trying 442.try.002002 Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire

After living four years in the controlled regimen of juvenile jail, Ricky Davis had difficulty functioning as a free adult.

He worked a series of short-term jobs — as a Shoney's restaurant cook, a construction worker, and at a car wash, gas station, truck stop and manufacturing plant, according to the Kansas City newspaper.

Something always went wrong: He didn't like working nights; his boss was abusive; the commute was too much.

Davis, never long on motivation, turned to the quick and dirty money that crime can provide. But he was a failure at that, too.

He was caught a number of times by authorities in several northwest Missouri counties. A file full of cases was combined into a single prosecution, and in February 1984, Davis was convicted of burglary, theft and receiving stolen property.

Not yet 22 years old, he was sentenced to three years in prison.

In trying to stave off hard time, Davis had snitched on a pal. As a result, he was a marked man behind bars and served his time in protective confinement, segregated for his own safety from the prison population.

He was paroled in April 1986, after 26 months. But freedom was fleeting.

It isn't clear whether Davis had had violent episodes earlier in life. Records of the specific offenses that led to juvenile custody are not public.

But in October 1987, Davis was accused of raping and sodomizing a woman at knifepoint at the home of his mother near Lexington, Mo., in Lafayette County 45 minutes east of Kansas City.

Davis first denied the allegation then later claimed he had had consensual sex with the woman. Eventually, though, he pleaded guilty and was sentenced to prison, where he celebrated every consecutive birthday from ages 24 to 40.

Deuterium 339.deu.003 Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire

Deuterium is in some ways the opposite of helium-4 in that while helium-4 is very stable and very difficult to destroy, deuterium is only marginally stable and easy to destroy. Because helium-4 is very stable, there is a strong tendency on the part of two deuterium nuclei to combine to form helium-4. The only reason BBN does not convert all of the deuterium in the universe to helium-4 is that the expansion of the universe cooled the universe and cut this conversion short before it could be completed. One consequence of this is that unlike helium-4, the amount of deuterium is very sensitive to initial conditions. The denser the universe is, the more deuterium gets converted to helium-4 before time runs out, and the less deuterium remains.

patrolman 339.pat.003 Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire

Early in the morning of 27 Dec 80 (approximately 0300L) two USAF security police patrolmen saw unusual lights outside the back gate at RAF Woodbridge. Thinking an aircraft might have crashed or been forced down, they called for permission to go outside the gate to investigate. The on-duty flight chief responded and allowed three patrolmen to proceed on foot. The individuals reported seeing a strange glowing object in the forest. The object was described as being metallic in appearance and triangular in shape, approximately two to three meters across the base and approximately two meters high. It illuminated the entire forest with a white light. The object itself had a pulsing red light on top and a bank(s) of blue lights underneath. The object was hovering or on legs. As the patrolmen approached the object, it maneuvered through the trees and disappeared. At this time the animals on a nearby farm went into a frenzy. The object was briefly sighted approximately an hour later near the back gate.

sleepwalker 33.sle.002 Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire

Sometimes when I look back over my early life, I wonder how I missed them: gaps of time as long as nine hours, bumps and bruises, odd dreams and ideas. All of them idly wondered about, but never considered for any length of time. They never struck me as abnormal, since they had been going on from my earliest memories. This was simply just how life was and I learned to adapt to it.

As a young child, I knew there were “monsters” that visited my room at night. I didn’t like them and I developed a fear of the dark. When I would try to tell my parents about the “monsters,” they would ridicule me and tell everyone what an “overactive imagination” I had. Embarrassed, I learned not to talk about the events that were happening to me. Around the age of 10, the fear of the dark grew to the point where I begged for a nightlight. Even with it on, I would lie awake terrified that someone was in my room. Eventually, I very carefully began asking classmates about their own nights, expecting to hear similar stories. I found that most slept peacefully, which surprised me. I don’t think I realized until that point that some people just don’t have these odd occurrences in their lives.

It was during this time that my mother decided I was a sleepwalker, even though no one had ever observed me actually sleepwalking. She would wake in the night and find me in odd places, such as downstairs or in the cellar. Since she was an extremely light sleeper, she could not understand how I could pass in front of her room without waking her. At first, I was always in trouble for this kind of behavior because she felt I was being “sneaky”. The sleepwalker “diagnosis” was a relief in a way, because it excused some of the behavior I had been punished for in the past. However, it was not something that she relied on consistently and she would continue to punish me on and off until I was in my late teens.

At the age of 12, I woke up in the front yard with the doors to the house locked up tight. I can remember the feeling of hopelessness as I realized I had no explanation for my situation and that this would be a major transgression in my parent’s eyes. I sat for at least a half an hour against the tree in the yard crying and not having any idea of what I should do. Finally, I had to ring the doorbell and face the consequences. Needless to say, my father was shocked to see me when he answered the door and never quite accepted my story of sleepwalking. As I recall, I was grounded for weeks, amongst other things. Still, I didn’t wonder or think too much about these incidents. They happened time and again, and in very many ways, it was just a part of life. I can’t think of any period of time when events like this did not happen to me. Why question something that has been going on your entire life?

circumstantial 33.cir.002 Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire

Mary Beth was in prison. She told the police that she knew Albright and she didn't much care for the memory. On December 13, the same night on which Mary Lou Pratt had been killed, Mary Beth had been standing outside a motel. Suddenly a man had grabbed her and put a knife to her throat, forcing her into a car and slapping her in the face. She'd tried to struggle, but had been unable to fight him. She remembered that he had driven her out to a field and thrown her onto a blanket there. He kept hitting her and punching her.

Then, she said, he'd opened a case and she'd seen that it held a collection of metal cylinders with sharp pointed blades attached to them. He'd reached for one and used it to cut open her blouse. He then discarded the blade and got another one to make another cut. At that point, she had passed out from fear, and when she came to, he was gone.

With this story, investigators believed they could find more, so they set about interviewing other prostitutes in the area. Tina, who had beautiful eyes, also had a story to tell. She said that she'd once dated Albright. For the most part, he'd been polite and good to her until the last time they'd gone out. They'd been in his truck and he'd treated her quite a bit rougher than usual. She'd run from him then, and had seen him again on the night that Shirley had died. Albright had driven by them, and Tina had gotten into another car, so she did not actually witness Albright pick Shirley up, but when she got back, Shirley was gone. She showed the police the field where Albright had often taken her, and a search turned up an old blue blanket, some condoms, and a crumpled yellow raincoat like the one that Shirley had been wearing the night she'd disappeared. It had blood on it. That was a significant find.

This was just more circumstantial evidence, to be sure, but the more the better. Especially when it was this specific. How many people wore these yellow slickers?

In addition, Willie Upshaw, to whom Albright had written a number of checks, and who was serving time for the illegal possession of a firearm, said that Albright had another .44-caliber weapon that the police had not found. They discovered that he'd purchased it in his father's name. Unless they found the weapon, they could prove nothing, but its absence was suggestive. Upshaw had also been with Albright on the day in March when his car had broken down, and it was his contention that Albright did have a car the night Shirley was killed. (In addition, the police search had turned up several stolen cars, so Albright could easily have used one of those.)

There was a sufficient amount of information and evidence to move forward toward a grand jury hearing.

challenged 6.cha.001 Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire

orll then took Rhonda and Tim into one of the bedrooms where he had a long "torture" board. Rhonda's and Tim's hands were handcuffed to the board and their feet were tied with rope. Henley had convinced Corll to remove the tape from their mouths.

"Cut off her clothes!" Corll told him and gave him the large knife.

Henley whispered in Rhonda's ear his promise that he would not let anything happen to her. She asked him not to cut off the shirt she was wearing because it belonged to a friend, so he cut off her pants, whispering an apology as he did so.

Corll tried to rape Tim, but the young man fought him as best he could. Henley got up to go to the bathroom and when he returned, he picked up the gun that Corll had left on the nightstand.

Corll's face was flushed with rage when he saw the gun pointed at him. "Kill me, Wayne," he challenged. "Kill me!" Henley backed away as Corll charged at him. "You won't do it!" Corll sneered at the terrified teenager.

island 33.isl.001 Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire

Hadden Clark's mental state deteriorated over the next five years although his appearance and his behavior weren't bad enough to get him committed to an institution. He eschewed rented rooms and began living under the cap of his pickup truck, often setting up camp in woods just off an interstate highway. His days as a chef were over. Nobody would hire him. He worked odd jobs as a minimum wage gardener sent out by homeless groups and at night he would toil at fast food shops. Hadden had plenty of money. Living alone in the woods cost nothing. By 1990 he had saved nearly $40,000.

During those years there were plenty of warnings. The legal system that had focused on Carl Dorr and not Hadden Clark continued to look the other way.

In September of 1988, Hadden Clark visited his mother, who was now living in Rhode Island. During his stay he began stealing items from her house. Flavia caught him and screamed in anger.

"What are you doing, stealing from me?" she yelled.

Hadden knocked his mother down and began kicking her. Then he jumped into his truck and tried to run her over. She jumped aside just in time. The next day she charged her son with assault and battery. Hadden got a year's probation.