations on fraud. After leaving her accountancy job, she started her own public relations firm before joining the Sunday Business Post.

But it was at the Sunday Tribune that her reputation began to grow as an investigative journalist when she got the first interview with Bishop Eamon Casey. He had fled to Ecuador when his affair and his son were revealed to the world in a book.

In 1994 she joined the Sunday Independent, where she began publishing the interviews with members of the Irish underworld that led to her death. Ironically, she was assassinated two days before she was supposed to speak at a conference in London on “Dying to Tell a Story: Journalists at Risk.” Guerin had her own style of writing that set her apart from other journalists. Her editor at the Sunday Independent, Willie Kealy, believes she provided a different voice than those that were present in Irish journalism at the time, someone who was unafraid to break out of the mould.

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Government: protect shopkeepers or let them shoot in defence without any repercussions

We need castle laws in New Zealand, particularly for people in high-risk occupations.

A community of south Auckland shop owners is calling on the Government to crack down on youth offending. They want harsher penalties to deter young criminals in what is causing shop workers to live in constant fear.

CCTV footage shows another shop robbery committed by teens aged 14 and 15.

“So frightening and my mind just froze at that time,” says store owner and victim Anna Zheng.

This time, it was a central Auckland liquor store where bottles of whiskey, the whole cash register and more than 60 packets of cigarettes were brazenly stolen.   Read more »

Finally, a Labour MP who gets it on crime

stuart nash

Stuart Nash has a ripper of a comment on Facebook today about the creep up north who raped a three year old:

Minimum non-parole five years? Why should this monster ever get out? This three year old has a life sentence – and gonorrhea (heaven forbid) – and this arsehole could be out in five. The sentencing judge said that “As rapes go, this is one of the most serious I have ever seen”. So give him life!!

I have ZERO tolerance for this sort of offending against children, and i think society has had enough. As I have said in the past, you kill or rape a child, you have fundamentally broken that basic contract that exists between society, communities and citizens. Enough is enough.

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Scumbag window washer intimidating drivers

The NZ Herald is reporting more troubles with window washer scumbags:

Police are now warning motorists not to pay window washers and to stay in their vehicles if approached.

Why aren’t the police warning windscreen washers they’ll be systematically rounded up and run out of town?

Why isn’t the council dealing with it as well. They are unlicensed hawkers.   Read more »

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