Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 191 - Serial Killers Leonard Lake and Charles Ng

Episode Date: May 11, 2020

Haven't heard of these two? By the end of today's tale, you'll be shocked that they're not much more infamous. Lake and Ng most likely killed over 25 people in central and northern California in the early 80s. Lake was a former Marine obsessed with preparing for a nuclear apocalypse, taking nude photos of as many women as possible, having sex with as many of those women as possible, and pursuing what he called, “Operation Miranda” - a sick plan based on the novel The Collector, that involved kidnapping young women to imprison and train to be sex slaves. And his murder-buddy, Charles Ng, was arguably scarier than he was. And now one of these men is dead and the other is in prison for life. Find out who lived and who died and how much terror these two inflicted on those around them in a fascinating true crime edition of Timesuck! New standup special and album, Get Outta Here; Devil! out on Amazon, AppleTV, cable-on-demand, Spotify, iTunes, Pandora, and more. We've donated $5,400 this month to Penfed! The mission of the PenFed Foundation for Military Heroes is to empower military service members, veterans and their communities with the skills and resources to realize financial stability and opportunity. To find out more, visit https://penfedfoundation.org/ Watch the Suck on YouTube: https://youtu.be/es4c-FNuRgMMerch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Try out Discord! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna become a Space Lizard? We're over 8000 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits.

big true crime tale today, a serial killer double feature. Two men who very possibly killed separately, one for sure did, and then they joined forces to kill in all likelihood at least 25 people. And probably quite a few more than that in central and northern California in the early and mid 1980s. Leonard Lake was a former marine obsessed with preparing for in nuclear apocalypse, taking nude photos of as many women as possible, having sex with as many of those women as possible, and pursuing what he called Operation Miranda. A sick plan,

based on the novel The Collector, then involved kidnapping young women to imprison and train to be his sex slaves. Lake was obsessed with building a bunker to both imprison these women, and also hopefully survive the apocalypse, he believed was about to happen any day, so that he could then continue to sexually imprison women to be sex slaves after society collapsed. Letter Lake was a complete and total psychopath. And his murder buddy, Charles Ng, was arguably scarier than he was. Charles Ng was an immigrant from Hong Kong who was really good at coming up with paperwork to create new identities for himself, good enough to join the Marines less than a year after

making it to the US. Like Lake, he would also become obsessed with apocalyptic survivalism, and he'd be arrested for trying to steal and smuggle military weapons, then escape and meet up with Lake, who he'd met through another man interested in survivalism. And then when Eing wasn't behind bars, he would help Lake with Operation Miranda, and in all likelihood, also kill and rape and torture a lot of other people. These are two very, very scary dudes. Two men trained in how to use military weapons. Weapons they had large stockpiles of. They weren't afraid to use them on anyone who got in their way, anyone who tried to shut

down Operation Miranda. And now one of these men is dead and one is behind bars in a California prison. Find out who lives, find out who died, learn about all the crazy shit that led up to their arrests in a, how is this story not way more well-known fascinating true crime addition of Time Suck? This is Michael McDonald and you're listening to Time Suck. You will be staying to talk some. Happy Monday, Meat Sacks.

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A tale of two men both twisted and horrible on their own who found each other and together brought even more pain to a lot of innocent people who ended up in their crosshairs in central and northern California. True crime sucks starts now. Yeah, yeah, yeah! [♪ OUTRO MUSIC PLAYING [♪ We don't often end up knowing exactly why certain people do certain terrible things.

They either refuse to admit guilt or, speak to their motives once they've been caught or they do choose to speak to their motives, but obviously lie to try and make themselves look better than they are or maybe inflict further pain on society. With one of today's two serial killers, we know exactly why he did what he did. He put a very candid confession,

you'll hear later regarding his motives on tape that investigators found, a confession that lines up perfectly with what he confessed to other people and what investigators know he did. Leonard Lake didn't care about the wants and desires of almost any other person on earth he didn't care about his victims feelings are just uh... you know needs but they're but they're safety obviously he wanted a sex slave pure and simple he

was are you know arguably a sex addict who didn't have a problem finding women to sleep with but he he wanted more than that you want a woman who would sleep with him who he didn't have to pay to sleep with him who also didn't have to pay to sleep with him, who also didn't have any other expectations from him. Now, he wanted someone to have sex with him when he wanted, how he wanted it,

and then he wanted them just to leave him the hell alone right afterwards. Like Bob Bordello, the Kansas City butcher from a few weeks ago, heavily influenced by the collector. He loved the book that the movie Bob Watch was based on. A book about a man who kidnapped a woman makes her live as his captain in the hopes that she will fall in love with him, except Lake didn't need her to fall in love with him. He just wanted to have a woman who didn't try to escape and understood it was her best interest to satisfy his needs,

you know, whatever those needs happen to be. Nielsen didn't want to work, work got in the way of his sexual desires. He'd rather kill people, steal their money, sell their belongings, and do things like collect their disability checks so they could continue to provide him with money after their death so he could not work and stay focused on Operation Miranda. Kidnapping women, keeping them as sex slaves, the name Miranda coming from the collector, that's the name of the female protagonist in that novel and movie. Lake was evil. He knew he was evil, he didn't care. He only cared about pursuing his desires, the cost others didn't bother him a bit. And he enjoyed bringing Charles in along for the ride.

His bad as Lake was, I think, in was probably worse. Maybe in made Lake feel better about himself. You know, if Lake was bad, at least he wasn't as bad as his buddy Charlie. So let's get to know these two pieces of shit. Let's find out what they did and glean further inside into what may have made them tick in a big old time stock timeline that will cover both from the time of their births to the death of one and the incarceration of the other. Shrap on those boots, soldier.

We're marching down a time, some time line. On October 29th, 1945, San Francisco, San Francisco, France's hospital, Leonard Thomas Lake was born to Gloria Lake, age not listed in any sources, and 21-year-old US Navy sailor, Elgin Lake. And little Leonard was not born to a happy couple. Elgin Gloria argued constantly. Elgin was an alcoholic who constantly got drunk. Still they stayed married long enough

for Leonard to have a little sister, Sylvia, born in 1950, and a little brother Donald born in 1951. And everything was great after that. When a couple was one child, can't stand each other, the best thing to do all the time is to have more kids obviously. That always fixes everything. I know shortly after Donald was born, Elgin bounced.

He left his wife and kids moved to Seattle in 1951 to start a new life and not pay child support. So he was an awesome dude. Leonard clearly had a great role model for a biological father. It's crazy that he turned out the way he did. Abandoned with three small children. Gloria barely managed to scrape by her for the next several months, living in some cheap public housing, constantly worried about how she was going to survive,

and she reached out to Elgin to repair the marriage. They agreed to have her and two of the three kids come up and live with him and Seattle. Not all the kids, just two thirds of them. They continue to make awesome decisions. Leonard had started kindergarten and Gloria decided she didn't want to interrupt the beginning of his education Which is stupid seriously fuck kindergarten No parents should ever worry about uprooting their kids social life when the kid is in kindergarten because it's fucking kindergarten

I went to three different grades schools and two different states between kindergarten third grade No part of me has ever felt sad that I didn't get to remain close with my old kindergarten buddies Oh my old coloring buddies my old kindergarten friends because I don't I don't remember I may have been friends with the kid named Steve, not even 100% for sure on that. Maybe, maybe we may have, I don't know, Red Nervikes once or something. Glory decided to leave her first son in San Francisco to stay with her parents while she and her, you know, in his two siblings or other two kids headed north. Cue future abandonment issues, according to her vague recollection of the event,

years later, Gloria had asked Leonard if he wanted to go with her to Seattle, and he said he didn't. Also stupid. You know, give kidney gardeners choices like that, because their little brains aren't ready to make them. You don't ask them if they want to stay, or if they want to go, you just tell them. Great news. We're going to Seattle, see daddy. Yay! And then odds are, they get excited, because you're excited. You know, little kids are easy to trick because their brains aren't very developed. At the train station, Leonard changes his mind because he's a little kid and he does now shit works. He realizes what's happening and he tearfully begs not to be left behind and it was too

late. Gloria had reserved space only for herself and Sylvia, planning to carry the infant Donald in her arms. If only she could have rescheduled, if only that was possible. No, she doesn't. Leonard pleads hysterically, sobbing and screaming, clinging to his mom's skirt. She leaves anyway. He stays behind with his grandparents. Many think this permanently, emotionally scarred Leonard, but it did. Leonard would never again live with either of his parents,

even though his mother and siblings would return to San Francisco within the year. And Leonard would never fully forgive his mom for being abandoned. For the next several years, Gloria and Leonard's little brother and sister struggle and live in poverty, while Leonard continues to live in the more stable home with his grandparents. How strange. To be separate like that from your siblings and mother,

maybe even more strange because they live in the same city would be so easy to live with them, but you don't. While the sibling struggled sometimes, you know, with not getting enough to eat, sometimes wearing thrift store clothes, sharing a room, Leonard has his own room, plenty of food, new fashionable clothes. He's living with grandma mom and grandpa dad and the middle class Glen Park neighborhood

of San Francisco. And while I would think this arrangement would tend to create resentment of Leonard from his brother and sister, you know, living with less than he had, it actually went the opposite way in the situation. And Leonard would end up looking down on his other siblings for being poor, looked down on his mom for being poor. And June 1956, Gloria Remeries, a 10-year-old Leonard, now has a stepdad kind of. Never lived in this guy's home.

His grandparents were in charge of him. So we never really developed a relationship with a guy who's never named any of the sources, only given the briefest of mentions in his biography His mom and new guy, you know went to have two children together two girls Janet and Patty Now Leonard has two half sisters Only one of which he'll have a real relationship with while Leonard's four siblings three sisters and brother Donnie Struggle and poverty he goes to summer camps full of mountain hikes and takes swim lessons and lives a nice middle class life. In 1960, when Leonard is 14 and his younger brother Donnie is nine, Donnie is struck by

a train. Suffers a massive head injury that leaves him with permanent brain damage and Leonard will never forgive him for it. Seriously, his little brother suffers a massive head wound and Leonard's emotional reaction is fuck Donnie, which that train would have just killed that kid. Mommy always loved him more than me. 14-year-old Leonard, who already wasn't close with Donnie, despises his brother for having a disability for the rest of Donnie's life.

According to half-sister Janet, Leonard just had no use for incompetent people. He looked down on anyone who collected welfare, people like his mom, anyone who he felt wasn't contributing to society enough. He talked often about how people who just took from the system should be punished. As Janet would later recall, Leonard once said that if he could poison the water supply of everyone on welfare, he would gladly do so. And based on what he do later in life, I don't think he was talking shit here. Lake regarded Donnie as a welfare cheater because he collected social security disability payments. Leonard allegedly said of his brother, he's a leech. He'd be better off dead.

Strange statements from a guy who would later kill and steal instead of having to work. Leonard's cousin Chester, nine years younger than Leonard, would also later recall Leonard despising Donnie, as, you know, would many other people when news of Leonard's murder broke years later. Chester would also later recall some animal cruelty in Leonard's childhood. Something that seems to come up quite a bit

in serial killer biographies. He said he'd come visit Leonard when he was eight. Leonard would tour, Leonard would towards the end of high school. And he remembered Leonard having a chemistry lap, where he would use acid to dissolve various materials, just to remember being fascinated with the hordes of mice Leonard collected.

He said Leonard just had a few initially, but they kept just, you know, reproducing as mice do over and over again, and he ended up with too many to count. He had a little world of mice and he was their God. And initially he was a good God. Leonard built a little city for his mice children, a whole mice world, you know, mouse world full of tunnels, castles, mazes, even a little train for them to ride on. Took up most of his room, sounds pretty cool actually.

And eventually, he no longer wanted to live in a room full of mice. The mouse God grew angry, and he decided to smite and destroy his furry little children. He was the asset from his chemistry set to completely dissolve their dead bodies. He would use the asset to burn them alive and unlike a fair amount of kids who engage in animal cruelty and then almost immediately regret it and feel horrible, burning up those mice didn't bother a little Leonard one bit.

The most disturbing thing I came across regarding Leonard's childhood are rumors that either Leonard's mom or his grandma mom encouraged him to take nude photos of his little sisters when they was growing up. No age comes up, but this is mentioned in several articles and in at least one book. Supposedly this was done under the guise of teaching Leonard to not feel shame regarding the nude human body. And as crazy as that sounds, I mean, I can believe it, I guess.

He grew up to become obsessed with taking nude pictures of women like super obsessed that you're going to find out. And he'd take nude pics of grown women and young girls alike when he was grown up. And this introduction to nude photography, what happened in the late 50s, early 60s and San Francisco, when and where social norms were a lot more counter culture than they were in virtually every other place in the nation. If this rumor is true, then another rumor associated with these pictures may also be true that later use these pictures as blackmail against his younger siblings to cause sexual favors out of them. And while

they never admitted to this and neither did any family member, it would not surprise me one bit if this were true. Sex with a much younger first cousin did get brought up at the murder trial of his murder partner Charles Eing after his death. She admitted to having sex with him on the witness stand and letting him take nude photos over. First cousin is an assistant, but it's getting close. His childhood is starting to feel like a Steph Coxkirby routine now. If your mama had five kids and only abandoned you, and you dissolved hundreds of mice in acid and took nude pics of your sisters, and maybe blackmailed your sisters for

sex, and definitely took nude pics of your cousin who you had sex with, you might be a killer. Now let's take a break from exploring the childhood of one soon-to-be horrific pieces shit and travel across the Pacific. Dig into the origin of his future murder partner, Charles Ng, born almost 15 years after Leonard in 1960, the same year Lakes Little Brother Donnie got struck by a train. December 24th, 1960, Christmas Eve, Charles, Cheetah Ng, in is born and at the moment of his birth the devil himself gets the chills and things What the fuck?

Did I just get scared? How? I'm the devil. What the hell is that about? Are those goosebumps? Charles is the third child and first son born in British Hong Kong to hardworking Japanese immigrant and camera salesman Kenneth Ing and his wife Oy Ping. Charles would be the younger brother of oldest daughter Alice and middle child Betty. Kenneth came from nothing and fled Japan after it was ravaged in World War II going from

selling trinkets to American GIs on the streets to get in a sales job for LICA, a German camera company. He traveled for work to provide for his wife three, his mom, his wife's mom and two aunts. They all live together in an apartment. As a children grew, Kenneth worked even harder to produce respectable living conditions for his family. Even ended up buying a car which was a true luxury among Hong Kong residents at that time.

bought a piano so his kids could take lessons. The aims were like the Hong Kong Jefferson's. There were moving on out Outings in the cars picnics good food became an important part of the aimed family routine Early in his life Charles discovered martial arts guru movie star Bruce Lee and he tried to copy the actress moves for the next few decades become a skilled martial artist When his parents wouldn't allow him to have real martial arts weapons such as a, uh, uh, nun, Chaku, you know, nun Chaku sticks, aka nun Chucks, young Charlie made his own, packed tightly twisted paper into a pair of cardboard tubes from paper rolls, towel rolls and connected them with twine to make his little kid nun Chucks. The hard

and the small fist, he filled a claw sack with sand attached to a wall and repeatedly punched it with all the strength he could muster. Cutif I didn't know how murderous and sadistic this dude would be later become from an early age he wanted to dish out some pain. Charles older sister Betty would later recall fond memories of him as related to her brother as you know, or in life, home life's related to brother saying Charles would always prepare snacks for me to come home to after school. Many hot and hubanites, he slept on the top level

of the bunk bed and I below. He would fan me to sleep before himself. That's nice. With a soft giggles, she remembered Charlie's pet, a chicken saying he always looked after his chicken very well, always feeding it with goodies like cheddar cheese. So I guess he had some good in him at some point. Actually, he always would have,

and that's one of the scariest aspects of human monsters. They can be so horrific to one person or to most people, but then be so kind to other people. I think it'd be so much easier to spot, just to deal with psychologically, if they were just full evil. Kenneth worked extra hard to give his children opportunities. He never had, he was able to get all three kids in the private schools. He expected all three kids to honor his sacrifices

by getting good grades. Alice and Betty did live up to his expectations. Charlie did not. When Charles brought home bad report cards, Kenneth punished him severely using a cane to beat him. Obviously, this would be viewed as blatant child abuse today on Hong Kong in the 60s. A good old cane whooping was still somewhat within the range of normal parental punishment, kind of. After a son was found guilty of murder, years later, Kenneth would admit to thinking he had taken things too far with Charles. He said he would actually tie him down for the beatings, so he couldn't escape his punishment. Said he beat him so severely that his wife, Oipine, would beg for him to stop, but he

wouldn't stop because he was so angry that his son continually disappointed him. So maybe dad was pretty abusive actually. Young Charles Ng reacted to this punishment by withdrawing. He interacted with a few people, mainly his sister Betty and a cousin Benny Chong with the people he would interact with. Other traumatic events may have wounded him, even more deeply than the cane beatings. His mom, boy, paying later, he called to such incidents. She said, Charlie loveeng later recalled, too such incidents. She said, Charlie loved pets.

He used to have a chicken, which he raised from very small to over a pound. My mother thought the chicken was very smelly. She suggested to kill it. And when his pet chicken was killed and wound up in a cooking pot, just pretty fucked up. Charles, you know, he presented tears

and retreated to his bedroom, broken hearted. Oipeng also said, and then later on he had a turtle, and he would not let us lock fucked up. Charles, he persented tears and retreated to his bedroom, broken hearted. Boyping also said, and then later on, he had a turtle, and he would not let us lock it up. So the turtle was all over the place in the house. Every day, he would buy fish to feed the turtle. And then Boyping said that the thing smelled. He said it was very smelly, so we wanted to bring it to a pond very far away where Charlie could release it himself.

And then the loss, and he has to do that, has to get rid of it. So the loss of his second pet again really, you know, stresses out young Charles, at least they didn't need the turtle. But someone else may have though, and you probably knew that in 1960s, Hong Kong, turtles would get eaten, if I can left to right, good old turtle jelly powdered turtle shells and bellies boiled for 12 hours mixed with herbs and lotion served up as a type of jelly-like soup, still popular. And then there was a time when he brought home a stray dog and his parents made him get

rid of the dog. And they didn't eat the dog either, but again, someone else may have eaten it. I'm not even joking. Eating dogs was banned in Hong Kong in 1950, but older generations living there still ate the occasional dog in the 60s. So there is a chance. All three of his pets were eaten, which I do have to admit is extremely unfortunate. And now Charles

in his young life is starting to feel like a Steph Cox curvy joke. If your parents killed an eight one year pets and made you get rid of two other pets that also may have been eaten, you might be a killer. Charles faced life without the companionship of any pets with few friends. He spent hours in his room alone and reading. Early on, it also became apparent that Charles was near-sighted, which required him to wear strong, thick, corrective eyeglasses, which did not help him get more friends. Another thing that may have made it difficult for Charles to make friends was the fact that he was a violent, sticky-finkered psychopath at a young age.

In an article for Penn House Magazine, journalist Rick Muffina revealed that Ing's family sought psychiatric treatment for Charles by the time he was 10. After he stole a photograph from a friend's home, Muffina found out that young Charles liked to dish out beatings as well. He'd seek out Western children in parks to assault them. He'd hurl Molotov cocktails from rooftops.

He tried to set various buildings on fire. He was arrested for trying to start a fire. At school, he got in trouble for writing an obscene letter to a teacher about a bunch of, you know, deviant sexual shit he wanted to do to her. And then when he lit a classroom on fire by mixing some chemicals, he was expelled at the age of 15. If you wrote a note to your teacher about how you wanted to fuck her every which way but Sunday and beat up

kids who looked different than you and said a variety of fires in your neighborhood and got kicked out of school for sitting your classroom on fire. You might be a killer. Inks Uncle Rufus as dad's brother and become a teacher and pressed in England on the western coast north of Liverpool and Charles sister Betty moved in with him while attending an English school. And then in 1976, can't have sent 16 year old Charles to England as well to study it. High Bentham grammar school. During the week Charles would live in a dorm on the weekend.

He'd live with his uncle. And after it's a few months, Charles wanted to come home, said his uncle didn't want him. And he was right. Uncle Rufus wanted him out of his house. Why? Probably because he was still a psychopath. He was still stealing shit, causing problems.

He stole 40 pounds from a classmate as an active revenge for ignoring Charles while paying more attention to a different pal and a bunch of other petty crimes and probably a bunch of stuff that he was never caught for. Still determined that his young son, Charlie, would receive an education, Kenneth Aing pushed him to get his high school diploma equivalent, which he did in Hong Kong in 1978 when he was 18. Now, let's jump back to 1963, 15 years back and cover Charlie's future murder mentor, Leonard Lai graduating high school, slowly steadily becoming more and more of a piece of shit, and

then we'll jump back to Charlie 1963 while in high school Leonard would read the collector by John Files John Files would actually testify about the book at Charles Ings Charlie Ings. Excuse me murder trial many years later We talked a link a few weeks ago about the 1965 movie of the same name based on this book the Kansas City serial killer Bob Bridella based on this book, the Kansas City serial killer Bob Bredella. The Kansas City butcher became obsessed with. Quick refresher now, the book came out in 1963 and Leonard read it when he was 17 or 18. The plot follows a lonely, psychotic young man,

Frederick Clegg, who kidnaps a woman named Miranda, young female art student he's attracted to in London, holds her captive in the cellar of his role farmhouse. Frederick holds Miranda captive for over a month, thinking she'll eventually fall in love with him, want to please him. Instead, she gets sick and dies, and he buries her in the garden,

and the book ends with him preparing to kidnap another girl, hoping that she will want to please him. And just like Barbara Delic, I got really turned on by the thought of holding an attractive young woman hostage for long period of time, so did Leonard. He started to masturbate to fantasies, of a young woman he had trapped in the cell, a woman who would fulfill any long period of time, so did Leonard. He started to masturbate to fantasies of a young woman. He had trapped in the cell, a woman who would fulfill any sexual desire of his, a woman available for his sexual gratification anytime he wanted her, a woman completely under his

control. And years later, he will devote his life to what he calls Operation Miranda. Yee! In the spring of 63, 17-year-old Leonard graduates from high school and then in January 27th, 1964, three months after turning 18, he enlists in the Marine Corps. And he adapts quickly to military life. He loves it. He learns how to use chemicals and combat, how to conduct guerrilla warfare, how to use explosives. Marine Corps training gives Lake the opportunity to drive large and small vehicles, provides him with the instructions on how to expertly read maps, field survival techniques, lodge themselves in his memory for future use when he will define himself as a survivalist.

He learns a lot of military jargon, and in the future he'll refer to any project as an operation or ops, projects like killing people, projects like raping people, just ops. Now, not being evil, just knocking out some ops. Just knocking out a little ops here and there. He loves wearing camouflage. He'll wear it often for the rest of his life. After graduating from basic training, he enters complete specialized classes, becomes a radar technician. The court transfers him to camp Lejeune, North Carolina, where he takes advanced courses and aircraft radar work. And I do know North Carolina residents, by the way, that is also pronounced camp Lejeune.

There's a whole fucking debate. I learned about watching a local news YouTube video. On weekend passes and during leaves of absences, or leaves of absence, excuse me, Lake often visits relatives at the home of an uncle who lives in South Carolina. And one of these gatherings in April 1965, Lake is pleasantly surprised when another guest shows up.

Karen Lee Minersman, 18 years old, a daughter of his uncle's friend. She had traveled from Delaware, where she was going to college, where she was majoring in math, homesickness motivated her decision to spend spring break with her parents and while home. She makes one of the worst decisions of her life, and she meets Leonard Lake. As soon as they meet, both Karen and Leonard feel a certain attraction to one another, and before he returns to his marine base, they agreed to correspond by mail. Lake loved. She meets Leonard Lake. As soon as they meet, both Karen and Leonard feel a certain attraction to one another before he returns to his marine base, they agreed to correspond by mail. Lake loved to write letters, holy shit to this dude, love a letter.

You like to diary entry? Mostly you like nude pics, but you also liked to write letters and write in the diary. And because of that, we know way more about him than we know about a lot of serial killers. Leonard and Karen exchanged many affectionate letters during the following months until President Lyndon Jumbo Johnson, former early suck subject decided to send more Marines to Vietnam and Lake was one of those Marines. Leonard Lake arrived in Southeast Asia, not long before Christmas, 1965 spent most of the following year, quote, in country. Then in late 1966, Lake was reassigned to duty in California at the point, Magoo,

naval air station base, just south of Oxnard, north of Malibu, beautiful area. My God, is that area gorgeous driven by this naval air station. I guess not base, technically naval air station. Lots of gorgeous California girls too, but Lake didn't care. You wanted to grow back east 1968 Karen confided in Lake that she was lonely she wrote that she didn't feel very worldly at the age of 20 and that she hoped to find quote someone to direct her. And then she thought Leonard might quote fill the bill and Leonard responded by furiously beating off so many times. He wrote back something to the effect of fuck yeah bro can do can do Karen wanted Lake to

show her the ways of the world and that fed into his Oppenmer operation Miranda type fantasies March 1969 Lake uses leave to seal the deal with Karen flying to Delaware directing her and how to do a variety of shit. This is how this fits in that hole. This is how it goes and this one. This is where you put your mouth when I stand here. You stand on your hands in that corner and face the window and then I stand in front of you and do jump and jacks while you stick your tongue out that stand here, you stand on your hands in that corner and face the window and then I stand in front of you and do a jump in

jacks while you stick your tongue out, that kind of stuff. I'm not sure exactly what they did. Lake proposed marriage. Karen accepted. She accompanied him back to California before the month was over. They were married. When it was 25, she was 20. And for the first few months, things were great.

And then she got weird. This pattern will be repeated in a lot of Lake's future relationships. Lake started a joke because it fell in Marines about selling Karen's body to them after a few months of marriage. She tried to laugh it off at first, and then she got the feeling that he was serious because he was serious. Lake Constell wanted her to wear more revealing clothing, get pressure in her to try kinky and kinky or stuff and bad.

He started becoming more domineering, treating her not like a partner, but an object to possession. Luckily for Karen a little over a year into marriage, late left. He volunteered midway through 1970 for a second tour of duty in Vietnam and Karen went to go live with his grandparents. In the green hell of Vietnam later, would later say he really enjoyed the experience. He also may have lied his ass off about his Vietnam experience. He'd boast of killing a lot of people when he got back and said that the toughest thing he had to do over there was zip up all the body bags, you know, all the people he killed. According to his records, he didn't see any action, like absolutely none, like not one firefight, nothing. He served as a radar technician stationed in Denang where he repaired radar machinery

and was never involved in any battles. He also lost his shit in Vietnam, literally and figuratively becoming convinced that his wife who was living with his grandparents again was cheating on him all the time. She wasn't. He got so worked up thinking about it. He saw military mental health expert who diagnosed a serious condition of impending schizophrenia along with hysterical neuroses and recommended that Lake return home to undergo psychiatric treatment in a hospital. And he was shipped back to California at the end of 1970. A psychiatric evaluation resulted in Lake being declared a danger to himself and to others, nailed it. And he spent the better part of two months in

the hospital's psychiatric ward, and his two buddy couldn't have spent the rest of his fucking life there. Karen would later recall a bizarre incident during Lake psychiatric confinement. She said that Lake invaded a storage area one night to steal government property, failed to find the object of a search, which sent him into a deep depression, and he blamed his failure on an attack of diarrhea. I told you he lost his shit, as well as referring to. He returned to his bed, began eating all the chocolate he could find because he thought that chocolate caused constipation. And if he became constipated enough, he could return to the storage area and carry out his original mission without shit himself again. And the doctors, when they found out about this, they were, you know, concerned.

They performed further psychiatric examinations, recommended that Leonard Lake be discharged from the Marine Corps for medical reasons, which he was in January of 1971. And now let's jump ahead eight years. Let's reconnect with Charlie, who was just graduated high school, right back in Hong Kong, and continue with his life until he is also done with the Marine Corps. And from that point, it won't be much further along until their timelines are intertwined. 1979, Charlie's parents consulted his aunt Alice, who had moved to San Leandro on the east side of the San Francisco Bay.

She agreed to let Inng live with her and attend Notre Dame College, a small parochial school in the Bay's West Side. With a student visa, Charlie arrived in the U.S. in early 1979. Zon taught him how to drive that summer, Ying bought his first car, which he actually wouldn't use very long,

because he wrecked it three times in like a week. He started taking the bus. And when school started Notre Dame, he moved into a dorm room. He last about a month there before dropping out. So, interesting start to his US experience. Then, in October of 1979, without informing any of his relatives, he marches into a US Marine Corps recruiting station two months before his 19th birthday, and he enlists.

Wasn't supposed to be able to do that. Since it wasn't a citizen, but he was somehow able to claim he was from Bloomington, Indiana. Being with later claimed that the recruiting sergeant helped him fake documents needed to prove citizenship, not sure if that was true. Charlie enjoyed his experience, enjoyed boot camp, passed with flying colors, advanced infantry training at Camp Pendleton, North of San Diego taught him how to proficiently use a variety of guns. The whole process ignited an interest in the ability to survive nearly any challenger hardship.

Like Lakewood do, after he left the Marines, Charlie began to read publications on the subject of survivalism and to seek out other men with the same interests, a path that would later lead him to Leonard Lake. A fellow Marine, Ray Guzman recalled that Eng was a loner at Camp Pendleton who often kept to himself, making few friends during his six months there. He also recalled that Charlie liked to practice martial arts, and then he would show off by asking someone to hold a pencil at face level, and then he would kick the pencil from the person's grasp upon completion of his training at the sprawling base in Southern California. Lance Corporal Eng was assigned

to the first battalion, third marine regiment, weapons company at the Marine Corps Air Station, Kanye, Kanye, Kanye, oh hey, Bay, Hawaii. That's tricky one. Kanye, oh hey, Kanye, oh hey, Kanye, oh hey, Bay, Hawaii. Located on Mojapu Peninsula, the base was the home of 5,000 Marines. They can receive training as an egg gunner. He helped the lead gunner and the team operation of anti tank of an anti tank missile device. Intensive practice sessions designed to prepare the team for combat involved carrying the ammunition, helping to set up the weapon, assuring the lead gunner safety during his vulnerable process of zeroing in on the target. According to Hugh Dottrey, Charlie's team leader, he did great. David Burns, a sergeant during Inx tour of duty in Hawaii, saw him almost daily and rated Inx as an outstanding weapons handler who was a Marine of quote the best order.

He also remembered him to be a quiet loner who sometimes practiced martial arts in the barracks. Dr. He said, I never saw him drink you drugs chase women. He was usually alone even when I bumped into him on leave. The quiet loner got to keep your eye on the quiet loner. Wait a minute, I'm actually off in the quiet loner. I'm not doing this. Shit, just that.

Hey, forget about it. Don't worry, don't worry about it. I'm about to, for you know what I said. And I also turned to January 1971 after Leonard Lake has discharged from the second tour of duty in Vietnam for psychiatric reasons. By the end of this little stretch,

we'll be pretty close to joining these guys. January of 1971, Leonard Lake is out of the facility. He's no longer eating tons of chocolate, the plug his butt up so we can steal stuff. And he's back with his wife, Karen. He's the most stable he'll ever be again. Within a few days of his getting home, Lake and his wife, Karen, looked for a place to settle and buy home in San Jose as a lower tip of San Francisco Bay back when young people who didn't have wealthy parents who weren't, you know, IPO millionaires could buy homes in Silicon Valley. According to Karen, the first few weeks were fairly normal and both she and Leonard enrolled

at West Valley Junior College to prepare for the future. Lake looked for a job and found a bunch of temporary ones. For a while, he drove a truck for a veteran's organization. He worked as a laborer for a bit. Couldn't find anything that paid much more than minimum wage and the couple had money problems. And then we continued to have money problems after this. Mostly because he didn't like to work. He didn't enjoy a regular job.

He felt a day job with beneath him. So he came up with a brilliant solution to avoid having to work. He just thought, why can't Karen, Karen, his new wife, dance at a local Thomas bar, boom! Problem solved! Karen made great money. The two of them live happily ever after. When in doubt, take those titties out and dance. It always works. You can't lose doing that. A non-reality Karen at first was offended and rejected the idea, but Lake was pushy and persuasive.

Soon she reluctantly auditioned and was accepted. And then she was working 45 to 50 hours a week, dance for dollars. And while she worked, Leonard stayed at home and relaxed. He fucking won. He figured it out. He lived leisurely and he started growing in an organic garden and, you know, and filling around his wife. He's fucking champion, right? I mean, really. No, he wasn't. He also, you know, became a super controlling again, began to administer what he called controlled beatings of his wife. He would first strike her lightly to the face with his open hand and later use his fist. He asked her if she liked it. And then they'd have sex.

The beatings were his idea for play. Karen was not into them. Like also took all the money Karen made. She worked, he controlled the finances. And then he started taking a lot of nude picks to Karen, dude. Loved a nude pick. He filled an album with revealing photos of his wife.

And this is just the beginning. This is the beginning of adult, lake's nude photo taken. You're gonna get so sick of hearing about all the nude pics he takes pretty soon. Lake also starts suggesting they meet another couple, swap partners. Leonard, he also starts getting paranoid. He gave the phone company a fake name so they couldn't look him up. He said it would help them screen out, you know, telemarketers. Karen also said that Leonard insisted around this time that she read the collector.

The only book he would ever pressure her to read. He told her it was special. It was different than any other book. Uh-huh, psychopath. Not long after Lake had made an album of nude photos of her, Karen found out that her husband, him, and he used his free time to take naked pictures of a lot of other women.

While she worked the strip club, he was at home banging random ladies and taking nude pics. So basically, married life is going great for Karen. And then in November, just 10 months after he'd been discharged from the Marines, an incident at the strip club leads to the end of Karen and Lakes Young Marriage. Karen has been walked to her car after her shift,

you know, by a strip club customer. Leonard pulls up, sees her walk with another man, becomes furious, assumes, you know, that she's cheating. Says he's gonna throw her out of the house, you know, it's one of those guys only I can cheat. And he's going to throw out of the house. He's one of those guys, only I can cheat. He's going to throw out of the house, the place where her income pays their rent. He peels out by the time she makes it home, all her shit is on the lawn. She loads what stuff she can fit into her car, sleeps in the car that night.

When she goes to work the next day, Leonard breaks into her car, takes most of her stuff, gets rid of it. She finds a new place to stay for weeks. Leonard would routinely break into her place while she was working and do weird shit like poor acid under her clothes just to destroy her clothes. He'd call her, you know, random hours, tell her what she was, what she had done that day, let her know that he knew what she was wearing, who she had visited. He wanted to know that he was watching her. He'd call and leave threatening messages on her, on her answering machine.

After months of harassment, Leonard finally moves on and Karen divorces him in early 1972. He watched her, he'd call and leave threatening messages on her, on her answering machine. After months of harassment, Leonard finally moves on and Karen divorces him in early 1972 and Karen, when she would later hear what Lake did, I imagine had to feel super thankful that Lake tossed her shit out on the lawn. She got off very easy in comparison to other women who would meet Lake in the future. Leonard's half-sister Janet later recalled Leonard cried when he found out that Karen had divorced him. She said it was the only time she had ever seen him cry and she thinks this is when his hatred of women truly began. I think it was much earlier. How

was he crying in the situation? Why did you do this to me? I ever did was beat her and talk and just stripping and not work and never looked for a job and take a new pictures of other women I was sleeping with when she was at home. Did he leave me for that? I'm the only good guy. He's a piece of shit. He's a piece of shit in 71. He'd only become a bigger piece of shit.

His time went on. After his divorce lake, it's evicted from his place and he can't pay rent because he doesn't have a job. He has some couch surfing. He stays with various relatives, including his grandparents, and then he puts out a personal ad in the Berkeley Barb. 1972's version of Match or Tinder. The Barb was a big counter-culture newspaper,

one of the nations first, and in late 1972, 28-year-old Jennifer Gordon responds to his ad, you know, just like a hook-up ad by October of 1972, they had two or Dayton. Gordon later recalled at first, he was like someone you see in the movies. Sweet, gentle, caring. He seemed concerned like someone you'd really like to know.

Within three months, the intimacy turned in Jennifer's words, kinky, bondage and swinging. Eventually, late convinced Jennifer to earn money for them through prostitution. She'd later say she agreed to do that to make him happy. Taylor Hells are from the children of ThunderCulf from two weeks ago. Man, he'd be pissed to read, to do that, to make him happy. Taylor Hellsler from the Children of Thunder Cult from Two-Hicks Go, man, he'd be pissed to read this. What? He actually got her to work as an escort for him. Listen, two years back from now, I tried so hard to get any woman

to work as a proctor for you. I offered them fucking vision, they're dental, nothing. Lake also took a shit ton of nude photos of Jennifer. Three albums worth of nude photos. Jennifer also helped convince a few of her girlfriends to pose for Leonard's camera as well, so he'd fill up some other books. She'd later say that Lake even took nude photos

of her while she was asleep. She just couldn't get enough. Just taking nude pictures of her day, during the day, taking nude pictures of her friends, she followed the sleep, she'd take us more pics. Despite Jennifer doing whatever Lake asked of her in bed, despite her pain in the bills through prostitution, she still wasn't satisfied

and then when uh... lake or you know or when she decided Jennifer decided to give up prostitution she said Leonard became irate we argued a lot the relationship started getting rocky Jennifer realized things just weren't going to last when Lake started talking about snuff films she said he confessed he wanted to make a movie where two people were having sex and then one of them kills the other during climax. Lake told her he thought this would be the ultimate sexual high. And when she told him that wanting to do things like that could put him in prison, he told

her that if he was ever arrested, he would escape the consequences by killing himself by taking cyanide. Years before he would eventually be caught, he is already planning his escape. After some snuff film talk, Jennifer somehow doesn't leave Lake. This is already planning his escape. After some snuff film talk, Jennifer somehow doesn't leave Lake. This is bad, bad call. Always leave when your partner says that what they really like to do in bed is kill their sexual partner so they can, so they can come harder. I should always be a deal breaker. The two argue and fight constantly in the spring of 73 and then in June, the day after Jennifer is worried that Lake is going to kill her.

After he's pinned her to the floor after an argument she finally moves out. And late 1973 Lake continues to develop more and more dark sexual fantasies most of them revolving around having a sex slave. He starts to think a lot about the end of the world. He's super stable. He thinks the world is likely going to end in a nuclear holocaust and he thinks that to survive it he has to get out of the city. He needs to get out of the country where he can rely on his Survivalist training to survive It begins to dream of building a remote apocalyptic bunker someplace where he can wait out the initial period of nuclear radiation by having protective gear filtered air supply tons of water lots of provisions and he starts to scope out

Eukaya, California about 130 miles north of where he lived in the city. And then one day, he just leaves. He just grabs what few possessions he has, gets in his car, drives up to the 12,000 person town, 12,000 people then, to start a new life. In the suck first, if you have an incredible memory, you may remember Yukaya from the Jones town massacre suck, that we did three years ago ago back in May of 2017. I can't believe it's been three years since we did that topic. Jim Jones had read an article about Yucaya being a top 10 place to ride out a nuclear apocalypse and had moved 140 Jones town, Colt followers from Indiana to the Redwood Valley

just north of Yucaya in 1965. Jones would establish a socialist compound there and followers of his would stay there until 1974 leaving the area when Guyana down in South America became the new primary compound. Jones would establish a socialist compound there, and followers of his would stay there until 1974, leaving the area when Guyana down in South America became the new primary compound. In late 1973, when Leonard Lake moved to the area, Jones and his people temple followers were splitting time between San Francisco and Yucaya, and I'm sure Lake knew of them. I sailed us to establish that the area in and around Yucai was used to different kinds of people moving in and living in new ways by the time Lake got there.

The following year, 1974, the Dharma Realm Buddhist Association purchased the defunct Mendocino State Asylum for the Insane and began building the city of 10,000 Buddhists, the largest Buddhist community in the Western Hemisphere on nearly 500 acres of land, a theistic city with housing for monks, dining halls, educational centers, all kinds of stuff. So, Yucaya had all kinds of different, you know, different kinds of people living in it. Lake founded a job at a government-funded firm that renovated low-income housing, quickly worked his way up to becoming a crew leader, supervising a crew of other guys. He also enrolled nearby Mendocino College, taking classes in animal sciences, meet cutting. He learned how to use kitchen knives and carpentry sauce,

how to expertly slice through bone and flesh. Could have helped him later when he disposed of bodies. He convinced college staff to let him teach and as an adjunct professor, teaching a wilderness survival class. He lived in a cheap, paid by the weak motel before moving into what locals called the ranch. Let's talk about the ranch for a little bit.

The western rise of the coast range mountains, the cast shadows over in Yucaya early each evening. A winding road ascends just north of town towards the area of the former People's Temple compound. A 10 mile drive through lush forest leads to an unmarked road that leads to the ranch. The ranch is difficult to find and the people who lived in the hidden hills and valleys like it that way. I guess the ranch was hard to find.

Not totally sure if it's still around. It was founded in 1970, a rural ecological paradise for people who wish to escape pollution, noise, traffic, and social restrictions. You know, there's a lot of nudists and swingers live in there. The ranch consisted of 5,000 acres or approximately 9 square miles, originally 200 families, bought parcels of the ranch varying from 40 to 200 acres of the undeveloped land. Electric power for the scattered rustic houses, cabins and mobile homes was generated by solar or hydro-powered sources, water came from wells, pumped by windmills or up or

no from creeks, shared by all, no telephone cables or other utilities mucked up the landscape. There was a common area of 400 acres that included a large barn with a ranch house, upon a school. Roads on the property were maintained to the labor of the residents funded by the community.

The ranch land is, so it's kind of like a compound communal living type experiment, but you get your own spot, but it's also very communal. The Ranch Landowners Association drew a by-laws prohibiting the use of pesticides or firearms. Generally, the people who chose to live on the ranch were hippies, who respected Mother Earth, resisted anything that might pollute the land, water or air. These were people who went by nicknames like Otter, Zephyffer, Beaver, Morning Glory. They celebrated the summer solstice

by Donnie Medieval Costumes, Dantin, and Singing, Skinny Dippin' in a Creek. And you know what? Good for them. If you wanna, you know, be called Otter and live in a nudist environmentalist compound of sorts, what could feel? For the right person, I'm sure it was awesome.

I mean, I couldn't do it. I couldn't call people Beaver and Morning Glory in Kiba, Strayface. I'm too much of a sarcastic asshole. I just couldn't, I couldn't do it. I couldn't call people beaver and morning glory and keep a straight face. I'm too much of a sarcastic asshole. I just couldn't, I couldn't live that life. Hey, beaver! How's the windmill coming along? Looking good in that gesture hat, medieval leggings are bud.

Hey, you want to come over tonight and drink some meat? Howl with the moon? Swap wives? Ah, come on, Mattata, my friend. One person who did love the ranch was Venus Salem, a single woman in her 30s, one of those 60s flower power kids who wasn't ready to move on from the 60s. Venus bought an appartus on the ranch in 1970, worked to improve it while she continued to live in Yucaya, earning her living as an occupational therapist by 1974.

Venus had about ran out of money. She wanted to upgrade the cabin she'd built and planned and orchard, but she needed help. And then she met Leonard Lake. It's some sort of hippy festival, with the two probably talked about summer solstice magic and holistic medicine and light therapy or shit. The Venus told Lake about her cabin and her wishes to improve it and Lake knew a free ride when he saw one. He offered to do all the work for six months in exchange for living for free on the property.

At first, Venus found Leonard charming and helpful, and they became romantically involved. And then he showed her his nude photo albums, and asked her to take some nude pics. Classic lake! Like being lake. She didn't care for it. How the fuck do you bring that up by the way? A bunch of nude photos of previous partners.

Damn baby, God you look sexy. Seriously, fuck you look good. Hey, yeah, we should take some pictures of you naked. I mean, you could be in playboy. You have a great body. It's not a big deal. No, oh, no, lots of women take naked pictures like my ex-genrefer. Hey, check out this, uh, these photo albums. I have these three photo albums of my ex-genrefer. Check out this pic with her with some dude who uh who paid to fuck her while I watched uh oh oh and look at this uh pick up my ex-wife Karen uh she had just gotten home from the strip club. Hey hey why are you why are you upset Venus? What? I'm not supposed to look at all these photo albums of naked pics of women I'm not supposed

to have 47 photo albums of fucking women I used to screw around with naked. Okay. Oh, did not read you for a socially and sexually unliberated prude Venus. In addition to showing her nude pics of women he used to date, let her also told Venus his mom abandoned them that he hated his brother Donnie. Donnie was a piece of shit who mooched off their mom. He wished he could kill Donnie. He tells us to a lot of people.

It's a weird thing that Concy talked about. He also told her he was excited for what he called his Miranda project, but he didn't give all the details. So he wanted to build some type of refuge for people driven from the cities during the coming environmental collapse that he convinced her was very possible, if not probable. You know, but he didn't want to refuge. He wanted to fuck down to it where he could rape and torture women and make snuff films. He began to dig a giant pit on Venus' property for his Miranda project.

Venus later said, Lake started to get mean. Was there a few months into the relationship, started criticizing her all the time, started to alienate her from her neighbors. When she finally got up to courage to confront him over his terrible behavior, he became enraged, pushed her off a ladder. Argument settled. Oh, sorry. What were you saying?

Again, Venus. It's hard to hear you ever since I pushed you off the ladder. Venus won on him gone, but he refused to leave and instead he offered to buy her interest in a property. He made her a terrible offer, but she took it just to get rid of him. She might have saved her own life by doing so. So now Richard owns her ranch property and he quickly became a huge headache for the rest of the ranch community that never wanted him there. A neighbor would later recall a meeting letter around this time and she said he creeped her out when he brought up his albums and nude photos and said like, said that he would like to take some nude pics of her classic lake. Right? He doesn't fight. He doesn't waste time bringing up the nude photos in the albums. Hey, name's Leonard, nice to meet you. I live here now. Hey, you take nude photos? I'm a photographer. And if you're not busy, I was thinking that you can take your clothes off and I can snap. Where are you going?

Oh the fuck, I thought this place was supposed to be one such cool nudist, not about to Debbie Downers. And another instance, the same neighbor said Lake saw her 10-year-old daughter playing outside and hinted that he wanted to take pictures of her as well. Nude pictures. I picture this dude literally asking to take nude pics of any woman or girl he meets just everywhere. You know what I mean? Is this the grocery store? No, I'm paying cash, yeah, paying cash.

Yeah, you know, I can throw in a few extra bucks. If you, if you wouldn't mind just, you know, quickly get naked, I can take some pics of you. You know, he's holding the door open for some senior citizen somewhere. You're welcome. Love to take some nude pics, if you ever have time. You know where I'm at, take care.

Plain for a job as a school bus driver. Hey, as long as I'm not on the clock, can I use the bus for group photos of nude kids? Show myself out. Okay. Lake sketched his neighbor out further when he referenced Operation Miranda and spoke of a nude-ser-apocalypse.

He also said worst case, if he couldn't survive the nukes, he's not gonna suffer because he'll just take the sign-ide pills that he always carries around. He told her, I carry death in my pocket. He's fucking crazy. This is still the beginning of this shit. Basically for the rest of the story, Lake will talk about nude photos, cyanide pills,

and a nuclear apocalypse and Operation Miranda to everyone he meets. A guy who worked on one of Lake's crews around this time, remembered Lake talking about Operation Miranda as well, said he also brought his photo albums to work so he could show his co-workers, said he was constantly talking about sex. Of course he was. Shortly after Venus left, Lake threw a new party to his house to the ranch, food drink no clothes. Also to build his future sex dungeon, he started stealing shit from work. He started ordering more construction supplies that were needed for the job, and they would take home excess building materials.

He'd use the machinery from work like the bulldozer to work on his apocalyptic bunker. He also let a local 18 year old dude, Bobby Barnes, living a little one room cabin on the property in exchange for Bobby working for him, excavating, you know, and doing other jobs, you know, digging holes and whatnot. Bobby would later recall Richard talking about how much he hated his mom. I wanted to kill Donnie. And he showed Bobby his nude photo albums and talked about Sinai. He had all the fucking major lake points.

I picture him with some people like, hey, did I talk to him about Sinai yet? Okay, hey, hold on. I fucking, I'll kill myself before, you know, Pogelips gets me, you hear what I'm saying? Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, just wanted to get that. Make sure I clear that out. You know, apocalypse gets me, you hear what I'm saying? Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, just wanted to get that. Make sure I clear that out, you know, I just, I get anxious if I haven't showed you new picks, try to take new pictures of you, talked about cyanide or reference the nuclear apocalypse. Bobby would later remember Lake not getting along with any of his neighbors and he talked

about how if any of them trespassed onto his property, he would not hesitate to shoot and kill them and bury them in one of the pits he'd dug. Mike was not kidding when he said this, he was a psychotic neighbor. kill them and bury them. One of the pits he'd dug. I was like, was not kidding. When he said this, he was a psychotic neighbor. He would do exactly this in the future. Bobby's 18 year old girlfriend came to stay with him for several weeks, you know, stay with Bobby. And her 19 year old friend Gina Travers came along to visit numerous times and Lake, of

course, talk to the girls about, you can guess it. Sinide pills, poccolops, Operation Miranda, and he showed him nude photo albums, try to fuck them and try to take nude picks of them. He did talk Gina into taking some nude picks. She later say she immediately regretted it. When numerous ranch residents were later interviewed about Lake after his arrest and subsequent death, it would universally talk about hating his fucking guts.

These open-minded people, many of them nudist and swingers thought he was a dirty creep and asshole, and that's saying a lot. Lake constantly broke the ranch by-laws. He wasn't supposed to use bulldozers to excavate the land. He wasn't supposed to use firearms, but he shot his guns all the time anyways. He constantly said creepy shit about the women in the girls living there, skewed everybody out, but almost no one confronted him because they truly believed he might kill them if they did, and they were right to think that. in the middle eight seventies lake was constantly trying to get more photos for his albums not just from women at the ranch but from other area women girls as well like Cindy Morgan.

The spring in nineteen seventy nine lake took some photos of a sixteen year old Cindy whose mom wanted portraits of her daughter with sir Lancelot a goat a neighbor of lakes had that's this happy dude named ot, he'd attached a single horn to, or kind of like meld to the goat's horns, and this bizarre surgery, you can see pictures of this thing online. Otter apparently, he figured out how to turn a goat to a unicorn and everyone around you

kind knew about it. Which does sound like something, exactly, this is like something that somebody named Otter would do. What's working on Otter? Just trying to turn this goat into a unicorn. Sounds about right. Take care.

Good luck otter. During the photo shoot, when Cindy's mom stepped away, Lake Astor, if she'd like to take some more adult photos, aka Newtie pics. She said no. Then for weeks, Leonard started showing up at places around Yucai, where Cindy would be, hitting her up for those picks. He was fucking obsessed. Eventually she agreed, later she said she agreed just to get him off her back.

Ridiculous. They met in a warm afternoon and isolated spot by the Russian River. Lake shot several roles of film and she's lucky she made it out of the forest alive. Lake also had been hitting up Darleen Davis for nude photos. Since 1977, when she was 13 Leonard befriend her parents in 1977 and he soon offered her rides on his three wheel ATV and she accepted and for some reason her dumb fuck parents let their 13 year old daughter go for rides alone into the woods with the dude everyone knew was a perv who was constantly showing everyone

nude photos of women he'd you know previously slept with. December of 1979 Lake invited now 15-year-old Darlene to sneak out of her parents' house, meet him at his cabin. She does, and the 34-year-old takes her virginity. He also soon convinced her to, of course, pose nude for a series of photos, and he starts trying to talk her into group sex. The two continue to have a secret

off-and-off sexual relationship for years afterwards. Lake even gave her a necklace with, check this out, sign out capsule in it. Aw, weird. Case the nukes started dropping, but she refused to wear it. 1980, Darleen's parents finally woke up to what was happening with Lake and their daughter and sent Darleen to a boarding school.

The two would continue to stay in touch with Lake riding her often. Around this time, when Lake wasn't busy fucking her taking nude photos of local teens, he was focused on his survivalist training. Why has this been coming up so much lately too? I swear I had no idea that dude was a prepper when I picked this topic. Lake put an ad to meet other survivors in the back of soldier of fortune magazine. He was an alias Tom Myers to maintain anonymity. And he met a 21-year-old soldier named Mark Novak,

stationed in Fort Lewis, Washington, a man who would soon lead him to his future kill buddy, Charles Ng. Novac stayed with Lake for a few days of the ranch, heard all kinds of stories about what a badass Lake had been a nom, about his prowess with women, all kinds of stuff. He saw Lake's photo albums. He'd later characterize Lake as a shit talker, and after three days Novac left, he never returned, but he did keep loosely in touch with Lake. After Novac left, Lake got quickly back to creeping U-Kai women to fuck out. He tried talking a lot local, young, cute shop owner named Pamela into some taking some

nude photos with him when she wouldn't take any pics. After looking at one of his albums and seeing new girls as young as ten in it, he approached her younger sister Tracy. And then Tracy's boyfriend, a member of the local sheriff's posse, found out about all this. It made it clear to Lake that he would fucking end him if he didn't leave everyone alone. So he did. He left those girls alone. So yay, Tracy's boyfriend.

World needs more men like him. If only he would have ended Lake. Also around this time, Lake steals a bunch of his neighbor's shit during Lake's extended residency on the ranch. Other members of the community suffered a mysterious rash of a lot of burglaries. Number of power tools disappeared, chain saws, and yukia throughout Mendocino County. A lot of rifles, handguns, and ammo would be stolen when Lake was around. Demolition firm even lost several boxes of dynamite.

Then in late summer 1980, Lake met the love of his life at a Renaissance fair in Marin County. Just north of Golden Gate Bridge. Carolyn Cricket-Balaz. Perfect. First Venus, now Cricket. Oh man. He didn't live a boring life, given that. She actually sexually made his match with Cricket. Cricket was bisexual, had no qualms about fantasies

of sharing their bed with another woman, using sex toys, participating in bondage and domination. Cricket also loved posing for his cameras. When he took her to his house of the ranch, he loved the isolation and natural setting. Despite declaring his love for cricket, he continued to write long letters to Darling Davis at her boarding school.

According to Davis years later, he sent her, quote, tons and tons of nude photographs, including a bunch of his new girlfriend, Cricket. Many of the photos of the two of them having sex. He informed Darling that Cricket is bisexual and wants a female partner, as well as a woman to have three ways with. So he's hoping that Darling and Cricket

can both be his ladies at the ranch. He can have two Miranda's, at least as a start for a start. They can help find more women to take more nude pics with. And Lake does continue to try and fuck and take photos of other women in the area as well. Well, this is all going on. He starts to really wear his welcome at the ranch around this time. Another ranch neighbor gets fed up with Lake constant target practice pointing out that a stray bullet could kill someone and Lake responds by shouting, I could kill everyone on this ranch one by one. I could go to every house with an automatic weapon and no one would ever know.

And that neighbor responds by shutting the fuck up and not confronting Lake ever again. Lake was a nightmare of a neighbor, a neighbor from hell. Surely after this incident, a storage shed on Lake's property rubs into flames one afternoon and local volunteers rush over to help put out the fire and then the shed explodes. The firefighters leap for cover behind trees, trying to avoid flying bullets and shrapnel. Lake almost kills some of these people because of all the ammo he had stored

in that shed, ammo not allowed under ranch bylaws. Then shortly after this no-no, Lake's employers at the housing rehabilitation firm catch Lake finally stealing the building material and call the police. Lake is fired, obviously. Spend several days in jail before being released on bond. A lenient judge sends this to him to a year on probation. And when a committee from the ranch, here's of his arrest, they ask Lake to sell his property and move out, or they will have attorneys force him out. Within a few days, he and cricket pack up and leave. The Eukai a chapter of Lake's life is over. Everyone at the ranch breathes a

huge sigh of relief. And they return to tending their unicorn goats and talking about alternative energy sources and walking around nude and, you know, a forming and playing in drum circles, what not. In mid 1981, psychotic lake and cricket moved to Filo, California. Filo is a tiny hamlet located in the Anderson Valley, situated in the rolling foot hills of California's Trinity Alps, only about 20 miles west, Ucaya. It's an area a lot of wineries and yogurt treats now. It used to be a logging and farming town. No more than 150 citizens lived in Filo, 1981. Several of them and several of them employed by a lumber company. Lake and Cricket ran a room at the no longer there.

Filo Motel, the motel owner, Lake learned, needed someone to occupy and manage the place. So Leonard and Cricket decided to stay. She landed a part-time job at the Anderson Valley Elementary School as a teacher's aide, settling into a routine at Filo Lake met Robert Glover, captain of the Anderson Valley Fire Department. The two men hit it off, Lake becomes one of 40 unpaid volunteer firemen in the county. Soon after settling in, Lake placed an ad in the Bay Guardian. A San Francisco publication that stopped being published in 2014 is Add looked innocent enough, nothing more than an offer of employment for someone willing

to relocate to a small rural town to help operate and maintain a little motel. 18 year old Connie Richards reads it needs a job. The attractive young woman writes Greyhound bus, 120 miles north, steps off and into the welcoming embrace of Leonard and Cricket. They explain that she will receive room and board an exchange for helping with motel chores. And then it didn't take long for Connie to recognize what they really wanted, a sex partner. And Lake of course wanted to take nude pics of her, what she did. Richard recalled that she wasn't really into all the BDSM stuff that Cricket wanted. She said they had all kinds of restraints and masks and whips and different things.

She had a one-three way with the couple, then had sex a few more times with crickets. And she said that cricket was the kinky one, while lake was more gentle, interesting. After lake and ang would be caught for rapes and murders many years later, there would be a lot of speculation that cricket not only knew about everything that they were up to, but was a big time participant in operation Miranda And may have participated in the sexual torture of you know various captive women Leonard will also allegedly tell Richards that he wanted to have sex with his half sister Janet Weird

And he made sure to tell her that he hated brother Donnie wanted him dead and then he had sign-on pills Can't forget that he had a sign-on pills. He was ready to take it. I'm almost known as he also brags that he has $30,000 in silver buried on the property. Lake was also continuing to send picks and steamy letters to Darlene Davis at that boarding school. He's consistent with his creepiness. September 13, 1981, Lake Cricket and Connie Richards drive to Morgan Hill where Lake and Cricket

take vows of marriage. Connie stay in Filo. Last only three months feeling that she served no real purpose other than as a sex object. She says goodbye to Leonard Cricket 14 days before Christmas. Heads back down to Southern California, well, he has back down South to the Bay Area. She also says goodbye to a short quiet Asian man named Charlie who'd arrived two weeks earlier. Yes, Charles in his timeline is finally connecting to Leonard Lakes now. How? Well, last time we checked in with him, he was trying to make friends with fellow

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Thank you, by the way, for supporting these sponsors who support our show. Now let's continue. By reconnecting with Charles Ng in 1981, shortly before he meets Leonard Lake in California. During his time in the Marines, Charles Ng developed a strong interest in survivalism that led to an acquaintance ship in the summer of 81 with a man from a different branch

of the service, young army corporal stationed at the center of Oahu at Showfield Barracks, Mark motherfucking Novak. Remember that name? Ying met Novak in an Oahu military surplus store where they bonded over taco weapons, tactics, methods of staying alive in the wild, they grabbed some lunch together and Novak told Inge of an interesting survival list. It met in Northern California. It a place called the Ranch. The year before in the spring of 1980, Novak said the man introduced himself as Tom Meyers,

but he later learned his real name was Leonard Lake. And Lake, he said, maybe a shit talker, but a lot of stuff, but he did know a lot about weapons and he did have a very impressive collection of nude photos young women. And England was like, oh, what was that last part? You have my attention. Please, do tell me more. And this initial chance meeting or after it, in and no backstay in touch for the next few months, become friends.

And then that September, England plans his first known major criminal operation, guns smuggling. All the weapons assigned to England's Marine company were stored in a locked armory when not in use. An arm guard were posted as a secured entry to this facility 24 hours a day. In an early September, 1901, when Lakin Cricket are getting married back in California, Ing drew guard duty at the armory in Hawaii. During his watch, an idea formed his mind, what if he could steal some of the more valuable

rifles, grenades, handgunss and other arms and sell them? In talk to a fellow Marine and to help him and he threatened another fellow Marine with physical violence to help him as well. Ah, excuse me. And they pulled off the set up to a bunch of weapons, took the guns to a man who is gonna, you know, take him to a buyer and then someone rattle them all out when the weapons turned up missing. I'm guessing the guy he threatened was probably the rat. Maybe not the best way to get someone to help you in a criminal enterprise by threatening them. Several days after the theft, Naval Investigative Service officers arrest Charles. He's charged with conspiracy to commit law, since he had military weapons, theft of weapons, including machine guns, grenade launchers, rifles and pistols, and burglary to commit theft. Then on the morning of Friday, November 13, 1921,

two marine guards called chasers and military jargon, delivered in from the brick, where he's being held, you know, to the NIS office to be interrogated. He's questioned until 2 30 the following morning, and then no transportation is available to return him to the brick. So the chasers escort him into a squad bay, while one of the men sits down, allowing him to move freely about the room, the other chasaser steps into the duty NCO's office to call transportation authorities, figure out what's going to go on with the vehicle. The man closest to

ink exhausted and drowsy lets his head drop for just a few moments, but it's long enough for ink to make a break for it. He escapes at an open back window, makes it to the house of a fellow Marine who let him crash for the night. This friend gives him food, water, and clothing the next morning, drives him to a remote area where he can camp out in the jungle. And then in the jungle for two days, he huddles with no tent, afraid to make a fire, he soak, he's miserable, having nowhere else to turn, he makes it to a phone, calls army pals, sergeant Mark motherfucking Novak.

Stays with Novak for two days in the barracks, contacts his parents who wire him $300, uses the money to buy clothing, a backpack, and a plane ticket to San Francisco. Then NoVAC gives him the name and address of Leonard Lake and Filo. NoVAC calls Lake who agrees to helping out. He leaves showfield barracks before dawn on a November morning, 1991, catches a bus to the airport, hides in the airport bathroom and tells his flight boards, then flies to San Francisco where he makes it to his aunt's house, then he calls Lake who invites him out to Filo. When Charlie Inng shows up in Filo, Lake realizes that Connie Richards had already made a decision

to leave, so he figures this newcomer can take over the chores that she'd been doing. And then He and Inng get to know each other and become fast friends. Inng loves the idea of preparing for the end times. He is more than willing to use his military training to commit whatever crimes, and I mean whatever crimes are necessary to pull off Operation Miranda. Eng loves Operation Miranda.

Eng fuels the flames of Lake Stark fantasies. They're two very fucked up peas and a very fucked up pot. The nature of just how well these two got along together would later be revealed in a variety of ways in trial testimony. According to a Bay Area Police reporter, a woman who worked for an escort service in the city, stated that a man calling himself Tom Myers, so Leonard Lake, had arranged to use her services in 1984.

After paying in advance, he asked, of course, to take some new picks. Lake then first took her out to dinner, then to a motel where she posed for him. When she emerged from the bathroom, a short Asian man lunged her with a knife, forced her to lie down in the bed, while repeatedly stabbing that the mattress with an inches of her head, the woman told police the Asian brutally raped her while Myers watched. During the sexual assault, Myers commented, this is something we do all the time. But we usually kill the girls we've been with, but I like you. So we're not going to kill you. The victim later identified Tom Myers as of course Leonard Lake and the rapist she identified as, of course Charles Ing.

Now for the rest of this timeline, there will be very little back and forth between Ing and Lake's life. Now that they've joined forces, yeah, joined forces. December of 81, shortly after Ing's arrival at Filo, Lakin Cricket give up their motel management job. A better opportunity comes along. A woman who lived nearby in a property called Indian Creek Ranch wanted to start a youth camp.

She started looking for sex, themes, child pornography and doomsday rapists and she's like, ah, around him. Uh, no, Jim. That is basically who she did find. She owned a secluded cluster of one-story wooden buildings, including a white house, trimmed and read, the patch gas quarters, a barn-like structure uses a workshop located near a meandering stream, 300 yards off the highway. When she learned about Lake's military background, interest in survivalism, she decided that

he and his teachers' aid wife will be well qualified to manage the camp. Boy was she wrong. Lake ended his arrangement with the motel, happily accepted the youth camp offer. The motel owner was glad to see him go. The motel owner would later say that he'd been dealing with complaints about Lake, peeping on nude guests, trying to take their pictures. Lake and his fucking photo albums. I got this guy went hard on that finish. One time when the motel owner had dropped in to check on Lake's work, he found several hand grenades sitting on a table.

He asked if they were live and Lake said, quote, go ahead and pull the pin and find out. I imagine that he added a creepy laugh at the end of that. Go ahead and pull the pin and find out. Ha ha ha ha. See how lucky you are today. Yeah. Yeah, you took out these photos.

Hey, have I talked about signing it? Local man named Ernie Perdini and his wife helped Lake and Cricket and Charlie move into their new home. They quickly grew to hate Leonard, hit that effect on a lot of people. Lake being Lake invited Ernie his wife to come over and watch them porn and then hinted about how he'd like to take some nude pics

of Ernie's wife once they got there. Fuck yeah bro. Oh, you thought you were just coming over to watch them porn? Nah son, you came over to do some porn. You just got Lake, Ernie. Er Nah son, you came over to do some porn. You just got late, earned. Earnings lady weren't amused. He ended up challenging late to a fight. Late told him, I won't fight you, I'm a coward.

But then he said that maybe later he would shoot him. And then Ernie talked about how he had guns too. And maybe later he'd shoot Lake. And the two never spoke again. Well done Ernie, you out crazy, that crazy. Shortly after moving into their new spot Lake, eng and cricket got kicked the fuck out of Filo, the FBI working closely with the Mendocino County Sheriff's Office had received a tip to Charles Ing fugitive, wanted by the US Marine Corps, was hiding out with Lake and Filo.

On April 29, 1982, the task force consisted of nine FBI officers, a half a dozen sheriff's deputies and sheriff Steven Satterwhite deployed in unmarked cars at helicopter and a fixed wing aircraft and moved in on the trio. They launched the operation 915 in the morning, springing from the noisy chopper, several vehicles, very dramatic. As the officers ran into the central camp area,

one of them spotted Charles Eing vaulting from a bedroom window, officers ran him down on an open field. They hustled him into the helicopter for a quick flight to Ucaya's county jail. Agents also caught Leonard Lake after he sprinted inside a house. Everyone speculated to hide some evidence inside Ings room where a pair of rifles, nunchucks, Billy Club and a rumpled bed. Lake was captured in a room containing a small arsenal of weapons. Lake set a few of the guns for his, but the rest were Charlie's. Lake told agents that Charlie was a guest

who helped with odd chores. Didn't mention him being a raping kill buddy. He forgot that part of his. Looking further around the property, agents turned up six handguns, six rifles, several of them fully automatic, along with hand grenades, TNT, a silencer, tear gas, several boxes of ammo.

Lake also volunteered that England brought a Mac 10 assault weapon and a sound suppressor, converted to a fully automatic weapon, which he knew was illegal. A few other stolen guns were found in Eng's room along with more martial arts weapons. Cricket was detained, but Lake insisted she knew nothing of the weapons cash. Most of the guns, Lake said, have been purchased by Eng through mail order. The dynamite, according to Lake, had been sent by Eng from Hawaii prior to his arrival in below. Lake was placed under arrest and sent with the from Hawaii prior to his arrival in Pilo.

Lake was placed under arrest and sent with the deputy to the county jail in Ukiah as well. On the way to jail, Lake asked a female deputy if they could pull over really quick so we could snap a few quick new picks. He didn't, but it feels like something he could do. It feels like that's something he would try to do, you know, at least throw that out there, play the numbers. Look, I get that I've been arrested, I get that.

I understand you have to put me behind bars, and you got a job to do. You know, we all do. But hey, is having fun illegal? Answer that, you know, is making citizens happy illegal. If I'm still going to end up in jail, I just don't see what the big deal is about, you know, let's pull it over and, you know, me taking a couple nude picks there, Officer Sugar Tits. So let's answer the million dollar question and find out how photogenic that puts it. Why are you so mad at me? Uh, cricket was left at the compound. She

immediately drove to the county seat, helped Lake Post-Bale. They returned Indian Creek Ranch following morning. Follow up investigation by sheriff Satter White revealed that several of the weapons had been stolen and recent Mendocino County burglaries, not surprising. Charge with 17 felony counts, including fire arms violations, the violations of probation from the previous burglary and theft in Yucaya, Lake faced what would very likely be a lengthy prison sentence. And Lake decided he could either take some cyanide or he could flee. Doing the time was not going to be an option, and he chose to flee.

It was not ready to give up on Operation Miranda. So he failed to show up at a scheduled court hearing and began living the rest of his life as a fugitive. Cricket went to live with their parents and San Bruno down in the Bay Area, but would frequently visit Lake for the rest of his life. Charles Inc. found himself on a military plane headed toward Hawaii to face a military trial. Between being jailed, waiting for his trial, his trial and his sense, he ended up being behind bars for two years and two months. Surprise is not longer. He began his actual prison sentence in Leavenworth, Kansas, early 1982. He and Lake would correspond via letters during the entirety of his incarceration.

Lake would send him, not gonna be surprised, new photos of whatever various women and teen girls he'd been able to talk and oppose and make it for him. He'd also send pictures of a bunker. He'd started building once that project began. A fellow Marine incarcerated in Leavenworth with with in Johnny Cardi would later recall Charlie talking about all kinds of crazy shit while he was locked up He said Charlie wanted to get back to stealing weapons when he got out Said he wanted to steal missiles and shoot down 747s He wanted to rob banks commit mass murder and quote kill kill kill

He also wanted to bomb a bus station and he really wanted to sexually torture as many women as possible. Johnny would later say that when it came to ways, he could sexually torture someone, Charlie had quote, a real imagination for it. And Ying told Johnny, once he got out, he was gonna do what he wanted to do to these women in a bunker torture,

full of video cameras. Another inmate, Ed Popovich would also say that in confess to all kinds of dark and crazy shit while he was in Levinworth. While Charlie settled into prison life, Lake initially moved from place to place, staying in various motels, lodgings with friends, couch surfing, staying with some relatives, made money by committing petty thefts, burglarizing homes, selling some weed. He referred to all these illegal activities as ops. He's just doing some ops. He started assuming various aliases, you manage to avoid capture. Lake still found time to see cricket from time to time.

I'll also continue to correspond with that young Darleen Davis. In July of 1982, via letters 36 year old Lake, and now 17 year old Darleen arranged to meet at Pacific Union College in Napa, California. They meet, have a whole bunch of sex, renew their vows of affection to one another, and they continue to meet every few weeks or months or so for the next six months until Darling gets a new boyfriend, and then it stops. Dude had an insatiable sexual appetite. When he wasn't hooking up with Cricketer, Darling, he was hooking up with the variety of old acquaintances around the Bay Area. He was fucking everyone who would fuck him. Through selling weed, he was meeting new girls and trying to seduce and take nude photos of them. He was putting out personal ads and papers

to meet and take pictures of more women. He met 26 year old Rhonda Rayley that way when she answered an ad placed under the alias of Tom the lake had placed asking for an 18 year old woman to accompany him to Hawaii for a fun romantic week. That's kinda weird to me. Strange that A, someone would put out an ad looking for a vacation fuckbody, and B, the someone would respond to that ad. It just feels different

from like a hookup app, because like it was a hookup situation, you know, you meet it some, you know, neutral place, and then if you don't like them, you can leave and go back with your life. You're not stuck with them on vacation. It feels like a big gamble. Comedy years later about it, Rhonda recalled that Leonard, you know, often talked about SNM that she once allowed him to tie her to the bed in Spanker. He of course showed her his collection of nude and semi-nude photos and persuaded her to take some nude photos as well. He definitely took a camera on the trip. I mean, what, what, what are you supposed to do? Not try to fill up another album of nude photos? What are you supposed to not

live his life? When they got back from Hawaii, he and Rhonda and Cricket had some three ways. November 30th, 1982, Cricket and Lake get a divorce. Not because we're really having a lot of marital problems. It was just for financial reasons. Cricket didn't want to be legally tied to Lake, but she did want to continue to see him and she would continue to see him and fucking for the rest of his life Sometime around Christmas 1982, Lake showed up at his mom's house in San Francisco and shocked the family by wanting to reconcile with Donnie Right, he's been telling everybody that Donnie's a worthless piece of shit. He wants to kill for years

Now this seems fishy that he would suddenly want to reconcile with Donnie. It's because it is Lake suggested that his brother Donnie accompany him on a trip up north to fill a job opening as a house sitter that doesn't exist. And Donnie is pumped. He's overjoyed. There's big bro has finally taken an interest in him and not wanted to kill him anymore. And he eagerly accepts. And then surprise, no one ever sees Donnie again. So little suspicious, these remains will never turn up. But I think it's fairly obvious, you know, that he was killed. Uh, that's pretty cold-blooded shit. You know, he kills his little brother. Just a few days later, a man looking a lot like Leonard Lake. Like exactly like Leonard Lake shows up at the Vantage Social Club in San Francisco, this

brothel introduces himself as Donald Lake and presents Donald Lake's driver's license. Leonard Lake had told several people over the years that he wished his brother was dead, that his brother was worthless, and he wasn't fucking kidding. And killing his bro didn't seem to shake him up one bit. After he uses freshly dead Donnie's ID to get a membership at the Vantage Club,

he takes nude photos of several of the S-corts working there. Classic Lake! There's no time to be said, not with so many nude pics to be taken. On January 1st, 1983, Lake makes the first entry in a daily, first entry in a daily journal that he would keep for the next two years.

He also rents a basement room on 19th Avenue in San Francisco in this house occupied by several tenants. Four days later, he visits his sister to pick up some of this stuff he'd stored with her, tells her that Donnie's doing great in his house sitting job. It doesn't exist. He writes of grabbing lunch at 18th admission, sell some weed to some prostuits and talk to about getting a blow job.

For the next several weeks, journal entries are filled with mentions of Celling Dope, taking nude pics, you know, banging this person, banging that person. He also writes, has seen his mom a lot, helping her work on the home, borrowing a car, dropping by to spend time with her. He does not write about anyone seeming to be the least bit worried that Donnie hasn't contacted anyone. No one seems to give a shit about Donnie. In addition to having taken Donnie's ID, he also begins to cash Donnie's disability checks

from the government. What a great bro. We should always be so lucky. In early February, just after a month, you know, stating in his basement room after trying to fuck all of his female roommates, I'm just not just making up. He wrote about it in the journal about, you know, staying in his basement room after trying to fuck all of his female roommates. I'm not just making up. He wrote about it in a journal about, you know, he tried to feel each of them out

that if he could sleep with them or at least take nude pics of them. And they said no, so he's like, fuck this place then. Well, you guys don't wanna fuck me and let me take nude pics? All right, okay, all right. I guess I'll just leave them. You know, being a creepy, rapey, murdery,

fuck living in the city, you know, it was fun, I guess, for a little while, but it's not, you know, building a bunker, soundproof, murdery fuck living in the city, you know, it was fun, I guess for a little while, but it's not, you know, building a bunker, soundproof, fuck dungeon out in the woods fun. So what's the point of staying there? February 19th, Lake Watches, the collector again, records it, he writes, ah, the collector. Has it really been nearly 20 years that I've carried this fantasy? And Miranda, how fitting, my lovely little prisoner of the future. I suppose in my way, I am the same wimp as the hero,

and in my way, just as crazy. I have no doubt that we wimp, have been compensating for our inability since the dawn of history. Sad, really. Still, how can we die if we never live? He's maniac, you know, whatever that means. Love that he sees himself as like this victim, this whip.

No, he's just a lazy piece of shit who has plenty of sex, way more sex than average, but it's not enough because you're just delusional. He's thinking about Operation Miranda a lot. Cricket's father owns a remote out of the way Cabinier, Willsyville, about three hours from San Francisco, 70 miles east of Sacramento in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, and he starts taking a lot of trips to this cabin to scope it out. Is it possible, you know, operation Miranda bunker site in early 1983?

Um, that's, let's say, oh man, I got the wrong date here. Oh, there we go. Okay. I wrote in 1980. Yeah. Two just for a second. I was like, wait a minute, where are we? March 30th, 1983.

Leonard Wright, some especially creepy Satan's journal. He writes, once I had a wife, she was my connection to the world. Through her, I could love, trust, believe in things. Others are allowed to believe in. I could have died for her, killed for her, even gone to jail, given up my freedom and exchange for the security of her love. Once I had a wife,

now I have no ties to the world. I am both above it and removed from it. Oh, there are those I love, my sisters, even cricket still. But none of these bind me to the order of existence. I am free to die with no responsibility. All I love, I love alone, freedom. An empty privilege, but still one I must bear with determination.

Amusing our land of the free is not prepared to deal effectively with a truly free man. That's because most truly free men don't want to just, you know, fucking torture and rape and kill people. What can they do to one who carries cyanide pills in his pockets? Ha, had to get cyanide in there. When death holds no fears, when there are no responsibilities beyond the next meal society, you are being sucked and you don't understand by who or why. And if you did, you are powerless against one who is not afraid to die.

I don't know about powerless, you know, you can always kill the person who isn't afraid to die and then you do have some power, you know, because they're fucking dead, you don't have to deal with the crazy ass anymore. Dude has no conscious willing to die for his beliefs and his beliefs are centered around sexually abused women. He's a monster. He's a monster who knew he was a monster. April, 1983, Leonard decides to murder a man. He'd been in regular contact with, off and on for over a decade.

A man who seems to really have been his, you know, best, most consistent friend after reading a bunch of other stuff about him. Charles Gunner, you know, him and Charles, they'd say to each other's houses. Charles had known both his first wife, Karen, also cricket. Leonard was close to Charles. There's wife close to Charles's kids. Leonard had even slept with Charles's wife once, of course, and take us to Newt Picks because, you know, it's like Leonard called the plan to kill the friend he'd had the longest relationship with Operation Fish Random details about Charles Gunner. He volunteered as a birthday clown

And was in a in charge of a local troop of birthday clowns Lake apparently didn't hang around anyone for a very very early length of time who didn't march to the beta throne drummer on May 24th 83 Lake wrote in his journal that the time was right to kill his friend Charles. A friend of Charles Wendy open and a part-time clown that he was associated with agreed to watch Charles' kids for a week and Lake took Charles to Wilsyville to murder him. And that's what he did. Never said how. Just like with his brother Donnie, Charles took a trip with Lake and then was never seen again. When Lake returned without Charles, he told Wendy the Charles had met a younger woman fell in love and had just taken off and left with her.

And that was it for Charles. Oh, and Lake asked Wendy if he could fuck her, not kidding. Then he asked if his ex-wife Cricket and he could fuck her if they could take some nude picks of her and she said no to all three offers. He asked, it feels like in this story, I was reading, there's this crazy long book about him. It feels like I left so many of him out too. I've talked about it so many times already. There's more to come. It feels like he asked to take new pictures of every woman he met. All right, sir, are you ready to order?

You bet. Samantha, Samantha, yeah, okay. I'd like the moons over my hammy aside extra bacon, cherry coke, and can you pop that top off and show me them titties? Who want to take some pics? Come on, let's have some fun. Everybody, after killing Charles Gunner, Lake started driving around his van collecting his disability payments, loved to collect other dudes' disability payments. Lake also acts as a father figure to Charles' two teen daughters. It's a weird the man who killed their dad by his clothes for him now, cooks for him for a little while. It doesn't even try and take nude pics of him.

In the summer of 83, Lake thinks that maybe he built his doomsday bunker and as far as the unpopulated, unincorporate community called Myers flat in Humboldt County is the way to go. He brings a woman in her two daughters that he just recently met to the cabin. A cabin he rented there a few times. Shows are, of course, his many, many new albums. Talks to your about the cabin. A cabin he rented there a few times, shows are of course, you know, his many, many new albums. Talks to you about the apocalypse, talks about taking cyanide.

And she leaves. Uh, the sister he wanted to fuck and maybe did fuck Jinn had business with him, finds his albums as well, and apparently did not ask him, but where's Donnie? Where is Donnie? Rural of Kinds and Creepy Shinn is journal. Right stuff about, in Myers-Flaid about me, the 12 year old girl, he wanted to take some nude pics of, a girl he called

jail bait. Such creep, by October, he gives up on Humboldt County, decides that cricket's dad placed in Will Stevens. That's the way to go. That's the best place to build an apocalyptic rape dungeon. He'd done a lot of, you know, contrast comparisons. He'd built a pro and con list, you know, he carried the one crunch of numbers. He's like, yeah, that's the right place to carry this out.

And then cricket joins him in Calvary's County for the first week in October. Calvary's County shaped like a giant arrow point aimed north east towards Lake Tahoe, 135 miles away over the rugged, rugged peaks of the Sierra Nevada. It's a torturous journey journey. My God, of more than 20 miles to Will C, along a twisting two-lane road from the closest real town, the unincorporated community of San Andreas, very recognized in name from the San Andreas fault. Wilsyville consists of a post office, small general market cluster of two or three other buildings, about three dozen little homes, the entire area shaded by towering ponderosa pines, scattering

of live oak trees, and the winter snow often covers the rugged, hilly terrain. Leonard Lake in order to reach the property belonging to Cricket's Dad has to take a small windy street called Blue Mountain Road to an unpaved driveway, about 200 yards up the dirt driveway. He pulls into a clearing where the house stands, one story, rectangular yellow wooden structure top by a low- angle light green roof. stood at the top of a very steep slope on two sides and expansive redwood deck projects over the hillside inside two bedrooms one bathroom in a combo kitchen dining room fills 1100 square feet and right after moving any puts an ad on a community bulletin board in the little nearby town

of west point you know finding out if any local women on their new picture is taken. little nearby town of West Point, you know, finding out if any local women want their new pictures taken. Not even kidding, just so ridiculous to me, it's never ends. And you get started on this bunker. It's finally time for Operation Miranda. He rents a back hoe to scoop dirt out of the slope, only 15 yards from one corner of the house. October 23rd, 1983 Leonard Lake lays out exactly why he wants to do all this, what he and Charles Eng would end up doing to who knows how many young women in operation Miranda at home in Will Cville. This sick fuck puts a video camera on a tripod hits record sits down in a well worn brown

recliner, looks into the lens, spells out exactly what he wants to do. Dressed in a long sleeve black and white pattern shirt, fader jeans and brown boots. He clashes hands in his lap and emotionalists, leans back and starts talking and says, this tape which you're hearing now is going to be the leading of the various phases of construction of a building, which hopefully will be the first of a series of underground buildings.

And then goes on a bit to describe this public purpose of the above ground portion of the building was to be a tool room and a storage room a shop basically. And then he speaks about the real reason for its construction. Still showing no emotion, he says, the main emphasis of the building, the whole justification for its expense and its effort will be a hidden portion, a secret room, if we can call it that. That will house a cell, a jail cell, if you will. The purpose of that cell will be the imprisonment of a young lady who probably at this moment

is unknown to me. Then the Doomsday Preparation, switches things up to speak about other purposes for building a variety of underground buildings, talking about living in trouble times, in a minhole, Holocaust, you know, the apocalypse is gonna wipe up most of humanity much crazy shit.

The only survivors he theorizes are those who possess the foresight to build bunkers and the mounds and stock them up with food, weapons crazy shit. The only survivors he theorizes are those possessed who possess the foresight to build bunkers and the mountains and stock them up with food, weapons and money. His personal bunker though, he says, will also provide a place to live out his dark sexual fantasies. And this is the real reason he's building all this. He says for anyone that is interested, anyone who needs my justification, my rationalization, says to why I would want to imprison. And in fact, in slave woman, they have only to look closely at me.

I'm a realist. I'm 38 years old, a bit chubby, not much hair, losing what I have, not particularly attracting to women. All of the traditional magnets, the money, position, power, I don't have. And yet, I'm still very sexual active. And I'm still very much attracted to a particular type of woman who almost by definition is totally uninterested in me. I'm attracted to young women. Sometimes even as young as 12, although to be fair, certainly up to 18 to 22 is pretty

much ideal range as far as my interest go. I like very slim women, very pretty, of course, petite, small, breasted long hair, but such a woman by virtue of her youth, her attractiveness, her desire ability to, the majority of mankind simply has better options. There's no particular reason why such a woman would be interested in me, but there's more to it than that. It's difficult to explain my personality in 25 words or less, but I am in fact a loner. I enjoy peace.

The quiet, the solitude. I enjoy being by myself and while my relationships with women in the past have been sexually successful, socially, they've been almost always a failure. I've gone through two divorces, innumerable women, 50 to 55, I forget the exact count. Sure, he did the exact count. Let me look at my photos. Let me refer to my photos. Oh, it was actually was a 340. he says, I'm afraid the bottom line statement is the simple fact that I'm a, that I'm a sexist slop. I enjoy using women.

And of course, women are particularly interested in being used. I certainly enjoy sex. I certainly enjoy the dominance of climbing on a woman and using her body. But I'm not particularly interested in the id, the ego, all the things that a man should be interested in do compliment a woman's needs. And he talks a bit out how he can fake non-sexual interest in a woman, you know, for a little while, but he'd rather not. And it's kind of, you know, a lot of work.

And he doesn't care for it. And he says, what I want is an off the shelf sex partner. I want to be able to use a woman whenever and however I want. And when I'm tired or satiated or bored or not interested, I simply want to put her away, lock her up in a little room and get her out of my sight. And that one, that freaks me out that part because that is word for word, what I said to Lindsay, did her night.

I was like, listen, listen, all right? You don't, you want me to take out the trash on regular basis? Well, here's what I want. Let me get out my notes. No, you're fucking murder me. He says that he confesses such an arrangement is not only blatantly sexist, but highly illegal. There's no doubt about that. It violates all the human rights and blah, blah, blah, blah. That's not my words. That's his. I'm going to spare posterity, my concepts of other

people's morality. I'm explaining my morality, what I feel, what I want. And as of this moment, I'm going to try to get the advantages of such a situation are, of course, obvious and even beyond sexual, such a woman totally enslaved will be useful for the mundane chores I have to do. But I'm not particularly interested in doing clean cleaning the house, washing, sorry, his grandma's a little fucked up, I have to try and rearrange it. Clean in the house, washing dishes, et cetera. A slave, there's no way around it. Primarily a sexual slave, but nonetheless,

that physically, a physical slave as well. Still expressionless, still not shown any emotions, speaking barely above a whisper, like says, and I believe that I've I can construct a holding cell, place where I can put such a one, where I can walk off and be to care that she can't escape that I can create a facility that is so stark and so empty So cold so quiet so totally removed from the world that fairly quickly by a combination of painful punishments I'm just pleased and minor rewards such as musical magazines or some such stuff that I can quickly condition This is my belief that I can quickly condition a young woman to cooperate with me fully and in fact even look forward to cooperate with me simply for no

other reason that such cooperation will be relief from boredom. Taking a breath, positing no more than a few seconds like ads, whether I can do this or not, well, I'm in to be seen. Obviously I've never done such a thing before. It may not work. However, I not work however. I want to try I want to try Like he like he says this in a way in You can find the portion of the video online He says this in the way like like you're gonna be like I get it. Yeah, I know. I get it Okay, I thought it was crazy before but you know once he explains it Then he talks about the cost and logistics constructing his bunker for a few moments before staring right into the camera and saying

Life is I'm living it is boring the The challenge of this project, the excitement, the thrill of it will be an exciting experience, even if fails. As long as I don't get caught, it's very attractive. Something that I fantasize daily about, we'll see. I don't think there's much more to say in the subject. I can hardly wait. Holy shit, well, there you go.

He doesn't leave anything to the imagination. This is the purest, most honest confession I can remember hearing from any of the dirt bags we've covered on TimeSuck. Why did Lake imprison and then sexually torture women because he wanted to sex life? He wanted to slave, pure and simple. He wanted to try and create some kind of Stockholm syndrome situation with some woman in a condition which hostages develop a psychological alliance with their captor during their captivity instead of hating them. That term real quick, by the way, comes from a 1973 bank robbery in Sweden where Jean-Erik Olsen, convict on parole, took four employees of the bank, three women and one man took him hostage during a failed bank robbery in Stockholm, negotiated the release from prison

of his friend Clark Olsen to assist him. They held the host's captive for six days in one of the bank's vaults, and when the hostages were released, none of them would testify against either captain and court. And actually, they began to raise money for their captors' defense. They liked him. Lake wanted to create his collector version of this. Hold a woman hostage, get her to somehow like him. Now, do what he wants to do, sexually, not have to care for her. Man, talk about brutal honesty.

Soon after making this tape, Lake Ryan's getting nervous about getting caught. He's not able to continue cash and Charles Gunner's state checks because of some paperwork that he can't fill out. He writes, Operation Fish will terminate soon. Paperworkers arrive and I can't comply with, must start scouting around for suitable replacement. Should have already done this. Two weeks before Christmas, 1983, needing help on the construction project, Lake Places and Add in a local newspaper. Randy Stewart, 15 years old, responds, accepts an invitation to the cabin, Lake introduces himself as Charles Gunner and hires him. Randy would later recall the while he worked for Lake, Cricket brought several young girls aged 16, 17 to the cabin, so Lake it photographed them, of course.

One time Lake showed him three videos of girls just roving, putting on new garments and Randy realized that the girls didn't know they were being recorded. Each video depicted at least three different women, at least nine women he sees. He's sneaking these voyeuristic nude videos out. To celebrate New Year's Eve, 1983, Lake drives

the San Francisco to meet a female friend of Crickets and her boyfriend. He later writes, went hot-tubbing with them. Later took them to dinner and then he discusses a new idea. I'm assuming with cricket called Operation Scott. So now he wants to kill a new person to keep that disability money coming in. By February 19, 2004, the bunkers almost built with completion in sight. Lake's thoughts turned to his plan to enslave a female victim, which he records in his journal, writing, while I enjoy company, I don't want an independent

guest or girlfriend around for too long or too often. I enjoy quiet, not having to entertain or clean up after others. People around seem to get in the way, get into things, attempt to change things. When Miranda arrives, she'll be on a strictly help-made basis. She'll be around when I need help, do what she's told, and go to her room when I'm finished with her. So, he's constantly thinking about this. On a weekend trip to the Bay Area, a lake picks up a tabloid newspaper, scans the personals, makes a telephone call to a gay man named Phil, Phil's wishing to find a partner who enjoys oral sex.

He later writes in a journal, went over to his house to case the place. Nothing of immediate grabable, grabable value. So I let him give me head. Surprisingly, very good. Slow and deep as I like it. Still strange having a man do it. No reciprocation, of course. With a little work, just write that down.

Just to get somebody to read this. I didn't say I didn't say I could stick. All right, let's be clear about that. With a little work, I might be able to pass for him, considering a fish-like operation. Now that I can get for Phil, he sucking likes deck while Lake is considering killing him and taking his identity. Lake ends up inviting Phil out to his place on March 16th, the day before Phil cancels the trip.

Oh, lucky call. One of this Phil guy learned about Lake later realized that if he hadn't had a canceled, he would have for sure been murdered. Not a lot happened over the next several months. He shoots a neighbor's dog for barking too much and then he smooths things over by giving the neighbors some homemade porn. Seriously. Oh, Andy convinces the younger sister of the kid working for him, building the bunker, you know, to let him take some pictures of her boobs. So just just shouldn't have pet and taken some kitty porn. Slow a couple months for lake.

On June 29th, 1984, lakes buddy Charles Ng walks out of Fort Leavenworth disciplinary barracks 26 months after he had been arrested and filo. On Monday, July 9th, after hooking up with the lady he'd correspondence with while in prison and not killing her, he visits a guy he'd been locked up with in Chicago and then flies out to San Francisco where cricket picks him up. Right before Ng arrives, Lake rents an apartment in San Francisco in the same building where he'd lived a year earlier, 19 to Avenue near Golden Gate Park I referred to this house earlier. I knew that that was something I should have corrected my notes It's actually this huge apartment building that was called the Pink Palace

It would later be converted into a senior housing facility Shortly after all this happens like in the next couple years So in health with moving in chores with this new apartment, and it's important this building is not just totally random, a lot of the victims is end up being other people who live in this building. The two men conversable old times, they catch up, talk about InxPresident experiences,

discuss with the nasty shit they want to do to people, Lake then takes a two month break from his journal writing. Writing, he did this because he needed to allow a period of time to pass that was best left unrecorded. So a lot of bad shit. I'm sure happened in the summer of 84. Following his arrival in San Francisco, there would be a sudden spike in home invasions,

burglaries, unsolved murders in the area. There's probably not coincidental. Nying also quickly is able to get a driver's license in Social Security Guard under the name of Mike Komodo. No one knows how this fucker was able to just easily get fake identification information all the time. A woman saw a man who looked exact like Charles in leaving the apartment of a man who was murdered on July 25th this summer, dragging what she assumed later to be a body, two other

men have been killed near Lake and Inge's apartments a few days before. Investigators would later believe these murders and robberies probably had something to do with, uh, you know, with Inge and Lake. Lake going by the name of Alan Draenau starts asking a lot of pink palace residents to come to the mountains with them. If they're women, he'll ask them to come for a nude photo shoot. If they're men, he asked them to come check out some weed he's growing that they can, you know, deal and make some money on 37 year old pink palace resident Maurice rock goes with Lake to pick some marijuana to sell that summer. Never seen again. Pink palace resident Cheryl, a coral approach by Lake to take some nude photos.

Never seen again. Local Randy Jacobson who lived nearby the pink palace who owned a broken down van that Alan Dre aka Lake wanted to buy also goes missing his girlfriend uh uh Masha McClennan later recalled that Alan aka Lake came to Randy's house to talk to him about buying the van. She had to hurry off to school left the two of them alone. Last time she or anyone else would ever see Randy again and the van disappeared after that. A few days later she received a letter in the mail from Randy suspiciously saying that he'd left to head off to San Jose. Some guy named Steve, he just met to help with some big pot operation that she had never heard about. The letter was not written in Randy's handwriting. Didn't mention

when, if ever, he'd come back to San Francisco. She found that a little suspicious. Then after he was gone for a full week, she checked his bank account, saw that a disability check of his had recently been cashed, and so figured, I guess, maybe it was his handwriting. I guess he was okay, which he wasn't. He was dead. Lake was cashed as checks now, you know? Next, trying to take nude photos of every woman he met, trying to kill and cash the disability checks of everyone he knew who was receiving disability checks was his favorite thing to do.

Shortly after arriving back in San Francisco, eng rents a place a half mile from Lake's apartment on Lennox Way that he most likely paid for with money he'd taken from people he'd killed. On September 28th, he keep marousing too much suspicion. Charles Eng gets a straight job at Dennis moving company located on California Street. Takes under his real name. This month, Lake also begins to record entries in his journal again. He writes, I have learned that my programming and my youth, that which is called morality, either was not given

or was given poorly. To all purposes, save a few, I have no morality, except it as fact. In terms of life and death, neither seems to move me. Okay, so he's figured out he's a complete sociopath who isn't bothered, you know, by killing his brother, close friends or strangers. And he also, you know, by killing his brother, close friends or strangers. And he also, you know, this is his grandparents and men, moms fault and his dad's fault.

You know, he just wasn't given the proper training to be a decent person. He says, the past two months, some are and to come to fruit. That taught me more. The perfect woman is one who is totally controlled. A woman who does exactly what she's told and nothing else.

There are no sexual problems with a totally submissive woman. There are no frustrations. There is only pleasure and contentment. I have observed, I believe, one woman who found this not only acceptable but even desirable. I highly doubt that's true. You know, I doubt this will be the norm, and in this case, the woman's low mentality probably affected the discovery, a whore, druggy, and fool. Still, I enjoyed using her and seemingly she enjoyed the use. I do hope I do better next time, however. Pink Palace help with money and sex. Not sure who this woman is he's referring to. Sadly numerous in and lake murder victims will never be identified. In gets busted for shop left

in a daily city, in October of 1984, dude, been stealing shit since he was a kid, not about to stop now. Lake writes his journal about being annoyed with Charles after having to bail him out. On Halloween, Lake writes about finding a new person to kill and make some money off of. He writes about seeing an ad in San Francisco,

another little like, you know, kind of a weekly, named for a, the ad was kind of a weekly named for it. The ad was placed by a guy named Paul Cosner. He wanted to sell his car. There we go. Lake writes about the man looking enough like him to be able to use his ID. And a few days later, Lake meets up with Paul to talk about buying the car and guess what? No one will ever see Paul again.

On the evening of November 9th, Lake, Lake, Lake, Lake, Lake Meek, Jesus. The last entries in the journal that had covered a little more than two years. He types, and so life goes on up here. On alternate days, it has rained and I've done nothing. He mentioned the possible arrival of another woman he'd met. He writes, she may come up this weekend.

If she does come, I expect to screw her. Why else would a woman, over 40, travel 100 miles to visit a man she doesn't know, if she doesn come I expect to screw her. Why else would a woman, uh, over 40, travel a hundred miles to visit a man she doesn't know if she doesn't want to be screwed? Been playing with the vid equipment, walking the dog, general stuff, as ever reading a lot. Tonight I re-typed all my written journal notes and here. All right. Uh, there will be no more record of Leonard Lake's daily life after this, but some video tapes will be made that will confirm his completion of Operation Miranda. Then the week in November 9th, Lake and Ing make a stop at the post office in Pioneer, Little Burg, a few miles above Willis-Eville, rent two post office boxes.

Lake uses the name identification documents Randy Jacobson, Ing claims to be Michael Komodo, and then they use these addresses to correspond with future victims. On January 18th, 1985, Charles Inc's moving company coworker Cliff Parento will disappear forever. Two letters will show up supposedly from Cliff at the company a few weeks later. They're both postmarked from Willis Yvill.

Well, I guess you know, like this little pioneer, but that, yeah, the, the, the, the, the come from pioneer, we imagine, but the Wilsyville to get a little stamp on them. So from the, the area where they have their army getting bunker, one is made out to Cliff and Inge's boss and it says, Dennis started to leave on such short notice, but a new job placed to live in a honey came all at once. This is their standard kind of letter. Ah, I've got a great job and a medallady out of nowhere.

And I just got a fucking band in my entire life and never seen anybody get. And it says, please send my check for the last three days. And my W2 to my new address below. Thanks Cliff. And then the new address is the pioneer post office, post office box crazy. How many people disappeared around these two dudes and investigators don't have a clue they're killing people yet. On February 1st, Lake and Ing get some new neighbors in Wilsyville, young San Diego couple, Lonnie Bond and Brenda O'Connor with their baby, a Lonnie junior, moving to a cabin near Willsyville. They quickly meet the neighbor who lived down the slope from them, a man who introduced himself as Charles Gunner.

So he's a professional photographer. Aha, the photos, he never stops. He never stops. Lonnie and Brenda's friends Scott Stapply and Tori Doolin drive up to the cabin in mid-February to help their friends settle in. When Stapply and his girlfriend returned to San Diego, he shows pictures of the area to his co-worker, Terry Kohler, a little bit of close friend for nearly six years. And Terry is like, man, this guy, something something bothers me about this guy.

And she points to Charles Gunner. And he's like, oh yeah, this guy's a total creep. Something very off about him. They were very right. Something was very off about this guy. And she points to Charles Gunner and he's like, oh yeah. Oh yeah, this guy's a total creep, something very off about him. They were very right. Something was very off about Leonard Lake. Also, in February, local San Francisco musician in a band called Crash and Burned, Jeff Gerald starts working with Charles Ng at the Dennis Movin Company. He'd worked there before Ng worked there. And Ng's boss Dennis let Jeff have seniority over in and Charlie doesn't care about this.

You're for this. He doesn't appreciate it. He complained to Dennis. Dennis doesn't do anything about it. And then on February 24th, Jeff meets Charlie to go help somebody move and disappears as soon as never seen again. On February 25th, Leonard Lake visits a doctor about 20 miles from Willseville, one of his fingers on his left hand.

He's been shot. Prior to shown up, I announced the doctor's office. Lake had called his sister Janet and at close to 11 o'clock p.m. Saturday nights, tells her he's been shot in the hand since she had experience as a nurse. He wanted advice on how to treat it. Janet gave instructions on cleaning and banishing the wound. Then he shows up at her door early the next morning after three hour drive and asked her to give him treatment. He tells her he picked up a man who wanted to buy some weed and the dude tried to burn him, struggle and soothe, the guy's gun discharged and sent a bullet into a finger in his left hand. And Janet, you know, helps him with the wound. What she

doesn't do is ask where the fuck don is. I don't even think anyone followed a Mr. and persons report on this guy. So this guy who shot Lake probably Jeff Gerald, the second Charles Aink coworker to go missing in a month's time in April of 1995 or could have been somebody else. I mean, we don't know exactly how many people they killed. April of 1995, Lake and Aink find the first known operation Miranda victim, 18 year old Kathleen, Elizabeth Allen. Kathleen was doing great before she ran into Lake and Aink.

She was young, smart, hardworking, kind, beautiful, excited for the future. She had a full time job at Safeway, grocery, hardworking, kind, beautiful, excited for the future. She had a full-time job at Safeway, grocery store and nearby. Mel Petus, where she worked for most of a year, prior to this happening, her boyfriend, Michael Sean Carroll, 23, worked at a pizza restaurant, two recently rented a motel room together to stay in until they could find a more permanent residence. Then on Friday, April 12th, Mike doesn't come home. She's worried sick. By Sunday, April 14th, Mike doesn't come home. She's worried sick. By Sunday, April 14th,

Kathy is very worried about her boyfriend. She struggles through her work duties at Safeway, trying not to think about where Scott could be, and then she gets a disturbing phone call. A call that sends her fears about Mike's skyrocketing through the roof. Someone called her, undoubtedly, there's someone, Lake or In,

saying that Mike could experience some serious problems in San Francisco, has sought refuge near Lake Tahoe, Lake Tahoe, about 140 miles away. The person on the phone asked Kathy to head to Tahoe and meet him. They said they would send someone to pick her up at the supermarket, a coworker at Safeway, would later say that Kathy told him Mike had been shot and might be dead. That same Sunday evening, Kathy called a friend James B Bio and told him that a strange man had arrived to pick her up and take her to Mike.

And this guy constantly talked about wanting to take nude pictures of her. Clearly, this is like, clearly, this is like James asked Kathy to call when she arrives to the destination. Kathy promises she will. And then he never hears from her again. And no one ever sees her again. A few hours later, Kathy finds herself in a terrifying set of circumstances, unable to call anyone in the outside world. Video camera is recording segments of her nightmarish predicament.

As the tiny red light of the camcorder, blank Kathy is sitting in a well-worn brown fabric with Clienter chair, legs crossed, wearing a white jersey with red short sleeves, dark pants and black shoes, handcuffs buying her wrist together behind her back, sitting still with a numb expression on her face. She says nothing. And from behind the camera, the voice of Leonard Lake fills the room. Mike Ozes. He can't pay. Now we're going to give you a choice, Kathy.

And this is probably the last choice that we're going to give you. You can go along with us. You can cooperate. You can do everything we tell you to do willingly, and in approximately 30 days, if you want to date to write in your calendar, the 15th of May, we will either drug you, blindfold you, or in some way or other, make sure you don't know where you are, and where you're going, and take you back to the city and let you go. And what you say at that time, I don't care. My name, you don't know.

His name is Charlie, but screw it. And at that point, Charles, you know, Ing, merges from the shadows in the dimly lit room dressed in dark colors, Lake wearing a tan knit sweater enters the camera range now for a moment to adjust the bonds on Kathy's ankles and moves back out of sight and says, if you don't cooperate with us, if you don't agree this evening, right now, to cooperate with us, we'll probably put around to your head and take you out and bury you in the same area we buried Mike. A few minutes later, Lake Tells Cathy, while you're here, we'll keep you busy.

You'll wash for us, you'll clean for us, cook for us, you'll fuck for us. That's your choice in a nutshell. All this help will be played later for a jury, and people are especially bothered by this video. Makes sense. A few minutes later, he adds, in the last 24 hours, we've been tired, nervous, little high, strong, perhaps. We expect you to do something about that.

Believe me, we both need it. If you go along with us, cooperate with us, we'll be as nice as we can to you. We'll be as nice as we can to you within the limits of keeping you prisoner. If you don't go along with us, we'll probably take you into the bed, tie you down, rape you, shoot you and bury you. Sorry, lady, time's up. Make your choice. Fuck. Mother fuckers are ruthless. Then Lake Instructs Kathy to take off all her clothes, tells her that Charlie is going to shower with her. And then when she's cleaned up, they're both going to have their way with her. Back at her safe way, Kathy Store Manager receives an unexpected call from Kathy on Monday. Kathy asked for an extended leave of four weeks.

Right. The Everconvince are going to let her go in a month explaining that she has a prospective job lined up in the Lake Tahoe area. The manager grants her request. Subsequently, he receives a typed letter under which appears to be her signature announcing that both she and her boyfriend, Mike Carroll had found permanent jobs. They'll be staying in their new location. It also contains a request for the manager to clean out her locker forward the contents

along with her W2 form to the post office box, right? Near, we'll see you,ville, California. Two more tapes of Kathy will later be found in the second tape. She also gives, as she gives, Aingham massage in the third tape, Lake takes some nude photos over after that. No one knows what happened to Kathy because Charlie never confessed and Lake never had the opportunity to confess in court. Lake calls a friend the week after Kathy's abduction and has him pick up Mike Carroll's car saying it was abandoned and has him sell it. Meanwhile, an early April of 1985, Lake's new neighbors are growing increasingly frustrated

with the man they know as Charles Gunner. When Lonnie Bonn conducts them out of town business, Lake stops by his house and asks his wife Brenda to, can you, can you fill in the blank? Take some nude pics. You got it. Classic lake. You just got lake Brenda. Curtis Everett, Lonnie's pal and business associates stays overnight at the cabin. Bonn tells him he's trying, oh, this is another night. Bonn tells him he's trying to stay clear a gunner because gunner is a survivalist who has weapons, deals weed. Bon tells every that he's been to Gunner's house, seen all sorts of guns, grenades, even a fucking grenade launcher.

Bon also noticed shelves in Gunner's house jammed with videotapes and he'd hurt and he was in to making smut movies. And Gunner, ever later said, had the hots for Brenda and continually bothered her about modeling for him. Sounds right? She'd been so unnerved by the insistent and constant request for her to pose nude that she grew afraid to stay home alone. And then in mid-April Bond and Everett, meet Navalny Town to work on some commercial enterprise while Brenda and Lonnie Jr. stay with acquaintances in San Diego, and Bond tells Everett that he'd had enough a gunner shit.

He told them that as soon as their business would done in the valley, he was going to take care of the problems in Willis you feel with the gun. Ever would later say that he interpreted the comment to mean that Bond planned to have it out with Gunner and paying back for messing with his woman. He was going to go kill him. He would have it out with Lake, and he and a friend, you know, that came to deal with Lake Scott Stapley, they would lose this battle by Wednesday morning, April 17th, he and his baby Lonnie Jr. and his friend Scott would be dead and his wife would either

be dead or about to die being held captive a new playmate for Lake and Eings Miranda project. Lake and Eing after the murders drove to San Diego, showed up at Scott's girlfriend, Tori Dullin's home. Lake told her he wanted all the scots belonging to take back with him to make it look like Scott had moved out so that nobody came looking for him. Lake said he tried to cover up the deaths of Scott, Lonnie, Brenda, and Lonnie, Jr. at Wiltsville because it looked like there was legal guns and drugs in the cabin and he didn't want the police to open around.

He said it looked like the whole scene had been a drug deal gone bad completely overwhelmed with shock. Tori actually gave him all of Scott stuff and didn't contact authorities. Dude was a smooth talking psychopath. In Michigan, the families of Brenda O'Connor and Lonnie Bond couldn't believe it when phone calls and letters from their loved ones suddenly just ceased without explanation. Several other families had recently felt the same horror when their kin had vanished. Donald Lake, Charles Gunner, Maurice Rock, Cheryl Acoro, Randy Jacobson, Harvey Dubs, Deborah Dubs, Sean Dubs, Paul Cosner, Clifford Purtano, Jeffrey Gerald, Mike Carroll, Kathleen Allen, Lonnie Bond, Brenda O'Connor, Lonnie Bond

Jr., two babies, four women, ten men, God knows how many others all miss him. All having been in contact with Leonard Lake or Charles Stinger, both right before they vanished. If you don't remember those dubs name, woman had seen Charles Sting leaving the San Francisco residents of the dubs family, baby Sean only 16 months old in July of 84, shortly before the family vanished, along with a lot of Harvey Dubs video equipment. He'd recently opened up a business called Video Dubs. He'd record weddings, graduations, etc., or rent out expensive video equipment for others to record

these events. And his believed that Ingenlake killed this entire family just to be able to have their video equipment to use for the Miranda project. By early May 1905, there had been so many victims that Lake could transfer money from one victim to another for his personal use. Using Randy Jacobson's identification, he cast a check to Randy that appeared to have been written by Kathleen Allen from her credit union account weeks after both were dead. On Sunday, June 2nd, 1905, Lake and Inge's long run of murder and mayhem would finally come to an end. They wanted some materials to torture people with. So in and Lake drove to a South San Francisco lumber yard, supply store, you know, slash supply store, at the corner of railroad Avenue and Spruce Street.

Wasn't a particularly chilly day, but in more a heavy parka. Perfect for concealing shop lifted items. Leaving a haunted in the store's front parking lot, Lake and Inks stroll inside, Inks stopped to examine a display of table vices. God knows what he wanted to do with some vices. Lake wandered off to another section of the store. Reserve, South San Francisco Police Department officer, John Callis happened to enter the store a few minutes later.

Watch as a short muscular Asian man walking towards him, carrying a large vice. Fully expecting him to turn left towards the sales counter. Callis is surprised when he instead marches quickly out the front door. Instantly, Callis approaches the sales clerk, asked if he'd sold the man a vice. When the clerk said he didn't, Callis said, well, if no one sold a vice, then you just got ripped off. Accompanied by another clerk, Callis sprints outside of the parking lot to find in.

He spots him standing at the passenger door of a copper-colored Honda Prelude about 75 feet from the entrance. When Callis spots him, in moves away walks diagonally towards the intersection of Spruce and Airport. The clerk shouted him to stop and picks up his pace, vanishes from sight. Callis, meanwhile, returns to the Honda, looking for the vice, sees the box of wrenches on the back seat. Callis called in the crime officer Daniel Wright comes to the store. Since the Honda's trunk lid remained open, Wright looks inside, finds the vice, still marked with $75 price tag. He later recalled, there was a South City lumber and supply bag directly next to it. I looked through that for any type of receipt, but found none.

Calis wondered aloud if any more property might be in the car anymore stolen property, so Wright scanned through the trunk's contents, and he later reported I found a backpack listed it. It was very heavy. Inside was a gun case containing a semi-automatic, stern, rubber 22 caliber handgun and a silencer, examining the weapon closer. Callis noted a serial number found that the weapon had recently purchased by our Scott Stappley in San Diego, one of the murder victims. I have the guy that was going to go help his buddy confront Charles Gunner, aka Leonard Lake, right, had just completed logging this information when a bearded man exter the store approached him, said that, Hey, everything's all right. He said he'd taken care of the bill for the vice.

You know, his friend accidentally had carried it out. There's no reason to pursue this matter further. When officer right asked him who he was, Lake says, my name is Stappley. And then he reaches for his bill for a, a bill reaches for his wallet and withdraws a driver's license for Robyn Scott Stapply. Right once again uses a radio to check for any warrants on Stapply, picking up the silencer, right, told Stapply that it was an illegal possession, places him under arrest, handcuffs him, radios are request for another officer to transport him to the station. While Lake is being taken in, Wright finds a stun gun and also finds

nine slide photographs of Lonnie Bond, Brenda O'Connor, Lonnie Bond, Jr., and others. Lake had taken pictures of a lot of these people before killing them. You know, made them into slide photos so we could, I'm guessing, you know, watch them whenever he wanted to relive his kills, photo albums a nude woman he'd slept with, or at least talked into taking some pictures and pictures of people he'd murdered. His collections, he really was the collector.

Like Bob Burdell in Kansas City, a much darker collector than the character in the book or the movie the collector. I wonder how many people he showed nude photos of murder victims too. I bet he got off and shit like that. Officer Wright called in for another check this time on the vehicle. He learned the vehicle belong to another missing person, Paul Cosner of San Francisco.

At the police station, the bearded man calling himself Scott Stappley faces some serious questions now in an interrogation room. An officer spoke to Lake tells him how they knew his Honda belong to a man named Paul Cosner who had been missing for nine months, tells him that someone had attached license plates registered to a Buick owned by Lonnie Bond, another missing person. So they had him. They fucking had him. He knows it.

Lake slumps in his chair to feed it his eyes well up with tears. He asked for a piece of paper and a pen saying he needs to write a note to his wife. Now his ex-wife really, before giving his confession, his interrogator removes his hand guffs, his handcuffs, so they can do so. While Blake scrolls a message, he asks for, he asks for a glass of water. He's given one. He admits that his real name is Leonard Thomas Lake. Tells the police.

He's wanted on outstanding charges in Mendocino County. He also identifies this companion as Charles Eing, adding an Eing concern to had served time in Leven's worth. Then he writes his note, which says, dear Lynn and Lynn is cricket. I love you. I forgive you. Freedom is better than all else. Tell Janet, I'm sorry. Mom, Patty and all. I'm sorry for all the trouble. Love. Leonard. Lately, folds the paper stuff's in his shirt pockets. Before the handcuffs can be snapped back on his wrist, he reaches under his collar, pulls out one of those fucking cyanide pills. He's been talking about for years. He would never shut the fuck up about.

Gulps it down with a quick swallow of water. Moments later, he has collapsed on the floor. He's starting to have convulsions. He did it or he had done it. Excuse me. He said for years, he was going to take cyanai to avoid prison time and he wasn't joking. Right before he loses consciousness, he's able to talk one of his interrogators, this female detective, and to take an offer top and pose him for a couple quick new picks.

Of course that's not true. I love it if it was. He's like, how, how, how, if he just, if he came in the, if he came in the camera, if he he's just, just a nip, if he could just take off a top and show me a nip, uh, he's rushed to a nearby hospital, puts on life support systems, he, he'll never regain consciousness. Detectives quickly contact Lynn Cricket, the laws who leads them to the cabin and the bunker in Wilsyville and investigators immediately get a search warrant to look over the premises. Investigators, students soon step inside Lakes combination tool shed workshop, they find an array of

construction tools as expected, along with shovels, picks, the wheelbarrow, other ordinary, you know, implements and tools. They also find a wall covered in photos of scantily clad young women, not all of whom seem happy to be having the picture taken. Detectives know they are now facing the task of identifying a variety of murder victims. By pacing the perimeter outside, the investigators realize there is considerably more space inside than what's being used by the workshop. They re-entered the building, see piano hinges on a plywood wall, realize there's a hidden door behind some shelves. The hinges are bent. If someone on the other side had been pushing or pounding on the concealed door, that's so fucking sad.

Right? Whoever's been trapped inside there pounding, trying to get out, perhaps a variety of people pounding, trying to get out. With the officers open the door, they find it leads through a narrow passageway into a rectangular chamber that they will label the living area. The room contains a bed, table with the lamp, desk, dresser, shelves for food storage, clothing, various other supplies, and also, how psychotic is this? A copy of the collector.

By John Files resting on the bookshelf, it's the only book on the shelf. If captives wanted to read, that's what they got to read. At one end of the chamber, a plywood partition divides the space, making yet a third tiny room no more than three and a half feet wide by six and a half feet long, it contains a narrow platform. About two feet wide, a rubber foam pad lays on this platform that was probably used for a bed. Five gallon plastic bucket with a roll of toilet paper sits in a dark corner. The cell had been completely soundproofed. A mirror had been inserted into the wooden wall

between the living area and the tiny cell providing a one-way view into the cramped cubicle, so someone could watch whoever was inside. A single type sheet of paper was posted on one wall. The words made the detectives sick when they read it, it said, rules. One, I must always be ready to service my master. I must be clean, brushed, made up with my cell neat. 2. I must never speak unless spoken to, unless in bed, I must never look my master in the eye, but must keep my eyes downcast. Jesus Christ!

3. I must never show my disrespect, either verbally or silent. I must never show my disrespect either verbally or silent. I must never cross my arms or legs in front of my body or clench my fists and unless eating, must always, this is so weird, must always keep my lips parted. 4. I must be obedient, completely and in all things. I must obey immediately and without question or comment, five, I must always be quiet when locked in myself. Six, I must remember and obey any additional rules told to me. I must understand that any disobedience, any pain, trouble or annoyance caused by me to my master will be grounds for punishment. So fucking ridiculous. And again, weird, that this is,

I don't know what the odds of this would be, it's gotta be like one in a trillion. This is exactly a word for word what I read to my wife Lindsay again, just the other night. I was like, we gotta talk about some fucking ground rules, all right? Listen, we're gonna negotiate from here. We're gonna start here, and then we're gonna fucking,

and we're gonna compromise. No, this is crazy. He actually did all this shit. Investigators find photos, so many photos, they find video tapes of two women, Kathy Allen, Brenda O'Connor. Who knows how many other women were actually, hello hostage there, and the opening shots of Brenda's tape,

she sits in the same brown chair Kathy had. At one point, she says to the man who she still thinks his name Charles Gunner, right? This guy that she thinks is her neighbor, Charles, Charles, what are you gonna do with? What are you going to do to us? Why are you doing this? And Lake Answers, because we hate you.

A minute or so later, Lake says, your baby is going to take to be taken away. There's a family in Fresno that doesn't have a baby. Brenda pleads, you're not taking my baby from me. It's incredibly, some of these videos, like this portion I watch on YouTube, Lake says they've got one now. Charles adds, it's better than the baby is dead, right? Lake and England taunt Brenda about her baby.

They make her undress. Tell her that Charles is gonna shower with her and that Lake is going to then rape her. Brenda has no idea that as this tape has made her baby and her husband are already dead. As the land around the bunker begins to be searched, six different plots of ground containing blackened soil, the signals of sites of hot fires, where remains may have been burned or found.

One of the police canons makes the first discovery that sets off alarms of multiple murders, the curious dog walked a short distance away during a break in the search, returns carrying a bone between his teeth. Close examination reveals remnants of flesh still clinging to the bone and that a pathologist declares that's a human bone. Not long after this, not far from the bunker and a secret chamber, a sheriff's deputy spots of 4x8 foot section of plywood on the ground, partially obscured by a scattering of iron-rich red dirt common to the region.

By sifting the dirt, remove from under the plywood plywood the searchers turn up bone fragments. A section of a human spine and bits of human teeth. Dr. Boyd, Steven's chief medical examiner for the city and county of San Francisco joins the task force reports that hundreds of bone fragments have found that have been subjected to cremation. The reason for six burn sites on the ground becomes clear. Bodies definitely being burned in these six sites. Eventually thousands of bone pieces are gathered from the property. On the third day of the search at Will C.ville, investigators receive expected news from San Francisco that Leonard Thomas Lake has died from cyanide poisoning.

His death will be the first on a long list of deaths. The next two entries come from a grizzly discovery by men excavating a telephone line trench. The first body, probably an African-American man, never be identified. The other victim also African-American was Maurice Rock, one of those guys who disappeared from the pink palace. Remnants of another occupant of the pink palace, pink palace are found, rocks, friends, Cheryl, a coral. Also among the photographs discovered in the bunker is a picture of a coral standing on

the deck, the projected from the back of the Balaz cabin, her wrist locked in handcuffs. Several sealed packages containing hundreds of dollars in coins of all denominations or dug up on the property. Two Tupperware containers have rolls of silver dollars in them, along with valuable gold pieces, foreign coins, jewelry, one of the plastic paint tubs held Leonard Lakes Journal from 1983 and 1984. Several more sealed drums contained driver's licenses, Social Security cards, bank cards, checkbooks, other ID, Randy Jacobson's Remains are found,

that man who'd vanished from the pink palace or near the pink palace in June of 1984. The medical examiner finds that his body was totally encased in lime and that he'd ingested cyanide, Leonard Lakes Poisoned Choice. Two more videotapes are found when an investigator popped one of them labeled taboo into a VCR. It first appeared to be nothing more than a taped movie. But when he rewound it, a split second flash of something obviously unrelated to the movie appeared in the first few seconds of the tape. Two stiff bodies wrapped in plastic and in sleeping bags, seemingly

in rigor mortis, appeared to be resting in a blue wheelbarrow. Copeland had seen a blue wheelbarrow near the bunker. So what else had been on that tape before a movie was taped over a snuff film? Right? Did they not find snuff films because maybe they were sold in the black market? I'd be surprised if he didn't make them. No more bodies turned up. Experts estimated that after finding some 45 pounds of bone fragments, at least 25 people's remains were buried around the bunker. Now what about Charlie Eing?

Let's back up a bit, find out where he went when he walked away from that lumber yard. Back on June 2nd, 1925, it really simply walked away to avoid arrest. He contacted Cricket from a pay phone. She picked him up, they drove back to the lumber yard. When they saw Leonard talking to the cops, Cricket got scared and drove off, and she dropped in off at a bus station, where he called his aunt, told her he wanted to take a vacation,

and was able to get her to wire him 400 bucks. He called the owner of Dennis moving, said that a pal and Hawaii committed suicide, said he needed time off for the funeral, packs a suitcase, then has his on drive him, yeah, drive him to San Francisco International Airport. I'm sorry. I meant to click that. My notes too. She didn't wire him. Little detail, but important, get these things right. She gives them the money. Does not wire the money. Gives it to him. In route to the airport, he mails a package of guns to himself in Chicago, buys a ticket to Chicago, flies there, stays at a friend's house for a few days, former Marine who spent time with 11 worth, receives

that package that he mailed. Inge then spends four more nights at the Chateau Hotel in Chicago under the name of Mike Camotto before getting a ride to Detroit, where he crosses the border into Canada. From there, he makes his way to Calgary where one of his sisters lives. By the week, first week of July, 1985, Charles, and has been targeted in an international manhunt by FBI, Interpol, Scotland Yard, the Royal Canadian Mount of Police. He makes it to Calgary where it does not believe he believed

to be stay with the sister. Maybe he was just too worried that agents were monitoring her house and steady hides in the woods. He fashioned himself a primitive lean to campsite in fish creek park situated in a small wooded valley that runs with the southern part of Calgary, short walk from a bus stop. Some kids find him sleeping there in the woods. The police are called. Inge is gone by the time they make it back to the park or they make it to the park to police. Then on Saturday, July 6, old sticky fingers gets caught again. Sean Patrick Doyle, 46-year-old high school teacher, part-time security guard, nudges

his partner, George Forster, 48, inside a downtown Hudson Bay company department store. Doyle has spotted a short Asian man wearing a t-shirt, blue jeans, and running shoes acting suspiciously. He says, he put a tin of salmon into a shopping bag along with a two liter bottle of Pepsi, canned soup, sugar, some other items. Then he slips several of these items into a blue knapsack, walked past the cash register and heads towards the exit. Doyle and Forster follow him.

Once he's a few steps outside the store, Doyle and Forester grabbed Inge and the struggle breaks out. Inge had a 22 caliber handgun inside his jacket, fires it twice during the struggle to subdue Inge. Forester reported as soon as I saw he had a gun, I put a choke hold on him. Sean grabbed for his hand, gave him a sort of a shoulder block, and the three of us went down to the floor. Doyle ended up getting shot in the hand, but he enforced her able to hold on to martial arts master in until the Calgary police arrive and take him into custody. Random funny detail about this,

when the police came and got him, a crowd had gathered to watch and they erupted into cheers. The Calgary Stampede was in town. This huge kind of rodeo event and there was like shows going on around town and the spectators admitted later, they thought this was an act. They thought this was like just like a weird little scene just part of the Calgary Sampeat But in reality it was this fucking serial killer being arrested for shoplifting In his book done charges of attempted murder robbery and possession of a firearm He's taken to the city jail strip searched in his holding sale In who had literally shit his pants on the right to jail tried to hang himself with his shit-soiled underwear.

I'm sure that was fun for officers to entie. Right? He had to untie his shit-stained underwear, take him to the shower to get clean. For a time, Eing was left naked in his cell, quote, depressed suicidal and fearful. The kidnapper became the prisoner. Sure, he didn't like it. When Eing's campsite at Fish Creek Park has searched 35 millimeter camera serial number 50225954 is found. They traced that number and find out it was a camera that had been bought by murder victim Robin Scott Stappley from a San Diego repair shop the previous April. Inx real identity soon discovered American investigators flight of Calgary, they talked

to Inx who lies his ass off, blames everything on Leonard Lake. And did make a horrifying assertion about captive Brenda's baby, Lonnie Bond Jr. Lake said, uh, or in said that Lake had strangled the child by, quote, putting the baby's head between his thighs and twisting the upper body. Jesus Christ. In said this execution method was his idea, saying he told Lake, if you want to kill the baby, make sure it doesn't suffer. Detectives question Eing about all the crimes they were uncovering in Wilsyville and also crimes unrelated to Lake, such as a young woman who had been shot to death in Hawaii at a car rental agency on a military base, and became a suspect in that case, also in a rape

case in December of 81. On December 18, 1925, Eing English found not guilty of attempted murder in Canada. He is found guilty of assault and robbery, sentenced to four and a half years behind bars. Nearly three years later, October, 1988, Inge faces the opening stages of court hearings to determine the issue of his extradition to the US, where murder charges have been filed against him. He spent the previous two years studying for his defense, hoping to avoid being sent across the u.s. were murder charges have been filed against him he spent the previous to he or he'd spent the previous two years studying for his defense hoping to avoid being sent across the border right there was a there was a possibility he would not be sent to the u.s. because

Canada does not have a death penalty California does technically have a death penalty and it was Canada's you know choice to uh you know to either send him or not there was a chance they wouldn't because that was against you was against their morality to send somebody to another country that does have the death penalty. So during the trial to decide his expedition fate, US investigators tracked down one of the men spent time with 11 worth, Ed Popovich. One of the guys he talked to about all the horrible things he did to try to persuade Canadian officials like this guy is really a piece of shit.

You really want to send him to us. You do not want to release him. And then Popovich tells investigators that he and I talked about really a piece of shit. You really want to send him to us. You do not want to release him. And then pop of it tells investigators that Hening talked about all kinds of crazy shit, talked about stuff like using lime to dispose of bodies, you know, bodies in Wilsonville were encased in lime. He said we also once discussed the best way to burn bodies, Hing told him that he and Lake

had killed several people. One time after he said he shot a guy several times, he said they'd burned his body, there were just teeth and bones left. He said that he and like it tortured that guy and other men before killing them. He also supposedly told pop of it so that he and Lake had killed some women. And then one time they even killed the woman's baby. He told pop of it. He targeted a coworker to kill what he did. He supposedly said that Lake preferred not to do the killing. So he did a lot of them. He

said he, you know, did all kinds of things that checked out with what investigators were finding in Will C.ville. You know, that they'd burn some bodies, buried others around the bunker, Inge told Ed that he'd tortured and sexually abused a variety of women. Popovitch said that Inge admitted to using a knife on one of the female victims and quoted Inge as saying, I cut the bitch up, I chopped her up. Regarding another victim, quote, he said he had used a concrete reinforcing rod. I believe that man he had beaten her with it.

He said he used pliers on one on her nipples. Jesus. Popovitz believed in his videotape torturing these women, but the footage was never found. Popovitz said to investigators, eng told me he had anal intercourse with some of the women as well as sexual intercourse in oral copulation. He said he always wasted them, quote, afterwards. He said Lake participated with him in this. They were together and had videotaped some of these activities and would send me a tape.

He said the last call he received from Ying was in mid-April, 1905 when Ying invited him to come out and join in on the fun. So, pop of it, clearly a piece of shit as well, Ed said that he told him he couldn't afford to come out and Ying offered to send him some money, but he never did. And then he never heard from in again on September 26, 1991, seven Canadian Supreme Court justices announced that by a slim 43 margins, we almost got away with all this. They ruled that Charles Ian could be extra-dotted to California and face a trial that might that might result in a verdict of death. Think about how crazy that is.

As a four to three margin, you reverse that, then he gets let out and he goes home to Hong Kong and just fucking does whatever he wants to afterwards. A few hours after this verdict, Charles Aing enters the cell with the cold within the cold for boating walls of Folsom Prison, few miles east of California's capital, Sacramento. For Charles Aing, the years of studying legal procedures while locked up in Canada had armed him with an arsenal of knowledge he would use to wage an all-out war on the California Justice system. A jail guard would later claim he overheard Inxay if you wanted to delay the system, all you have to do is fire your lawyers. And it was a tactic he would use generously. It would take six more long years of legal wrangling, changing judges,

changing defense attorneys, motions, complaints, venue arguments, and other delays before Charles Eng would even face a jury to decide his fate. The case would eventually cost California taxpayers an estimated 20 million. What a huge waste of money. Once a trial finally was underway, it quickly became clear that cricket was involved in Operation Miranda. She signed a plea deal, or charges would not be brought against her in exchange for testifying.

She was given immunity. After being given immunity, Cricketell's police that she and Lake had conversed on subjects like, you know, cutting up Gunner with a chainsaw. She also engaged in forgeries of government checks, payable to the children of Charles Gunner after his murder, helps sell, stolen items with Lake. While he was posing as Gunner at flea markets.

She also helps the police find one of the bodies. She told police to look under the chicken coop and that's where victim Randy Jacobson was found. One of Ing's defense attorneys would note cricket was deeply involved in their satomasochistic sexual practices. Her petition in the Miranda project is clear. Jurors were told cricket had helped recruit potential female victims to be photographed and that many of those photo sessions would lead to murders.

On one of the videotapes, Leonard and Cricket even sit together and look at a photo album of young women talking about some of them disappearing, joking about the Miranda project. Ings Trial last from October 26, 1998 to February 8, 1999. And the jury announces that they've deadlocked on one count of murder, but they do find in guilty of 11 other counts.

So that's fantastic. Sad, the cricket is an also in prison, but good that he's found guilty. And then on Wednesday, June 30, 1999, in his finally sentenced. While in set, slump shoulder to blank expression on his face, judge Jack Ryan cleared his throat and said in a resounding, strong voice, Charles, Cheetah, Ing, it is the judgment and sentence

of this court for 11 counts of murder for which the jury found you guilty, and the finding of true and the special circumstance of multiple murder, and the jury's verdict of death, it is the order of the court that you be punished by death within the walls of San Quentin prison at a time to be set by this court in the manner prescribed by law. And he has been on death throw ever since. And likely, we'll just, you know, die of natural causes on death throw because California is not executed to prisoners since 2006. In fact, on July 16, 2014, federal judge, Kormack J. Karney of the U.S. District Court ruled

that California's death penalty system is unconstitutional because it is, quote, arbitrary and plagued with delay. And that takes us out of one hell of a time suck timeline. Good job, soldier. You've made it back. Barely. I'm a soldier, you've made it back, barely. Want a tale, right? My God, two sociopaths coming together to unleash so much hell upon the earth.

To bend those Canadian police didn't let in kill himself with those shit-stained underwear back in Calgary. Let him die would have saved well over $20 million. I'd like to think about, you know, I'd look the other way in a situation like that. Just whoops, I can't believe you killed himself. And in five minutes, we were watching, no, I was shame.

The case of Charles Ng, man, is pointed to by a lot of pro-death penalty advocates. I pointed at it, in that regard of my standard special, don't wake the bear a few years ago. I called him Robert Ng that day. On the day of the record, he said it, Charles Ng and I regretted it ever since. So embarrassing. I won't go on and on about the death, Charles, Iing, and I regretted it ever since. So embarrassing.

I won't go on and on about the death penalty today. I've talked plenty about it on many sucks before. Nothing to really wrap up here, man. Just a darkly interesting tale. Hopefully, hopefully I told it correctly. There was so many details. Sometimes it's really hard. Some weeks, we have a hell of a time finding the information to kind of build out a suck on some random dirt bag. There was one source that we leaned on heavily.

I'll have it in the show notes that just had so many details. This journalist did an amazing job of putting this all together many years ago. But man, just two dark dudes very committed to a fucked up goal. Guys, you just didn't care about anything other than their own desires devoted their lives to inflict pain and suffering, defeating sexually satisfied, no matter what that cost other people. Inks still in prison, still in San Quentin, the oldest prison in California, just over 20 miles north of Golden Gate Bridge.

So close to where he caused so much that pain. He's 59 years old, he's healthy. And again, despite technically being on death row, he'll never be executed. So that's a bummer. Hopefully another inmate carries out that death sentence. I hope it hurts. I mean, if anyone deserves a terrible death, who qualifies more?

He ties with some previous dirt bags we've talked about like Joseph Duncan, right? Leonard Lakes old murder buddy, Charles Zing. Right up there, right up there with the worst meat sack you can be. And time now for top five, take aways. Time, suck, top five, take away. Number one, Leonard Lake and Charles

in both US Marines, both discharged, in kicked out in prison for stealing weapons, fleeing capture, Lake let go for mentally breaking down during the second tour of Vietnam. Both would use their military training to conduct a variety of fucked up ops, like Operation Miranda. Number two, Ing was convicted 11 murders, but he and Lake are thought to have killed at least 25 people.

And at least two women were imprisoned and then killed in Operation Miranda. Probably much more than that. Number three, holy shit Leonard Lake, like to take a nude pic, my god, did he love it? He was more committed to putting together photo albums of nude women than anyone I've ever heard of. If he could have just been hired by hustler or some other porn mag, you know, maybe some of this could have been avoided. Number four, Charles Engel rested in Calgary in 1985, extradited to the US 1991, finally convicted of murder in 1999. His $20 million trial was the most expensive trial in the history of California at the time. Number five, new info, Bob Bredella and Leonard Lake, not the only serial killers inspired

by the collector. Christopher Bernard Wilder, aka the Beauty Queen killer, was an Australian man from Sydney who abducted and raped at least 12 women killed at least a to them during a six week cross country crimes free in the US in early 1984. He'd lure women mostly models to his truck under the pretense of taking some photos right. Fucking so similar to Leonard Lake, then he'd abduct them rape him sometimes kill him a copy of the novel the collector collector, found amongst his possessions, a well-read copy after his death. What is it about that book?

It's author John Files stated in an interview that his own sick fantasies were what inspired him to write this book. As a boy, he said he frequently imagined imprisoning some women and exerting power over them. Man, if he only knew how powerful this book was gonna be, I wonder if he would have just maybe kept that fantasy to himself. Time, suck, tough, right, take away. Charles, Eng, and Leonard Lake have been sucked.

What a crazy tale. Does anyone else do, and stuff that's similar, somewhere in the world right now? A lot of survivalists live in near me, Northern Idaho, any of them, harboring some operation Miranda-like plans. It's scary to think about what we might find someday on remote properties around here. Big thanks to the time suck team.

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Thanks to the Queen of the Suck, Lindsey Cummins for doing a little bit of everything. Reverend Dr. Paisley been working hard on some stuff. We will unveil later this year, Bidelixer, app design crew doing beta tests after beta tests, after beta tests, on an upcoming app based trivia game, Logan and Kate at SpicyClover and BadMagicMarch.com and the socials and the script keeper,

Zach Flannery, doing a little bit everything recently as well. And thank you to the many times, suckers, you send gifts to the suckdowns every week, very lucky to have such awesome fans. Next week, true crime continues with the space lizard voted in topic of Alexander Solanik, the super killer. Alexander a Russian gangster who escaped impenetrable prisons, murdered rival gang leaders, a mysterious contract killer who may or may not have been in the special forces in the Soviet military, may have assassinated a high level NATO officials during the Cold War a lot of mysteries around this guy

He escaped incarceration numerous times and if you believe all the legends He was basically like a real-life fucking Chuck Norris Steven Segal type action movie character a killing machine a one-man killing crew Who did stuff like take on a dozen men in a Russian prison brawl and win? Yeah, he touched untouchable Russian gang leaders seemed unstoppable and then he vanished. And if you want to know more, you have to listen next week. And now let's check out today's Time Sucker Updates. Steve Walker has some good news to share with us. I like good news. Steve says, so pleased to finally have something to say to the monster cockman What the hell? saved episodes. Been jumping around, listening to the most recent, I believe I can officially say this suck is my favorite podcast.

Yes. Love the accuracy of information with the Tom Foulery and your absolute batshit, Sensei Humor. I mean, that is a compliment. My young fiance and I just learned that we are pregnant. With our first child currently five and a half weeks, but we figure by the time you read this, if you choose on the suck, that we will have told our family,

I'm so excited to announce it to the world, at least to the world of the suck. But with that comes a question. As a parent of two, do you have any advice for us? O Lord Master of Suckdom, thanks for so many hours of fun and feeding my quest for knowledge. So many yet to have been heard, much love to you, the family, and to all my fellow suckers.

Sincerely, new daddy, Steve. We'll congrats Steve. Such great news, hail Nimrod. My main advice I'll try to be kind of brief be present be patient listen let your kid know you love them I've had times when I've been able to take my kids on nice vacations I've had times when I've worried about the cost of taking them out to dinner I used to worry about money. Allow with my kids, you know

I used to think about just what could I give them financially, but the most important thing truly is free It's your time. Build memories with them. So they can look back on memories when you were pacing with them, when you listened to them, you know, when you took an interest in what they were doing, you know, you can't tell them you love them too much.

Be firm with them, discipline them when they need it. Give them firm boundaries. Don't them get away with being a tiny, terrible person because they'll grow up into be a big, terrible person. But also let them know how proud of them you are when they do something great, positive reinforcement, probably much more important than the negative reinforcement and punishment.

And get them some, get them the fucking speech classes that I probably should have taken as well. Good luck and enjoy every moment you can. I'm thinking about my kids right now, and they go on a hike with the fam as soon as I'm done recording this episode. Some nice words now from sweet sack Billy Mitchell, Billy writes, please excuse my poor punctuation and shitty sentence structure and all the other eighth grade English class bullshit.

Also, I don't feel bad about this long ass email like a lot of other suckers. I hope I've managed to successfully send you an email as I am the least tech savvy millennial in history. I've listened to you every Monday for about a year and a half and finally decided to write if this makes it to you. The reason I'm writing you is to keep your Chicatilo Shamecock half hard by telling you that this podcast is different in a lot of ways. You not only manage to keep us all suckers engaged, but you bring something new to every single suck.

I thought to myself today, why do I listen to your podcast so religiously? All I could come up with is the fact that somehow you manage not only to tell an interesting story, but I'd never otherwise hear like Chiquitilo Shamecock or Crowley's butt-fucking-in-the-desert escapades, but you put an interesting spin on all of it. Your perspective and humor somehow come together

in a soup sandwich kind of way that makes your subjects much more interesting. If you don't fuck up pronunciations of words or throw in a cuss word here and there, your podcast would give off that uptight pinky up while you drink kind of vibe. I like that, I like it. You got to do keep rockin, you're good people don't change anything you're doing. I would have never heard of you or Albert Fish have worn from my old coworker Jordan.

He's got an interesting way of looking at things kind of like you. He's responsible for making me a sucker. I couldn't be more thankful for him and you take the edge of my Mondays off. He worked with me for an alcohol distributor in Reno, Nevada, the suckers. Oh, yeah, it's just a pronunciation. But if you could do me a favor and give him a shout, tell him John is still a seaworth. It would be greatly appreciated. Keep rocking that mush mouth. Pray more suckers. Suffer Cummins Law. Billy, thank you, Billy. Truly, truly, thank you. You put some wind in my sail with that kind of message. I appreciate it thoroughly

in a bit of a mental funk recently, but I feel better now, feeling better today. So glad you like the stories the way I tell them, because I can't tell them any other way. And thank you, Jordan. Fuck that cunt, John, and hail Nimrod. Now a serious update from rightfully concerned, sucker. Nick, I'll leave his last name out for reasons to understand here in a second. Nick writes, dear Dan, come suck Lord actual grandmaster, sucked, Reagan. First off, thank you for everything you do. Time suck team and you have understand here in a second, Nick writes, dear Dancom, suck Lord, actual grandmaster, suck dragon. First off, thank you for everything you do. Time suck team and you have become an integral part

of my daily routine. Coffee, nicotine, Dancom, mmm, delicious, trio. I'm writing this because I'm genuinely seeking your opinion on a serious matter. My daughter who is three has accused a family member and older kid of touching her inappropriately and making sure to include the fact that it hurt her physically as a fucking tragic.

She has given very descriptive details on when and where and who. When I heard this from her, I broke down like a baby. I get it. Not just for my daughter, but for the other child involved because I personally believe that it is not something that just randomly pops into a kid's head, something learned. When I brought this to my family, no one would cause strife amongst my family and extended family. My daughter, my wife and I were immediately dismissed pretty much told it didn't happen, and then my daughter is lying. It's not good. My daughter maintains that it happened

in a closet similar to the ones she has in her room when she's brought into that closet to get her nighttime diaper off, to put big girl underwear on, she freaks out. She will scream and say things like, no, please don't touch my holes, don't touch my PBG, Jesus Christ, man. Personally, this is all the info I need to believe her. I'm aware of false memories, how leading questions can create a false narrative. So my wife and I are very careful about that. The accused is not on the same developmental stage

as my daughter, so the curiosity theory is thrown out. All I want is for my family to take this seriously and they are not. My wife and I have avoided bringing this out to my daughter anymore because it's traumatizing for her and we wanted to forget ASAP. I truly do not know where to go from here. I'm reaching out to you because I respect you as a man and as a father. I'm not looking for this to be read aloud during a podcast. I just want the advice of another father. Thank you and the time stock team for everything you do. Cultivated

curious, truly a wonderful community. I'm so thankful to have this outlet for advice and support. And then I'm going to leave out the last day at little wonderful community. I'm so thankful to have this outlet for advice and support. And then I'm gonna leave out the last day at a little part there. Well, I chose to read this because I think it's an important thing for other people to hear, truly. Because sexual abuse is way too common, it's way too real. Thank you first for writing all the kind words. You sound like a fantastic father.

This is tough. It's not a lot about your situation. Here's what I think. I think you should do some googling in your area for a counselor that specializes in sexual abuse, making appointment for you and your wife to accompany your daughter to however many, you know, appointments it takes. You know, a good therapist is also going to be well aware of false memory syndrome. And if after, you know, a variety of counseling sessions, you all are convinced that another child in the family

are still convinced that another child in the family touched your daughter very inappropriately, then I think you go back to that child's parents' demand to talk about it. If they won't talk about it, I think you say that you're gonna have to talk to the police then, you're gonna have to get social services involved and if the threat of doing that

doesn't start a conversation, then I think you follow through and you do that. Because if your family is furious with you you after that, that's on them. But I say all this, you know, with an asterisk, I'm not qualified in these matters. That's why you should go to a therapist. Get the therapist's advice about all of this. This is their area of expertise, not mine. And I would do this very soon. Best of luck, I hope this gets resolved as soon as possible. What I wouldn't do is just nothing from this point forward, right?

It's too important. You don't want to risk something happening again because you don't talk to somebody and don't root out what's sadly, there could be a pedophile in the family. And if there is, you want to do everything you can to find them and you don't want your daughter

when she's older to look back and think that you didn't do enough. So that's my advice, man. Best of luck, Jesus Christ. So sorry that happened. Next up, Devil Boy, Proud Papa, Kickass Sucker has a shout out and writes, Greetings Succos. This is Spaceless or Devil Boy. Been a Spaceless or Cold Member for a while.

Loved the podcast. It's my first time contacting you because I haven't had anything important to say until now. My son, Kiefer, is the one who introduced you and the suck to me and our family and countless others. He's been listening since the beginning. Has to be one of the first few space lizards. His art is on your wall, the piece with the spaces and the bow jangles coming out of your head.

I know it. I remember getting it. He has been to a bunch of your shows in the Orange County, California, even got to see you near New Hampshire last year. I'm not in Boston. He did a demon voice challenge for you. He's the guy who did the shining twins pose for you in the rec room.

I don't even beach. The prom pose at that location here before. By now you probably know who he is. And to my point, this super fan is one of the greatest people there is. I know him by his, but it's true. His birthday is coming up on May 7th. It would be pretty fucking sweet if you could give him a

shout out. He's been bugging me to call right in the show. So here it is. Keith Dogg. I love you. Love you big give him a shout out. He's been bugging me to call right in the show. So here it is, Keith Dogg, I love you. Love you big little buddy, happy birthday. Thank you, Dan and crew for kicking out quality content, become a conscious source of entertainment, and discussion from our family, or for our family.

Keep doing that thing you do, we'll keep listening. He'll name Rod, and keep on fucking. I don't know if that was intentional, but I hope it was, and I like it. Well, thank you, Devil Boy, happy belated birthday, Keith Dogg. Your dad did get this message to me early by the way. So the late's all on me. Love you, man.

I hope you're doing well. Hope to see you again. Still have your art on the Sucked Dungeon Wall right near my desk. Hail, Nair Maude, dude. Last up some humor. A Cummins Law and Shoutout update from Magnificent Meat Sack, Ryan Shank, Ryan Wrights.

Dear Master Sucker, quarantine king, COVID commander. I'm writing into sharing my Cummins Law story. I have a six month old son, been in the hospital since March 9th, so I'm man. My wife and I have been trading place at the hospital every Sunday and Thursday for the last month. So one of us can stay home with our four year old. The six month old just had open heart surgery this week.

Jesus man, I'm glad they're doing good though. While sitting in his bedside, I was listening to the COVID-19 cell with my headphones on. One of his monitors started to alarm, so I got up to check on it. When I stood up quickly, the headphone jack popped some plugged right after that. Clear as day, loudly you say,

no one likes scabby balls. Well, I'll do it in your manscaping commercial. I couldn't see the nurses job. I couldn't see the nurses jaws drop because they were wearing masks. But I did see some white eyes and heard some muffled laughs. I quickly let back to my laptop, the pausy episode, prevent any additional ball talk. Luckily, nurses see and hear far worse.

I'm sure they thought it was funny. Sarra for the long email just wanted to thank you for all the hard work you and your team do to provide us with free content. Thank you all sort of crime and sport, small town murder, and the bro arm boys for keeping my mind distracted while this has been going on. Been separated from my wife and sons three or four days a week every week for the last month has been hard, especially since I've been furloughed for my job and practicing social distancing. All these nurses and doctors are two heroes and we're grateful not only for their hard work, but for the great sense of humor they have as well.

Be well, good sir and keep on sucking. Well, thank you, Ryan. Appreciate you sharing this. Hope things pick up for you and your family very, very soon. Love the small town murder shot out for James and Jimmy, and the Bro on Boys. Oh, man, so good. Great podcasts. Yes, a lot of hero doctors and nurses working right now.

During a scary time for the medical community, thank all of you in the medical community for doing what you do. And thank all of you for sending these messages and have a great rest of your week. I wanna go get to the hike with my kiddies. I wanna go get to the hike with my kiddies. Thanks, time suckers.

I need a net. We all did. Have a great week, everybody. Fuck COVID-19. Don't let it drive you crazy enough to build a bunker slash fucked dungeon out in the the woods and you know what mostly just keep on Man that was a crazy episode hey before I get out of here, um, man, what's I gonna say? Is there any way I take a couple new picks you? No

Man, I don't know how he did it before i get out of here uh... and was i can say uh... is there any way i think a couple new picks you uh... how he did it