Cruise to a Kill--The I-70 Killer


		Introduction

	Most people go for a joy ride to see new sights, to anticipate an unexpected encounter to break the dull routine, or to think, clear their mind while pleasant scenery passes and music helps convey them to a state of easiness. Starting in April 1992, a rather scruffy, gaunt man, probably in his early 30s, started his unusual joy rides. The purpose was to find a victim. Predators always look for a specific type of victim. As true of animals in the wilds so is it true among mankind. The victim is a straggler from the herd: the weak, the wounded, the aged, the very young. Predators are always cowards. They want an easy kill. The cougar does not hunt the bear. He knows the bear will tear him to pieces. Among the victims of human predators there have been migrants (stragglers of society), hitchhikers (stragglers indeed), kids at lovers’ lanes and people hiking (stragglers of society for a couple of hours or a few days). Lots of women, lots of kids, lots of little old ladies in their homes. The weak, the stragglers, the infirm. The predator watches the herd and targets his intended kill. In the case at hand, the predator chose an interesting type of victim. In a sense, you might also call them outliers of the herd. Instead of being on a lonely road, they were in the seclusion of a small time business, those small shops we identify with strip malls or little Bohemia. In all but one case they were women, usually young, clerks manning a gift shop. It was not happenstance that these places of business were chosen. The signs they sported, the trade or goods they dealt in, marked them as stores likely to have women clerks. The businesses were easy to access for a traveling killer. They were close to the highway turnoffs and main thoroughfares. Their names and trade were enough to merit the predator’s curiosity. He stopped and checked them out. Murder was the object. At gunpoint, the victims were ordered to the store’s back or storage room. He used an automatic .22 caliber and shot them execution-style to the head. He took a minor amount of money from the till and was gone. That’s essentially it. He didn’t touch them or molest them. He didn’t drag it out and feed off their fear. He just shot them. He drove long distances just to shoot an unarmed, surprised female clerk. I was able to gather enough data to uncover he engaged with a couple of intended victims in the guise of an interested customer. Unsuspecting, the intended victim reached for a sales object and he simply shot them pointblank in the back of the head. This cold blooded killer was never associated with a car. From whence he came and to where he went after his murders no one knows. There is no DNA. There are a few composites. He’s a morbid, lifeless looking thing. He had sleepy eyelids and the dead eyes of a shark. There was a day’s growth of stubble. His hair was light brown/blond with a reddish tint, without a part. He was under 5 foot 10, and thin. His M.O. has almost zero evidence. Added to this is the fact he really wasn’t a serial killer. He was a spree killer. He began April 8, 1992, and he finished May 7, 29 days later. It took much longer than that for police jurisdictions in 3 states to tie the killings together and isolate even a tenuous pattern. Misinformation is kept to a minimum on the web only because there is very little information. The short but horrific crime spree is thinly presented and is mostly just trite regurgitation. For instance, I had to resort to historical context just to definitely determine the origin of one of the few composites of the killer. (I found an old newspaper photograph taken of one of the victim stores. The window of the closed, violated shop of alternative healing products sported a police circular with the composite on the window.) There is very little evidence by which to deduce much, leaving us with very little evidence by which we can induce a few leads and follow them. Very few indeed. I have never encountered such a lack of evidence, even official evidence in the form of publicly accessible documents— i.e. coroner reports. Wichita even checked their archives, and couldn’t find the reports on the victims. Two counties in Texas said no such coroner reports existed for two victims there. Only one was attainable in Missouri. This section of the Quester Files is devoted to this purpose: to gather more data, and to follow it to the predator, a predatory killer who is known merely by a highway number: The Interstate 70. Let us begin— Victim 1: Robin Fuldauer


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