Speaker 1: The following podcast contains explicit descriptions of violence, including sexual violence,
Speaker 1: that some listeners may find upsetting. Continue at your own risk.
Speaker 2: Nine one more.
Speaker 3: What's your emergency? No One just tried to kidnap me?
Speaker 3: He said he was gonna kill me. Are you in
Speaker 3: danger right now?
Speaker 1: I don't, I don't know.
Speaker 3: I don't even know where I am. Where the fucking
Speaker 3: am I?
Speaker 4: I'm at the Quick Film station at the five.
Speaker 3: North on ramp outside Domino Beach.
Speaker 4: Just off, just just off Pickford, Yeah, pick Pickford.
Speaker 1: Please?
Speaker 4: Hi, I don't know you might be coming back.
Speaker 1: Can I have your name, ma'am? Angela, Angela Power. It
Speaker 1: was just after midnight on November nineteenth, nineteen ninety four,
Speaker 1: when nine to one one received an emergency call from
Speaker 1: twenty two year old Domino Beach resident Angela Bowers. It
Speaker 1: was a bad month for serial killers. In ten days,
Speaker 1: notorious Milwaukee cannibal Jeffrey Dahmer would be beaten to death
Speaker 1: in prison by another inmate, and closer to home, the
Speaker 1: Domino Beach killer had finally made a critical mistake. I'm
Speaker 1: Courtney Barnes and this is the Murder Years, Episode four Loser.
Speaker 1: It had been two months since registered sex offender Stan
Speaker 1: Major has committed suicide and taken the blame for four
Speaker 1: of the five murders that happened in Domino Beach over
Speaker 1: the past two years. Here's retired Del Soul County Sheriff
Speaker 1: Damon Stokes.
Speaker 5: The cases may have been officially close to satisfy the
Speaker 5: city council, but I was still working on I told
Speaker 5: you I never believe Majors killed those spring breakers, not
Speaker 5: for one second.
Speaker 1: And Stokes wasn't the only one with doubts. This is
Speaker 1: Domino Beach resident Maya Morales, who you've heard from in
Speaker 1: our previous episodes. Did I feel safe? Of course, not
Speaker 1: not really, But.
Speaker 2: I mean, what was I supposed to do? Lock myself
Speaker 2: in my bedroom? I still had to go to work,
Speaker 2: still had to live my life.
Speaker 1: Did you believe Stan Majors committed any of the murders.
Speaker 1: I don't know.
Speaker 2: I mean, I guess not to be honest, I didn't
Speaker 2: really have an opinion. But Connor, sure as hell did.
Speaker 2: Things between me and him weren't so good at the time,
Speaker 2: but he would tell anyone who would listen about how
Speaker 2: this was awesome scam his dad was running. Seriously, he
Speaker 2: signed a paranoid as hell. He was convinced it was
Speaker 2: some great bit conspiracy.
Speaker 1: Or whatever Maya's talking about. Connor Langford, son of city
Speaker 1: councilman Greg Langford. Connor's relationship status with Maya had fallen
Speaker 1: into its complicated territory by late nineteen ninety four.
Speaker 6: Yeah, Maya and I were kind of growing apart. Well,
Speaker 6: I think it was more of a thing like she
Speaker 6: was growing and I was staying the same. No, that's
Speaker 6: not true. The truth is I was starting to use
Speaker 6: drugs pretty heavily at that time, and boom, I wasn't.
Speaker 1: Myself what kind of drugs whatever.
Speaker 6: I could find. I mean, I'd always been a pothead
Speaker 6: and i'd like to drop, I said, every once in
Speaker 6: a while, I'd occasionally do some party drugs like cocaine,
Speaker 6: ecstasy or molly or whatever the fuck they call it now.
Speaker 1: But this is the time when you had started experimenting
Speaker 1: with harder drugs too, isn't that right?
Speaker 6: Yeah, I'd tried heroin a couple times, but I wasn't
Speaker 6: in it, if you know what I mean. Not then Anyway,
Speaker 6: The point is I was driving my way not just
Speaker 6: because of my drug use, but because I was always
Speaker 6: bitching about my dad.
Speaker 1: So Maya said, you might have believed your father was
Speaker 1: involved in, or maybe directing some sort of conspiracy.
Speaker 6: I'm sure I sounded crazy to her, but I wasn't wrong.
Speaker 6: My dad knew that sex offender dude was not the killer,
Speaker 6: but the dumbfuck shot himself, and it's not like there
Speaker 6: was anyone else to speak out in his defense. You know,
Speaker 6: my dad just wanted Domino Beach to go back to
Speaker 6: being known as a nice, pretty little vacation destination. It
Speaker 6: didn't matter if it was actually safe, as long as
Speaker 6: he created the illusion of safety.
Speaker 1: It wouldn't be long before that illusion of safety and
Speaker 1: Domino Beach would be shattered. Courtney, Hey, Angela, Yeah, it's me.
Speaker 3: How are you. It's been forever?
Speaker 1: Okay, let me provide a little context here. Angela Bowers
Speaker 1: is about a year younger than me, and we knew
Speaker 1: each other back in the early nineties when we both
Speaker 1: lived in Domino Beach. She waited tables at Gertie's Diner,
Speaker 1: which was one of my favorite places to set up
Speaker 1: camp and write whenever I wanted to get out of
Speaker 1: the office during tourist season. Gertie's was open until like
Speaker 1: two or three o'clock in the morning and was a
Speaker 1: final stop for partying kids after the bars and clubs closed.
Speaker 1: They had great coffee and pretty decent food if you
Speaker 1: like your breakfast extra greasy, and let's face it, who doesn't.
Speaker 1: I was in there so much back in those days.
Speaker 1: Angela and I became friendly, if not actual friends, but
Speaker 1: after what happened in November of ninety four, we became
Speaker 1: a lot closer.
Speaker 3: So what's going on? Still teaching?
Speaker 1: Well? I actually called to talk about you, same.
Speaker 3: Old Courtney, all business all the time, not all the time.
Speaker 3: I relax, I'm kidding. So what's this about writing another book?
Speaker 1: No, this is for a podcast I'm working on based
Speaker 1: on my book, actually, and I'm recording this call if
Speaker 1: that's okay?
Speaker 3: Yeah, sure, what up?
Speaker 4: True crime nerds ready to hear me recount the worst fucking.
Speaker 1: Night of my life? And you know we don't have to.
Speaker 3: It's fine. It was a long time ago, court I.
Speaker 1: Know, but sometimes releaving events like this can be.
Speaker 3: Yeah, yeah, trigger warning. I get it.
Speaker 4: Look I said it's fine and I meant it. Now,
Speaker 4: come on, let's do this thing.
Speaker 1: November is a quiet time for Domino Beach, which makes
Speaker 1: it one of the favorite times of year for the
Speaker 1: local surfers, who would rather not compete with tourists for
Speaker 1: the waves that they consider rightfully theirs. In fact, not
Speaker 1: only are there note tourists that time of year, but
Speaker 1: even a lot of locals start leaving town for Thanksgi,
Speaker 1: some of them not coming back until after New Year's
Speaker 1: But Angela was going to be there for the winter.
Speaker 1: She had arrived in Domino Beach about two years before me,
Speaker 1: another college dropout who decided she'd rather live among the
Speaker 1: surf and sand while she was young, figuring she had
Speaker 1: plenty of time to decide what she wanted to do
Speaker 1: with the rest of her life. I always admired that
Speaker 1: way of thinking. I decided I wanted to be a
Speaker 1: journalist in like the third grade and never deviated from
Speaker 1: that path. I've never looked back. Pretty Much every decision
Speaker 1: I've made as far back as I can remember, was
Speaker 1: made to help me achieve that goal. I'm kind of
Speaker 1: jealous of people who are able to just go with
Speaker 1: the flow, confident that one day everything will work out
Speaker 1: the way it's supposed to. Angela is one of those people.
Speaker 1: I had her take me back to that night in
Speaker 1: November nineteen ninety four, a night that changed her life forever.
Speaker 4: Okay, So, Gurdi's closed at eleven o'clock during the off season,
Speaker 4: and that night I don't think we had a customer
Speaker 4: since like nine or nine thirty. So Andre, he was
Speaker 4: the cook. Do you remember Andre?
Speaker 3: I'm not sure it's okay, it doesn't matter anyway.
Speaker 4: Andre had already cleaned off the grill before we even
Speaker 4: locked the door for the night. He had a girlfriend
Speaker 4: in Riverside and he was trying to get over to
Speaker 4: her place before it got too late. So I told
Speaker 4: him to go on that I'd go ahead and lock
Speaker 4: up by myself. It wasn't the first time, and well,
Speaker 4: I just didn't think anything of it.
Speaker 1: What about the murders of the spring Breakers earlier that year.
Speaker 1: Weren't you scared being alone? Not really?
Speaker 4: No, I mean that had been like six or seven
Speaker 4: months ago, and they were saying the killer committed suicide,
Speaker 4: right right, Okay, So I guess I finished all the
Speaker 4: side work and balanced the register by maybe eleven forty
Speaker 4: eleven forty five something like that. Then I went out
Speaker 4: the back door and locked up.
Speaker 1: Can you describe the back of the diner for our listeners,
Speaker 1: just because this is audio only.
Speaker 4: Yeah, it was not exactly a parking lot. I don't
Speaker 4: know what you call it, just a little strip of
Speaker 4: asphalt where employees parked.
Speaker 3: There was just enough.
Speaker 4: Room for maybe three or four cars, right next to
Speaker 4: the dumpster.
Speaker 1: Was it well lit?
Speaker 3: No, well kind of.
Speaker 4: I parked close to the back door and there was
Speaker 4: a light hanging over it. You couldn't see much around you.
Speaker 4: But I never felt scared or anything closing up at night.
Speaker 4: Kind of wish I had been scared, then I might
Speaker 4: have been more on my guard. So we can take
Speaker 4: a break if you want. No, why drag this out
Speaker 4: any longer than I have to, Okay, but take your time,
Speaker 4: and whenever you want to stop, I get it.
Speaker 3: I'll be fine. Okay.
Speaker 4: So I come out and lock the back door, put
Speaker 4: the diner keys in my purse, take out my car keys.
Speaker 4: Then I walk like eight or ten steps to my car.
Speaker 4: I unlock the door, and just as I get it open,
Speaker 4: the first thing I remember is the slap slap slap
Speaker 4: of shoes on pavement running up fast behind me. I
Speaker 4: start to turn, but before I make it around, a
Speaker 4: hand clamps down over my mouth, and there's a glove
Speaker 4: on it, like driving gloves or workout gloves, you know.
Speaker 4: And his hand is big enough that I feel his
Speaker 4: thumb on one of my cheekbones and the rest of
Speaker 4: his fingers gripping my jawbone. And next thing I feel
Speaker 4: is my right arm being wrenched behind my back and
Speaker 4: he pulls it up really hard. Feels like it's going
Speaker 4: to break where my shoulder was going to dislocate. But
Speaker 4: I'm still holding out of my car keys and he
Speaker 4: takes them out of my hand, and then I think
Speaker 4: he shoves them in his back pocket, because I feel
Speaker 4: his pelvis kick forward into my back, you know, and
Speaker 4: I can feel what I first think is a gun
Speaker 4: shoved into his pants, but I later realize it's his boner.
Speaker 4: The guy's already hard, you know, already turned on. Then
Speaker 4: he presses my body up against the car, the door
Speaker 4: to the back seat, I mean, and he presses it
Speaker 4: up even harder against me, and I feel this hot
Speaker 4: breath in my ear, and he says, oh, And he's
Speaker 4: doing this thing with his voice like you know how
Speaker 4: everyone who plays Batman, how they make their voice all
Speaker 4: low and gravelly like that anyway, he says, and these
Speaker 4: are his exact.
Speaker 3: Words, scream, and you die right here and now.
Speaker 4: And then he takes his hand away from my mouth,
Speaker 4: and what do you do? I scream? I scream bloody murder,
Speaker 4: but not for long. He grabs a fistful of my
Speaker 4: hair and slams my forehead into the door of the car,
Speaker 4: right above the window that shuts me up. Then he
Speaker 4: opens the back door and kind of lets me fall
Speaker 4: onto the seat, and I hear a zipper being unzipped.
Speaker 4: I think he's about to whip it out, but no,
Speaker 4: it turns out he's not unzipping his pants. It's like
Speaker 4: a backpack ord gym bag or something. Because then I
Speaker 4: hear a piece of tape being ripped off, and then
Speaker 4: it's over my mouth, and all of a sudden, I
Speaker 4: feel like I can't breathe so well through my nose,
Speaker 4: and I'm like hyperventilating, and I feel like I'm suffocating.
Speaker 4: And then so he's already got one of my arms
Speaker 4: behind my back, so he grabs the other one and
Speaker 4: jerks it back and up real hard, and he holds
Speaker 4: my hands together. Then he puts a knee on the
Speaker 4: small of my back, and wraps one of those thick
Speaker 4: plastic zip ties around my wrists and cinches it up
Speaker 4: real tight. Now now, I'm sure he's about to try
Speaker 4: to pull my jeans down and get on top of me,
Speaker 4: but he just kind of kicks at my legs until
Speaker 4: I pull them into the car. Once I'm all curled
Speaker 4: up in the back seat, he closes the door.
Speaker 1: You must have been terrified.
Speaker 4: I must have been. But it's hard to remember the
Speaker 4: way I felt that the time.
Speaker 3: When I look back on it, I.
Speaker 4: Remember a lot of details, but it's like I'm outside
Speaker 4: looking in, you know, like I'm watching it in a
Speaker 4: movie or on TV. Supposedly that's pretty common in situations
Speaker 4: like that, but I don't know.
Speaker 3: It's weird anyway.
Speaker 1: Where was I? Oh?
Speaker 4: Yeah, lying face down in the back seat of my car,
Speaker 4: And I can feel the blood running into my left
Speaker 4: eye from where he slammed my head into the door.
Speaker 4: But the swimmy feeling is starting to ease up. I'm
Speaker 4: not clear headed yet, but I'm getting there, you know.
Speaker 4: So I'm just listening, trying to take everything in, and
Speaker 4: I hear him get in the front seat and start
Speaker 4: the car, and when he turns around, to look behind
Speaker 4: him as he's backing up, I tell myself, look at
Speaker 4: his face, Look at his face.
Speaker 1: So I do, what do you see?
Speaker 3: Nothing? Well, not nothing, but not enough. I don't know.
Speaker 4: I mean I can tell it's a white guy. I
Speaker 4: think so anyway, but it was dark and he's wearing
Speaker 4: a hoodie or maybe it's a ski mask. I can't remember.
Speaker 4: But I just can't see much of anything. So then
Speaker 4: he starts driving, and after a few minutes he turns
Speaker 4: off the radio and starts talking. And at first I
Speaker 4: think he's talking to himself, but no, he's talking to me.
Speaker 4: What does he say, Well, I don't remember it word
Speaker 4: for word, but he's saying that I shouldn't have screamed,
Speaker 4: that what he's gonna do to me will be worse
Speaker 4: because I did. And then he asks me if I
Speaker 4: know who he is, and when I don't say anything,
Speaker 4: he says something like he's the number one spring breaker
Speaker 4: where the Domino Beach spring breaking something like that.
Speaker 1: Did you know what he was talking about?
Speaker 4: Yeah, pretty much right away. I mean, I don't know
Speaker 4: if he's telling the truth, but he wants me to
Speaker 4: believe he's the guy who killed those ASU girls and
Speaker 4: he's saying all this stuff that he's gonna fuck me tonight.
Speaker 7: I don't care if you're alive or dead. If you
Speaker 7: want to live, you better play nice.
Speaker 1: And then he kind of laughs and says something like.
Speaker 7: Oh am, I kidding, You're not gonna live through this.
Speaker 7: And I don't like nice girls anyway.
Speaker 1: And he's disguising his voice the whole time.
Speaker 4: Yeah, like Batman. But I can tell it's a pretty
Speaker 4: young guy though, in his twenties. Probably how can you tell.
Speaker 4: I don't know just the way he sounds to me.
Speaker 4: Maybe it's his speech patterns or whatever. I don't know,
Speaker 4: but I definitely remember thinking that. And then then he
Speaker 4: stops talking, and I start feeling like he's working himself
Speaker 4: up to do whatever he's gonna do.
Speaker 3: And I'm telling myself.
Speaker 4: I had to get out of this car or I
Speaker 4: am dead now. At this point, we've been driving for
Speaker 4: like ten minutes, and I get the feeling he's about
Speaker 4: to get on the.
Speaker 1: Five, the five interstate.
Speaker 4: Yeah, and something inside me says, if you're still in
Speaker 4: this car when he gets on the highway, no one's
Speaker 4: ever even going to find your body. So I start
Speaker 4: thinking and I remember, I remember that one of the
Speaker 4: doors in the back has a busted lock. It works
Speaker 4: from the outside, which is why I never bothered to
Speaker 4: get a fix, but not from the inside. So even
Speaker 4: if the door is locked, you can still open it.
Speaker 4: I couldn't believe I remembered that. I mean, how often
Speaker 4: do you ride in the backseat of your own car?
Speaker 1: Right fast? Thinking?
Speaker 4: I guess anyway, I kind of pulled myself up, so
Speaker 4: I'm leaning against the door, trying to get my hands
Speaker 4: on the door handle behind me. He thinks I'm trying
Speaker 4: to get a look at his face, so he grabs
Speaker 4: the rear view mirror and snaps it off. But I'm
Speaker 4: not even looking at him anymore. I'm looking out the window,
Speaker 4: and sure enough, up ahead is the I five. I'm
Speaker 4: not sure where we are exactly. It's not the route
Speaker 4: I usually take to get out of the five, but
Speaker 4: it doesn't matter. You know, it's pretty much now or never,
Speaker 4: So what do you do. I wait for him to
Speaker 4: slow down and take the turn to get onto the
Speaker 4: on ramp, and just as he does, I yank the
Speaker 4: handle and the door flings open. I don't even have
Speaker 4: to jump because I open the door on a turn.
Speaker 4: The momentum just pulls me out of the car, and
Speaker 4: the next thing you know, I'm rolling along the asphalt.
Speaker 1: Jesus Well.
Speaker 4: As soon as I come to a stop, I get
Speaker 4: to my feet, and that's about the same time the
Speaker 4: car starts backing up. I look around and there are
Speaker 4: like no other cars anywhere, but there's this gas station,
Speaker 4: maybe one hundred yards away, one of those that's right
Speaker 4: next to the on ramp.
Speaker 1: Okay, yeah, I know what you mean.
Speaker 3: So I run like hell.
Speaker 4: I've still got duct tape over my mouth, so I
Speaker 4: can barely breathe, and my hands are as if tied
Speaker 4: me behind my back, so my balance is fucked, and
Speaker 4: I'm just running full steam for that gas station part
Speaker 4: as I can. It's a miracle I don't fall down. Meanwhile,
Speaker 4: I can hear the car turning around behind me, but
Speaker 4: he's got to stick to the road and I'm running
Speaker 4: across the dirt right So I finally get under those big,
Speaker 4: bright fluorescent lights over the pumps, and there's some old
Speaker 4: guy there getting gas. Old it's probably younger than I
Speaker 4: am now, but he seems ancient to me at the time. Anyway,
Speaker 4: I come running up on him and he gives me
Speaker 4: this like what the fuck look that I swear would
Speaker 4: have made me burst out laughing if it wasn't for
Speaker 4: the duct tape. Then the cashier guy comes out, and
Speaker 4: at that point, the fucker who tried to kidnap me
Speaker 4: just turns my car around and peels out, heads back
Speaker 4: onto the five, and the cashier and the old guy
Speaker 4: helped cut me free. Then they take me inside and
Speaker 4: I call nine to one one, and that's it. Jesus,
Speaker 4: I haven't told that story in so long.
Speaker 1: Thank you for telling it now, anything for.
Speaker 4: You, bitch, Seriously, though, It's been like a long time
Speaker 4: since I've even let myself think.
Speaker 1: About all that. So in November of nineteen ninety four,
Speaker 1: I hadn't written about any of the murder victims since
Speaker 1: Verra Kendrick's death over two years earlier. But when I
Speaker 1: got to the so called journal office that morning and
Speaker 1: heard about what happened to Angela, well, I knew I
Speaker 1: had to be the one to tell her story. Glenn Sherman,
Speaker 1: the Journal star reporter and who I sometimes call my
Speaker 1: former mentor if I'm feeling generous, was in the process
Speaker 1: of being wooed away by the La Times following his
Speaker 1: coverage of the spring Break murders in April of that year.
Speaker 1: And if not for that, I don't know that I
Speaker 1: could have convinced him and to let me write the story.
Speaker 1: For whatever reason, he threw me a bone.
Speaker 4: I remember when you came by the hospital that morning,
Speaker 4: you brought some flowers and tried to pretend we were friends.
Speaker 1: Hello, we were friends. Hello.
Speaker 4: The only reason you could have possibly thought that was
Speaker 4: if you didn't have any real friends.
Speaker 1: Yeah, well maybe I didn't. I mean, sure, you and.
Speaker 4: I became friends, But come on, I was just some
Speaker 4: waitress you knew, and you were just some regular customer
Speaker 4: who tipped pretty well.
Speaker 1: I tipped really well. So why did you agree to
Speaker 1: talk to me back then?
Speaker 3: I don't know. You sold me.
Speaker 1: You were all, we.
Speaker 3: Can't let this son of a bitch get away with this,
Speaker 3: and we're gonna bring him down.
Speaker 4: And you're such a tough, strong woman. What can I say?
Speaker 4: You know you can be persuasive.
Speaker 1: Angela was a fantastic subject, even back then when it
Speaker 1: was all so raw and fresh. She never seemed scared
Speaker 1: to me. She was pissed off this happened to her,
Speaker 1: and I channeled that anger into my story, and it
Speaker 1: wasn't the story of a victim. It was the story
Speaker 1: of a survivor, of someone who was faced with certain
Speaker 1: death and just flat out refused. It gave me the
Speaker 1: chance I was looking for to blow apart the narrative
Speaker 1: that the now dead for two months Stan Majors had
Speaker 1: ever killed anyone. It gave me the opportunity to call
Speaker 1: out Counselman Langford and Sheriff Stokes for trying to pull
Speaker 1: the wool over all our eyes. I let our readers
Speaker 1: know officially and for the first time, that there was
Speaker 1: a serial killer preying on the people of Domino Beach.
Speaker 1: And in one of my favorite parts of the article,
Speaker 1: toward the end, I wrote that since the killer liked
Speaker 1: to reference popular music, the song that best suited his
Speaker 1: failed abduction of Angela Bauers was Loser by Beck.
Speaker 3: Yeah, I'll give you that.
Speaker 1: That was a tell me shit again. That's Mia.
Speaker 3: Morales and Connor liked it too.
Speaker 2: We weren't hanging out much by them, but after that
Speaker 2: article came out, it was the first time I had
Speaker 2: seen him smile aid forever. He really liked you ripping
Speaker 2: his daughter part like you did.
Speaker 1: Here's Sheriff Stokes.
Speaker 5: I didn't take it personally. When you're right, you're right.
Speaker 5: And after that article you wrote, it made it easier
Speaker 5: for me to do the job I wanted to do.
Speaker 1: Okay, so I had made an impact. Well, the truth is,
Speaker 1: Angela Bowers is the one who made the impact. I
Speaker 1: just made sure everyone knew it, and everyone did everyone.
Speaker 1: Three days after the story was published, a letter arrived
Speaker 1: for me in the mail at the SoCal Journal. My
Speaker 1: name and the paper's address were printed in neat block letters.
Speaker 1: There was no return address, and the postmark was from
Speaker 1: in town. I opened it up and well, here, why
Speaker 1: don't I just read it to you? Now? Hello, Courtney,
Speaker 1: I wanted to thank you for your wildly entertaining but
Speaker 1: extremely inaccurate.
Speaker 8: Extremely inaccurate story about me. I like your writing much
Speaker 8: better than Glenna Shrinings. But it's been a while since
Speaker 8: we crossed paths. You wrote about my Polly but not
Speaker 8: my corn Fleet girls, and we never got a chance
Speaker 8: to pretend we're dead together.
Speaker 7: My angel may have flewn away, but I think I
Speaker 7: like you better anyhow. One day I think i'd like
Speaker 7: for you to meet me. I hope that happens, but
Speaker 7: I worry that you might be right about what you
Speaker 7: said about me. Maybe I am a loser.
Speaker 3: Baby, so why don't you kill me?
Speaker 5: Yeah, you poked the pair, all right, and maybe that
Speaker 5: was folish of you, But it was also brave because
Speaker 5: you got the killer to tell us something we didn't know.
Speaker 1: It was the pretend we're dead reference that confused Sheriff
Speaker 1: Stokes and me too. But I remembered the song and
Speaker 1: recognized the title, so I went to Gravel Records and
Speaker 1: asked Maya about it. She told me it was by
Speaker 1: a group called L seven and sold me the CD
Speaker 1: with that song on it.
Speaker 2: I did, Nah, I don't remember that at all.
Speaker 1: I went home and played the song over and over
Speaker 1: until I had the song lyrics memorized. Then I sat
Speaker 1: down with Sheriff Stokes and looked back at the only
Speaker 1: other unsolved murder in Domino Beach, the murder of teenage
Speaker 1: junkie and prostitute Billy Boy Reeves. One of the photos
Speaker 1: of the alley where his body was found captured a
Speaker 1: lyric from the song spray painted onto the wall just
Speaker 1: say No to Individuality. The killer had referenced all three
Speaker 1: groups of murders in his Letter, Polly Fervera, Kendrick, Cornflake
Speaker 1: Girl from Mary Crouch, Polly Blake, and Sandra Gerard, and
Speaker 1: pretend were dead for Billy Boy Reeves. The five people
Speaker 1: who had been murdered in Domino Beach since September nineteen
Speaker 1: ninety two were all killed by the same person, and
Speaker 1: he was still out there. The Murder Years is a
Speaker 1: production of AYR Media and iHeartMedia. Executive producer Elisa Rosen
Speaker 1: for AYR Media. Written by Tim Huddleston, directed by Alisa Rosen,
Speaker 1: editing and sound designed by Tristan Bankston, Consulting producer Jean
Speaker 1: Chandil coordinator Olive Goldberg, Audio engineering and mastering by Justin
Speaker 1: Longerbean studio engineer Josh Hook. Original music by Nathan Bankston.
Speaker 1: Original concept developed in partnership with Margaret Johns and Greg Spring.
Speaker 1: Executive producer for iHeartMedia. Maya Howard performances for this episode
Speaker 1: by Erica Leniac as Courtney Barnes, Tom Virtue as Sheriff
Speaker 1: Damon Stokes, Alex Salem as Connor Langford, Melon Faxus as
Speaker 1: Maya Morales, Amy Phillips as Angela Bowers,