The Snow Killings
The Snow Killings
Inside the Oakland County Child Killer Investigation
Marney Rich Keenan
Jefferson, North Carolina
Library of Congress Cataloguing-in-Publication Data
Names: Keenan, Marney Rich, 1954 author.
Title: The snow killings : inside the Oakland County child killer investigation / Marney Rich Keenan.
Description: Jefferson, North Carolina : Exposit, 2020 | Includes bibliographical references and index.
Identifiers: LCCN 2020023281 | ISBN 9781476684000 (paperback : acid free paper) ISBN 9781476642048 (ebook)
Subjects: LCSH: Serial murdersMichiganOakland CountyCase studies. | KidnappingMichiganOakland CountyCase studies. | ChildrenCrimes againstMichiganOakland CountyCase studies.
Classification: LCC HV6533.M5 K44 2020 | DDC 364.152/320977438dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020023281
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ISBN (print) 978-1-4766-8400-0
ISBN (ebook) 978-1-4766-4204-8
2020 Marney Rich Keenan. All rights reserved
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying or recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Front cover: The body of Kristine Mihelich, the third victim, being removed from a snow bank in the residential community of Franklin Village on January 21, 1977 (Alan Kamuda/Detroit Free Press)
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For Mark, Jill, Kristine and Tim
What John knew and Lloyd could not know was that such deliberate savagery was a thing beyond setting right, beyond the reach of justice, vengeance, forgiveness, or healing. The only right response was despair. One could only embrace the sadness and turn away.
Mark Bowden, The Last Stone (2019, Atlantic Monthly Press)
Table of Contents
Acknowledgments
This book could not have been written without Det. Sgt. Cory Williams, who entrusted me with his lifes work very early on, and who believed me when I told him I was in it for the long haul.
I am also indebted to Barry King for his perpetual open door, his mastery of the facts and astute analysis of the case, from his blue plaid wing back chair by the bay window; and because through him I witnessed firsthand the epitome of steadfast honor and devotion in his pursuit of justice for his youngest child.
Since 2009, Catherine King Broad, Timothy Kings sister and an attorney, has been more than generous with her own extensive records and analysis on the caseoften at great personal cost. Thanks also go to her brother, Chris, for his forthrightness and guidance.
I am grateful for the time and interviews granted to me by all the victims loved ones: Mike Stebbins, Karol and Gerald Self, Tom and Marla Robinson, Deborah Jarvis, Erica McAvoy, Tom Ascroft, Barry and Janice King, Liz Kerr, Cathy Broad, and Chris and Mark King.
I am also grateful to my daughters for their constant cheerleading, their patience when Mom had to accept yet another collect call from a state prison, and for getting me back in the game when sidelined by rejections and setbacks and when Id simply had enough of this often wrenching and maddening subject material. Thank you for shoring me up and for being the adults in the room when I needed it. I love you so much it hurts.
I am repeatedly reminded of my good fortune to have learned from a group of phenomenal journalists while at the Detroit News : in particular, my editor, Judy Diebolt for her special blend of wit, grace and Detroit grit; Rita Holt and Felecia Henderson for their patience and for lassoing me back into to my own lane; and Marty Fischhoff for showing me the ropes.
Were it not for my oldest brother Chris years of moral support, brainstorming sessions at the whiteboard, thoughtful editing, meticulous proof-reading and endearing salutation, Carry on, I might have given up on this project. His love of the dash, sharpened red pencils and admonishments to trust my own voice, are valued beyond measure. I am also forever grateful to my brothers, Rob (thanks for being proud of me), Paul (the check is in the mail, honest), and Peter (I know you are watching over me). My deep appreciation to Jessica Johnson Rich for developing a really outstanding website for me.
I am especially indebted to my friends, extended family and supporters who are no doubt relieved they no longer have to ask how this behemoth of a manuscript is faring. They include: Mary and Tim Binder, Sandra Matthews, Michelle Andonian and Maureen DesRoches. Special thanks to Barb Acho, James E. Stewart, my agent Tom Flannery, and my editor on this project, Dylan Lightfoot.
The person for whom there are no adequate words of thanks in any language is my husband, Chris Keenan. He could probably recite every fact and date in this book verbatim. He has been my parachute, my rock, my patient and steady sage advisor. The reason I say all the time I dont know what Id do without you is because he gives me so many reasons to say it.
Prologue
On a crisp November evening in 2010, the Village Club in Bloomfield Hills, Michigana half-century-old philanthropic and social club of ladies-only membersstarted filling with well-dressed men and women. Most attendees, if not all, were from the surrounding communities in Oakland County, consistently ranked among the top most affluent counties in the country.
Barry King stood by the podium, dressed in a suit and tie, greeting his guests. If he was nervous, it did not show. At 79, with a lifetime spent as a business attorney, he was accustomed to presenting evidence before groups of peoplemethodically, point by point, the momentum building to a crescendo. Tonight, however, was different. Never had the cause been so personal. Never had he been so intensely and publicly on the attack.
As an esteemed member of the bar, Barry King had trusted law enforcement. Now, it appeared he had been strung along for years, lied to and manipulated. He was all but convinced of a concerted cover-up. At best, police were hiding their own incompetence, at worst, malfeasance.
Whatever the scenario, he believed this to be true: police held in their custody the monster involved in the abduction, torture and murder of his son, and three other children, during a 13-month reign of terror in Oakland County 34 years earlier. During that period, while panic enveloped a whole community, they had this demon and had let him go. In the decades since, the suspect had never again surfaced in the ongoing police investigation into the most notorious, unsolved serial child murder case in the country.
It was overwhelming to think of all that lost time, all that evidence gone to dust. That the suspect lived within a five-mile radius of all four victims and had been convicted of rape with a minor four times over was a slap in the face. There was the glaring evidence at the scene of his so-called suicide, the family money that bought silence and lies into perpetuity. To fully and continually grasp that all of this had been either buried or destroyed was to inflict trauma upon tragedy, like the repeated lancing of a wound.