Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 289 - Robert Yates: Serial Killing "Family Man"

Episode Date: March 28, 2022

Robert Lee Yates often described himself as a "family man." And he was a family man. He was a married father of five. Married to the mother of his children for over twenty years. He was also a decorated veteran who served in the military for over twenty years as well, most of that span in active duty service as a helicopter pilot of the army. He was, for many, the last person you would suspect to be a sexually motivated serial killer. But that's who he also was. Yates killed at least a dozen women in  1997 and 1998, most of them in Spokane, Washington, not far from the campus of Gonzaga University, where I was a student at that time. While I was studying and partying, less than a mile away, women were getting picked up, paid for sex, and then shot in the head by a wolf in sheep's clothing. Who is Robert Lee Yates, and why did he do what he did? We try and find out in this week's true crime edition of Timesuck. The Bad Magic Charity of the month is New Orleans Community Fridges  will be this months recipient of the Bad Magic Donation! We donated $13,900 to them and $1,500 to our new scholarship fund. Such a cool charity, providing free food and drink to those who are food insecure. Visit nolacommunityfridges.org for more info!TICKETS FOR HOT WET BAD MAGIC SUMMER CAMP!  Go to www.badmagicmerch.comWatch the Suck on YouTube: https://youtu.be/-aDMb4rvMWsMerch: https://www.badmagicmerch.comDiscord! https://discord.gg/tqzH89vWant 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 happens to be our most current page :)For all merch related questions/problems: [e-mail] (copy and paste)Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcastWanna become a Space Lizard?  Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcastSign 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.

In 1997 and 1998, after killing at least one local woman in the year before, the Spokane serial killer rampaged through the Eastern Washington, inland empire city, kidnapping and murdering woman after woman, plucking them with increasing frequency from East Bragg Avenue, a popular stretch of road for sex workers less than a mile from both downtown Spokane and the campus of Gonzaga University. Even though nearly all his victims came from the same place, this killer was especially hard to catch because he didn't look like anyone. You would think would be a serial killer.

He wasn't some loner with the history of sexual or violent crimes, wasn't some blatantly dysfunctional deviant like Arthur Shawcross, wasn't some creepy loner like Richard Ramirez. He was a married middle-aged father of five, married for over 20 years to the mother of all five of his children.

Robert Lee Yates, in addition to being a serial killer, was also a military veteran who served honorably overseas, a former helicopter pilot, and a guy who just seemed to most to be a good hardworking all-American family man. In reality, behind closed doors, not always the greatest father. He could be a good dad, actually. He was real good at living two separate lives, but he could also be verbally and physically abusive. He definitely wasn't a great husband. He was controlling and cruel in addition

to constantly cheating on his wife. He was a man who seemed addicted to sex workers, but only those sex workers seemed to know that in the years leading to his capture. For years, he regularly snuck away from his large family. At night, the crews down, spoke hands, spray Gavin who just a few miles from home, looking for local sex workers to hire,

and sometimes to kill. After having sex with his victims, Yates would coldly shoot them in the head, often two or more times, then put a plastic bag over their head to keep excessive blood for getting all over his vehicle. And then after having sex with them, again, it seems, he had dumped their bodies out of his car or van,

like there were just some trash he wanted to get rid of, then go back home to the fam gotta get up early next day to take the kids fishing those women's lives meant nothing to him he has killed at least 16 people 15 women one man most of his victims were killed in Spokane and picked up so close to where I was studying or partying at nearby get a Gonzaga University when he picked them up. He killed the majority of his victims during my junior year when I was half of my life. One of his victims, just 16 years old, younger than me and all the other college kids I was partying with. We were living such very different lives than the women he hunted and preyed on. Doesn't feel fair. It wasn't fair. None of his victims had ever harmed yates in any way, right up until

he was caught. The general public had no real idea who police were looking for. An FBI profiler said the killer was likely a white male between the ages of 20 and 40, who was probably a loner. White male loner. That did not narrow shit down at all. Spokane has long been one of the whitest cities in America over 85% white. And Gonzaga went there super white campus. We joke about how a friend of ours

and our little circle always asked to be in campus promotional publications. It seemed like she was the only black girl not on the basketball team who was studying there at the time. Gonzaga and Spokane loaded with young white male loners. Every dorm had at least a dozen. I feel like the killer could be almost anyone, one of your classmates, the cashier at the grocery store,

the guy who just walked into the bar. Well, no one had any idea who the killer was. People were still shocked when he was caught. Whoever you pictured in your head likely did not match up to yeats. A married father, a five, a decorated military veteran, local blue collar worker, well liked by his colleagues, respected even, a soft spoken about his average looking as he gets guy with no prior record of crimes against women outside of a misdemeanor assault charge.

He got for a fight with one of his daughters shortly before he was caught for the murders. This week we get to know the life and crimes of Spokane serial killer Robert Lee Yates. While I was raising what I thought was some hell in Gonzaga, Robert was truly raising some real hell for woman after woman. Sometimes it's a few blocks away. Who was Robert Lee Yates? Who were his victims? What do we know about this prolific and recent American serial killer who has been talked

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Time to dig into the story of Robert Lee Yates, the man given the super clever nickname of the Spokane serial killer by the local Spokane press. Man, Spokane reviewed journalists creatively killing it back in the 90s. Are we talking about Robert Bridella, the collector, the Kansas City butcher this week? No. Are we talking about Jeffrey Dahmer, the Milwaukee monster, or the killer clown John Wayne Gacy, the night stocker Richard Ramirez, David Berkowitz, aka the son of Sam, Lonnie Franklin, aka the grim sleeper.

No, we're talking about the Spokane serial killer. Who came up with that name? A journalist or some mid-level bureaucrat? Sounds like the same person who came up with names like the Department of Motor Vehicles, the Department of Health and Human Services, the Spokane serial killer. Don't wanna offend anyone with a scary descriptive term.

This still living piece of shit may not have a creative or scary nickname, but he, real scary dude. He's real scary dude convicted of killing more fellow meat sacks than many of the other dirt bags we've already covered. Let's begin. [♪ OUTRO MUSIC PLAYING [♪ The Spokane serial killer Robert Leigh Yates prayed primarily on Spokane area sex workers for

roughly three years. He killed his first victim over 20 years earlier before killing anyone in Spokane. Overall his killing spree spanned over 23 years. Longer than the lives of some of the people he killed. Isn't that fucking crazy? One of the victims he killed towards the end wasn't even born yet when he started killing. Robert was caught, the public, myself included, were shocked. Like I mentioned, the opening of today's show, you know, he just wasn't who anyone expected, you know, looks wise, lifestyle wise. Yeah, he didn't look like a monster.

He looked like a guy who coached his high school softball or who tells you a knowing dad jokes at parties. He looked more like in my opinion, a fucking dork than a fearsome killer. He was 47 about to turn 48 when he was caught, balden up top, rocking a kind of pseudo comb over, a clean shaven, no height or weight info is given in any source I can find, but looking at a lot of old family and court photos I put him between five 10 and six one And when he was the most active as a serial killer Somewhere around 180 190 maybe 200 pounds moderately athletic build little bigger than average, but not a big guy Shoulders, you know don't seem especially broad

Kind of well built, but not overly muscular to me a click a guy who did some pushups and crunches They'd need too much pasta. Also not hitting the weight room, not putting up two or three plates aside on the squat rack of the bench press. When he was out in the world, killing, he did not look intimidating, at least not to me. Not like some other killers we've covered. Richard Ramirez, that motherfucker had a scary presence. He wasn't a big guy, but God, he terrified me. Just looking at it, he wanted to look scary. He wasn't a big guy, but God, he terrified me. Just looking at him, he wanted to look scary. He wanted the people he killed to fear him.

And also the people living down the hall at the Cecil Hotel where he was living. You know, John Wayne Gacy, pretty big guy, who looked very creepy, in my opinion. Would it weird to me out if he was my neighbor? Killer or not, Ed, mother, camper, scary in the sense he was a big killer or not. Ed Mother, camper, uh, scary in the sense he was a big fucking guy. Arthur Shawcross, uh, he didn't look right because he was definitely not right. He weirded out pretty much everyone. Uh, but yay, he just looked like, uh, you

know, one of thousands of other Spokane area dads, more glasses, didn't dress like a slob. It certainly didn't dress fashionably. Right, tucked a boring dad shirt into some boring dad jeans, maybe picked him up with Sears, maybe picked him up with JC Penny. Looks like he probably got a shoes at pay less. Looks like he never turned his radio on to any station other than a classic rock.

If he's feeling like, you know, really, really useful. When you watch the sitcom, it probably needed a laugh tracker. He wouldn't know where to laugh. And his face, if you didn't know what he did, I don't think he'd read it as evil. I certainly don't. I've been more inclined to think he was just boring.

Someone I'd pretend to need to take a phone call just to get out of a talking to him than some merciless killer. Comparing him to previous suck subjects, he reminds me of an overall vibe and non-killing aspect of how he lived his life of Dennis Raider, the BTK killer from which talk Kansas. Also reminds me in some ways of Lonnie Franklin, South Central Los Angeles as a grim sleeper.

He looks kind of like Dennis Raider. They could be cousins. Two branches of the same super fucked up family trade. Both were the military Raider, also married to the same woman the whole time he killed whom he had kids with too. Raider like Yates seem to be to most outsiders. Good dad, good husband. Also like Yates he was harboring some real dark urges. And after acting on them,

you know, he could slip right back into family life. Raider's, you know, he killed his kill span, you know, or God, my God, Raiders killed span. There we go. 27 years, very similar to Yates, four years longer than Yates. Lonnie Franklin, the grim sleeper, also in the military, his known murder span 23 years, just like Yates. Again, both married, you know, they're married to the same woman. I mean, each married to different women at the same time. Same woman for them. I'd be weird if they were actually married to the same woman.

Lonnie and his wife, Sylvia, had two kids together. Lonnie had more legal trouble than Yates, but a lot of people in neighborhood did think he was a good dude and he was blue collar like Yates. Lonnie and Automacanic, you know, Yates towards Yen, heavy equipment operator, machinist, kind of a factory worker of sorts.

Like Yates, if you just saw Lonnie or Dennis on the street, I don't think he'd be afraid of him or even think twice about him. It looked average, didn't stand out. And I think that quality of not being that noticeable helped him a lot when it came to how long they were able to keep killing and not get caught.

Yates specifically, he really hit behind the mask of being a family man. The phrase he would use to describe himself many times. He lived in suburbs, Spokane, South Hill, but not to like the ritziest well to do cool part, not too far from the hospitals. He lived at 22, 20 East 49th Avenue. Pretty average, non-descript house, four bedrooms, two baths, about two thousand square feet with an attached garage. For local Spokane area listeners, he lived about a thousand feet behind that big-ass target off of South Riegel. Live less than a mile from Ferris High School, than a very average middle-class neighborhood at that time. When he was finally

caught, I was actually working at a 24-hour fitness that's no longer there, that was less than half a mile from his house. Could've easily passed that guy head to work. I sometimes grab lunch on that same Albertson's grocery store. He probably shopped at, you know, on 57th Avenue. Do live with the wife and five kids. Five. Have we covered a serial color with that many kids before? Yes, once, I believe Richard Klinzki, Richard Cook Linsky,

the Iceman, back in episode 51. But he was a mafia hitman, paid assassin, not a guy killing random sex workers because that got him off. And he had two kids with his first wife, three with his seconds, not the same devoted super stable family guy image. Psychos and deviant Nymphomaniacs, Fred and Rose West, they did actually have five kids together, but they also killed one of their kids and raped their kids.

They did not present a wholesome family image to anyone. I don't know of any other killer whose family didn't know they were a killer who had five or more kids with the same woman who was married to for over 20 years. Like that level of kind of like supposedly wholesome stability on one side counteracting the killing on the other side. Yates, you know, clearly exceptionally good at compartmentalization and leading two very different lives. When he wasn't killing, there's a regular ol' stereotypical middle class breadwinner.

He worked in a light manufacturing center while doing most of his killing, pan-troll. It's still around in the Spokane Valley. Well, actually it's not in the Spokane Valley, it's in Spokane proper, not that far off in Zagga, not too far off a Trent. But anyway, 95 job, working in industrial automation, not as a designer as a machinist, a guy who could run some of the machines that made whatever the hell they were making at the time. Very technical. Spokane has a lot of machinists, it's largely a blue collar city, was more so, I think, in the 90s, and Yates blended in perfectly. He was in the army almost 20 years full-time

Then he was in the national guard seemed like such an all-american dude seemed like he could be just about anybody's brother Father son friend or coworker in the area and that's what made him so damn scary Robert was really good at blending in with the Spokane crowd look like a guy who probably liked to fish and hike and hunt The guy who cheered for the Seahawks love the Zags Well, no one love the Zags in the mid 90s. They were they were fucking terrible But he looked like a guy who would cheer for the Zags now and Congrats the Zags by the way heading into the sweet 16 again Does I record this?

If I would have seen him walking around, you know, I don't know on some paved trail Maybe in Riverfront Park or maybe grab some breachies in the North Town Mall food court, still let me a breachy cheese steak. I would have thought nothing of it would have never given a second look. It would also help Yates kill for so long was it his first two targets, totally random. He had no idea who they were. They were his people in the wrong part of the woods at the wrong time. If you would have stopped killing after those first two victims, I don't think he would

have ever ended up on a suspect list. And then the rest of his victims, sex workers, he prayed on a marginalized group of people like so many serial killers, you know, because it's easier to get away with. As we've learned over and over, you know, sex workers just disappear and their whereabouts are tracked more poorly than just about any other group of people in America. It can take law enforcement a long time to establish a pattern in their disappearances or and or deaths that could lead to the assessment that a serial killer is responsible and that a task force needs to be put together. Then when a pattern between how victims are dying can, you know, combine with DNA on their

bodies is discovered, still took a while to find out who is responsible for these crimes because the suspect list was gigantic. Who are please looking for? A white dude who frequented sex workers and spoke hands red light district assorts a e-spray avenue. That only cut down the suspect list to hundreds if not thousands of dudes. And new guys were adding themselves to the suspect list every day. Even a local task force was formed to catch the spoke hands real killer and at mountains

of evidence, they had a hard time matching the evidence to anyone officer spoke to other girls in the area pimps drug dealers and boyfriends And it wasn't a lot to go on a few clues did emerge and those You know do not appear have been to do not appear to have been followed up on very effectively But was that bad police work or did those clues just get lost in a sea of God knows how many other leads and tips also coming in that wouldn't turn out to be useful? If you look at that, it's overlooked a lot with investigations, not saying fuck ups,

don't happen that they weren't made here, just saying investigations in my opinion, rarely get portrayed fairly. Detectives were stumped and working girls on spray-gavened were terrified. They didn't know who the killer was and many of them stuck to their trusted regulars. They're safe dates Thinking that that would make them you know less likely to be killed not knowing that one of those safe dates was the killer Former sex worker identified only as Kathy spoke to author Burl bearer for his novel on Yates called body count a

novel we relied on for a lot of the information today. And she said he ate, he learned plenty just sitting with us at the Cochow's coffee shop. Ah, the Cochow's, I don't know if that's there anymore. All those hookers would sit around talking about who and what we did and he would just be real quiet, pleasant, passive, and if one of us needed to ride somewhere, he would give us a lift.

We didn't know him as Robert Lee Yates, Jr. of course. Sometimes he was Dan, sometimes he was Bob, Dan. Where's my dad when this was going on? I don't know. The girls like Yates because he gave them easy dates. He was described as being generous and passionate. He wasn't kinky paid up front. And sometimes when I find this incredibly odd for this man who returned home to his wife and five kids after killing, he smoked a little bit of crack with many of these women. It just a little bit of crack. Right? He probably didn't even really inhale.

Okay. He has to be a good dude. Bob and I just smoked some crack together a few weeks back. All right. Let's see what we can learn about this murderous maniac. He was a lot more tight-lipped and most hero killers after being caught. It doesn't like to brag about how evil he is, like Shawcross used to do,

but we still found enough about this piece of shit to tell an interesting tale. Time to discuss Robert Yates' life from his birth up until now. Learn who his victims were. Learn about his life as both a family man and as a killer in today's Time Suck timeline. Shrap on those boots, soldier. We're marching down a time suck timeline.

On May 27th, 1952, Robert Leigh Yates born in Oak Harbor, Washington. Oak Harbor described as a Puget Sound community where the quiet calm is often punctuated by the rumbling of jet engines from strike aircraft and patrol planes in the flight pattern at nearby WIDB Island Naval air station. It's located on, of course, WIDB Island, on Island County, Washington. 2019, yesterday, a population 23,565. Back in the 1950s, the population was less than 2000. back in the 1950s the population was less than 2000. Oak Harbor was incorporated May 14th, 1915. Remains the largest incorporated city on the island

named after the Gary Oak trees on the skyline. Very cute town on a very picturesque island. Just a couple years after Yates would be arrested and put away for life in 2002 and 2003, I took several trips to Wibby Island, which is just a little over an hour from Seattle with no traffic. A drive up I-5, then a short ferry ride to the south side of the island.

I'd go stay with great Seattle comic and great dude named David Cross. I'm sorry, David, not David Cross. Sorry, David. David Crow. When my mind went to another comic, it was a very funny comic. Anyway, David Crow used to live on the south side. Dave doesn't really work to circuit anymore, which is a shame, very funny, but back then he did. He was the first guy to take me out on the road, take me out

into clubs to open up for him, learn a lot. We're in a little two-man comedy show called Cobb Dog for a little while. Crow on bass, Dan on guitar, some songs, some sketches. One of the sketches made an old best of Bob and Tom album during that radio station's heyday. I lived a lot of different comedy lives. And I thought Dave lived in such a cool place. I mean, he did. So green, so much awesome, specific coastline

and the muted sound so peaceful. Nothing you could pick where it would make sense for a serial killer to be born, but if you were to pick, I just don't think anyone would pick anywhere on would be island. Oak Harbour's population grew because of the completion of the deception past bridge on July 31, 1935. They connected the north side of the island to mainland Washington, and then the completion

of the naval air station on would be island. September 21, 1942 led to more jobs, more residents. Woodby has a pleasant Mediterranean climate with dry summers and chilly, but rarely freezing winters. Ocarbor considered a safe community full of families today would probably, probably been safer when, when O'Bobbert grew up there, sleeping in the little island town, were backpacking, hunting, dirt bike riding, fishing, other wholesome activities, were the rule, not the exception. Bobbert parents were Anna May and Robert Lee Yates senior, as he's a junior, he wasn't

remained, he was and would remain the only child of the couple. He's family were normal middle class Americans. I describe his warm, caring, generous people. The family attended a local 7th day Adventist church, you know, Carver, small congregation, a less than a hundred believers. I've researched a few 7th day Adventists before and more so than a lot of other Protestant denominations, real strong emphasis on clean living, healthy living, eat well, take care, body's a temple, stay away from the crack, Bobby.

Stay away from so to even and candy, but for sure stay away from crack. I'm sorry, did that crack, I know, Even if you don't inhale. Not that crack existed back then. All Robert's family and friends, we call him Bobby to differentiate him from his father. Bobby was a quiet and good-manored child. Never stood out too much from any of the other kids. He loved dad and baseball the most America. Fuck yeah bro.

His dad coach is a little league team. He was described as being a solid, never the best player. He became a pitcher in high school for the Oak Harbor Wildcats and a good one. He could throw a fastball with precision, recalled former teammate Harry Farrier. Yates had a seven-one record as junior year in high school. According to former classmates,

Yates was neither too outgoing nor exceptionally shy, neither a hedonistic animal nor a celibate hermit. He wasn't a wild ladies man, but he did date. He was kind of quiet. It's a failure who lived in nearby Anacortis at the time of his interview. Shortly after Yates was arrested and charged with multiple murders and spoke in, failure added, he was kind of like Joe Average. For money, young Bobbert Maud Lawns worked gas stations, harvested peas with another former

childhood friend Gary Burner Oh, oh, Gary Bear And the summer making a dollar eighty an hour the worst thing I knew about Bob is he wouldn't play football is senior year said burner Also interviewed shortly after Yates's arrest Bobbert had a steady unnamed and sources girlfriend at the end of high school who moved away from Oak Harbor during their senior year And that's when he thought, fuck everyone! Now I have to kill some people! Don't get to live near my girlfriend for a few months!

No, actually he didn't seem especially bothered by the move. With no date for the homecoming dance, he spent the evening playing Kanasta, a card game kind of like Rummy, with his buddy Al Gotti at the Yates family home. He was very much loved, said Gotti of his old pal, Bobby Yates. He said there was a lot of respect in that family. There were the type of people that you'd want as your neighbor. Mr. Yates, he'd give you the shirt off his back. Yates and Goddie too, use contemplating their futures,

consider careers as biologists or game wardens. Goddie joined the army. Yates went to Skagget Valley Community College and nearby Mount Vernon. I think I added a community there. It's just Skagget Valley College. I think it is a community there. It's just Gagget Valley College. I think it is a community college. Nearby Mount Vernon from 1970 through the spring of 1972,

earning an associate art degree in general studies. Mount Vernon barely over a half hour drive from Ocarbor. Back in 1970, less than 9,000 people lived there. Gatting Yates were remained friends up until Yates went to prison. You know what Gatty said? Bobby was always respectful and courteous. That even when he went to college, he didn't yield to pop culture trends or in crowd behavior while other youths grew their hair long during the counterculture

movement. Yates kept his closely clipped. While their kids were out there smoking that devil's lettuce pot, drop an acid, practicing free, sinful love. Yates didn't do any of that nonsense. Yet he said he didn't smoke and he didn't drink. Nothing or anything like that. So much exciting shit's happening all around him. Truly the height of sex drugs and rock and roll, kids' age, you know, they're rocking out to the grateful dead, stoned out of their minds, casually fucking in Volkswagen vans, going to concerts during arguably the best time ever for live music in American history, but not junior.

He's still a 7th-day Adventist who actually seem to follow a lot of their repressive teachings. Very little funnel out. So many people seem to believe that God hates fun. Go be sad, go be sad and pray. God wants you to hate the world that God made. I wonder if Bob would have just fucking cut loose, little more when he was younger. Would that have helped him not create such a dark sexual-based secret life later? Would that have helped him, you know, maybe not smoke crack with sex workers behind his

wife's back? Would it have helped him not pray on women he paid for sex? And sometimes also killed. His buddy, Al, also a goody-two shoes growing up. He said of he and Yates, we didn't give him to peer pressure. That wasn't our thing. Not our thing, dude. Our thing was hunting and fishing and hiking.

Good for YouTube, fucking dorks. One popular hiking excursion for Yates and Gadi while Yates was studying in Mount Vernon was a 16 hour round trip back packing outing in Washington's cascade mounts. They wanted to fish the isolated lake for its famed 20 inch trout. Yates will remain in avid outdoorsman, boasting to Gadi many years later, that his third daughter and he stalked deer together, a cause for celebration,

because none of his other daughters were attracted to the sport. Who are you to Gadi Yates told him? We had a terrific time. Bobby Yates was very Pacific Northwest. Picture him, you know, spurred on some teavus sandals from time to time, maybe get a nice Columbia jacket. It seems like if Bobby was into anything deviant or abnormal growing up, leading any kind of secret life, either no one knew about it or no one has come forward to talk about it. Would be weird. Forgetty to mention something evil after hiding all those years if it

did happen though. Right? If he was like, do Bobby ever kill sex worse? Oh heck yeah. No, we, oh yeah, we both did. We, he was just don't have to get caught later. I know how to keep my mouth. Oh no, oh shoot. Are you gonna write this in your paper? Oh, dang it, my wife's gonna be so pissed. Uh, Bobby did possibly keep at least one cigarette from his family and friends growing up. He will claim that when he's six years old, an older neighbor kid, an 11 year old, molested him to a degree he never specified, never elaborated on. Bobby never told anyone about this until decades later, the arteries are rest. And I got to think, unlikely that this kid raped him.

I mean, the kid was just 11. Was it intentional molestation or was it little boys being weird? Right? I just say that because 11 is very young. My friends and I used to hate each other in the nuts when we were that age, and gave each other wedgies, slappy to others' butts.

You could technically classify all that horseplay as sexual assaults if you really wanted to. I don't know. Maybe he was molested, maybe I just have a hard time feeling any sympathy for yates after knowing everything he's done. There was also one interesting family secret before Bobby's time that his friends didn't seem to know about. This is pretty weird. 1945, his grandmother murdered his grandfather brutally. I feel like

that's not very common. She raised 11 children by herself, where her husband spent most of his time working. Then she found out that he had been visiting a local brothel and when she learned that he once took some of the kids there with him, she fucking snapped, took an axe to that guy, struck him on the head four times. And then he survived for four days before he died. God damn, but he had a wicked headache, right? Those last four days of his life.

Hey, I get a little more aspirin, little more, little more again. All of it. Ooh, Bobby's dad, Robert Sr. was in the house when that happened, ran downstairs, found his dad bleeding on the floor, his mom sitting in a chair afterwards as if nothing had happened. And 18 year said, I was there. I heard the murder in the night. She had given birth to 11 children, but under the stress of having a husband working away from home and she simply broke.

She spent seven years in a state mental hospital. So obviously that is pretty crazy to have your grandma act your grandpa to death. But it also happened seven years before Bobby was born. How much did that really affect him? Seems like it would have been more likely to make his dad a murderer than him. Does it reveal some murderous genetic trait that might have been passed on to him? I don't know, maybe. I think it might have haunted him if he had been, you know, around an old enough to understand what was happening when it happened, but since he never knew his grandpa or his grandma, maybe just a murderous coincidence. Back to, back to Sackett Valley, community college now. While studying there straight--laced who knows what kinds of secrets he was hiding. Bobbert worked as

a hospital janitor and is a theater usher, probably never even killed anyone. Did meet a girl named Shirley Nylander from little less than a thousand people the time Western Washington town of Fall City. We don't know much about Shirley other than she was a 7th day Adventist too. They got married in 1972 and after Bobby graduated with that AA in general studies in October, they moved to college place Washington, a suburb of Walla Walla in the southeast corner of the state. Robert and Rolls and Walla Walla College, now Walla Walla University, a 7th day Adventist

liberal arts college. The Walla Walla Wol. Founded in 1892. Not very far from us and I've never fucking heard of it. A student body of only around 1600 undergraduates. That is small. Sounds like a great place to go. If you wanna get a college degree, but you don't wanna risk having any kind of fun,

we'll get in it. No, thank you, fun. Not for me. Do you like to study but hate parties? Do you like to surround yourself with others in their late teens and early 20s, but not feel pressured to ever touch or see any unmarried double dicks

or Prince of Darkness poses? Then come to Walla Walla, where the library is always open and the party is always closed. What a good sweet stay away from these heeding-as-hippies boy Bobby was. About 5,000 people lived in college place when Bobby and his young wife moved there

with another roughly 25,000 in neighboring Walla Walla. Walla Walla is very cute. Junior, majors in pre-med, then for reasons never just closed in March of 1974. After only about 18 months of marriage, surely she's out. She moves out, goes live with her folks, asks for a divorce.

Bobburt remains in college place near campus. Why'd she leave? I don't know, asks for a divorce. Bobber remains in college, placed near campus. Why'd she leave? I don't know. Maybe she saw the real Bobbert. Maybe she caught him doing something super creepy, peeping on other girls, talking about sexy dead bodies or something. Still, you know, or sorry, she, if still alive, had to have felt pretty damn good, for getting out years later when he's outed as a serial killer.

Cannot imagine. Shortly before or after after surely moved out, Bobbert meets future wife Linda Brewer, a fellow Walla Walla college student, another Adventist, and we know almost nothing about her life pre-Bobby. Doesn't seem like any real serious investigative journalism has been done to dig into her past and she for obvious reasons has not revealed much info.

So maybe people tried and no one would talk. They apply for a marriage license in Walla Walla County, just a few months later. Things are moving fast in June. Yes, they want to fuck, but they don't want to anger the Lord. God only wants Mary Dicks to touch married places. Never forget that, Meat Sack.

It's very important. The Master of the Universe is adamant that his people get the proper paperwork filed with the state before he fucking In July 1974 Bobby and Linda get married or try to his divorce not finalized so the marriage ends up getting an old And August the divorce between Bobby and Shirley is finalized. Oh boy. Oh boy. What have they done? Was the sex they were having around this time sinful? Hard to say since they did try to get married, maybe even thought they were married,

but they weren't married. God, I'm sure, is going to address all this with both of them, once or dead. Be part of some heavenly gates vetting process. Bob-a-t! Yes, Lord. It is your time to be judged for all your sins and you have many.

I know, I know Lord. I was a wicked sinner. I beg for your forgiveness for killing all those women. Yes, all those women, and a dude, we will get to those murders soon. But first, I need to ask you some questions about the beginning of your second marriage. Technically, you did have premarital sex, but you did think you were married for at least some of that. And this is a tricky one. December 1974, Linda gives birth to their first child, her first daughter, Sonia Yates. Pot December. They were having sex before that first marriage, even the annulled one. Oh, wow, just made it really easy for God.

Definitely sin. Disgusting. Yates and Linda will have, as I've said, five children ranging in age from 11 to 25 at the time of his arrest. As four daughters will be named Sonia, Sasha, Amber and Michelle, gonna leave his son's name out of this. His daughters have all spoken publicly about their dad phone his arrest, but his son only again again 11 at the time of the arrests, has taken great efforts to not have his life made public in any way. So I will honor that. Early 1975, he ate his hire by the Washington State Department of Corrections to work as

a prison guard at the Washington State Penitentiary and Wala Wala. That's a fun city to say. Wala Wala! I seem to have gotten this job thanks to Linda's father, fellow Department of Corrections employee. And he is currently serving his life sense at that exact same prison. Ain't that a bitch? But he never thought he'd be a, or bet he'd never thought he'd be on the other side

of the bars, right? One of the prisons most notorious inmates nonetheless. He was a guard there. At least now when he first started working there. Maybe he wondered about it while he was working there after he had killed two people. On July 13th, 1975, 21-year-old Patrick Oliver and 22-year-old Susan Savage are murdered

just outside of Walla Walla. This is incredibly sad. They were childhood best friends. Susan had already earned an associate's degree from Walla Walla Community College, and then a Bachelor of Arts in Interior Design from Washington State University, just a few arts away in Pullman.

She also studied abroad in Guadalajara, Mexico. At the time of her death, she had just gotten a graphic design job. Right, her first like cool postgraduate job, Patrick still studying at Wazoo, recently completed a study abroad term in Paris. Such promising lives seem to be ahead of them both. Young, educated, just introduced

to the world outside the US. Possibly to be an amazing storybook romance, right? Childhood best friends, become adult lovers, perhaps. And then Bobby fuckhead junior, steals their future from both of them. All because they happen to be taken a picnic in the same woods at the same time as a creep who had just decided to become a killer. So random. Why couldn't Bobby's dad have gone crazy and taken an axe to him when he was grown up? These two were last seen July 13th, 2.15 pm. Patrick picked up Susan, her parents house and his mercury cougar drove them to nearby

Mill Creek for a pecknic picnic. They both told their parents they'd be home by dinner when neither showed up. No one was too concerned at first. you know, they're both adults. But when they began to turn to night, their parents grew worried. When night turned to morning, everyone's real worried. Patrick and Susan's parents, you know, they both call the police local hospitals to check for missing persons. Because Patrick and Susan hadn't told anyone exactly where they were going. The police had no idea, unfortunately, where to start searching. Not that it would have helped. But then Patrick's aunt Nad. The police had no idea, unfortunately, where to start searching. Not that it would have helped.

But then Patrick's Aunt Nadine Gurkey had an idea since Patrick and Susan hadn't seen each other in a long time. She figured they might want to go to one of their old stopper grounds. One of their own hangouts. Place about six miles east of Walla Walla near Wickersham Bridge. Patrick's dad, Dan Oliver, his friend Frank Mons, drive up Kususki Road to Mill Creek, where Dan finds his son's car parked on the road near Mill Creek. The family then follows the creek and about a half mile from Wickersham Bridge, they see a pilot debris. It looked

at a place with the brush in the area, the debris covered with a tarp, an old tire thrown on top of the pile, then they see a human foot sticking out from under the tarp. Sweet Jesus. What a fucking insanely tragic turn of events for the families of these two young adults poor father The enemy really raised to the police station He and months make sure not to touch anything at the crime scene. Don't I contaminated sheriff's deputies arrived remove the tire Sleeping bag and debris underneath at all lay the dead bodies of Patrick all over and Susan Savage Susan would make it from the waist up.

Her shirt had been pulled up revealing her breasts. She was placed on top of Patrick who was fully clothed. Both had been shot. Susan below her left ear, Patrick threw the arm and shoulder, then his heart. The corner believed that Patrick raised his arms to defend himself. Man, I'm guessing Susan was shot first and you know, hitting the head. Might have died before her head even hit the ground. Patrick, you know, sees the head might have died before her head even hit the ground.

Patrick, you know, sees here's her gets shot, tries to defend himself from a shooter. He may not have even seen dies in a moment of sheer fucking panic, terror and confusion. Also Yates could live out some deranged sexual fantasy. It doesn't seem anyone knew he had. The injuries indicated the killer was a skilled shooter. Susan had a trace of a substance on her body, but funeral home employees washed it away before the police could collect a sample,

guess it was Seaman. That's what I would guess based on the definite sexual nature of his later murders. The police find trace fingerprints at the crime scene, but no matches come up when they compare the prints to a, you know, prints in a criminal database. Susan and Patrick shot by a 357 caliber bullets. The police couldn't find any suspects with the corresponding gun.

No one had any idea who would have wanted to kill Patrick and Susan. Truly randomly chosen targets of violence like this. It's got to be the hardest crimes to solve. Detectives have no magic ball to look into to figure this stuff out. The Walla Walla Union Bulletin publishes a story, encourages the public to come forward. Many witnesses come forward with tips. Most of them not helpful at all. And then, you know, the one that really was helpful, maybe got lost in a sea of the other

tips. The most important, most important witness was Diane Lackey. Diane agreed to an interview with a psychiatrist to make sure she was bullshitting. She was also in the area of the murders on the African of July 13th, after an argument with her boyfriend. She stormed off into a rav the murders on the African of July 13th after an argument with her boyfriend. She stormed off into a ravine near where the bodies were found and was immediately attacked by some shrub sluts. Gosh dang, these were male shrub sluts offering her their throbbing woodland erections, the

second they smelled relationship trouble between her and her boyfriend. They're always there. They're always there. They're ready to wreck a home. Goddamn shrub sluts. Uh, JK, call back to way back in the catalog. If you're very confused right now. No, while in the ravine,

Diane hears multiple gunshots, then comes across a man in a clearing the woods. He looked to me in his late teens early 20s, crouching in the undergrowth, watching something, medium height, slender, medium brown hair, no shirt on. Diane described him as quote, weird looking, They stared at each other, then ran off in opposite directions. She thought the man drove a small red car, which

had seen parked on the road when she arrived. And she believed she had seen the man in town and would recognize him if she saw him again. Yates drove a red Dodge Dart at the time. Sure seems like she came across Yates not long after he shot Susan and Patrick. He must have ran back to hide their bodies, you know, play themself after she ran off. Or how fucking weird if this guy wasn't Yates, that in addition to a budding serial killer in the woods around Walla Walla that afternoon, there was also just some random, topless purve literally hiding in the bushes. Shootin' a shit. I sat at this tip to not lead to Yates as a suspect.

A solid 7th-day Adventist with no criminal record, the college student, it couldn't be him. A Citizens Group put together a $5,000 reward for info. The police interviewed 40 people, clicked at a large case file, put thousands of hours of work into the case, but came up with no leads. Rumors floated around, jealousy, a sexually frustrating killer. I think that fits actually. Patrick's alleged involvement in an underground European drug ring, a false rumor based only on the fact that he had studied abroad. Oh, small town rumor mills. Got to love them. Boredom plus imagination plus little understanding of the outside world can lead to a lot of

interesting speculation. To be fair though, so weird that they were just randomly shot by some guy who didn't know them who just decided to kill someone. That kind of randomness is going to lead to some strange theories. Instead of investigating everyone who drove a small red car known to 357 handgun, it seems kind of like a huge fuck up and hindsight, but there was, you know, no digital databases for quick comparison back then. The police assumed jealousy was the motive. They looked into the couple's personal lives.

When I didn't pan out, please look into Patrick being involved in some kind of international crime scheme. FBI even worked with Interpol, learned that Patrick stated a known drug distribution hotel before he came home, but that was it. And that theory of course, when nowhere he just happened to stay there. I'm sure it was cheap.

1975, in addition to owning a red Dodge Dart, Yates had a Ruger 357. And according to Linda interviewed many years later, right? His wife and he was caught. His favorite place for target practice was near Mill Creek and the Wickersham Bridge. Damn it. Yates never questioned in the case.

And it would take 25 years for Patrick and Susan's killer to be caught Following July 1976 Bobbert the murdering corrections officer and his wife Linda now have a legitimate wedding ceremony with Linda's parents as witnesses And then a month later Linda finds out that all Bobbert has As a young man often is want to do. He's drilled a hole in the attic wall That allows him to see into their neighbor's bedroom so we can watch him have sex. Hey, I lose the feed out. Come on. Now, JK, that's terrible.

Linda not sure what the not sure her problem was. We so disgusted that she left him. Then she came back a month later, finally a green that what he had done was no big deal. What this big deal? So I jerk and I think little bits. I bother no one. Now she agrees to watch her neighbors fuck with her husband. Right, for the following several months, they would whip up some jiffy pop together, grab some root beers, maybe some red vine licorice, head up to the attic, watch a show. Huh, what was the big deal?

If the action was hot and heavy, Bobber would of course masturbate and Linda, like a good wife, it's supposed to do. Now understanding this is all very normal. She would clap and cheer for him, right? Go Bobby, go, go Bobby, go, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come. While being chaired on, Junior would then try to shoot his team and through the people he drilled and in some kind of like parody of a carnival game, he would try to shoot it down into his neighbors vagina. That's how you win, right? And then they both thought it would just be so funny if she got pregnant and then had

a kid who looks so much like Bobby. And then they would tell their neighbors what a funny game they just played. All in good fun. And of course that's insane and not true. No, I'm guessing Bobbert cried. Begglinder come home. So he was done with his pervy ways. She relented.

Right. She didn't want to have to raise a child of divorce or some shit. She will regret not staying away and leaving him years later. The following year, it did seem like Bobby was getting the shit together. At some point, 1977, exact date, not listed in any sources. A couple of second daughters, Sonia's born. Then on October 4th, the Robert Jr. now 25 and listen to the Army.

Not necessarily out of any strong feelings of patriotism though. He always been fascinated by airplanes. I didn't have the money for the flying lessons he wanted. He thought the military was the only way he could become a pilot. And he would do well in the army. By 1980, he was a worn-off serviceman attending flight school in Fort Rucker, Alabama, graduated with a license to fly helicopters. He ate flu, the OH-58 Kayawa, the military version of the Bell Jet Ranger helicopter, single

engine, single rotor, military helicopter used for observation, utility, and direct fire support by the Army continuously from 1969 to 2017. Uh, also a 1983 daughter, Michelle is born. Uh, junior quickly gains reputation for being a skilled, safety conscious pilot, safety first. Don't want anyone to get hurt unless you're a couple of young lovers mind your own business in the woods on a picnic Then sure you're gonna get killed safety first Don't want anyone losing an eye. It makes it so much harder to do neighbor peeping We're the he was watching the couple in the woods before shooting them

Flashed him back on that now. Why do you have a shirt off masturbating? How long have you been there watching? How many other people or couples have you watched before them? And you can drill that hole in the attic? How many times have you watched the neighbors have sex before being caught by his wife? You fantasize about killing them too? Is that what they did for him?

At this point, just watching people, maybe watching them in some sort of sexual act, thinking about killing them. Sometime in 1991, Bobby and Linda's fourth daughter, Amber's born, then from October 81 to February 84, Yates works as a helicopter pilot in the 503rd aviation unit in Europe. He and his family are stationed now in Hanau, Germany,

just outside of Frankfurt, birthplace of the brother's grim, suck subject 177, and supposedly, according to one documentary on Yates, disproportionate number of sex workers go missing from Hanoi during this period. From February to October, 1924, Yates works as a support aviator in the brigade support company, aviation training brigade,

Fort Rocker Alabama, the Army's flight training center. It's back in Alabama. Back in the Bama, Yates became certified to fly civilian transport airplanes and helicopters during this time. From October, 1924 through October, 1987, still live with the Back in the Bama, Yates became certified to fly civilian transport airplanes and helicopters during this time. From October, 1984 to October, 1987, still live with the fam in Alabama. Yates serves as a support aviator at a different unit and Fort Rucker, pays classes and teach soldiers to fly Huey helicopters.

Did you peep on more neighbors during this period? Maybe murder some locals? Maybe travel to nearby town? Kill some sex workers there? Don't know. From October, 1987 to May, 88, the eight serves as a support aviator standardization pilot of Fort Rucker, takes an advanced aviation class. From May 1988 to May 1991, the eight teaches other soldiers to fly helicopters while serve in the first infantry division based in Cook Barracks in Gopinjren, Germany.

1989, his son, his fifth and final child is born. And again, it seems as if based on statements made in a documentary on Yates that an unusual amount of sex workers go missing around Cook Barracks during Yates time over there in Germany. Backing up a bit to December 28, 1988, the body of 23 year old Stacy E. Han is discovered in Skagit County, Washington, just outside of Mount Vernon, Yates Olde stomping grounds. Stacey was a sex worker from Seattle who was most likely killed sometime around July 7th, 1988, guests who was home, visited in the fam at that time. Yes! 36-year-old junior, Bobbie, junior, BJ! Stacey mentioned shot once in the head. Initially, people believed she might be a victim

of the Green River Killer, my previous time suck topic. Mr. Clean Wean himself, Garrett Ridgeway, but Yates later admitted to her murder and described her location in various injuries. From May 1991 through June, 1995, Yates serves as a platoon leader, teaches soldiers to fly Kayao helicopters in the third battalion,

25th aviation regiment, assault helicopter battalion based in Fort Drum, New York. All states another warrant officer course 1992 Yates participates in relief mission in South Florida after Hurricane Andrew Probably killed a sex worker or two What a strange double life right helping out people on relief missions training fellow pilots safety first Providing for his wife and five kids maybe shooting some sex workers in the head 1993 Yates flies choppers in Somalia is part of a unison one

UN peacekeeping mission unison one began it or began on rather April 24th 1992 meant to monitor the ceasefire and Mogadishu and a score deliveries of humanitarian supplies to distribution centers The mission was in large protect humanitarian convoys and distribution centers throughout the country. Uh, you saw him to launched on March 26, 1993 to establish a secure environment for humanitarian assistance in Somalia through disarmament and reconciliation. And while station in Somalia, Yates gets into a little bit of trouble, uh, he grown tired of eating military rations and decided to shoot a wild pig while flying his helicopter. And then he and his fellow soldiers at a barbecue

Bobby was almost court-martialed for this but got off with the warning one of the eights associates said They tried to court-martial him because he didn't go through the proper channels and I'll turn into a big joke after a while Didn't hurt a damn thing. They were just trying to get some fresh meat Apparently, Yates was a hell of a shot Apparently he killed a moving pig and one shot from a moving helicopter dates was a hell of a shot. Apparently he killed a moving pig on one shot from a moving helicopter. Dude was good with guns.

And that skill would serve him well in the military, also would help him kill a lot of innocent people in the US. Our early 1994, Yates takes the vacation in Washington, purchased 1977 white corvette from woman named Sarah Marsh in Walla Walla. I wonder if he revisited the side of his first murders. Went out into the woods, take a shirt off, jerk off in the bushes a little bit, pretend he's firing on a couple needleest shots at strangers. 1994, Yates participates in operation of whole democracy and hating now.

Another UN peacekeeping mission. Many sex workers went missing while he was there. It is not mentioned in sources. From July 1995 to March, 1998, Serves back in Bama, Serves is a flight leader in the first battalion, 212th aviation regiment at Fort Rucker. Linda begins to notice a different side to her husband at this time. Anytime she goes to a party with his co-workers,

they seem surprised that old junior has a wife, not a good sign. She saw that after he had a few drinks, he would openly flirt with other women in front of her and lie about his life. Really not a good sign. She saw that after he had a few drinks, he would open me flirt with other women in front of her and lie about his life. Really not a good sign. Married me? No, no, that's not my wife. That's some lady I fell sorry for. You know who I don't feel sorry for? Hookers, am I right? Maybe I should have them some times. What? Who said that? Come on. I'm just having fun. I'm just Josh and we're just partying. March of 1996, Yates ended his career in the army

after 18 and a half years of service. This is very weird. Leaves with the rank of Chief Warren Officer IV, highest rank Warren Officer could earn. Had over 5,000 hours of flight time without a single mishap. My name is just, you know, the little pig thing, but that's not a flight mishap, earns a master army aviator award.

Well respected, no problems with fellow officers. 18 months shy of a 20 year career mark, right? When he would have received full retirement benefits. This is a father of five breadwinner. He offers no explanation for his early retirement. Why not stay that extra year and a half? Some speculated he left because the government was replaced in type of helicopter, he specialized

in flying. The military was also offering early out benefits for those who retired voluntarily. He might have been bored, wanted to move on, but I doubt it, he still would have got more if he would have stayed that year, extra year and a half. Other suspect, he retired because he was involved in a different murder.

Bingo, bingo! I think this is the one. August 9th, 1995, local police found the body of Terion Corbett. Corbett was a male sex worker dressed in women's clothing. His body was found along a row between Ozark and Midland City near Fort Rucker. And the police suspected a military man and his death Bobby was in the area at the time of his death with no alibi. He is never confessed to Corbett's murder but this is definitely suspicious.

Overall during his time in the army, Baba earned several awards and medals, three army achievement medals, three army accommodation medals, two Armed Forces Expeditionary medals, three Maritorious service medals, and a humanitarian service medal. Then the father-fives stopped 18 months short of a full retirement. Suspicious to me. April of 1996, Yates family moved to the South Hill in Spokane, Washington. It takes the family of their settles down in that suburban home we talked about earlier. And now that we've arrived in Spokane, this seems like a great place for today's mid-show

sponsor break. Thanks for listening, meets, Axe. Get those deals. Now let's return to a Barbert, shown up in Spokane in April of 1996. Yates was initially unemployed for several months after he settled in to Spokane. Yeah, he didn't seem to upset about it. Junior seemed like a great dad, right? Taken his kids hunting, fishing, camping, they're, you know, in the new in town and getting to familiarize himself with the place. He's taken to the parks and museums. But according

to Dr. Amber, there was a different polar opposite side to Yates at home. She said he was a bully. He was never physically abusive towards home. She said he was a bully. He was never physically abusive towards Linda, but he was towards the kids. Where does he says Linda instead of mom? But yeah, as daughter Michelle says, we would be afraid. If we didn't do what he said, he might harm us or scream at us or yell at us, be mean to us. Amber described one incident in a documentary or interview.

Years later, when she had been playing outside all day, didn't want to come inside to use the bathroom. She held her for as long as she could and then ran inside to use the bathroom. She says her dad then blocked her way. Grabbing her ankle, picks her up, shakes her and tells she peas herself, then drops her on her head hard enough to knock her unconscious.

Fucking weird, what the hell was that about? Dude let out a bit too much of his true dark nature at home, maybe there. Junior's kids would say that their mom really went against what their dad wanted because she was afraid of being on her own without financial support. According to Michelle, Yates traded Linda like she was stupid. Conceit tried to embarrass her. At some point in 1997, Linda did leave. Left Robert took the kids with her to go stay with her family in a location, not just clothes and sources, but then Linda returned a year and a half later for financial reasons

it seems. Junior would not support his family financially if they left him. Of course not. He only really cares about himself. When the family returns, junior anger than ever, they've embarrassed him. Children become the primary targets of his violent outburst. Michelle said, one day he'd be happy. The next he'd be really mean. I don't know if he watched the Walton's,

I wanted a family like that because I envy that type of family. Linda said that she came back because the girls missed her dad, but also mostly because they missed the money he was now cutting them off from. She said they didn't want to be poor and not have anything anymore. She added, I had hoped that coming back home to Washington would help the marriage, but it really didn't. The romance was gone, but I felt guilty about splitting up the family. The kids loved their dad, and I just kind of suffered through it. A lot of back and forth about the kids and Bob, right? They loved him, they missed him, he's an abusive asshole.

So said, even when your parents are paces of shit, right? Most of us still love him. Hard wire to do so. A strong biological imperative there. Linda added, I didn't love him like a wife should. He killed that. And of course, he was killing more than his wife's spirit. June 14th, 1996, the body of 39-year-old Shannon Selinsky,

Yeats first known Spokane victim, is found in Spokane, Washington. Right after I completed my freshman year at Gonzaga in Spokane, some killer wouldn't be in my radar though. First murder doesn't get any real press. Shannon was found near at Gonzaga in Spokane, some killer wouldn't be in my radar though. First murder doesn't get me real press. Shannon was found near the intersection of Mount Spokane part drive and Holcomb Road, rural forested area about two miles from where Lindsay and I got married and Greenbluff watched and actually back in 2016. Just a couple miles from where we go, Apple and pumpkin picking every fall with the kids.

The day she died, Shannon wore a gray dress and a towel covered her dead body, Penny Hose socks, one shoe laying nearby, Shannon had been shot with a 25 caliber gun, fingerprint analysis, identifier, decomposition and a nasty shot to her head made it difficult to identify her by sight. Shannon was involved in sex work and drug use before her murder, all of Bob's Spokane area victims

would share this same history. Actually, all of his known Spokane area victims would share this same history. Actually, all of his known victims except the first two would. Strange to me how he shot the first two from a distance, the rest up close and personal. People he spoke to, people he had sex with first, it seemed. They must have turned him on more, I guess, become part of its fantasy to have sex

with everyone he's killing. Shannon was last seen May 27th, 1pm near East Bregg Avenue, right? The Spokane's red light district of sorts, of sorts. Part of that strip lasted a mile from the campus of Gonzaga just across the Spokane River. Shana was drinking alcohol with a group of men. Before she disappeared, officer made contact with them, didn't arrest anyone. Witnesses saw her leave a house that evening to go to work, wearing a gray dress and black boots.

Junior's eldest daughter, Sasha, 21, still living at home with this point. She worked nights for certified security systems, and I believe earlier I might have said the first was like, Sonya and repeated that, it's yeah, so it's Sasha's first. She worked for certified security systems. I remember seeing a building with that sign on it, somewhere around kind of like downtown

spoke. Anyway, uh, Bobby had driven her to work before heading off to go have a sex with her, uh, to go have sex with and kill Shannon. He dropped Sasha off 11 p.m. and didn't come home. 2.30 a.m. Linda locked the doors, goes to sleep. 6.30 a.m. Bobby wakes her up banging on the front door. When she let him in, he runs to their cleaning closet, grabs anything he can find, runs back out to his van, and he was like covered in blood. Bobby explained that while he was driving, he hit a dog. He hit the dog's owner, put it in the back of the van, and you know, took it to a vet, and Linda doubted that story, as she should have.

Why would you not call home if that was true? Why be in such a rush to clean your van when you get home if that's true. In September of 1996, Yates is hired to assemble circuit boards at PanTroll, that company in Spokane I mentioned earlier. His boss described him as a quiet worker who seemed fairly average and friendly enough. Over the next few months his kids realize something's going on with Dad. Daughter Sonia, now 19, finds condoms, women's phone numbers and dad's car. You know, it's not looking good. Now, she calls some of the women, ask them who they are.

She gives all the evidence to her mom, Lindo, who confronts Bobby about it. He denies everything and their marriage just keeps limping along. Oh man, sad. We're a sad example for the kids here. All right, you catch your guy with condoms, women's phone numbers written down on this is car.

He denies it and then he's kind of sugar shoulders and move on. What's that way to live? But if she leaves as we know, Bob cuts her off financially. She has no work experience, no resume, five kids. She's in a tough spot. And hindsight, yeah, again, guessing she wishes she would have left him after catching and peeping on those neighbors from the attic when they were younger and she just had one kid with him. April of 1997, Yates joins the military again.

This time, joins the Washington State National Guard as chief warrant officer four, assigned to a company, first battalion, 185th aviation, component unit of the 66th aviation brigade headquarters at Fort Lewis near Tacoma. You will have to go to Tacoma area often. Why did he enlist? Seems to be a combination of money and love of flying and he was good at it. And maybe he wanted to kill some women in Tacoma, shake things up a little bit. Chief Warn Officer 3 J. Anders, who flew with Yates the National Guard, said he was a true

professional, very proficient. Bobby Yates was grounded though from flying from spring 1997 to spring 1998. They're some type of never fully disclosed medical issue. And during this time, more women began to disappear. I don't know if it's coincidence or if he's very frustrated, he can't fly, do what he wants to do. I would love it if it's a medical issue that didn't allow him to fly. It was literally that his wiener was just unusually small.

I don't know why they got stuck in my head. Like somehow, and I know this doesn't actually make any sense. But somehow his winner is so small that they're worried it would affect his confidence. To the point, it would make it dangerous for him to fly. Well, I like some of the speakers like, sorry, Bob, we gotta get additional medical clearance to get you back up there in the air.

What, come on, why? Why? Do I really have to say Bob say what my eyesight is perfect I have an impeccable flight record hundreds and hundreds of hours is this because I shot that one pig and Somalia It's your dick Bob. It's just It's so fucking small. It's very concerning Jesus mark what the fuck what can my dick have to do with my flight abilities and Linda says it's very concerning. Jesus mark what the fuck what am I dick I have to do with my flight abilities and Linda said this huge by the way it's not huge Bob.

Some of the female pilots have clits bigger than your dick they've been measured. We just don't see how it's possible for you to consistently concentrate on flying anything with a dick that small. Me and the guys have talked about it length and we all agreed that if our dicks were that small, any flight we were piloting would have no more than a 50% chance of landing without crashing. Have the time, at least we would want to just kill ourselves just to not live with that tiny, tiny, tiny,

tiny dick anymore. Come on Mark! Apologize, any pilots with teeny, teeny, tiny dicks, who listen to the show. I've actually heard that it's one of our bigger demographics. JK, just being absurd. August 26, 1997, the body of 25-year-old Heather Hernandez now found the Spokane Wash. Witness Larry Jones was looking in a field for empty soda cans to recycle. At 11 a.m., he finds a body hidden beneath a tree on eSpringfield app.

Just a few blocks north of the intersection of Spray and Freya. Close to some train tracks, an industrial area. I've driven through that intersection countless times, just over a mile from Gonzaga, about a mile from where I was living that summer, actually. I was headed off to London to go to school there for a semester at that time. First time I'd ever flown internationally.

I'm off on some grand life-changing adventure, and a woman just five years older than me is having her life snuffed out by a monster, not far from where I was living. I wonder if Heather and I ever crossed paths. Heather was found wearing only a shirt and a bra, the text of the scene found almost a gallon of blood, almost a gallon splattered across nearby parking lot. Jesus. They assumed the killer dragged the body from the parking lot across an embankment, hid the victim beneath a tree with garbage. The body was so decomposed, the police almost couldn't tell the gender. Heather was a drifter originally from Phoenix and not many people in the area knew her. Then at 5 p.m. the same day,

witness Kevin Caillan found a second decomposed body at 9800 Forker Road, Spokane County. About six miles from where I would live almost a decade later. And Kyler and Robert Bourne and Millwood Washington. And the six miles from Millwood, not in Millwood, but to be clear. The body lay underneath a pine tree in the Mount Spokane foothills, 12 miles north of Spray Gavin Hill. Or a few scattered groves of pines along the road in this area, next to that, lots of farmland. Kevin Kaelin, his family, owned an alfalfa farm in Spokane and Kaelin noticed a rotting smell Coming from a wooden area. I first thought it was a dead animal not unusual in an area like that

You know maybe a deer carcass but then it's shocked to discover a body hidden in tall grass near the base of a tree the body severely decomposed The police initially could only guess that the woman was most likely Asian Indian or black and that the victim had been killed by a close-range gunshot to the chest. Her blouse had been pulled up over bra, her bra pulled over her head and neck. The police could tell from dirt and grass stains that she'd been dragged by her ankles, then by her head to her final resting place.

I also noted that the left wrist cuff button of her blouse is missing. This button will eventually be found and go a long ways to help me nail this motherfucker. I'll have the police spent days searching the crime scene and the work paid off. They had an economy in the road, pair of heels, underwear, broken car radio antenna,

blood stains, bloody towel, and strand of the victim's long dark hair. This information won't help the investigation run away, but it will connect Yates, you know, to this crime a few years later. Autops, they identify as a victim, you know, 16-year-old Jennifer Joseph. Born October 6, 1980, so young, Yates is 45 at this point. This girl is as young or younger than all four of his daughters.

So extra fucked up. Parents, John and Mehe Joseph provided blood samples in case it would ever be necessary to establish a biological link between themselves and their daughter. The medical examiner collected fibers from Jennifer's body, shoes, and the towel found with her. There were also light brown head hairs on the towel. Detectives had one lead in Jennifer's case. Witness Yolanda Carey saw her getting into a white corvette August 16th at 11.35 pm. This will also eventually help nail this motherfucker. If not for details related to Jennifer's

crime scene, God knows how much longer he would have kept killing. Detectives began compiling a list of white Corvette owners in Eastern Washington, the cross-reference at Liz, with people who have been stopped by police in the area, frequent them by sex workers, and identified in field reports. Yates' name does come up on this list, but he has unfortunately not questioned.

He's a military guy, father of five of Cammy him. Jennifer had been posing as Jennifer Kim, 19 years old. She and Heather actually knew each other. They ran in the same circles, but weren't friendly. Some sex workers on spray gavin who did not like Jennifer because she got more business than they did.

It thought it was because she was young and a pretty Asian girl. Her father was in the army, traveled often, mom lived in Hawaii. She could have had such a bright future. She was a talented pianist, talented singer, had a strong will, very stubborn. How did she end up where she ended up? She began hanging out with the wrong crowd in junior high. Her grades fell, then soon she dropped out of school. She'd recently promised her dad she'd go back if she could first travel throughout the summer, right

before she went missing she told her dad that she could take care of herself and he shouldn't worry about her anymore. Her dad had no idea that she was a sex worker. All he knew was that she was living in Spokane with her new boyfriend. He and her boyfriend paid for her living expenses. Jennifer was living with her boyfriend Marlon who last saw her on August 16th 3pm. A cabin picked her up from Motel, took her to work. She called him at 9pm said she'd be home by midnight, but then of course Jennifer did not come home. Marlon asked some other girls if they'd seen her.

Her stories, he heard stories about her getting into a white car driven by middle-aged man. Marlon insisted the police that he was not Jennifer's pimp. Jennifer left on her own each day to go to work and he didn't know where she went. So how is he, he hates not questioned here. He's a middle-aged man. He drives a white Corvette. I highly doubt he had an alibi. Right. He was in that a frequent customer of sex

work in that area. His daughter is already suspected of being a fucking dirt bag. His wife knows he's a dirt bag. There's going to be DNA linking him to the crime. It feels like a huge screw up. How many middle age guys could have possibly been driving white Corvettes and spoke hand at this time? 50, 100 tops. How many of them frequent in the area? I mean, what's just a handful, but I do realize that you can't just go to all these guys' houses and just interrogate them based on these details alone. Dammit. Jennifer's case once reported the local press

really ratchets up concern in the area amongst parents due to her age, right? Could their daughter be next? They couldn't believe such a young girl was working as a sex worker or that anyone would want a harmer. Around this time, Bobby Yates is known to frequently disappear from home all night.

Linda will often ask the children apparently, where is your dad? Family knows about the Spokane serial killer, but somehow supposedly never suspect Bobby. Come on, didn't at least one of them wonder in some quiet moment. Is dad doing this? Didn't Linda ever think, could it be Bob?

I think they had to have wondered. On September 24th, 1997, Yates has an encounter with a police on the corner of Spray and Ralph, right? In front of Axles Pond for Spokane Listers, I actually bought my college desktop computer, a compact PC, weighed about 7,000 pounds. Well, my actual mom bought it for me, to be honest, thank you, a block or two

from this location. Some electronic store that's no longer there. Kinda went to school with the Libby Center, just a few blocks away, several years back, great school for gifted kids. Man, picking them up from school sometimes, or dropping them off sometimes early in the morning, I would find it sad that sex workers

would still walk in the area. Even in the morning, a cold day out walking the street wearing very little. Bobber, Jr. stopped for a traffic violation while driving a white Corvette, but not sighted. Officer did see this vehicle was on a list of suspicious vehicles. The police were searching for. So when Yates failed to properly signal the lane change, officer did pull them over. Then the officer fucked up and wrote down in his report that he was driving a white

Camaro, not a core vet. Unfortunate mistake that may have led to Bob getting away with all this quite a bit longer, claiming quite a few more victims. Remember fifths 1997, the body of 29 year old Darla Scott is found in a rural area of Hangman Valley, Spokane, Washington, about six miles from Spray Avenue on the south side of town now. Right next to the Laita Creek golf Course, right off the state highway, 195,

the road I have driven, God knows how many times to travel back and forth between Spokane and Riggins, Idaho, to visit family. When his Harold D. Lebsock was walking his dog, when he found a decomposing body near South, 12,600, Hangman Valley Road. For the past five days, his dog had been attracted to this specific spot,

and he finally decided to go check it out. The body is buried in a shallow grave, about 60 feet from the road. Dumped near a small creek, head, arm, leg, or visible, rest of the body is buried. Please find a partial grave near the body. He's got the killer, changed his mind, decided to bury her elsewhere. But then didn't the body was severely decomposed with several bites taken out by animals. A victim wore a blue shirt with a Mickey Mouse print on the front. Two basic, two plastic bags found on our head, covering our head, no purse, wallet, money,

no digging tools found at the site. Detectives determined some of them must have drove a car to dump the victim of the site. On November 7th, the medical examiner performed an autopsy, determined that the victim had died from two gunshot wounds at the head head from a 25 caliber gunner smaller oral anal vaginal swabs are collected like they will be from every victim here on out from here on out And you know the DNA gathered will help nail Bob later November 12th forensic team identifies victim is Darla She has a history of sex work drug use right. She's a strange from her parents as one child

She quit drugs while she was pregnant. I hope her baby would help change her life But addiction as we have talked about many times before, can be so fucking powerful, especially opiates, which is what almost all these women were addicted to. She went back to doing drugs, shortly after giving birth. Darly had been to rehab at least five times, but never stayed longer than two weeks. Her mom later said,

no amount of love could keep her from traveling a dark path. God, if only it was that simple, right? If only love could rewire someone's brain chemistry and conquer addiction, just nothing but love. But that is sadly not the case. Important to remember that not all these victims came from a broken home, not all of them had terrible parents. Sometimes a couple of poor choices, a couple of bad circumstances can completely derail

a once promising life. Good parenting reduces the odds. You're going to end up in a situation like this, but doesn't guarantee you won't, sadly. Last time Darla spoke to her baby's father, a few weeks back in October. Her twin sister reported her missing, but known with two concerned,

figured she had relapsed, ran off with the trucker again. She'd been in a relationship with the trucker previously and traveled around the country and didn't let people know where she was. Last person to see Darla was her boyfriend, Arthur, that recently got into fight because of her sex work. She'd gotten in a car with a client who previously had been violent with her. Detectives now think that one of Darla's clients or associates must have killed her.

Darla was also known around town as a thief and had several enemies that were now suspects. Police do not spec Bob. Again, he's a good family guy. He's a hardworking veteran and machinist, father-ist father five Christian. He's one of the good guys. I'm still studying abroad at this point, removed from campus gossip about all this just living in my little bubble completely oblivious to this ongoing series of tragedies. Speaking of tragedy, December 7th, 1997, body of 24 year old Melinda Mercer found non-spoken, but on the other side of the state in Pierce County, Washington.

Witness Edward Jamison found a nude female body at 3,800 south 50th to coma. Just two blocks from South Park and a few cemeteries, about half a mile west of I-5, not a secluded area, not really. The victim was left on the open investigators found a 25 caliber casing at the site just like with the Spokane Mercer. And Bobbert was in the area for some national guard duties. But because junior is not a suspect, no one is able to connect this crime to the Spokane murders at this time.

No purse, wallet, money are left in the scene. This is the case for all of Bobbert's sex worker victims. Investigators determined the killer used a vehicle to transport the victim to the crime scene. She had four plastic bags around her head, having shot three times. Damn. The medical examiner performed the autopsy December 8th, determined to cause crime scene. She had four plastic bags around her head having shot three times. Damn. The medical examiner performed the autopsy, December 8th, determined to cause a death. Of course, the three gunshot wounds to the head feels like junior was especially angry here. First time, according to crime reports, that he has shot one of his sex worker victims that many

times. Two bullets are recovered. The victim was identified as Melinda L. Mercer, right? 20, yeah, as I said, 24 years old. Melinda was waitress who occasionally turned to sex work for extra money. She started sex work in November of 1997 to buy heroin, fucking opiates. Lasting alive December 6, 1997, leaving a tavern in Seattle to walk Aurora Avenue to make some money. She had no ties to Tacoma. Mom described her as a loving girl who was running in a fast world.

December 18, 1997, yet another dead woman's body turns up back on the eastern side of the state now. Body of 36 year old Sean Johnson found and spoke in. Maintenance workers find her body in the 11,400 block of South Hangman Valley Road near a waste water treatment station. Only a few thousand feet from where the body of victim Darla Scott had turned up. The killer made no attempt to conceal her remains, except for a bit of leaves and foliage. Investigators determined that the killer used a vehicle to transport the victim to the crime scene.

And like at least one previous victim, she had two plastic bags covering her head. The medical examiner performed the autopsy December 22. The cold weather preserved the body. Investigators had more evidence to work with and some of the previous victims. Sean died from two gunshot wounds right to the head. Two bullets are recovered. What is the deal with multiple close range shots to the head? Again, it just feels like rage. Some of her diary entries, Sean sadly wrote that she did not want, she did not want to be

a sex worker. All she wanted was to have a family, a loving husband, but the drugs were always pulling at her. This was the easiest way she had found to make the money that she needed to buy the drugs. Sean's mother told the police, she was a known drug user. She contracted the, or sorry, she contacted the police after she hadn't heard from her daughter in a while. Sean had previously worked at a Chevron station,

Taco Restaurant, and an oil company. She'd had a few kids with a few boyfriends over the years. She'd been picked up a few times for shoplifting, When she died, she owed some drug dealers money for drugs. So the police are led in the wrong direction when it comes to suspects initially. December 22nd, 1997, Spokane serial killer task force is now formed. Consistive four officers, two from the Spokane County Sheriff's Office, two from Spokane Police Department, also assisted by a local FBI office. The task force notes that all the victims are killed with a 25 caliber gun.

Plastic bags are placed over the women's heads after being shot where the killer, that's the killer's signature. They believe that the killer most likely used the bags to keep the blood contained since the victims didn't die of suffocation. The killer dumped the bodies and secluded locations, but locations that were near well-traveled roads and in close proximity to each other. Almost all the victims were killed in one place, dumped in another. Friends and scientists gathered everything they could from the crime scenes, acrylic fibers, hair clippings, grass clippings, DNA samples,

bullets, plastic bags, clothing, other debris, and sent it off to the state crime lab for comparison and analysis. Task Force designs a compile list of all the missing sex workers in the area. That list will include four future victims who have gone missing but are not dead yet. Instead of waiting for the women to show up dead, homicide detectives began searching for them early appealing to the public for help.

On December 26, 1997, the bodies of 31-year-old Laurel Wayson and 39-year-old Sean McClellan are discovered together in Spokane, Washington. Witness Rick Delanty finds both victims near East 4,800 Hangman Valley Road. Four bodies now, unless my math is off, uh, to be found near the Leitov Creek golf course. I will never look at that place the same way again. Laurel found in the gravel pit, uh, her head covered by three plastic bags. One of them contained a folded paper towel. She died from two gunshot wounds to the head.

Foreign vegetation, peanut shells, packing styrofoam, chips of concrete found covering her body. Seaman found on her body. The other victim, Sean McClenahan, found near Laurel stuffed into a gully in the woods. She been covered by three plastic bags, Sean had twice. Seaman also found on her body. And a fingerprint on one of the plastic bags is recovered. Like Laurel, foreign matter covered her body, right? Bags were from different stores, Safeway, Kmart, Shopco, Albertsons, but didn't lead to any clues about the killer.

It was clear that Laurel was much more decomposed in Sean, the police wondered if the killer leave Laurel there than dump Sean near her later. He kept them somewhere else, dumped both of them at the same time. Both victims had, like the others, you know, history of drug, use, and sex work. Both women also known amongst other sex workers as snitches, so the task force initially thinks that someone may have killed them out of revenge. Sean had previously helped put her drug dealer in prison with her testimony. Darla had lived with that same drug dealer before. Also was a police informant. Police began making connections between these women and suspect the killer knew them both personally. All right, did that dealer have them both killed? But with

the bags, it doesn't seem like it seems like this part of the serial killer. Sean attended Spokane Community College, working hospitals until she was diagnosed with carpal tunnel. It could no longer work. She relied on pain pills to manage her pain, fucking opiates, then turns to sex work for drug money, Sean abuse and heroin for the past four to five years. Sean last seen December 24th, 1997, before 6 p.m., a man who knew her, said he saw her crying in the grocery store parking lot, asked her what was wrong. She said she was upset about the state of her life, but she was looking forward to starting

a methadone program. She said, next Christmas, I'll be so presentable, I'll be gift wrapped under the tree, instead of unraveling out here in the street. Fuck, Junior took that possibility away from her. Sean promised to call this friend of hers, later that evening, but then never did. Kathy Lloyd, Sean's sister, knew something was wrong, on which she didn't show up for Christmas, the police informed her of her sister's death on the 26th. Laura was married, mother to one child worked as a rot wilder breeder.

She'd been in remission for six years, but relapse in 1996, she'd only somewhat recently gone back to sex work and been missing since October 30th. January 20th, 1998, now the FBI completes their profile of the serial killer. They have determined, bump, bump, bump, bump, he is white male, age 20 to 40 and maybe a loner. The task force is not finding this profile a very fucking helpful. Of course not. Why even release it? That's so vague. Spoken as I mentioned earlier, full of white male loners. I mean, you might as well say the FBI profilers have determined that some dude is likely the killer great news everyone the fb i pro-fathers are ninety percent certain that these

women are being killed by a no-no dirty bad boy guy stop what you're doing everybody we got this motherfucker now the fb i pro-fathers have determined that the killer is definitely alive and probably a human being. At this point in the timeline, I'm not back from studying abroad, back on campus. There is some concern on campus about all this. Murders are being reported a lot in the newspaper now, but GU's campus at this time, you know, super insulated.

Such a little bubble. Most of us never read the paper, watch local news. I certainly didn't, I don't know anyone who did. Never the townies, and then there was us. Most of us, if we did venture from campus, you know, we left town or went to a concert, then right back, maybe went hiking outside of the city, almost never, ever went to East Brick. My buddy Paul and I would buy discount ground beef from Sonnenberg's deli. I was right in the heart of where the women Bob killed worked, but we did that during the day. You had to get that cheap meat.

I had to feel our heavy on the hamburger helper young men trying to bulk up diets. But not being women, we weren't that worried. I do remember being worried about an ex-girlfriend of mine once, wanted around some house parties one night, put on my locals just off campus. She was a mess at that point. She was trying to make me jealous. I wasn't, but I was worried that if I just left, something bad would happen to her.

I would feel bad about it for the rest of my life. I was worried that maybe the serial killer could be one of these parties. I don't know. I don't know that she was that worried though. I think most girls on campus figured that if they just stayed away from spray avenue, they would be fine. Actually to show how insulated we were during the height

of all this, these women being taken literally just a mile away off campus I sing a song called Spokane Man I wrote a guitar for an annual setternet live type production Gonzaga would put on called Waiting on a fam every spring which I can remember the lyrics But you know just kind of mocking the surroundings and crime and different things like you know wasn't that worried clearly Looking back the campus surrounding area such a good example of the divide between the haves

and the have-nots, it was almost like, oh man, that's, that's your sucks for people not on campus. Having to deal with a serial killer, a good thing, we live in a very different place. Gonzaga's location is so interesting to me this way, right? You have all these kids, my family wasn't rich, but a lot of the Gonzaga families doing pretty well. And these kids placed in the Logan neighborhood of Spokane,

which at the time I went to school was one of the worst neighborhoods in the state of Washington for crime and poverty. And in 2000, the annual income of residents of this neighborhood was under 11,000 per person, right? Per year, age 15 and older. At that time, compared to 62% of Spokane households having all parents living in the house in the workforce, only 21% of homes with parents in the Logan neighborhood had parents working 15% of all families. They're living below the poverty level compared to 11% citywide and Spokane has a lot of other really in Poverty's neighborhoods

More thefts and burglaries car break ins etc. Then any other Spokane neighborhood at that time I had a couple different friends get mugged going to house parties., knew of a girl who got raped by someone who broke into her house, climbed in through her fucking bedroom window, lived just off campus, stories of other girls, victims of sex crimes, you know, right off campus. But even after those crimes, there was still a feeling there's long as you stayed on campus, you were safe. It was like some weird base. You didn't have to worry about, you know, what happened over on Sprig or on the Logan neighborhood. It's like, no, no, I'm on base. I'm on base. You can't tag me. about, you know, what happened over on Sprig or in the Logan neighborhood.

It's like, no, no, I'm on base, I'm on base, you can't tag me, can't hurt me. You're using Nordal. Crazy. Bunch of college kids are private Catholic University. Many from absolute families, near other kids, the same age, in some cases, walking East Sprig at night, hoping the John who pays to have sex with them

is in the Spokane Serial Killer. Well, we're going to some fucking house party, having the time of our lives. February 8, 1998, discovered that another local woman meets a monster. Body of 41-year-old Sonny Oster, or Oster, I believe it's Oster, is found in Spokane. When his Michael Cummings found her body at the 17,000 block of South Graham Road, laying in the cluster of trees by the side of the road, just a few miles from the campus of Eastern Washington University, over in Cheney. Less than 20 miles from the area of East Break Avenue, frequented by sex

workers in Spokane. The witness was out walking their dogs and horses, found clothes and a foot, poking out from a pile of debris. Again, no purse wallet, money found at the scene, again, investigators determined the killer drove a vehicle to the dump site. The body severely decomposed, so much so again, difficult to determine the victim's gender. The victim dumped into a ditch, facedown, covered in weeds and grass. Animals had gotten into the remains. She'd been shot twice in the head, head covered by three plastic bags. Sonny reportedly had a happy childhood, but experienced some type of trauma in high school

that made her turn to drugs. Sources don't say explicitly what kind of trauma was dropped out of high school. The age of 17, after getting pregnant, has two kids. As a good person cared for her stepmom, when her stepmom was fighting cancer, she wanted a normal life. She wanted to go to rehab or family wanted her to stay close to home. So she checked into a Spokane facility, September 16, 1997, discharged October 2nd, reported missing, December 24th, last scene in November at first depth services at Detox Center.

When her family hadn't heard from her in a while, they contact the police. After Yates trial her mom on Dreasmith with telelocal journalist, does anybody know what he does to dead girls after they're dead? Does anybody know? He has sex with them after they're dead, like he did did my sunny. Yeah, that is something that will be referenced. It hates at Yates' second trial. If I think I mentioned that in the very beginning of the show, but not since, so maybe Necrophilia,

his main sexual motive in these crimes. The task force now decides to fly a helicopter over some of the dump sites. The aircraft has thermal imaging equipment. It can reveal more bodies, but they find nothing. April 1, 1998. Another body turns up the remains of 34 year old Linda Mayben. Witnesses Glenn and Mary Moore find her body at East 4814th Street, out by Chini again, like the previous victim. Glenn and Mary out walk and see a partially closed person just the side of the road at the bottom of a ditch. Two plastic bags covering her head. Her autopsy takes place on April 3rd. She died of a single gunshot wound to the head.

So he must have, he must have really liked her. Only one shot. The bullet was recovered and unusual, sorry, not unusual, and unused pink condom retrieved from Linda's anus. So strange. I don't know what's going on there. In a boarded attempt at necrophilia, perhaps, maybe thought about using the condom for necrophilia, but then decided against it Linda also involved of course in sex work and drug use last scene of November 22nd reported missing by her friends

It spoke in serial killer task force now hires phd Richard old to examine debris found around some of the bodies and on some of the bodies and yes His name is Richard Old as in Dick Old. And he has a PhD. So, Dr. Dick Old, this is fantastic. Dr. Old Dick earned his PhD from the Department of Plant Science at the University of Idaho, where I'm sure no one ever talked shit about his name. We Idahoans are known as a whole culturally as having a very sophisticated sense of humor and

Never mock anyone for names related to genitalia Professor Jerry Atricock has a master's in agronomy and soils from Washington State University He'd worked 24 years in plants and weed identification and forensic botany He is a huge fucking nerd, but a very helpful one He determined that the debris was composed of lace, leaf, maple, birch, rose, hydrangea, organ, grape, maple, honey, locusts, and peanut shells, cherry pits, white paint, chips, pieces of concrete. He figures out a decorative bark, and he determines this debris is probably coming from a yard,

someone's yard, coming from the same yard. Maybe the killer's yard. Interesting. Is this really going to help catch y'ate? Maybe the killer's yard. Interesting. Is this really gonna help catch yate? No, it's not. But I want to do include these details because his name is Dick Old. May 1998, Yates is still grounded from flying

because, you know, his weiner is still too small. We can't lay you up. Bob, we've gone over this. There is no fucking way. You can consistently concentrate on flying with a dick that tiny, shameful. No, he's still grounded though due to delays in processing his medical examination Performance evaluation notes that his morale and dedication remain high despite not being able to fly Of course his morale's high. He's having a great time constantly murdering innocent young women all around town

He's probably whistling grinning at work Say Monty sells his white Corvette to a woman named Rita Jones and spoke in. Wonder how creeped out Rita was two years later when she'll learn what went on in that Corvette. He imagined finding out the car he'd been driving around was used to murder numerous women or numerous women who murdered in the car. May 12, 1998, 43 year old Melody Murphy goes missing from spoke in, not all, not much is known about Melody, other than she was also a sex worker struggle with drug addiction New some of the other victims Her body will show up after Yates is caught in a very interesting location

We'll talk about that when it comes up July 7th 1998 the body of 47 year old Michelin Durning found in Spokane just a few blocks from spray Gavinu North 218 Cressline less than half mile From where I got my first tattoo just a year or two after all this at Tiger tattoo less than a half mile from Sonnenberg's market and Deli get that hamburger helper meat for for a great price Less than a mile from Gonzaga's campus witness Gordon, Oldland founder Her body was found naked in empty parking lot partially Parts she covered by branches and a hot tub cover That's so random. She also was found right next to

Pantrol where he had worked. It's worked about a thousand feet from where Kyler went to school for a couple years nuts Worked with a few blocks off East Bray where these women walked at night hoping to pick up Johns Worked less than a mile from where I mean other students were studying and partying Please actually speak to yates and other workers, but he doesn't stand out at all. Right? He's average show. How did they not check to see if any of these guys owned or used to own white corbettes? So easy to armchair detective this though. I know. The medical examiner recovered a 25 caliber casing from Michelin's hair, autopsy determined that she died from a gunshot wound to the head. She was originally from Southern California, enjoyed spending time in the beach with her son.

Her mom had passed away from cancer in 1991, and then she was her mother's caretaker for a few years. Then her life really seems to have fallen apart. 1997, after years of drug addiction, sex work and homelessness, she came to Spokane to live with her close friend Gregory Landis, seemed to be getting her life back on track, working several jobs, joining the church, considering going back to school for nursing.

Her most recent job was as a secretary, but then she started using again. And that led her into sex work again. She was supposed to go on a trip with her friend, Gregory, when she disappeared, trying to get her life back on track, but never she never showed up for the trip. And she was last seen July 3rd, 1998. Summer of 98.

Back when I was in turning for Child child protective services, some of the families I worked with dealing with kids who had been taken out of their homes, homes deemed not safe for these kids and they weren't. Some of the women in these families had been or were previously involved in sex work, many dealing with drug addiction and they lived not far from where all this happened. I wonder if they worried about the killer. I don't remember asking them. I wonder if they knew some about the killer. I don't remember asking them. I wonder if they knew some of these women. I don't remember personally worrying about any of this

at the time, I was too busy jamming that summer with a new little garage rock band, who's Lewis? Kieren have to play totes and pro gem covers at parties. Again, what a nice little bubble. We's Ags got to hide in during all this. August 1st, 1998. Yates picks up 32 year old sex worker, Christine Smith. She did not live in the Zag bubble. Yates picks her up between one and one 30 a.m. on

East break Saturday night. I'm sure I was a fucking hammered somewhere. Now, there wasn't this, you know, probably a milder or less from where this happened. Wasn't a Saturday night. That summer when I was not hammered. Bobber driving a black 70s Ford van now orange stripe on the passenger side exterior. Christine agrees to perform oral sex on him in the back of the van for 40 bucks. Yates had installed a bed and mattress in the back and he drives to a secluded parking lot in Spokane behind the Rockwood clinic. I know exactly where this is. You can see it from the freeway.

This place located at the base of the South Hill, less than half mile from East Bregg, Red Light corridor. Excuse me, also less than a half mile from where I will get my first post-collet job at the Crisis Residential Treatment Center almost a year later, almost exactly a year later, working with area-troubled teens. Wonder if any of them knew or related to any of Bob's victims? Christine could not find an interior door handle on the sliding van door when she got in. Webit concerning, her spot spoty senses start tingling she

actually asks this guy are you the psycho killer that has been murdering prostitutes and yates responds oh fuck yeah don't be scared never kill anyone named Christine bad luck and he's like you promise and he's like pinky swear and he's like okay okay cool and then they complete their transaction obviously not true no he said I'm a respected national guard helicopter pilot and the father of five children. You have nothing to fear. Pretty gross that is using his family as a way to prove to him and he wants to kill

that he's a good guy. I wonder how many victims he showed pictures of his kids before murdering them. Also, how was rationalizing, how was, how was, like this was wife? How was Linda allowing him just to have a van with a fucking bed in the back of it? Right? How was he rationalized that to her?

Just, baby, sometimes I need to take naps at work. You know I like a nap. You know I get sleepy right after I come in and another woman's vagina. What? Who, what? Who said that? Christine began performing oral sex on Yates, but after five to seven minutes, he still has not become aroused.

She's about to stop and ask what was wrong, when she struck by sudden blow to the head, she almost luches consciousness, falls backwards. She'd actually been shot in the head, but the bullet he just grazed her. And the shock of all of this, she didn't even realize the gun had gone off. How fucking crazy is that?

Also, why did you randomly shoot her after she's going down to him for, you know, like roughly five minutes, over five minutes? I'm guessing because his impotence would have magically probably went away if he would have been able to have sex with her once she was dead. How the fuck do you get to a place like that in your head? Where that is what you need. It makes me think of Bob's reputation with the local sex workers that he didn't kill, right? Remember they said he wasn't kinky. What if that is where all this is coming from? What if he wasn't even comfortable being kinky with sex workers?

Maybe he's too embarrassed, maybe he's afraid of them teasing him. But if they're dead, they can't tease him, they can't tell anyone. And then he can be as kinky as he wants, totally speculating here, but feels possible. Christine not going to find out how kinky or not he was. After he shoots her, just grazing her, she jumps out of the van, flees to St. Luke's rehab center, receives three stitches, still not realizing she has been shot. Yates demanded his money back while Christine made her way to the front of the van to get the money from her pockets before fleeing.

As she fleeing, she remembers him saying, what are we doing here, Christine? Maybe not wanting to draw attention to himself to risk someone hearing him shoot at Christine or having her scream as he chases her He doesn't chase her. You know, he's in an area with a fair amount of traffic nearby where there will be plenty of witnesses So he just takes off September of 1998 the eights gets laid off from his job at pantrol They thought it was a solid worker But they did not like how he was talking about killing sex workers all the time and it was starting to bother upper management

They're like Bobby Bobby your great, you're a great worker. A lot of the guys who are love you, but, you're always talking about the women you're killing. Showing guys are naked pictures, talking a great detail about how exactly he goes down, offer you to drive guys, to where you dump the bodies, inviting guys to kill with you on the weekends,

talking about how fun sex with dead bodies is. And, well, we got a couple of crybabies here in the middle of management. And, you know, if I don't lay you off, they've threatened to go to the police. I know, they're overreacting. We live in a crazy world. You know that I don't care what you do in your own time. That's not my business, but I got to let you go. We got customers who might take their business elsewhere if they figure out that one of our employees is a one serial killer. And of course, that's not why they laid him off. They laid him off because his weiner was too small. God damn it. He's gonna hurt somebody. He can't

focus on the machines with that small of a weiner. He's gonna hurt himself or someone else. I have no idea what let him go. Doesn't sound like he was fired. Sounds like business slowed down. I was an okay worker, not their best. And, you know, they made some cutbacks. So, December 19th, 1998, Yates is pulled over after picking up a known sex worker. He's asked to provide a DNA sample to the Spokane Police to help them narrow down a suspect list

for local serial killer targeting sex workers. And he refuses. He tells the officers that that request was too extreme of an ask for a family man. Officer be reasonable. Think of my family. I am just a lowly godfaring family man down here paying for blow jobs instead of saving up for my kids college funds or taking my wife out of the day. Let's not let this get ugly. Because this was sadly not an uncommon response, police do not elevate him on a list of suspects. October 13th, 1998, the body of 34 year old Connie Lafontein Ellis found in Pierce County, Washington, dates National Guard duties, taken him back to the Western side of the state. Witness Bruce Cheshire finds

a female body near the 1700 block of 108th Street South into coma. No purse wallet, no money found again, you know, just like the other victims. Again, the killer used to vehicle to transport the victim with the scene. Again has three plastic bags on her head, one gunshot wound to the head. Autopsy takes place on October 14th. Victim of course, died to the gunshot wound or from the gunshot wound to the head. Connie was a member of the Turtle Mountain Band of Chippewa. Group on a reservation north Dakota.

Move to spoke, can at the age of 18, described as a lovely young girl who attended beauty school, earned her license to cut and treat hair March 3rd 1997, trying to kick a drug habit at the time, but using hair at once since 1992 in and out of rehab. She got over to the west side of the state, lived in Tacoma, got married, had a child. Last time her family star was 1996 when her son died of a heart condition. And this is so sad, then her second child dies of SIDS. And she is devastated. She is emotionally destroyed by these deaths. Her father said, I don't think Connie cared too much about life after that. Yeah, that's obviously super tragic. Connie stopped calling her family, turned to drugs to cope with her pain,

so sad. And despite the tragic deaths of two of her children, she had not though given up on life before Bob founder. Connie entered a methadone treatment program September 8th, 1998, just a week before it seems Bob killer. She was last seen alive September 17th after receiving a dose of methadone at a clinic. Spokane County learned of Connie's case. The same day her body was found

a Spokane detective asked appears. County detective, will you just tell me one thing? Does she have plastic bags on her head? Now the task force knows the same killer is active, both Western, Eastern, Washington. Around this time, many items of evidence from various, various recent murders I've listed

are submitted to a crime lab. Projectiles, casings, hairs, fiber swabs, firearm evidence examined by Washington State Patrol crime lab scientists Ed Robinson. Robinson looked at the evidence from the Johnson, Watson, McClendon Han, Oster, or Oster, Maybin, Ellis cases, you know, each victim shot with a 25 caliber weapon. Just a few weeks later, November 10th, 1998, Robert Yates pulled over the corner first in Cressline in Spokane in a 1985 Honda Civic. Two blocks off a Zips drive in on East break avenues in that same area again.

Oh man, Zips, local, greasy, birder chain, use to love them. Now they hurt too much. Still think about their milkshake sometimes. I got a milkshake from the Zips, from this exact location before my first tattoo back in 2000. I didn't know how much it hurt. And I thought a chocolate milkshake would be a nice distraction because I'm a child. Anything to rationalize a milkshake.

The officer made the stop at at 125 AM in the morning. Accused him of picking up a prostitute, but Yates insists, no I'm not. I'm picking up a woman to help her because her dad wanted me to go get her. What? You think I picked up this sex worker. At one thirty in the morning on Tuesday night to have sex with her?

No way, not this family guy. I'm a friend of her dads. He wondered where she was and I was like, oh I know, do I ever? I can't tell you how many working girls I've seen down here including your daughter. Women I have picked up and sometimes killed. Who said that? Come on, just y'all shriek. He's released. The officer makes no to the contact. Dude doesn't seem to worried about being caught, right? Keeps going back to the exact same neighborhood. This is a small neighborhood.

The stretch of East Bokan, not very big. Keeps going back to pick up sex workers. November 12, 1998, Amber Yates, Yates middle daughter, calls a police report that her dad hits me all the time. Yates is charged with misdemeanor assault. Some cracks are finally starting to publicly show. In the life of this so-called family man, this family guy. Amber will later speak about this experience

in a documentary interview. She said that Robert was helping her sister Michelle with some homework. Michelle didn't understand the problems. So he starts calling her stupid. She starts crying. Amber tells her dad to shut up and he doesn't care for that. Grab her, throws her on the floor,

smacks her around. What the fuck is wrong with some of you? Amber tries to defend herself, but Robert is so much bigger, so much stronger. She manages though to get off the ground, run to the phone. He pulls it out of the socket. She then flees from the house, calls a friend, drives her to the police station.

Amber there tells an officer what happened and the officer goes to the house. So good for her. Love it. Hail Nimrod. Hail Amber takes a lot of courage to to the police station. Amber there tells an officer what happened and the officer goes to the house. So good for her. Love it. Hail Nimrod. Hail Amber takes a lot of courage to call the police on your own father, especially when you need to scary pieces, shit.

Robert is charged, but not arrested and not taken to the station. December, 1998. Yates goes back to work. It's hired to be a strike breaker, heek, at Kaiser Mead, local aluminum plant. Used to employ hundreds of people. Yates worked as a carbon setter and crane operator,

and apparently got along well with his coworkers, right, they considered him to be a big family guy, because that's what he told him all the time. He likes to talk about his kids, gets him left out to recent assault charge on his daughter, probably didn't talk too much about a sex worker addiction, or murders, or necrophilia. Hey, you guys wanna go sledding this weekend?

Oh, man, there's some great spots up on the South Hill near the house. Now you bring the toboggan's and the kids now I'll bring the hot chocolate and if we get bored, we can ditch the wives and kids and hop in my fuck fan and we can go pay for some sex and maybe kill some people. I don't know. He took on a leadership fatherly role to the younger man he worked with back at home, this family guy's family, not to have with him. His wife Linda, more upset than she usually is. I feel like this is substantial,

because I'm sure her baseline is, you know, fuck this guy, I hope he dies. And now she's more upset. Money has gotten particularly tight. She doesn't understand why. She's gone over the recent bank statements and seeing frequent ATM cash withdrawals. When she brings him up to Bob,

he tells her to get a job if she wants more money as a good family man does. He's trying his best. Man's got to eat. Man's got to come. Another woman's a giant. Sometimes come on. Every family guy knows that. Addie more stress, the relationship, junior becoming especially sexually frustrated. After his last run with the police, he took a break from hiring and sometimes killing sex workers, and that's fucking up his libido. And now he's experiencing impotence. Now he tried talking to his wife, Linda, about maybe doing some role-playing, you know, but she's too much of a prude. He was just like, maybe does everyone want to know how? Why can't you know, you just let me shoot you in the head with a 25, put a plastic bag over your head, to stop the bleeding, and then fuck you when you're dead.

And she's like, what did you say? And he and he's like what I didn't say anything you said something And then he pointed behind her and he's like oh cool check out that knee bird I'm looking at and then when she turned to look at it There was no bird and but then when she turned back around he was already walking away like they weren't even talking Smooth criminal What he really talked to his wife about was buying thatagra. She said he didn't need it. That their boat is tired. Yeah, I bet she said they didn't need it. Imagine she was very tired to fucking this creep. Some Viagra probably sounded like torture. Have that weirdo trying fuck her even more? No, thank you. In addition, all the ATM withdrawals, Linda also found on a credit

card statement, a bunch of charges for renting a room at Al spa tub motel. I cannot believe this place showed up. This is a place I joked about so much when I was going to Gonzaga. Can't believe it actually showed up in a suck. He told her he was just using their hot tubs to relax his muscles after work. She suspects he's having an affair suspected she had to have known at least that was going on. Al spa tub motel. This place was fucking insane. It was located about two blocks from Gonzaga's campus on North Division, finally closed, torn down in 2020. We used to joke about this place all the time. It was referenced in sketches we put on and that waiting on it, waiting on a FEM show. This place was the motel. You would reference

if you were joking about paying for sex. If you wanted to reference a sleazy motel, Bing, Bing, this is number one in all the Spokane. Close down during the pandemic, you know, yeah, finally, finally, I torn down, I already said that. But before that, though, landmarks sitting on one of the busiest streets in Spokane, right? Just right next to campus, main advertising points were being able to rent rooms by the hour. And those rooms having quote, adult cable TV. So porn before the internet made it available for everyone. And they had hot tubs in every room. Only an idiot would rent a room here thinking it was just a good place to stay for the night.

Like if you brought your family to stay here, you should probably have your kids take it from you. This was a motel exclusively geared towards sex work. Linda's suspected bottom was having an affair. Yeah, I would hope so. And this sometimes comes across such a sad character in this story. No wonder she stayed away from reporters and journalists since Bob's first trial ended. She doesn't often look great in these these little moments. January 1999, Yates informed that his misdemeanor charge for assaulting his daughter would be dropped if he had no more trouble for the next two years When he is told that he asks, well, what about all those women? I've been killing and they're like what and then he was like

Huh, I just anything and then he was like oh whoa? That's a neat bird and he points behind them. They turn around. They don't see anything But then when they turn back around you know, he says to him it flies down and then one of them looks, he fucking runs his fingers up the guy's chest real quick, kind of pops him on the nose and it's like, may you look, you know, and then when they start to say, like, don't put your hands on me, he interrupts, he's like, squirrel, and he fucking smacks him with the back of his hand on their nuts, got you, and they're so fucking annoyed, they forgot all about the first thing he said, and they're just like, get out of here!

Or none of that happens. Or he's talked to about his daughter, you know, and that's it. March of 1999, Yeh supplies to fly helicopters for an air ambulance service in Spokane. Thank God there are no openings. How weird might that have been if he would have gotten that like a life flight job?

I imagine him trying to kill somebody and his way to work. He's going to work for a graveyard shift. She barely survives, then a witness finds her. She needs to be life-flited. He ends up having to fly her, right? Someone who's just shot to the hospital. Bob, what are you doing?

The hospital is the other direction. No, I know. I just, there could be turbulence. I just felt like there might be some turbulence. Up ahead, we should be safe. And I got to swing by the house and grab something. Early June, 1999. I graduate with the bachelor's in psychology, minor in English literature from Gonzaga,

go to work for Crisis Residential Treatment Center, I know nothing to do with Bob, but I've woven my campus life into this tale. Thought I should mention it. I run an apartment with a buddy in the Logan neighborhood. September 15th, 1999, Yates meets with some detectives at Spokane Public Safety Building for an interview about murdered sex workers.

Fucking finally. He's told his name has come up during the investigation, but that he's not a primary suspect. And that's kind of true. He's not really. He was free to refuse to answer any questions or leave. Yates didn't know that the police had narrowed down thousands of plates to just a list of 34 individuals,

whose names had shown up multiple times in police reports. So he's in the top 40 now. Guys, the police are looking at an officer asking about the time he was pulled over 1998. Yates gave the same story, right? The girls dad, he wanted him to pick her up. He worked with her dad. And, you know, and her dad was like, can you just give my daughter and bring her home? You could remember the woman's name, though, or the dad's name.

Detectives warn him that the story doesn't sound really great. It seems like you're lying, but he sticks with the story. Then he really fucks up. Again, he says they asked him what he was doing in a previous time. He was in the East Bragg. When he got pulled over driving a white Camaro, and he corrects them. He's like, oh no, that wasn't a white Camaro, it was a white Corvette. Remember back in 1997, Heather Hernandez's's friend Yolanda Carey said the last time she saw Heather alive was when she climbed into a white Corvette middle-aged white man

Then the Texas began compiling a list of white Corvette owners and Easter washington then cross reference that with people who've been stopped by a place in the area Frequent of my sex workers identified and field reports Yates's name had come up. Now he's reminding them of that He's jumping now from top 40 to what top five top three maybe number one identified in field reports, Yates's name had come up. Now he's reminding them of that. He's jumping now from top 40 to what? Top five, top three, maybe number one. When asked if he still owned the white Corvette, he said he had sold it. Now he's asked to give a blood sample.

The killer left forensic evidence in multiple crime sites. Yates says he'll have to think about it. So he's obviously looking real bad right now. One detective notes that Yates seems extremely nervous and is sweating profusely during the interview. September 16, 1999, detectives tracked down the woman Yates picked up on November 10, 1998. Her name is Jennifer Robinson.

The woman he said he picked up because her dad wanted him to go find her. She of course tells a different story. She says Yates agreed to pay her 20 bucks to perform a sex act. And then when he was pulled over, he made up the story about her dad, her father to now work with Yates. Yates gave the police a false address as well for her father's house. September 18th, 1999. Yates called to spoke and police and informed them that he will not be giving them a blood

sample. They figure he must be innocent and they drop him from their suspect list. Or he looks guilty as fuck and he's now the prime suspect. January 7th, 2000 detectives track down Rita Jones, owner of that Yates is of his former white corvette. Yates owned the vehicle from September 8th, 1994, to May 7th, 1998. She confirmed Yates sold a tour for just under 9,000,

Rita parked the car in her sister's garage, a sister who just happened to work for the Spokane Police Department. Fuck yeah, nice. Rita immediately allows a police to collect fiber samples from her car. And the state crime lab learns the car has been changed twice in two years. Gates told Rita it had only been changed once. He's become more and more suspicious.

So far they just don't have enough to go force him to give them a blood sample or charge him with anything. Around this time I get a part time job on top of my full time job at the Crisis Residential Center at a 24 hour fitness working as a personal trainer to a few blocks from where Bob lived. Back when I was ripped for a brief period,

back when I could drink so much beer and not have consequences. March 22nd, 2000, a detective found a list of license plates kept by Joe Lockridge, boyfriend of sex worker Cheryl Sikerman. Smart. Joe wrote down the license plates of cars that picked up his sex worker girlfriend. So you know, she could let them know that he did that and that he would report them if

anything happened to her. Cheryl dated the driver of license plate, 507 JKN to March 7th, 2000. The license plate belonged to a 1985 Honda Accord registered to Robert Yates. More evidence that Yates is a frequent client of the women working East break. Not just some dude picking up these ladies to help their dads out. April 5, 2000 Kevin Jenkins forensic scientists from the state crime lab informs detectives on the task force that the fibers from the Corvette very closely match.

Those found on 1997 murder victim Jennifer Joseph's body, her shoes and the towel. Jones told his colleagues in the world of fibers, two fibers don't match any better than these two. So cool that detectives can do that kind of analysis or that their labs can, you know, task force detectives now called Spokane County Sheriff Mark Sturk. Sturk was with sheriff Mike Humphries of Walla Walla. Sturk told Humphries that he thought the Spokane killer was a man who killed years earlier in Walla Walla. Humphries had a detective find that old Oliver Savage file. Those young best friends, possible budding lovers shot to death while picking. Stark learned that Yates lived and worked in Walla Walla in 1975 and that he

purchased a Ruger 357 from Payless Drug on April 25, 1974, purchase ammo in 1975. The kind of ammo used to kill the pair purchased shortly before killing them July 3rd. Checked proof that Yates worked at the State Penitentiary for a short time, starting July. Humphrey's contact to William Brewer Yates' father-in-law, Brewer confirmed that Yates worked at the prison and owned several guns. When it all Billy Brewer thought of Bobby, Bobbert before he was arrested. He had to have hated him, right? Especially after roughing up his granddaughter. I hate this motherfucker. He's married to my daughter. A record show that he ate sold the three feet to seven to

Kessorling sporting goods in Oak Harbor, Washington. Larry Johnson purchased the gun, sold it in 1977 or 78 to a private party. Manufacturer provided the police with a serial number. Detectives able to recover this gun impressive, but can't conclusively conclude with a hundred percent certainty that it's the murder weapon in the Oliver and Savage murders. Damn it. Still not enough evidence that they need to charge Bobberton to have it stick. But of course, you know, they are mounting more and more evidence, keeps looking guilty or in guiltier. April 7th, 2000 Task Force, Toes Bob's old core vet to their vehicle processing station. They're able to execute a search warrant, April 10th.

They find Old Drive Blood on the passenger side seat belt buckle, driver seat, and on the passenger seat. Under the passenger side floor board, they also find a small white button. Exactly like the one of the missing buttons from Jennifer Joseph's blouse, because it was the missing button. That fucking button comes back to help lead to murder charges against Bob. Love that they found after Bob sold the Corvette. Love that little detail.

You know what I'm saying? Help in this case. Well done, SPD. Gotta give you the tech of his big props on this. Task Force, collect Jennifer's parents DNA, compares it to the blood stains, friends, exciences, find an extremely high likelihood that the DNA is from a child of Joseph's parents.

So it's all looking bad for Yates. They're closing it April 15th 2000 Yates tells his wife Linda. He's going to Tacoma to return some military clothing to Fort Lewis But really he goes to Al's spa tub motel fucking classy To meet a sex worker Linda then questions him about the bank statements again There's a $600 difference between her check register and her most recent statement Yates now breaks down. Starts crying.

Confess his linda. I have a problem. You need to help me. He says he'd recently gone on a fully paid flight training trip, but he's spent an additional $2,100. He'd originally told Linda. He used that money to buy gifts for her and the kids. Now he says the quote unquote truth is that he spent it gambling. By gambling, of course, he means gambling with his dick on sex workers, playing.

Who am I going to come in roulette? Linda later says he boohooed. I walked out. I knew then he'd lost his grip. I sense that something terrible was about to happen. Oh, so many terrible things have already happened, Linda. April 16, 2000 detectives began 24-7 surveillance on Robert Yates House while they prepared to arrest him. Yates had just returned from a two week training with a national guard. April 18, 2047, year-old Robert Yates is arrested for the murder of 16-year-old Jennifer Joseph,

almost. Wind detectives first approach him, thinking fast. He points behind him, he yells, oh wow, I don't think Crows could get that big. That's really neat. And after the officers turn around, don't see any neat looking Crows. They turn back around.

He has a good two blocks away running at full sprint. He was very fast. And I know this gag is so stupid, but the absurdity of a killer, not getting caught, because he just like points behind people and tells him he's seen a neat kind of bird is very funny to me because I'm in it. And Raleigh, of course, he's arrested. He's arrested early at 6.30 a.m. Just as he leaves his house for work. Twos his follow him until he is driven out of

you from the house to spare his family embarrassment detectives Rick Grabinstein, Dave Bentley. He will work in the case now for years. Make the arrest. Grabinstein said, I told him that he was under arrest for the murder of 16 year old Jennifer Joseph and the man didn't seem the least bit concerned. Yates is booked into jail and suspicion of murder, 941 AM. Through DNA analysis, the task force able now to get a blood sample, they quickly match Yates to many more victims. Dan Stein's from Pathology Associates, obtained Yates blood, and the blood ascent to the WSP crime lab to compare with semen swabs

and that condom they found. 445 PM forensic or AC condom they found 445 p.m. Forensic or a condom they found 445 p.m. Forensic scientists Bill Kulnane advises investigators that Yates's blood is a DNA direct match for semen found in the bodies of Scott Johnson, Watson, but clean a hand, Mercer, Oster, Maibin and Dernan, eight additional victims. Yates image now published in the spokesman review right numerous sex workers contact the paper contact the police let they know they've The police now spend a few days searching the interior and exterior of Yates's house. They find Shannon Zelinsky's blood on a coat in the home. Ten victims linked directly to him now.

They find a Mickey Mouse coat belonging to missing and the police found him. They found a coat in the house. They found a coat in the home. 10 victims linked directly to him now. They find a Mickey Mouse coat belonging to missing Melody Murphy. Linda said that Robert brought her the coat one night. In her words, it smelled like a quote French whorehouse. And she had to wash it a few times before she could wear it. Jesus. Yates family was just as shocked as the public when they received news of the arrest. They said they were.

Again, I think on some level, some of them had to have known, right? But maybe not, I guess. Linda received a call from Kaiser Lundman, forming her that Bobby didn't show up to work. She suspected he was the motel again, drove to the address in the credit card statement. Bobby wasn't there, so Linda went to Burger King for a coffee. Please approach her. She got out of her car and Linda said, if this is about Bob, I'm going to kill him. She now learned he'd been arrested for coffee. Police approach her, she got out of her car and Linda said, if this is about Bob, I'm gonna kill him. She now learned he'd been arrested for murder.

Linda now explains 1945 murder to police. I don't know why that was, this is why he did it. He's got his murder in his blood. That woman Bob is grandma killed his grandpa and then she asked if she could still have her coffee. You know, finding out your husband has been arrested for murder. No reason not to enjoy some delicious Burger King coffee. As a police station, Linda's informed that her husband may be the Spokane serial killer.

Man, I hope after that news, she was able to enjoy some french fries, maybe a milkshake. I feel like you need more than a cup of Burger King coffee to wash down that news with. To the police, just a few minutes to realize Linda didn't know anything. I don't think Linda wanted to know anything. Linda didn't seem to be real active in her own life in some ways. Seemed to prefer denial to facing the fact that her husband and father for kids was a huge piece of shit.

Linda called her daughter Amber, who was at work, Michelle was at school, called into the office, Amber Yates later said, when the detectives told us about the crime, I immediately started crying. It was devastating, disappointing. It was shocking for all of us, all my siblings. It still is a struggle for us today. Melissa Yates later said, I couldn't believe it. I was shocked and especially after I saw him on

the news, after they arrest him, it felt like it was someone else, but you know, that's my dad. How could he do that? The family now wasn't allowed to go home. The sheriff's office paid for them to stay in a hotel for days while the house was searched for evidence. Yates, younger son, had to leave the room anytime the case would come on the news. Poor little guy, 11 years old for evidence. Yates, younger son had to leave the room. Any time the case would come on the news. Poor little guy, 11 years old. And he ate, so I went to visit her father and jail, asking about the crime. She said he only hit Jennifer Joseph.

He didn't admit to killing her. Holy shit, what a nightmare all of this would be. Imagine this is your dad. What kind of havoc that would wreak on your family, right? And he does admit to doing some super creepy shits, you know? Amber, yes, so okay, listen, no I didn't kill her. I smacked around a girl your exact age that I was paying to have sex with.

Listen, being a grown up is hard. I'm sure you're mad at me. But wait until you have kids. Wait until you're smacking around. Some kid, your kid's age, you're fucking. We'll see how high-hand Mighty you are then. Could you still have a relationship with your dad after he told you something like that?

I don't think I could, right? I think I'd have to say goodbye forever. When my dad gets caught, no. Easy to say when you're face, not personally faced with that choice that I know. But Yates' family will make that choice. They do not have any contact with him from what I understand. So good for them. Yates's extended family and friends and current and former coworkers

are initially shocked. Many of them, you know, refused to believe he's the killer, asked for judgments to be reserved until more evidence comes out pretty normal. Won't take them long enough to realize he for sure did it. This case moves along pretty damn fast now. April 19, 2000, the day after being arrested, Yates is officially charged with the murder of Jennifer Joseph. Spill Cane County Sheriff Mark Sturk announces he's a suspect in eight other murders. He's actually suspected more than those murders, but those were the ones they had the most evidence for at the time. April 20, 2000, Richard Old, Professor elderly cock is back, baby. He goes to the

Yates residence to examine the plants around the house, finds a strong probability that the plant material found with the victims originated in that yard, right? Further implicating Yates with these murders. April 25, 2007 days after Bobberts arrest, late in print matched to Bob. This print first developed on March 9, 1998 from a plastic bag found on Sean McClanahan's body. And now German investigators announced their investigating Yates for 26 unsolved murders that occurred while he was overseas.

And there would be charges of any of those murders, but criminal behavior experts who have weighed in on Yates case seem to all agree that it is very unlikely that he didn't kill when he was over in Germany and just out of the country in general. May 9, 10, 2003 weeks after junior's arrest, Spokane police locate and search Bob's black fort van records confirmed Yates owned the van until May 7th, 1999. And then it was listed as an insurance total loss. It was not they find blood stains 25 caliber bullet casing, even find a bullet stuck in the roof of the van.

Looks a little bit bad for him. Christine Smith now contacts the police after recognizing Yates' mug shot and spokesman review. She informs the police that he was the man who assaulted her August 1st 98. She had just learned that he didn't just hit her in the head, he had shot her. She found that I just a few months earlier in March when she was given an X-ray after a car accident and they found bullet fragments in her fucking face and skull. God Christine had fragments had fragments removed for ballistic comparison. It was determined that the fragments came from a 25 caliber weapon.

Christine meets with the police on May 12th, identifies the eights in a photo lineup, walls are closing and quick. May 18th, 2000, Montafer's arrest, Spokane County now files two charges against the eights in an affidavit. The details investigation. Count one, pre-meditated murder in the first degree with aggravating circumstances committed as follows between August 16th, 97 and August 26th, 97 with premeditated intent to cause a death of Jennifer A. Joseph and the murder of Jennifer A. Joseph, part of a common scheme or plan involving more than one victim to wit and then list out many other names.

Case two, premeditated murder in the first degree with aggravating circumstances committed as follows between October 197 November 597 with premeditated intent to cause a death of another person did cause a death of Darla C Scott. May 31st 2006 weeks after his arrest, Yates pleads now not guilty to eight counts of first degree murder. Another month later, June 30th, Yates attorney Richard Faisy writes a letter to the prosecutor asking for a plea deal, right? Dick Faisy knows he can't defend this piece of shit. Too much evidence to deal is this. Yates is going to confess not just to eight murders, but to 15. He'll confess to 10 murders in Spokane, two murders in Pierce County, two more in Walla Walla,

and one in Skagit County. And he'll confess to the attempted murder of Christine Smith. He'll confess to 10 murders in Spokane, two murders in Pierce County, two more in Walla Walla and one in Skagit County. And he'll confess to the attempted murder of Christine Smith. He'll answer any questions, tell the police what he did with the guns, and draw a map to the missing Melody Murphins, missing body of Melody Murphin. In return, he just won't receive the death penalty, and he won't have to discuss any of the crimes. They accept. October 13th, 2008, please guilty to everything I just laid out, 15 murders, one attempt of murder, judged sent in to 408 years in prison. Spelcan prosecutors reserve a 16th murder that they know Bob committed that he wouldn't invest to Sean McClanahan's murder to file against him in case he appeals later, which will make

him eligible to receive the death penalty. So that's smart. I keep a little ace in their sleep. Even though Yates doesn't have to discuss his crimes, his victims, family members, do get to read statements to him in court. Chris Oliver, Patrick Oliver's brother says, you could postpone your ultimate judgment, you can't avoid that day. Heather Smith, Shannon Zalinsky's daughter

says, God will not forgive you, Mr. Yates, you killed my mom. Sean Johnson's sister says, some of the victims are younger than your daughters. Had she taken the wrong road in life, would you have killed her too? You know, referring to one daughter. Sonny Otter's father says useless garbage. Those two words come pretty close to describing your existence. Yeah.

Yep. Pretty, pretty fair. Many more also speak Sasha Yates. Also speaks in court. I'm the eldest daughter of Robert Yates. I feel immensely terrible that this has happened. It feels like a dream. I'm still in shock. They didn't deserve this. No one deserves to be killed like that. No one. I also like most of the victims want to know why. What caused this? I still love you dad. Even though

you did this, I may not understand why. I may never find out why the reason behind this. Finally Yates reads his own statement in court. He says, nothing I can say will erase the sorrow, the pain and the anguish that you feel that I've caused in your lives. I've caused much sorrow, much pain. You can't know how much pain I know I've caused for all of you and my family.

I've taken away the love, the compassion and the tenderness of your loved ones. And I've submitted in that place of grief and bitterness. I pray that God will write the wrongs that I've committed that justice will bring closure to all who, as a result of my actions, have become victims. I pray. And I apologize to the public, this community,

this nation, too law enforcement, to my family, my lovely wife, my children whom I dearly love, my friends and my family. Most of all, to the families and friends of Susan Savage, I'm sorry. And then it repeats that phrase, you know, most of all to the families and friends of, you know, he searched each, each victim's name followed by, I'm sorry, over and over. Then after reading the last victim's name, he says, hey, how did a bald eagle get in here? And he points to the back of the courtroom.

When everyone tries to find the bald eagle, he sneaks out out has never been seen again. Smooth criminal, of course not. Now after these statements are read as part of his plea deal, Yates draws a map to missing Melody Murphy's body and detectors are shocked by a simple drawing just to pick the house. And he tells them that Melody is buried in his yard. October 18, 2000 Melody Murphy's remains found buried in the side yard of Robert Yates House buried 34 inches deep in a small garden right beneath his bedroom window. Just a few feet away from his wife slept. Where's wife slept?

She had three plastic bags around her head. Why did he bury one victim right next to his bedroom? Did he find it? Most attractive, right? This has to be sexual. Uh, when he had sex with his wife, did knowing one of his victims bodies is buried just a few feet away. Did that cure his impotence? It's fucking creepy. Extra creepy. 2001, Yates of Charge in Pierce County for murdering two additional victims. Melinda Mercer, Connie

Ellis, Pierce County prosecutors, uh, had refused to sign the Spokane plea deal. Old Bobber got tricked. Maybe they pulled the running gag I made up on him, right? You guys aren't gonna try me for murder again, are you? Of course not, Bob. We're just gonna sign right here. Y'all, we'll let you see it. We're gonna sign right here. You don't have to worry about,

hey, is that a pink flamingo? And then he looks where they point. And then when he looks back around if not seeing the flamingo, they've thrown the papers in the briefcase without signing them, right? I don't see any pink flamingo. Yeah, flew off real quick.

But anyway, they're so fast. Have a good day. Definitely not going to try for capital punishment. Pierce County charges Yates with aggravated first degree murder, the only crime in Washington at that time that came with capital punishment. Robert Yates's Pierce County trial begins August 12, 2002. It'll end exactly a month later, September 12. Yates is defensible conclude that he did not that he or scurry that he did kill the women

But the crimes did not meet the criteria for aggravated first-degree murder Prosecutors argued that the killings did meet the criteria for capital punishment right two or more victims in a common scheme Also historian his trial here that his necrophilia stuff comes up The defense tries to use it in some kind of pseudo insanity type bullshit defense. You know, he didn't want to kill anyone. He just really needed to fuck someone who had just died. And the murders would just kind of happen as a means to that end. It wasn't a good defense. And it didn't work. September 19th, 2002, Robert Yates found guilty of two counts of aggregate first-degree murder. Jury delivered a lesson two days, found him guilty of three aggravating factors.

He robbed his victims, tried to conceal the crimes, and the murders were part of the comments scheme. September 24th, 2002, the sentencing phase, the trial began, parents, family of the victims, testified for the prosecution, yates his family, testified for the defense, those poor bastards, at that point, just let him fucking rot.

October 3rd, 2002, a jury census robberly yates to death. October 9th, he is a death census confirmed by a judge. And off to death row, he goes, and where would he sit on death row? Washington, St.Penetentiary, and Walla Walla Washington. Back where this all began, full circle. Back where he used to work, how strange. First time we've come across a detail like that in one of these cases.

I wonder if anyone working with him there back in 1975 was still there in 2002, or if any inmate was still there, who had been incarcerated since 1975. I mean, probably not. That's a long time. But maybe, how great if you're in there and then the guard that you fucking hate

gets put in there with you. It's not, buddy. Oh man, get ready for a rough ride in here. I'll see you in the showers. A bunch of us will sadly, the eight will not be put to death on October 12, 2018, Washington state abolishes capital punishment, stating that the law is applied arbitrarily and in a racially biased manner, which it has been obviously historically many times. All death row inmates, including Robert Yatesates have their sentences commuted to life in prison

without the possibility of parole and for Robert, that's a bummer. I hate that his life can still have meaning. I really do. Maybe he's becoming a mentor to younger prisoners now. Maybe he's running some kind of club. Maybe he started a bird watching group. He has made it clear that he's a committed Christian again. He's been vocal about that a few times.

So that's cool. He's asked Jesus for forgiveness and given his heart and soul to Christ. So he gets to go to heaven. How awesome for him. And because some of his victims, some of those women probably did not give their souls to Christ before he shot them in the head unexpectedly, they have to burn in hell forever and ever.

So that's perfect. What a wonderful and wise and benevolent system for salvation, praise God. Have fun in heaven, Bob. I'll say hi to your victims when I'm down burning in hell. It is crazy to me that so many people interpret the Bible in this way. How can anyone actually believe

to perfect omnipotence and loving creator would fucking reward Bobby Yates and punish his victims? Oh yeah, because many of us are not rational at all. That's fun. Fuck you, Bob. If anyone is burning, you are. Let's get out of here. Good job, soldier.

You've made it back. Barely. B4, I share my recap. Long time suck first character, Chicken Joe, former Pimp, resident sex worker expert here at TimeSuck, we'd like to share a few words with you. Baa, ba, play boy, ba, ba, yo, yo, yo, this is Chicken Joe. Baa, ba, ba, why you gonna add so much pain to an already hard job? Girls, give what you can't get at home and exchange with some loving. You give them shocks to the dome.

Killing a girl younger than your own daughters? You a cold blooded killer and a monster of a father. They ain't gonna wonder all day about exactly why you did it. But I know the truth. Killing was just a favor way. You like to hit it. Nothing got your blood moving like blood leaving someone else and that makes killing an easy choice Your man with things only of himself

Playing old selfishness. That's how you become the devil's play thing. You feel me? You hear what I'm saying Yeah, yeah, no, thanks. Thanks to you can joke. That was um, that was very well stated Robert Lee aates what a piece of shit. Why did he do it? Why did he destroy at least 16 lives? Why I think she can do something that pretty well? But, you know, we'll probably never know for sure.

He won't talk about it. Maybe he's afraid if he does, he'll slip up, mention some other people he's killed, end up getting sent overseas, maybe to Germany for some more trials. In addition to all the women he's killed, he also did so much damage to his own family, right? His arrest was financially devastating for Linda and the kids.

Didn't even talk about that. She filed a bankruptcy petition under chapter seven of the bankruptcy code. The petition claimed that her assets only equaled $136,000 against liabilities of $475,000. Part of that money ended up being owed to Christine Smith, the only Yates victim known to have ever survived. The woman who didn't realize she'd been shot a couple of months, she sued him in one. Couples two story house and Spokane South Hill was her biggest asset, but only valued at $113,000. Lyndon the family have lived quiet lives, unsurprisingly since Robert's arrest,

so we don't know exactly what has happened to them. I'm guessing it lost everything. I'm guessing Lyndon had to start over with nothing in her mid to late 40s. Said one source that she and the kids went into hiding with nothing but the clothes on their backs. And all of this was done for what? To fulfill Yates deviant sexual impulses. Once again, fucking amazing. What some people will do just to come how they want to come. Why not try therapy first? There's therapists to deal with this stuff. See if some therapy can get you to a place where you can, I don't know, have an orgasm that doesn't involve,

maybe shooting women in the head. Some people are just fucking dumb selfish animals. I hope Bob dies horribly in prison soon. I hate that he still gets a smile and laugh and feel good about himself or maybe help on a guard or give an advice to a fellow inmate, whatever. Before he was caught, a group of three of my friends actually thought they had met him.

I can't remember exactly when this was sometime in 1998, I think when the Spokane serial killer was in the in the papers a lot. At one point, a sketch was released to what the killer might look like in the Spokane review. Turned out to the wrong guy, but we didn't know that. And my friends at party with a guy who looked like the guy in the sketch at a CD bar, we sometimes went to in the Logan neighborhood called the chef. Now in the location is called the star right in the corner of a mission in Hamilton. We were weirdos love to hang out with weird people, but this guy creeped my creepy friends out.

They said he told them shit and all seriousness like here's good pickup line. Hey, baby, I lick. We all wondered if the I lick dude was the serial killer up until Yates arrest. Turned out he wasn't that obviously, or wasn't, you know, that same creep. Obviously a creep, not the same creep. Oh man, he was actually so much, you know, sneakier than the guy who'd probably hang out with college kids and say something like that. Robert Yates was the stereotype of the serial killer, right? The guy who could be your neighbor.

A guy who, you know, keeps his lawnmower and maybe your kids play with his kids. A guy who seems like such a good family guy. Who at night, just a few miles from his house, is putting bullets in the heads of other family's mother sisters daughters than having sex with their corpses. And maybe watching one of his daughters basketball or volleyball games the next day. Fucking crazy. Bob grew up in the beautiful island town of Oak Harbor, Washington.

His childhood didn't seem to indicate that any of this was coming. Not that it always does. Not that it even often does, but he was the only child of a normal middle class family did well in school, enjoyed the outdoors, played sports, didn't have an abusive family, didn't suffer some severe mental illness,

didn't suffer severe head trauma that fucked up his frontal lobe. But for some reason, he wanted to kill, turned him on and the field sexually fulfilled. He caused an unfathomable amount of pain for his victims and his families, people who had done nothing to him. He left his wife and five kids, you know, to live with a stigma and shame that comes with being related to a serial killer. And he still lives in brief today at the age of 69 in Walla, Walla, Washington. Right. Again, back where all this bullshit began. Let's recap this monster.

Also learn something new. And today's top five takeaways. Time, suck, top five takeaways. Number one, Robert Yates escaped the police's notice a few times. Largely due to him seeming to be such a perfectly average family guy. White, medium, billed, brown hair, normal face, quiet, always blending in. Never failing at anything, never really exceeding

beyond his peers either. Co-workers liked him. Wasn't the best at his job, but didn't suck either. His fellow army members respected him. Sex workers liked and trusted him. And he used that trust to kill many of them. Number two, despite a perfectly normal childhood, Yates did have a weird tragedy in his family history. 1945, his grandmother struck her husband four times in the head with an axe.

After becoming fed up with her marriage and his cheating, he died from his wounds. She spent seven years in a mental institution. No word on what happened to her after those seven years. Maybe she became a logger. Number three, critical mistake. May have allowed Bobby Yates to get away with murder long enough to claim several more victims. He was pulled over in September 1997 for failing to signal a lane change. An officer noted this car, matched the description of suspicious vehicles in the Jennifer Joseph case.

Unfortunately, this officer wrote that he pulled over a white Camaro, not a Corvette. If you've written down the correct car, Yates might have been arrested much sooner. Number four, victim Melody Murphy missing from May 1998 to October 2000. As part of his plea deal, Yates agrees to reveal her location and it's his yard. He had buried her right beneath his bedroom window

in his little garden. His wife and he just slept a few feet away from a dead body for around two years. His children probably played directly above her shallow grave. Also forgot to mention, he dug her shallow grave and buried her while his wife was sleeping in that bedroom, just a few feet away. Number five, new info.

Amber and Melissa Yates, daughter's a Robert Yates, participated in the show Monster in My Family. A show hosted by Melissa Mord, daughter of previous SUCK subject, the Happy Face Killer. Her goal is to help families of serial killers connect with families victims or victims' family and talk about their experiences. Yates' daughters spoke to Kathy Lloyd, Sean McClellan's sister. All the women hugged upon meeting each other, Kathy showed them pictures of Sean and described what it was like waiting for her on Christmas day

So sad she read them the last letter Sean had ever sent her Dear Kathy, I'm sorry you're receiving this late. I'm still using heroin daily Processing to pay for it, but the good news is a week from this coming Monday I stopped the heroin and go on methadone. God. I'm so happy Kathy this nightmare is almost over I miss you all so very much. It hurts me to think of you all. I spend all this time alone wishing for better days. God it looks like they are near.

Please update my brothers and mother and tell them about my life. Tell them all. I love them and I'm still alive. God bless you all. I love you, Sean. O.K. Opiaz. All three women ended the documentary with final statements.

Michelle said, I knew some of the other women were trying to better their lives and I felt like he just totally screwed it up. Well, yeah, they were trying to better themselves. They were trying to get out of what they were doing, just right when that was happening, he had to kill them. Kathy said, I want to take everybody's pain away. It'll never end. We're all victims.

And Amber said, my dad definitely knew the difference between right and wrong. He told me one day when I was a teenager. Deep down, even though people say they don't know the difference between right and wrong Deep down inside they do know what they're doing is wrong and he was almost in tears when he said that to me He knew what he was doing Man, what a crazy hornet snest the inside of that guy's fucking head must be Let's get away from it. Let's get out of here. Time, suck, top five takeaways. Robert Yates, serial killing family guy has been sucked. I am glad I finally know a lot of the details about the first, well only serial killer that I know of, that was active, you know, very,

very near me in any point in my life. Yeah. Thanks to the Bad Magic Productions team, thanks to Queen of Bad Magic, Lindsey Cummins, thanks to the Reverend Dr. Joe Paisley for production, thanks to Biddelixer for upkeep on the Time Suck app, Logan Art Warlock Keith, Crate Merch, BadMagicMurts.com, and if you're running the social with Lizzy and Chantras Hernandez. Thanks to Olivia Lee for leading the initial research on this one. It was a little tricky, not a lot of journalism done on, oh, Bobby Yates. Maybe just because he didn't talk enough, I don't know, maybe because some of the aspects of his crime just weren't weird enough. Maybe I don't know, the location I'm supposed toane wasn't tittleated enough for this to get more, I'm not gonna say recognition, none of these guys should probably

be that recognized, but just odd. They didn't get the coverage, a lot of killers have gotten. Thanks to the all-seeing eyes moderating the cold to the curious private Facebook page and the beef steak and his mod squad running discord. Next week, we're gonna dive right back into a crime, but the different kind of case, very strange case, the Amish killer, Ed Gingrich, the spacers, or to have voted him in,

kind of taking a look in the world of the Amish. Did you know that it took until 1994 for an Amish person to be convicted of murder? While we don't know how many Amish people have committed murder, you know, it would be the murder of Katie Gingrich, buyer husband Ed, that would claim the title of the first Amish murder and earn Ed, that would claim the title of the first Amish murder and earn Ed the moniker of the Amish killer.

On the night of March 18th, 1993, Ed Gingrich, who had been suffering from paranoid schizophrenia, would stop taking his medication, walked into his kitchen, knocked out his wife, Katie, who was preparing to go out to a wedding, and then while two or three young kids looked on, well, she got really, really, really brutal. The entire time, he was murdering, he was ranting and raving about Satan, God, and salvation.

How did this happen? How did the community know for being some of the most peaceful people on Earth, at least ideologically, give birth to this monster's crime? How did Ed's insanity progress without getting him the treatment he needed? And can you cure paranoid schizophrenia with toe pulling?

And black strap molasses? The answer is no to the last question. Obviously, but for Ed Gingrich, wouldn't stop him from trying. Seriously, all of this insanity and more next week on Time Suck. And now let's head on over to this week's Time Sucker updates. First update, a very kind response to Sarah from Texas is the update. Sarah from Texas, sorry, for a very kind response to Sarah from Texas is update. Red and the railing is

suck. Kick ass sack, Vince reminder that there are great people in the world writes hey bad magic I just wanted to write in about a user submission you had in last week's episode namely Sarah in Texas I don't know if you could pass the message to her But I would like to extend my condolences and support her as you know her way I didn't know the best way to go about this though I understand what it is like to lose a parent to suicide my mom mom killed herself while I was in Marine Boot Camp in January of 2012. I tried counting, but I ended up getting stuck inside my own head later, which ended with my separation for the military. Since then, I've been able to keep a job for around seven years, get married,

and have more good days in bed. To Sarah, Hey neighbor, this is Vince from New Mexico, you are not alone. Sometimes you're changing your scenery can do wonders for you And always helps to have a good support system too Don't trust yourself on the bad days always try to get outside yourself and lean on the people who truly care about you When you're feeling down schedule something fun in the near future doesn't have to be much just easy enough to achieve This will help you have some positive anticipation in your life if you need someone outside outside your day to day to talk to, I can offer friendship and positive conversation. Thank you, bad magic for everything you do. And a special thanks to Jesse Kali on Discord for instructed me on the right way to reach out. I didn't care either way if you read this on the show, or I don't

care either way. You can use whatever information you want on air, first name, last name, email address. Also, my Discord handle is, Coup in a cage, if that makes it easier. If you do read this on the show, anyone who may need someone to talk to them all ears, I'm not a medical professional, but I can listen. Thank you, Vince.

Well, thank you, Vince. I hope Sarah hits you up. Sarah Vince's email is Vincent VINCNT. Navarette is actually dot-dava-retts. So Vincent dot-nava-r-r-e-t-t-e at gmail.com. Vincent dot-nava-rett at gmail.com. Full name Vincent Navarette. N-A-V-A-R-R-R-E, T-T-E. And offer friendship and positive conversation. It's a beautiful officer. A beautiful offer.

Jesus Christ, Vincent, I can't talk. You know that. So glad to hear you're doing a lot better than you used to be. We have some wonderful meat sacks in this community of ours. Very lucky. It's awesome. And now let's answer another update. From Suck 246, the Trail of Tears, Mystery Meat Sack, Mary Finley writes back, hello Reverend Suck Nasty

and the esteemed members of the bad magic team. I was enjoying learning about the true history of the Trail of Tears and picture my own adventures on a swamp horse when I heard an update concerning a plea for romance. I am the lady hiker, a.k.a. girl of his dreams that met Jonathan with the hiking group. While he is a wonderful human,

I never called because we live in different states and have quite the age gap. Whatever consolation it may be, we are Facebook friends now. But man am I glad I can convert another time suckers slash spaces. Please read this on air so that if we join another hike together, it is super awkward. Fuck you, fuck your family, keep on sucking. Oh, sorry, shout this like a whip will add in. Fuck you, fuck your family, keep on sucking. Mary, please, shout this like a whipple at it. And fuck you, fuck your family.

Keep on sucking. Mary, please don't share my last name. I like the instructions, Mary. I do. Mary and Jonathan, our friends now, that's awesome. For Mary. Not sure Jonathan loves being in the friend zone, but I think better than no zone, I hope.

I hope you two would do enjoy a hike together. Keep an eye out for shrubs, lets. Male and female if you do, and for creeps like yades hiding in the fucking bushes with their shirts off. Thanks for updating us, Mary, and hail Lucifino. Real quick update now. The last week's suck on Dr. Death, Jackavorkin. From Super Sucker, Thomas Chastain, who writes,

you mentioned Steve Gleason on the latest podcast, but you didn't mention the amazing documentary he did. It's available on Amazon Amazon Prime strongly recommended Yeah, thank you Thomas others also wrote in about this and the doc is called just simply Gleason GLEA SON has nearly 5,000 ratings on Amazon Prime, which is a lot for that platform and a 4.8 of five star rating Which is very very good The description reads at the age of 34 Steve Gason, former NFL defensive back and New Orleans hero was diagnosed with ALS. Doctors gave him two to five years to live, so that is what Steve chose to do.

Live. This film incorporates personal video journals from Gleason, from his then or four, his then unborn son, to footage of his adventures undertaken as part of his mission to live his life to the fullest. So hail, Nimrod. Thanks for getting me to promote that documentary Thomas and one more now update to the new Mexico prison right suck few weeks back. Long time awesome sack Jackie B rights. Hello suck master supreme lover of all things weird and king of peepee creepers.

I just wanted to write it about my own experience with the American prison system in response to the recent suck on the New Mexico prison riot. I know I'm a bit late, but wanted to share anyways. I don't apologize for the long email, buckle up and let's get into it. When I was only 14, my mom was arrested in front of me

for heroin possession. That night, my mom, who was deep in her addiction, had taken me to the doctor for a physical and for a physical, and then to Derekwing. I accidentally spilled a drink, so we pulled over to gas station and we were cleaning up the mess when suddenly I heard, but your hands up and back up towards my voice. I turned behind me saw a huge cop with the gun in my face. Look over to see my mom in the same situation. Someone my mom had scorned, had seen us and called the cops saying we were distributing drugs from our car. This was the response., guns in the face of two small

women myself being a hundred pound 14 year old girl. My mom was arrested and what ensued afterwards was two and a half years of insanity. We found out my mom was pregnant while she was in prison and this gave her a little bit of an easier time for the first nine months. She was allowed to eat more than the others and was allowed more access to the infirmary, but only the discretion of whatever guard was there that day. So if the guard didn't think it was worth seeing a doctor, my mom was refused health care. This entire time we were visiting my mom, waiting for her to be sentenced. She was facing 17 years for heroin, less than a gram of heroin. If that sentence had gone through, she would

have gotten out when I was 31. Fast forward a bit, my mom goes into labor. She's taken to the hospital after about three hours of telling a grumpy guard that she really was in labor and not faking it. She was in handcuffed to a bed, not allowed privacy. The nurses and doctors spoke to the guards about what was going on instead of directly to my mom, often treating her like she was just an animal, giving birth and nothing more. When my little brother was born, my mom was not allowed to hold him for more than five minutes, was not allowed to be alone with him at all. She is a non-violent offender. She hasn't even allowed to hold her own baby without some guard standing there. When we got there, we were told we were not allowed to see my mom at all, and that we wouldn't

get to hold the baby until we were clear to take him. My first time meeting my little brother was through a pain of glass. We finally got my little brother, took him home. We continued to visit my mom in the meantime, and I didn't mention this earlier, but you as the family of an inmate are treated like garbage. I was 14, I was told I wasn't allowed to bring in a drawing I'd made for my mom to show her through a pain of dirty, plexiglass. At this point, I've not hugged my mom in over a year, I was only allowed to see her through the glass, and that was it. When we started to bring my little brother, we were treated even worse, being told we were endangering him by bringing him to a place like that. But what choice did we have? It wasn't

the safest place for any of us. Oftentimes it was really scary, but there were no other options. One and a half years in, we go to visit my mom, find out she's been transferred. We were never even told she was even on the transferred list. Now she's gone and they couldn't tell us where she was going. A month later, we find out she's transferred four hours away. The only good thing that came from this was that for two months of her being there, we were finally allowed to visit and we got physical visits. This was the first time I'd hugged my mom in 20 months. First time she got to hold my brother since he was born. I can't describe what that felt like. My first time when I hugged my mom after so long was that I had forgotten how she smelled. I don't

think I've ever cried so hard. Can you imagine? Not hugging your mom or not hugging your child for almost two years, not touching their hand or smelling their hair. When she was released two years later, she was given men's clothing and no undergarments to leave in, but she didn't care. She was finally free. We went, picked her up, something I wasn't sure

I would get to do before I turned 20. I write all this to say that the system is bullshit. Even now, my mom and I get backlash from people who find out that she served time. Not only is the inmate treated badly, but so is their family. Like being related to someone who made a mistake makes you a piece of shit too. Thank you, Suckmaster, for covering the American prison system, not sugar-coating, the absolute garbage that passes every day. Looking at the true facts is the only way to fix this. I appreciate you so, so much, you and Bad Magic have got me through my undergraduate degree.

The beginning of my PhD program, lots of really hard times, loss and a list of other things. I won't get into here. This community means the world to me and I don't know where I'd be without it. Your loyal time sucking creepy dummy, Jackie B. Jackie B. Sorry, you had to go through all that bullshit. I mean, what a bunch of nonsense for a nonviolent drug using offense. A drug that big pharma got most of the people fucking hooked on legally, right? Powerfully. And then the people who do that, yeah, they pay huge fines, but they're still rich. They're still fine. They're not in jail.

I am convinced that the drug laws in this country are absolute fucking bullshit, passed by the country club, uh, clout crowd, to punish the poor and the marginalized, right? Laws passed by the entitled to punish those born with nothing but disadvantages in too many cases. Once again, fuck Nixon, fuck Reagan. How many people already struggling to have been kicked when they're down by abusive sentencing laws for nonviolent offenders? The fucking self-righteous mother fuckers that pass this shit. Not condoning parental heroin addiction,

but clearly your mom needed treatment more than incarceration. Hoper life has been full of light and opiate free, sensor release, and fuck per due farm again. Man, those people should be fucking executed. Stay away from those opiates, meat sacks. Get treatment if you need it. And if you can't stop using, you need it.

You need treatment. Don't end up in prison. Keep on studying, Jackie B. Keep getting smarter. Help change this world for the good. Fight for, fight for, you know, what's right. Hail Nimrod and keep on sucking everyone. Thanks, time suckers! I need a next!

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