As a matter of fact, I listed a lot of reasons to "unlink" SG and the GB4, but everytime, you ignored it or things got hot on this board. You can look them up in my earlier posts.
Peter,
I've read your posts with interest, and would like your opinion on something.
I've been working on a theory that the serial killer is a duck hunter. This theory assumes:
1) That Shannan died of accidental causes and is completely unrelated to the actual serial killer case.
2) That the GB4 and Manorville are a single killer.
I know you've mentioned that it is uncommon for a SK to change their killing style and manner of dumping, but we don't know the manner of death for the Manorville victims. The manner of death could at least be the same (asphyxiation). Certainly the dump site along Ocean Parkway was identical.
The only connection that I've found between the area between Cedar Beach and Gilgo Beach (on the north side of the parkway) and the specific area of Manorville where Jane Doe #6 and Jessica Taylor were found is duck hunting. Duck hunters have a duckboat festival at Cedar Beach through
www.sswa.org. In 2000, it was held at Gilgo. The area of Manorville where Jane Doe #6 was found is a waterfowl hunting area (she was actually discovered by pheasant hunters).
Duck hunters use buralp bags for building blinds, and its possible that they use these to carry dead ducks in the field.
My questions are as follows:
1) If it is indeed a duck hunter, what is your take on the psychology behind a serial killer "bagging" his prey? What type of serial killer would this make him? A trophy hunter? Mission-oriented? Thrill seeker?
2) I can understand why a serial killer might migrate away from dismembering. Namely, its messy, leaves a lot of evidence, and in the end is unnecessary when your victims are strangers. Between 2000 and 2007, the killer may have evolved (as many do) to believe that as long as nobody ever finds the body, then nature and time will do the task of eliminating evidence.
There seemed to be alot of attention paid to Jessica Taylor in 2003/2004, so between 2003 and 2007 he became refined to the point where he didn't need to dismember his next victims to prevent identification. Rather, he could simply camouflage them with burlap and noone would ever find them.
My question is:
Why do you think he would have dismembered in the first place (assuming that it was meant to prevent identification, which I do assume)? I mean, this guy picks up a prostitute from NYC in 2000 (so the police believe). If Jessica Taylor is any indicator of where Jane Doe #6 was picked up (the Port Authority Bus Terminal), this is pretty much the busiest area for prostitution since Mayor Giuliani cleaned up the city. In other words, its a Red Light district, with pretty much the world's shadiest characters running around all night. Why do you need to obfuscate in 2000 and again in 2003 that the victim came from this area? Did he have an arrest record for solicitation of a prostitute in that area? Was he afraid of electronic surveillance (i.e., video, toll-booth records) that might have tied him to the crime? Or is there some other reason why one might seek to prevent identification of a victim that I'm just not thinking about?
Here's an idea of what the area around the Port Authority Bus Terminal was like in 2000/2003:
http://www.nypress.com/article-6453-best-of-manhattan-2002-manhattan-living.html
Best Surviving Pocket Of Old-Fashioned Midtown Sleaze
"Southport"
Is That a Crackpipe in Mickey’s Pants? We spent much of this past year living right across from the Port Authority on W. 40th St. Those of you still bemoaning the Disneyfication of 42nd St., please believe us when we tell you that the old sleaze hasn’t vanished. We know this from intimate experience. It just got pushed south and west, along 8th Ave. and on several blocks of cross streets between 8th and 9th Aves., the last old-time sleazy *advertiser censored* ghetto area in midtown Manhattan. A hood, one wag friend of ours jokes, that The New York Times and the realtors will soon dub "Southport" (South of Port Authority) when the 42nd St. redevelopment inexorably spreads there.
You want a taste of the old Deuce? Stroll our block of W. 40th between 8th and 9th Aves. after dark. Our building’s immediate neighbors included two *advertiser censored* shops, a greasy Chinese takeout for crackheads, the scariest bodega in Manhattan, the worst fast food joint on the planet and a bar. We passed a dozen more *advertiser censored* shops every day on our walk to work. How many *advertiser censored* shops do you need? Walking home every night we ran a gauntlet of filthy, mean-tempered crackies and drunks, plenty of hoze and lots of just generally bad-looking dudes up to absolutely no good. Every morning, we went out to the lovely aroma left by the bums who’d pissed on our front steps that night. Not to mention the puke in the gutter. Most nights around 4 a.m. we were awakened by the inhuman yowling of the crackies clustered on the parking lot under our window, who’d run out of cash and rock and were coming down loud and hard.
And that’s just our one block. There are several square blocks of good old-fashioned New York City degradation and depravity left in Southport, for you nostalgists willing to go look.
