Zodiac: a Movie Review, and a Note.

Zodiac (2007)
Starring: Jake Gyllenhaal, Mark Ruffalo, Robert Downey, Jr., Anthony Edwards, etc.

Directed By: David Fincher
Review

Zodiac is brilliant. Completely absorbing from beginning to end. Is it long? I guess so. I didn't really notice.

Consider that in light of the fact that I know the Zodiac story. I've read Robert Graysmith's books about this most mysterious of serial killers. I've tried my hand at solving one of the ciphers that's never been cracked. Hell, I have my own kooky theory about who Zodiac might have been. The unsolved Zodiac murders have held my fascination since I was a teen -- I read Graysmith's first book just after it was first published in the 80s. I may not be a "Zodiacologist," but I'm pretty close.

Zodiac is engrossing, for the most part, because of the incredible work done by director David Fincher and the people he assembled to make this masterful true-crime movie.

The late 60s and 70s are captured with so much attention to detail that it felt like a form of time-travel to watch events unfold. From Zodiac's second attempt at double-murder on July 4, 1969 (one victim survived), through the early 1990s, every detail of time and place is re-created with immense care. The soundtrack, for instance -- other reviewers have already made note of the clever use of Donovan's "Hurdy-Gurdy Man," and I have to agree. I've always thought the song was pretty creepy-sounding, and the way it weaves into the fabric of this movie is a touch of dramatic genius.

The acting is top-notch all the way around. Robert Downey Jr., in my opinion, should get a best supporting actor nomination from the Academy for his vibrant portrayal of the witty but deeply troubled Paul Avery, the San Francisco Chronicle reporter who was actually threatened by the Zodiac at one point. Avery gets most of the limited moments of humor in the movie, and Downey plays them with perfect pitch -- never over-the-top.

Jake Gyllenhaal plays Robert Graysmith, the cartoonist-turned-true-crime scribe and wannabe detective, and it is hard to think anyone but Gyllenhaal could have played this role properly. He is entirely believable in the way he grows from the wide-eyed former Eagle Scout into the obsessed amateur sleuth. It's some of the best work I've seen this actor do. I once thought that Gyllenhaal could be like Jimmy Stewart or Tom Hanks if he wasn't careful -- one of those actors who are easy to like, but you end up remembering them more than the roles they play.

In Zodiac, Jake Gyllenhaal succeeds in erasing that impression. His Graysmith is likable and sympathetic, but never quite the hero of the story. In doing this Gyllenhaal really seems to disappear inside the role, proving his intelligence and maturity as an actor.

I read at least one other review that implied that Mark Ruffalo was miscast as Inspector Dave Toschi, the famed San Francisco homicide detective who was the model for Clint Eastwood's Dirty Harry character -- I disagree. Ruffalo's portrayal humanizes the legendary Toschi, and that was necessary for this story.

Toschi's little quirks come across in Ruffalo's characterization -- his cadging of food from his partners, his temper and sensitivity. Ruffalo and Anthony Edwards, as Toschi's partner Bill Armstrong, convey an easy rapport between their characters, professionals, yes, but camrades, too.

The secondary roles in this movie are equally well-played. John Carroll Lynch, as Zodiac suspect Arthur Leigh Allen, simply doesn't have enough screen time. Lynch's Leigh Allen is full of understated menace, shaded with irony. Lynch, with a spooky dead-eyed stare, makes it easy to believe that Allen was, if nothing else, creepy enough to convince a number of people that he could be a serial killer.

Surviving Zodiac victim Bryan Hartnell is a small role in the context of this movie, but Patrick Scott Lewis makes the most of it, even in a short scene where Hartnell is brought in to identify a tape-recorded voice as the Zodiac. Lewis gets a chance with very little screen time to ably act an arc from carefree college kid on a weekend outing to limping survivor, shadowed and ghost-like.

Zodiac is a must-see for true crime fans, and anyone who loves well-made, well-acted cinema. If you want to see all the blood splatter and brain matter, this ain't the movie for you (and frankly, this isn't the blog for you, either). There are certainly graphic moments, but Zodiac is for the cerebral true crime fanatic -- the puzzle solver, the crime historian.

Zodiac is a very rare kind of movie, in my experience -- a thinking person's crime drama. If only every movie in this genre were so finely wrought.

Go see it, and enjoy.

Notes about the source material for this movie

Robert Graysmith's Zodiac books are controversial, and rightly so. Graysmith -- and this becomes very clear in the movie -- fell into a deep trap that is surely familiar to anyone who has ever done any armchair sleuthing. He became obsessed first with the crimes and finding the monster behind them, and then with his idea of who that criminal must have been.

Both books, Zodiac and Zodiac Unmasked, ended up being devoted to the idea that Arthur Leigh Allen was the Zodiac. Graysmith fell prey to the amateur sleuth's big bugaboo: forming a theory and then trying to make it fit the facts. Real detectives, with access to as much real evidence as they can collect, are able to -- hopefully -- let the facts, the evidence, dictate the theory of the crime.

Evidence that would have made Leigh Allen a slam-dunk in a court of law for the Zodiac murders simply doesn't seem to exist. No one ever conclusively matched any samples of Allen's handwriting to Zodiac's. Even a relatively uninformed look at samples side by side show almost no commonalities. Fingerprints associated with Zodiac did not match Allen's prints. Ultimately, DNA didn't match. All the evidence that points to Allen being the Zodiac Killer is either hearsay or circumstantial, at best.

Moreover, Allen was a convicted child molester. His known M.O., something no one really seemed to consider at the time, doesn't sound like it fit with the Zodiac's crimes, at all.

Allen's pedophilia became known when he was working as an elementary school teacher. It was classic, for a pedophile -- Arthur Leigh Allen worked his way into a job that would provide him constant access to his prey. He was, by many accounts, a well-liked teacher by his peers and students... until his groping of a few kids came to light. In high school, Allen was sociable, popular, and a star athlete. He had a time in his life when he was the golden boy. Right up until the fact that he was a pedophile became known, Arthur Leigh Allen seemed to lead a successful, charmed life, with a network of good friends and supportive family.

Arthur Leigh Allen was probably the type of pedophile who groomed his victims, ingratiated himself with them and their families. I base this assumption on two things: Allen's first choice of job would have required him to appear to be 'good' with kids; Allen never served much time for molestation convictions, at least not by today's standards. Had he been overtly violent or sadistic in his attacks on children, he surely would have eventually done much more time in lockup.

While the molestation of a child is inherently sadistic, there are, broadly speaking, two types of pedophile. One type insinuates himself into a chosen victim's life. This pedophile develops what he thinks of as a relationship with the child. Many of them seem appalled at the idea that they might do what they perceive as harm to a kid. If they murder, it is a twisted act of desperation.

The second type of pedophile appears to be less common. Sometimes called a mysoped, the second type of pedophile is sadistic. They have poor social skills. They will travel great distances, stalk, and kidnap children. The mysoped typically tortures victims, and beyond murder, may even become cannibalistic if not caught early in their horrific career. The source webpage I've linked has a good quote about mysopeds: "There is a sense of something inherently 'evil' about their existence. They evoke a reaction of contempt that is beyond what society normally reserves for the criminal element."

In many ways, Zodiac seemed to be the first killer of his kind (he wasn't, but that's for another blog entry). That said, there have certainly been killers in the decades since who seem to have some notable similarities.

David Berkowitz, the Son of Sam killer, murdered couples parking on sidestreets, just like Zodiac. He sent taunting letters to the press, like Zodiac. When he was arrested, Berkowitz turned out to be a weird, psychopathic loner with mother issues.

BTK, Dennis Rader, had a lot in common with Zodiac, and may have even modeled some of his behavior after the Zodiac Killer. Rader was more socially competent than Berkowitz, and on the surface he lived a perfectly presentable middle-class life. Rader, unlike Berkowitz or Zodiac (with one exception, in Zodiac's case), was a much more hands-on killer, one whose sexual psychopathy was obvious to anyone examining the crime scenes he left behind. While Rader used guns and knives to subdue those he attacked, he preferred to strangle his victims.

However, Rader loved to play with the police, and taunt the public by using the press to get his creepy letters out. When Rader decided to "come out of retirement" as BTK in 2004, having been silent for nearly 20 years as far as letters went, he even sent a puzzle to the Wichita (KS) authorities. He shared Zodiac's love of the limelight, and his domestic terrorist's inclination to try and spook the populace.

David Berkowitz had no known tendency towards pedophilia, and while Dennis Rader did have some inclination towards children, his primary victims were adult women in his general age-group.

Pedophile serial killers usually kill children, based on the research I've done. They often seem to be mysopeds. The best example from recent years is Joseph Edward Duncan III, who sounds like the definition of a sadistic pedophile. When Joseph Edward Duncan did kill two adults in May of 2005, it was to get them out of the way and eliminate witnesses. As brutal and bloody as the deaths of Brenda Groene and Mark McKenzie were, they were also, in a sense, utilitarian, for Duncan's purposes.

It's simple. Had Arthur Leigh Allen been a killer, many of his victims would surely have been kids. No murder definitively linked to the Zodiac Killer involved a child. One person who survived an apparent encounter with Zodiac had a baby with her, and she said Zodiac threatened to throw the baby out the window of the car in which they were riding, but that was it. Zodiac threatened to kill children -- but then he jeered at the police when it became apparent they believed his threat.

Zodiac was more interested in killing women. Two male victims surviving his attacks may have even goaded Zodiac into killing cabbie Paul Stine. Stine was the last victim to be definitively linked to Zodiac. Stine's murder seemed at the time like a bizarre deviation from Zodiac's pattern.

But when the killer phoned in the knife attacks on Cecilia Shepard and Bryan Hartnell at Lake Berryessa, he specifically referred to a "double murder." By the time Stine was murdered on October 11, 1969, it was all over the press, how another male had survived a Zodiac attack. Zodiac wanted to prove he could kill anyone he chose, at the time he chose.

Because the movie Zodiac is based on Graysmith's books, Arthur Leigh Allen is the suspect who receives the most focus. Only one other likely candidate, Rick Marshall, is discussed at any length. Marshall is among the many one-time suspects who, like Allen, have been cleared by police.

My point is this -- Zodiac is a fantastic movie based on real events, but it is not a documentary. Robert Graysmith's books contain a lot of good information about the murders and likely suspects other than Marshall or Allen, but Graysmith's books also contain truckloads of bias, more than you can find today in 50 crime blogs. There are many suppositions and theories presented as fact, not to mention all the hearsay from people who may have had major axes to grind with guys like Arthur Leigh Allen. By the time I finished the second book, Zodiac Unmasked, I had the distinct feeling I was reading the work of a man trying too hard to prove a point he could not actually prove.

I have much more sympathy for Robert Graysmith than many who talk about these crimes online, because I understand something about the sort of obsession under which he labored for so long. I do believe that when the man began to try and find out everything he could about The Zodiac, he did it for perfectly understandable reasons, reasons familiar to many people reading this blog or writing their own crime blog. I am certain that Robert Graysmith went to lengths to gather all the info he needed to write both books that might awe the average crime blogger.

When he was "done," though, he had to have a conclusion. A very good true crime writer once advised me that you shouldn't try a book about an unsolved crime unless you think you can solve it. He knew what he was saying, because in the business of book-selling, that's the kind of true crime tome that gets attention, and makes money. Robert Graysmith's second marriage ended because of his pursuit of the Zodiac (according to the movie, anyway), and Graysmith put in untold amounts of time pursuing the case. It seems like a conclusion of some sort would be mandatory in that case, and Graysmith's conclusion was that Arthur Leigh Allen was the Zodiac.

Real evidence and what we know now about criminal psychology just don't agree. I'd love for Allen to have been the guy -- he was already a creep of the worst sort.

I think Zodiac got away. He either died shortly after the last known letter from him or got put away for another crime entirely. It could be that he basically retired, as Dennis Rader did for many years. The kind of person I think he might have been I will save for another blog entry. Perhaps Zodiac found another route to satisfy his jones for power and control, a route that wouldn't put him on a collision course with the police.

Is he still out there? Anything is possible. Seems like this movie would bring some word from him if he was, though.

Tom Voigt has compiled one of the best resources on or offline for anyone wanting to study the Zodiac murders, the suspects, the theories as to who he was, what he was like. I've already linked several pages in this entry, but here's the main URL, which is old news many regular readers of this blog:

www.zodiackiller.com.

To start working on your own ideas or just get an idea of what really happened, start with ZodiacKiller.com. The new movie and Robert Graysmith's books are worthwhile reference points, but Tom Voigt's site is where you should begin if you want to get a much more balanced view of this infamous series of unsolved murders.

Whatever you do, be warned: you will get hooked. And once you see Jake Gyllenhaal as Graysmith near the end of Zodiac, you will understand the fevered, slightly mad gleam in his eye.

"The Screams Painted on the Walls..."


The weather was cold, as it usually is in Colorado in February, but in the home at 705 West Brome Place in Lafayette, there was partying afoot, and strangely, the windows were always open.

The neighbors had not seen Linda Damm, the owner of the home, in at least 3 weeks. But her kid was going wild. Tess Damm had boys over at all hours. It appeared her boyfriend was living there. The black Acura Linda bought for Tess was being driven by the boyfriend. The kids were even doing stupid "jackass" stunts, like car-surfing with the Acura.

Linda kept a neat house. But now it was a mess, those open windows and cigarette butts in the yard.

Just what the hell was up at 705 West Brome Place, no one seemed to know.

From blog.myspace.com/blindian781, a poem posted February 19, 2007:

who am I?

i dont even know anymore...
i did something that i shouldnt have...
i did things that i shouldnt have...
but i did them...
with my two hands...
and one foot...
i hate myself for it....
i think i have been forgiven...
but...
it still kills me to know...
i just want to take a hammer to my head...
a needle to my veins...
i just want to drink a barrel of cyanide...
to make this pain go away...
its what i deserve for what i did...


[for those of you who dont know what i did]

[message me if you wish to know]
Blindian781 was Tess Damm's boyfriend, Bryan, age 17. The Denver Post, in this article published March 2, 2007, named 15-year-old Tess, and quoted from her MySpace weblog, as well as Bryan's.

On Wednesday, February 28, police came to the party house, acting on an anonymous tip. There they took 3 teens into custody.

The cops also found the body of Linda L. Damm. The Boulder County Coroner would later state that Damm died from stab wounds to her neck. Police would not say how long Linda Damm had been dead.

Perhaps the open windows had been an effort to alleviate the clinging odor of decomposition.

From Tess Damm's weblog (identified by The Post through quotations, as they did with Bryan's weblog), blog.myspace.com/harmonylala, a post made January 19, 2007, titled "My life":
Everyone knows the story of me and my mom... and everyone knows how much I've tried to fix it my whole life. And everyone knows how it never works. I tried to get her help. I tried moving to California. I tried moving back to Colorado. I tried moving in with CJ, Hassan, Jermy and Bryan, then Burt and Bryan. Then moving back home with Bryan. And its just never enough. I could write a book about how confusing it is trying to please that woman... and trying to do whatever I can to get her to stop drinking. Like honestly, I'd do anything. But nothing really ever works. And the shit that goes on at home, frays out and effects every part of my life.

(...)

Bryan... me and him, we're great. We get into stupid little fights a lot, but then again, who doesn't? We love eachother, I can honestly say that we do, but sometimes I wonder about us. I treat him like shit, I know that and everyone else does too, but I'm trying to change for him. We live together now, and I've realized that like, literally, I can't live without him. Believe me. I've tried. We have to be together, no matter what, and I like that. I miss him so much when he's not around... and I take that as a good sign. With Bryan, I really don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. I love him, he loves me, and thats all that matters.

So, this stuff that I'm about to write, it might be kinda of confusing, cuz I have no idea how to word it. But I'll give it a try.

Today... I didn't go to school. I know, I'm stupid. But like, I can't help but think that my mom and my boyfriend don't want me around during the days. They tried to wake me up this morning but I wouldn't, and I can see me getting shit from my mom about not waking up... but Bryan? No way. I thought he liked spending time with me, and he was trying to convince me to actually go to school. Which is kinda wierd because he never really has before. But I'm probably making a big deal out of nothing. And my mom, I don't even know whats up with that. She cries, and begs me to move back home, then I do, and she goes back to treating me like shit, like she doesn't really want me here. [[Background INFO= =I'm Bi-Polar.]] And I feel bad staying here during the days. How does that work? I don't even feel at home in my own home. Today, I got so pissed at my mom, she puts me under so much stress, honestly its insane, and I couldn't handle it and I freaked out, my Bi-Polarness came out. And I can't help but wonder if Bryan is looking at me get so angry and is like, "Oh, damn, this is not something I want to be with." So I try to contain it. But anyone with Bi-Polar knows that the more you contain your anger, the worse it becomes. But I try anyways, and it kills me.

(...)

So this is about half of my life, theres still so much going on, but I'm just gonna leave it at this: I'm going to get through this life, regardless of whos behind me or not.
On an earlier incarnation of her MySpace profile, Tess wrote about Bryan with apparent frankness. The following quote was on her profile when it was cached by Google on February 10, 2007:
My one and only... Bryan. God, I love this boy with all of my heart. When I met Bryan, I was like, "No way, this guy isn't like you. He's not your kind. Your preppy, he's like, gothic. It'll never work out, stay away from him, your worlds won't fit in together... he wouldn't even consider you anyways." And I know he was thinking the same kinda shit. And I have no idea what happened, but whatever it was, I'm so thankful for it. Bryan and I are in the best relationship either of us has ever been in... with eachother. We have the kind of relationship that people envy. The love we have for eachother is the kinda that most people only dream about their whole lives. Bryan is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I wouldn't give that up for anything...
A still-earlier cached version of Tess's profile from November of 2006 gave further insight into Tess's view of the relationship she had with her mom and other family members. Perhaps she removed or edited what she wrote later because it felt too revealing -- that, or family read her words:
My name is Tess... And I'm an alcoholic. Let me start from the beginning. This is my story. Since before I was born, my mom has been an alcoholic. An angry, raging, functional alcoholic. Until I was eleven, I had no idea what an alcoholic was. I thought that everybody's parents acted like that, 24/7. But they don't. And they shouldn't. But my mom did. Sometimes it got violent. Other times it just got annoying. Having to take care of her all the time. Making sure she didn't drink and drive, or do other things that could be possibly harmful. Then I stopped caring as much. I went out at night, didn't come home til noon the next day... and I guess that made my mom drink even more. The more she drank, the worse I got. I started to drink too. I thought, "Hey, my mom does it every night... there must be something to it." And there was. Drinking was like, a different world for me. I drank with friends, strangers... everybody. And it was GREAT. Drinking actually did really get my mind off of everything. All I was concentrated on was the boys, my friends and my shots of tequila and vodka. I partied all the time. Life was great. Except my home life. It got worse. Much worse. My mom had lost her job, and we were slowly running out of money. She drank. Only more. And since she had no job, the drinking wasn't limited to nights and weekends anymore. It was all the time. And my grades were basically non-existent. I was failing all my classes, and I just didn't care anymore. I ended up losing all my credits for the second semester of my freshman year. The only thing I cared about was drinking and partying. Getting two curfew tickets and almost getting in a crash with a drunk driver didn't stop me either. I just kept going. Then I got into stealing my mom's car... with Cree of course. And Tomeka too. Thats where this whole moving to California thing kicked in. My aunt found out about my mom's alcoholism. We talked about it and we figured that moving out there to California to go to school for a year was my best bet. We were wrong. It was terrible. My aunt is a bitch! All the time. She yells every second and it just wasn't what I expected it to be. I went to California to get away from the yelling and bullshit, and when I got there I was confronted with more. So I moved back to Colorado. Who knows whats going to happen to me? No one. But I'm just gonna have to wing it. See... after reading this, most people are gonna be thinking, "This girl is probably one messed up person." And I'm gonna admit, I have my share of problems. But so does everybody else, and I'm getting through them. But this time I'm not on my own. I have Tomeka, and Cree, and Grace and a handfull of other people who are there for me. And they are helping me through this... and... I'm gonna be just fine.
From The Denver Post piece, written by reporters John Ingold, Manny Gonzales and Kieran Nicholson:
Neighbor Tim James said he saw Tess' boyfriend running down the street Tuesday, screaming about a missing shoe.

"Just incoherent screaming," James said. "It didn't make any sense at all."

Neighbors said Linda Damm and Tess fought often. Steve Weddig, who lives across the street from the house, said one day this summer Damm came to his house in tears.

"She told me on several occasions that 'I'm having a lot of trouble with my daughter,"' Weddig recalled...
How long did Linda Damm (her maiden name was Juergens) lay inside her home? From February 19th through the night of the 28th?

One word stood out on Bryan's MySpace profile; "DEATH." The background image was two winged creatures, one dark, the other lighter, more classically angelic, and they were in a sad embrace. The other photos were of Tess. She was a slight blonde, who seemed to be working at cuteness, eyebrows raised, lips pursed.

Further down the page, Bryan/Blindian wrote:
I am Thy Blindian I am dark.... I love Tess =) and she loves me! she is the lovely lady on this page, I live with her, shes the greatest thing in this fucking world! ne of you checking her out? I think you are... DOUCHES!! i will slit your throat...
The couple seemed to think of themselves as a Romeo and Juliet for the Juggalo set.

Bryan's bent in particular was towards the poetic. He had a separate MySpace profile here:

http://www.myspace.com/watthefuckwasthat.

In his weblog on that profile, Bryan wrote a poem in what appeared to be his first entry. It read, in part:
wobble,
waddling down hallways,
falling over,
stumbling over nothing,
climbing a ladder that doesnt exist,
swimming through the air,
we feel death cold,
upon our heads,
minding our own business,
boom were dead,
drunk with the fatality wound...
Bryan's last blog entry there seemed to indicate two things, though -- one, that he had a different girlfriend at the time, and two, that he was already having trouble with the law in mid-2006. He wrote the following on August 29, 2006:
Today Tuesday, August 29th @ 9a.m I am going to Boulder for an Assesment on whether im going to jail on Sept. 15th or not, please bare with me through this I cannot sleep call if u want, but if u are reading this, just know I love you, period, and Babe Allyson... I love you, and I always will, I will miss you all if I end up in jail, but remember this, watever happens to me, happens to me, I love you all

i bid you farwell,

|BlinDiaN|
Between the two of them, Tess Damm and her boyfriend Bryan, there seemed to be drama, poetry, and an undercurrent of violence and morbidity.

Was Linda Damm an obstacle to all of this, in the minds of the teens? On February 11, 2007, in his "blindian781" weblog, Bryan wrote this short poem:
my baby...

I miss you,
i cant see you
touch you or feel you,
i wish it wasnt so,
but im so far away,
my heart has already broken,
cause i had to depart from you,
im here without you and i hate it,
where are you baby?
where is my love?
I wish you knew how much I love you,
I wish you knew how much I miss you,
I need you...
Tess responded just a couple of hours later:
Baby I miss you too.
More than anything.
I hate you not being here,
And its hard to do everyday things without crying...
I miss you like crazy.
I love you baby.
We'll be together soon!
I'm right here waiting for you baby.
Come home soon.
I love you.

P.S. Your gonna be really happy when you come home! Your wifey cleaned up the house and did ALL the laundry for you. =]

I LOVE YOU!
... And 8 days later Bryan was waxing lyrical about doing things he "shouldnt have" done. A week and a half after that, Linda Damm's body was found in the home, stabbed to death, after the couple and their friends' blatant partying began to alarm and trouble neighbors on West Brome Place.

What happened seems obvious. Someone, perhaps one of the teens, murdered Linda Brome. Then they proceeded to live in the house as if nothing had happened, to indulge themselves at will -- partying when they wanted, turning the block into their playground. Mama was dead, and so was reality.

Bryan, though -- he seemed to come to, here and there. The following is from his last post in his "blindian781" blog. He made the entry on the 26th, two days before he and Tess were taken into custody:
have you noticed...
the screams painted on the walls,
have you seen,
the mirrors on my eyes,
have you heard,
the growth in these veins,
do you know,
what lies beneath the surface,
have you seen,
the meaning of words,
have you heard,
the sounds of meaning,
have you contemplated,
the cause of your pain,
have you thought,
anything less of yourself,
have you overcome,
the passage through this life,
have you done the impossible?
have you been there,
have you been here?
no one,
no one,
is there,
no one is here...
If there were "screams painted on the walls," it seems that Bryan and Tess had something to do with them. And for a time, they just didn't give a damn.

This entry will be updated as needed.

UPDATE

For those of you curious about this case and doing any websleuthing in relation to it -- in my research I noted one mention of Tess Damm on a VampireFreaks.com profile. That doesn't mean she had one, but it's an interesting lead I have yet to follow. The person who owned the profile made it clear Tess was NOT her friend. As the girl with the VF profile stated she was from Denver, the chances are excellent that she was talking about Tess Damm now suspected of having something to do with her mom's murder.

Additionally, it looks as though Tess had ambitions to be a model or performer of some type at one point, but she didn't follow through:

www.tessdamm1.exploretalent.com.

There isn't much to see there save her real age, the fact that she was 5'3" and just over 100 lbs.

I have yet to give out Bryan's last name because I'm not certain I know it. I do believe Tess, Bryan, and perhaps a third person will be charged as adults, though. Think about it. They apparently played house while the murdered body of Linda Damm sat in one room of the residence decomposing.

Truly one of the more macabre crime stories I've encountered in a while.

UPDATE 2

An odd comment is worth noting from Tess Damm's MySpace page. A friend with the screen name "Gwace" left this comment on February 22:
Hey hun. What was with the text message early this morning??

Message me.

Love you...
I found the comment interesting because the text message would have been sent just a day or two after February 19, which was when Bryan posted his poem about doing something he shouldn't have done.

The twist here that has occurred to me, that bothers me, is this: How many in Tess's and Bryan's circle of friends knew that the couple and at least one other person were living in a house where a woman lay dead, and decomposing?

More than one person knew, I'm certain. I imagine the "anonymous tip" that brought police to the home on Wednesday, if it came by phone, was given by a youthful voice.

Incidentally, this blog attached to the Boulder Daily Camera gives Bryan's last name -- Bryan Grove.

This quote is from the Daily Camera, an article published today, written by reporter Christine Reid:
The decomposing body of a Lafayette mother — who had been stabbed in the neck multiple times as long as a month ago — was stuffed in the back of a Subaru wagon parked in her garage when police found her this week, sources said.

The grisly discovery led to the arrest of the victim's daughter, Tess Damm, 15; the girl's boyfriend, Bryan Grove, 17; and his friend, Jared Smith, 16; all who could be charged today in the homicide of Linda Juergens. The three teens attended Centaurus High School...
The mother was moved around, yet police are currently working on the theory that Grove committed the murder without Tess's knowledge. If that is so, why would he be offering to tell friends via IM what he'd done? For he was evidently saying back on the 19th that he'd done something very serious.

A quote from Tess's lawyer is in the article: "She's still very much a kid..."

Not in Tess's mind, she wasn't. A look at her pages and how she referred to herself as "wifey" where Bryan was concerned makes that obvious.

Jared Smith's lawyer claims Smith is more a witness than anything else in this case. If Bryan Grove was telling friends to instant message him back on the 19th to find out what he'd done, there are probably plenty of "witnesses."

I think Tess knew exactly where her mother was, and what had happened.

And she didn't care. If you read the quotes above from her blog and past incarnations of her MySpace profile, you get the idea Tess Damm was possibly even relieved.

UPDATE 3, 3/03/07

Reading the comments left on Bryan Grove's MySpace page is pretty enlightening where the juvenile psychopath named Tess Damm is concerned. Her comments alone make you wonder, like this one, left December 1, 2006: "Ahh... My mom is SO going down lol."

Tess mentions her mom more than once, in fact.

A comment left on this blog entry by "Jay" is also of interest:
I know the couple very well, I've known Bryan since he was in diapers. Tess for the last 5 years or so. Main points:
-Tess is a bitch, always will be always has been.
-Bryan is a sweetheart, he had a hard childhood and has a tendency to cling to anyone who is nice. He has the capability to turn obsessive over things, people. He's mentally ill.
-The bitch brainwashed him. I've known from day one that she was bad news
-Shit happens and even though I've always had less than love for her I would have been the first to tell her that when you're that age, your parents suck. That doesn't mean you convince your boyfirend that you "couldn't possibly live with your mother any longer"
-As long as I've know Bryan he's been seeking to fill the void his mother left, Tess took that and screwed his life over

I live in Tess's neighborhood, her house floorplan is the exact same as mine. Creepy right?

Buying into everything the media has to say can be exciting. But take it with a grain of salt, I'm not at all downplaying the gravity of what they have done.

They're young.
He was my friend.
All of us are lost and confused...
Thanks, Jay. I can't really imagine knowing people involved in such a strange and terrible crime.

UPDATE 4, 3/06/07

This link takes you to a police report about the arrest of Jared Guy, another teen who was recently arrested in connection with this case. Guy was arrested as an accessory. The story told in the document at the other end of the link is both gruesome and surreal. It portrays rootless teens making late-night treks to cemeteries to bury a dead body, only to think better of the idea later and return to bring Linda Damm's remains back to the house on West Brome Place.

Another thing is clear from the police report, which was found via this news piece -- Tess Damm may not have murdered her mother, but the report based on interviews with Jared Guy makes it appear that Tess was fully aware of what had happened and complicit in attempts to cover everything up.

Bryan Grove was remorseful, according to Guy, yet Guy reported that his friend also made this statement at one point, "the house is mine now."

Another note of interest -- Linda Damm may have been dead as long as a month when her body was finally found.

This is one of the darkest tales of suburban noir I've ever encountered.

UPDATE 5, 3/08/07

The Boulder Daily Camera has made the arrest affidavits for Tess Damm and Bryan Grove available online.

Fair warning: Some might consider the details found in both reports to be rather graphic.

Added note: For some of the best ongoing coverage, stick with the Daily Camera's special section:

http://dailycamera.com/news/Ongoing-Coverage/LafayetteMotherSlain/

The Fire, The Professor's Wife, The Mystery, Pt. 2...

Read the first blog entry I wrote about this mystery out of Rhode Island here: "The Fire, The Professor's Wife, The Mystery."

Projo.com, the website for the Providence Journal, has posted an interesting update on one of their blogs about the case: "Firefighters found gas cans in missing woman's home." Quoting from the news blog:

The gas cans were found last Thursday, shortly after 9 p.m., as firefighters tried to quell flames tearing through the home of Joseph P. Matoney, a URI accounting professor, and his wife, Adrianne Lynn Matoney, a former URI employee.

Firefighters also noticed the "strong odor" of a petroleum-based substance, said police Sgt. Joel Ewing-Chow, who asked Judge William C. Clifton to allow police to search the house. Firefighters removed one of the cans and gave it to the police...
One of the Matoney children, Daniel, said 'there never were nor should there by any gas cans in the living area of the residence.'

Adrianne Lynn Matoney's Toyota Camry, found over 20 miles from the home on French Road, bore no signs of a struggle. Additionally, no note was left behind. Matoney's fate is a mystery.

The Matoney family also issued a statement yesterday. It read, in part:
We would like to thank the authorities, our friends and the community for their efforts to locate our mother and wife. We hope these efforts will continue until she is found. We thank everyone for all your support, help and prayers. We are confident you understand our need for privacy during this time...
There is nothing typical about this missing persons case so far. I will update this entry as needed.

The Bank-Robbing Pixies of Acworth, Georgia

Just a few minutes after noon on Tuesday, February 27, 2007, two cute young women walked into the Kroger Grocery store located at 1720 Mars Hill Road in Acworth, Georgia.

One girl was blond, the other a brunette. Both wore large sunglasses and their hair pulled back.

They went to a teller at the Bank of America located inside the store and gave that teller a note demanding cash. The teller complied, and as the girls waited, they were seen on surveillance footage smiling.

The bizarrely fresh-faced women, perhaps no more than girls, walked out with an undisclosed amount of money. A full story about the robbery can be read here, at AJC.com.

I normally try to avoid blogging about a crime where I don't feel I have anything to add to the coverage already done by the mainstream media. However, in this instance, I was struck by the unique nature of the robbery and by an insight that could only come to someone with a performing arts background.

The girls look like middle-class teenagers to me, probably not yet in their twenties. They could have been playing hooky from school or maybe even left a local campus on lunch break. They could also be just old enough to be in college.

From the AJC article it appears that police think the sunglasses may help someone figure out who these two are, but what stood out to me were their clothes and carriage.

Both appear to be in good shape. The blond has a long neck and she and her partner both appear to have good posture. Most of all, the top worn by the blond rang a bell. I looked closely at the surveillance photos today and thought, "they look like dancers or gymnasts." I've rarely encountered a woman wearing the particular type of top seen on the blond robber who was not somehow involved in dance, gymnastics, or at the very least, aerobic fitness.

Young women who have backgrounds in gymnastics and/or dance frequently have been sculpted by the years of training -- not just their muscle tone, but their posture, the way they walk, sit, and move. Seeing how these two walked would tell me with much more certainty if my insight was correct, or not.

The cases I know of where very young middle-class women have committed similar crimes have come from two motivations: drugs, and the need to buy more; the sheer thrill of trying to get away with it. Another insight I had after reading about the pixie-ish bank robbers was that their motivations were likely the latter -- they got the idea, and they went for it. That they might be involved in any pursuit like dance or gymnastics, physical pursuits that require incredible self-discipline, makes a weird kind of sense, if you think about it. Some people build up steam that no amount of rehearsing or working out can alleviate.

As for the dance angle -- there is a dance studio that teaches ages 5 to adult very close to that Kroger. It hasn't been there very long. Rather than pick over nearby high schools looking for the girls, an easy tack might be to just check on older teen students at that dance school. It seems to fly in the face of most everything I know about criminal behavior, but that's why I think the girls were in it for the kicks. I'd imagine the attention being paid to the robbery is either scaring the hell out of both of them, or the biggest charge they've gotten from anything in quite a long time.

Be they dancers, gymnasts, cheerleaders, or just two delinquents who happen to give off the impression they could be one of those, they are now potentially felons. I have a feeling that didn't occur to either girl when they decided to make their noon stop at Kroger that day.

Additional link: The Smoking Gun, as usual, is there.

UPDATE, 3/01/07

In the comments on this entry, "The Drizzle" makes a good point (and uses a very funny screen name -- "dancing is forbidden," you know). The girls could be wearing stock Abercrombie & Fitch-style tops -- not cheap clothes, either. Additionally, I didn't make a big point of mentioning that they could also be cheerleaders, but I did mention cheerleading.

Our local Fox affiliate here in Atlanta is reporting today that Cobb County police do have two young women who match the appearances of the girls in the surveillance photos in for questioning. The girls and an adult male were apparently arrested in neighboring Douglas County. I'll continue updating this entry as needed.

UPDATE 2, 3/01/07

Could it be any more stereotypical? The girls were apparently named Ashley and Heather. They allegedly robbed the bank in collusion with a teller, Benny Allen, and another guy named Michael Chastang. Ashley Miller and Heather Johnson were both 19.

No wonder they were smiling. That was a big clue hiding in plain sight, right there. They were smiling because they were working with one of the tellers. The "barbie" robbers were relaxed because it was an inside job.

At 19, could they be in college, sorority sisters? I'll be interested to find out.

Note, 2/28/07

Blogging has been slow lately for a number of reasons. The main one is a project I'm doing offline that requires research and a lot of thought and planning. The research can't all be done online, either, nor should it be. For example, I spent a few hours the other day at a wonderful historical research center here in Atlanta trolling through microfilm files of 95 to 100-year-old newspapers. My inner history geek sighed blissfully all the while.

And I must admit, there are times even I come close to blogger burn-out.

The news cycle hasn't helped much, either. Crimes that provide an opportunity for thorough online research and some original content have not been prominent in the news, lately.

I do want to point you to Stephen McCaskill's Crime Scene Blog today -- The Bishop, a potentially deadly letter-bomber I blogged about here, now may have a face.

I also want to thank everyone who has sent a donation via the Paypal link on the right. You all don't know how much that means to me, nor how much it actually helps. I can't really thank you enough.

Here are a few things that are coming soon:

-- My second Zodiac entry, which I'd promised to post earlier, but didn't;
-- A review of the Zodiac movie, which premieres March 2;
-- A longer blog entry I'm very excited about doing, one which deserves some teasing so you'll come back and check it out...

For some reason last night I was remembering a conversation, or series of conversations, I had with my brother-in-law. He and my eldest sister, Sherry, have been separated for some time now, but I never had any problem with Richard -- he led an interesting life and in conversation could be witty in a quiet, intellectual way.

These conversations took place about 13 years ago, just after my first wife and I moved back to Nashville from attending school in Knoxville. They were about a former friend of Richard's who'd died in jail, of a cocaine-induced heart attack.

I realized, upon recalling these talks with Richard, that through him I had about one degree of separation from a man who may have been a serial killer. One degree of separation from one of the most interesting crime stories you've probably never heard or read about. When my brother-in-law's former friend died, the man was suspected of at least three brutal, gruesome murders. To top it off, the man's wife had provided him the cocaine he used to o.d. and induce a heart-attack. And she was quite a piece of work, herself.

One funny detail I recalled from talking with my brother-in-law: I may be wrong, but I could swear he said the suspected killer was afraid of my sister. I was even going to title the blog entry "The Killer Who Was Afraid of My Sister," but today I'm thinking I might be confused about that part of what I've recalled, so the entry, when it is done, may have another title.

Either way, stick around for the story. It's tragic, scary, and to me, rather amazing that I had to do so much digging to get additional information about it (outside of remembered conversations I had more than a decade ago).

The Fire, The Professor's Wife, The Mystery...

When the mainstream media seizes on a story like the circus surrounding the death of Anna Nicole Smith and proceeds to chew away like an elderly dog trying to rend a rawhide chewtoy, other potentially fascinating and troubling news stories are overlooked. The following story is definitely in that category, in my opinion...

The house at 19 French Road in South Kingstown, Rhode Island was going up in flames. More than 50 firefighters answered the call to fight the conflagration on the night of February 22, 2007. They were responding to a 911 call from neighbors of the address who heard the University of Rhode Island professor who lived there, Joseph Matoney, calling out, "Help, fire!"

First responders had been told there might be two people in the house, but it was empty. However, Kingston (RI) Fire Chief Nathan Barrington told reporters that there were three different fires set in the Matoney residence. Chainsaws were used to cut holes in the walls as the firefighters waged war on the inferno. In the end, the $300,000+ home was a complete loss.

As the fire died away and snow began to fall, people began to realize that Joseph Matoney's wife, Adrianne Lynn Matoney, age 58, was missing. 1.

Joseph Matoney, a professor of Business Administration at the university, had apparently arrived home around 9 p.m. on the 22nd, having taught a late class at URI. He tried to enter the house, worried that his wife and 28-year-old son, also named Joseph, were inside. The smoke was too heavy, and he was nearly overcome. As he retreated from the fire he saw that his son's and wife's cars were gone.

Around 3 that morning, on a bridge connecting Portsmouth and Tiverton, Rhode Island, Lynn Matoney's Toyota Camry was found. The Camry was locked, and Lynn Matoney nowhere in sight.

On February 23, Lynn Matoney was officially declared missing.

The announcement that Lynn Matoney was a missing person came even as arson investigators were combing through the ruins at 19 French Road. The sheer scope of the fire had clued them in to the possibility that it might have been intentionally set. On the 23rd, representatives of the Rhode Island state fire marshal's office, the Union Fire District, and the University of Rhode Island crime lab were on the scene.

Earlier that day the U.S. Coast Guard and a pair of local fire departments had searched the waters around Portsmouth and Tiverton, spurred by the tell-tale location of Lynn Matoney's vehicle. They'd called off the search, begun before dawn, around 10 in the morning. 2.

The Matoneys were a pretty classic All-American family, according to friends and neighbors. Lynn Matoney went to swim meets with her children, worked with the Girl Scouts. The elder Joseph Matoney taught at URI and also ran an accounting business out of the Cape Cod-style home on French Road. Lynn, according to one neighbor, was great with kids.

A URI spokesperson told reporters that Lynn had also worked at the University between 1973 and 2000. In fact, a cursory search online shows that Lynn Matoney co-authored papers on various subjects, like this one that appeared to be related to toxicology, one of the areas in which she worked. Both Lynn and husband Joe were active, participating in 10k runs and road races, and sponsoring events like the 2004 URI AAR Golf Scholarship Tournament.

Joe Matoney also began teaching at URI in 1973, and he apparently has been a popular professor with media seeking information, quotes, punditry related to his specialty. Evidence from RateMyProfessors.com indicates he is not popular with students, however. In January, 2005, one student wrote the following about Matoney after taking his ACC311 accounting course: "He is evil!!!! Very, Very EVIL. He is absolutely no help at all and gets mad when you ask questions."

Though Joe Matoney's overall rating was poor quality, there were also comments like this one, made in 2004:

Awesome guy. Gets very excited in class, so you'll never be bored. As long as you go to class and do the work, the class is easy and so are the exams. Plus, he scales grades, but doesn't tell anyone about it.
Of course, college students can use the RateMyProfessors.com site to excoriate professors who are actually perfectly decent -- yet Matoney's ratings across 3 years were consistently low.

That may have nothing whatsoever to do with a housefire and his wife's disappearance, however.

Yet the Matoney family spokesperson on February 23 was a former Rhode Island State attorney general, James O'Neil. And read one way, a statement made by the URI Provost and Vice President for Academic Affairs, Beverly Swan, seems a little defensive: "Professor Joe Matoney is a longtime, valued member of the university community. He is a wonderful person, well liked by students and faculty. He has many friends at the university, and they have been reaching out to support him in any way possible (...) This is a tragedy, and our thoughts and prayers are with him and his family at this difficult time." 3.

At the moment, authorities are still seeking information to help them determine Adrianne Lynn Matoney's whereabouts. Though authorities have mentioned "collecting evidence" and cordoned off the burned-out Matoney home as a crime scene, they are not making public statements, yet. It is interesting to note that searches of the waters off Portsmouth will not continue, either. 4.

Interesting because the impression developed from the bare bones of the story is that Lynn Matoney might have set the fire, driven to the Sakhonet Bridge, and jumped off. Or someone else entered the home, abducted her, then set the fire to cover their tracks. Either way, the abandoned Camry on the bridge might lead one to think that whether she was thrown off or jumped, Lynn Matoney went into the water.

At least, that is what someone might want people to think.

Where is Lynn Matoney? What happened the night of the fire on French Road?

It's the kind of thing you wonder about whether you want to or not.

UPDATE

In the interest of balance, I wanted to quote a blogger who knew the Matoneys. I won't link her weblog to preserve some privacy. On February 25 this blogger posted about Lynn's disappearance, and she wrote the following:
One of my mother's best friends from Rhode Island has officially been declared missing after her house burned down on Friday night. Her car was found locked and abandoned near the top of a bridge and there has been no sign of a struggle. I know Lynn has been battling depression for a long time and, due to various health complications, is unable to take medication for it. Mom's scared that Lynn committed suicide, though a search of the water hasn't found anything to support that yet...
I felt this was worth noting because it was the first mention of depression I'd seen in connection with Lynn Matoney. Suspicion naturally falls on the next of kin in cases like this, and it wouldn't be fair to them -- Lynn Matoney's husband and adult children -- if I didn't note this blog entry by someone who was aware of some problem with depression on Lynn's part.

1. "Fire rages at house of URI professor," The Good 5-cent Cigar, the University of Rhode Island student newspaper, February 23, 2007.
2. "Wife of URI professor missing after fire," The Providence-Journal, February 23, 2007.
3. "Fire sparks a mystery," The Providence-Journal, February 24, 2007.
4. "Still no lead on missing woman," The Providence-Journal, February 27, 2007.

The Disappearance of Veronica Guzman

Veronica Guzman, age 19, is missing.

The sophomore at the California State University in Chico, CA was last seen leaving class on February 19, 2007. Neither Veronica nor her vehicle, a green 1999 Honda CRV, have been seen since then.

Veronica lived with her family in Biggs, over 25 miles from Chico State. When she didn't call the evening of the 19th and calls to her own phone went to voice mail, the Guzmans were alarmed.

A task force has been created to look into the nearly-week-old disappearance. The task force is made up of investigators from the Gridley-Biggs police, California State University, Chico Police Department and the Butte County District Attorney's office. Additionally, a website has been created to help in the search for the 5'4" sociology major, and her family is offering a $15,000 reward.

Police have said that they consider the circumstances surrounding Veronica's disappearance "very suspicious."

Typically, that sort of talk from cops is code for suspicion that Veronica was not the cause of her disappearance.

Veronica Guzman's MySpace page reveals an energetic personality and a quirky sense of humor. A portion of what she posted in the "About Me" section:

I'm a stubborn chick, with a wack sense of humor. I like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain... sometimes. Except in Mexico during the summer, cause that rain will kill you! they're like granades or something. You best run for cover from that...

...I was born in Penjamo,Guanajuato,Mexico(Google that and get familiar),raised in Biggs, California to my great luck. 'Cause this is where it's at. If you're in some other state, well I'm sorry. Your state probably sucks, and you wish you were in California.

...I like to make people laugh. I love it when people make me laugh. So tell me a joke. Or fall on your face, that's always funny, sorry but it is. You'd laugh if it wasn't you.or let's watch Reno 911 together...
In her blog attached to her MySpace profile, Veronica once made a list of things she liked. Some of them showed a cheery, silly side:
38-things in black and white: like movies and pictures and dreams
39-ooo dreams are sometimes good
40-things and people that are good
41- Doing things that are bad, just because WATEVER, I DO WT I WANT! Joke, jk
42-i love Lucy... Bewitched was good too. But I don't really love bewitched...
MySpace has become in many missing persons cases a place where people express their worries for the friend or loved one who has vanished. That is certainly the case where Veronica Guzman's profile is concerned. On February 21st the messages began. A friend named Carrie expressed the most typical concerns: "Where did you go? Everyone is worried about you. I'm worried about you. I hope you get home safely and that you are o.k.. I love you Veronica!"

FindVeronicaGuzman.com
has details about what Veronica was wearing when she vanished as well as info about her vehicle. If you think you know anything about her disappearance, the contact page is here.

With wall-to-wall coverage of the Anna Nicole story continuing unabated, it seems unlikely that this particular missing young woman's case will get the exposure it really should receive in the mainstream media.

I sometimes have to remind myself that cases like this are part of the reason I do this kind of blogging. There appears to be no logical reason for Veronica Guzman to have disappeared. It's obvious that law enforcement in the area where she lived and attended school think so.

If you're a crime blogger, consider mentioning Veronica and linking the website set up to help find her. Either way, think about her and her family, and hope they have some answers, some resolution to their mystery soon.

UPDATE, 2/27/07


Sadly, it appears that Veronica Guzman's vehicle and her body were found early today.

The article is short, but it certainly does not give the impression that Veronica was the victim of foul play. It looks more like she had a wreck in a remote area. Her CRV was found upside down in water, and she was still inside.