I WILL SHOW YOU FEAR IN A HANDFUL OF DUST

(White Rabbit by Grace Slick)

When I was in Third Grade I cut through the woods on the way to school early mornings. Every then and now I would run into an effete kid that was about a year or two older than me. One forlorn winter morning we came upon an older boy snugged in one of those “snorkel” heavy coats where the hood swallows up your head. He was lying on a trail. His eyes wide open … staring in our direction.  Pale blue eyes. Not one blink. A frozen stare.  He looked past us. A few hours into the past. He gazed at whatever it was that took him.  It was still there etched on his face but somewhere behind us. 

I bolted toward the school without looking back. 

The nerdy kid stayed behind for a closer look. He was the one who told the teachers. 

The two toughest meanest male teachers silently walked back out of the woods with grim ashen faces. They didn’t see the Reaper etched on a face. They saw a dead boy.  That was enough.

And we never found out why the teenage boy – David Marx – died. (No relation to any of the Marx Brothers comedy team or Karl Marx the founder of Communism) 

I asked this tall nerdy kid who was probably 10 at the time – who I can see and hear to this day but who’s name I forgot – I asked: “Weren’t you afraid.” He laughed an arrogant small laugh through one side of his mouth … and said, “There was nothing to be afraid of. He was dead.”

And the nerds inherited the earth. Look at Mark Zuckerberg and Elon Musk, etc.

That afternoon when I got home from school my sweet doting now cremated mother asked me, “How was school today Raymond.” I did not exaggerate in the slightest when I said, “Scary mommy.” Of course life only got more chilling.

***

A girl named Tina Foglia was last seen alive on February 1, 1982. That was over 41 years ago. I know from personal experience what the passage of 41 years means. Tina and I were 19 back then – I was actually a month shy of it.  In 1982 that meant that Tina and I were old enough to go to bars and nightclubs and drink alcohol.  The twenty-one “drinking age” came to New York in 1984. 

In 1982 Tina loved live rock music. That’s a good thing. That proved to be Tina’s undoing. In 1982 I didn’t run from anything except success and happiness. I have run to my death.

I grew old and feeble. Tina is dead and forever young, full of the potential that leaked and ebbed from me like a clenched fist full of sand … I watched it go.

Tina was last seen alive at a music club called Hammerheads in West Islip, Suffolk County, Long Island, New York. She was last seen there at about 3:00 a.m. I knew the place.

In 1982 Hammerheads was trendy. It had Long Island’s top cover bands playing popular hard rock songs. Twisted Sister got their start there and hit the big time for a cup of coffee. “I wanna rock …” screamed their legitimate hit song (that’s what the teenage boy tells his overbearing father in the MTV music video too) Hammerheads had some already well-known artists too like one hit wonder Rick Derringer with their world famous: “Rock and Roll, Hoochie Koo” 

Skeeters started buzzin' 'bout this time a-year
I'm goin' 'round back, said she'd meet me there
We were rollin' in the grass grows behind the barn
When my ears started ringin' like a fire alarm

A lyrically deep song I am sure.

Perhaps more fitting was the fact that Blue Oyster Cult played Hammerheads. That’s the band who had a hit in a song about “Godzilla.” But their best song is “Don’t Fear the Reaper:”

Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on

… Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

… Come on, baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper)

I was told that the song was about a terminally ill young woman. “She had become like they are” the song desolately sang – the “they” are people like “Romeo and Juliet … together in eternity” … people that died.

Tina became “like they are” in February 1982.

On Thursday, July 14, 1983 – a little over 18 months after Tina Foglia left Hammerheads for the last time Hammerheads had its last concert. It was Rick Derringer while on his “Good Dirty Fun Tour.” Here was the band’s lineup that night: Rick Derringer- Lead Guitar & vocals; Alan Merrill- Guitars; Donnie Kisselbach- Bass; Benjy King- Keyboards, backing vocals; Jimmy …

Who really cares. I have no time for inconsequence. I have no time at all.

February 1, 1982, the day Tina became “like they are,” was a Monday. It shows how much Tina really loved rock music that she was last seen at 3:00 a.m. 

Tina was also known to “hitchhike” to get from place to place. It was also called “thumbing a ride.” Back in the 60s and 70s it was a popular way for people without cars to get somewhere. A person would walk backwards down the side of a roadway – usually a highway – and stick out their thumb. That was a signal for a good Samaritan – usually – and very rarely a psycho … to pick up the backward walking hitcher and give the hitcher a ride as far as the driver was going on the route that took the hitcher to his or her destination. 

This could be dangerous. But almost 100% of the time it turned out okay. In the rare cases where someone was raped and murdered the victims were mostly young women. Except in California where the Freeway Strangler loved to sodomize and kill young men – at least 35 of them – after he tortured them. He just dumped them on the side of the road too. How uniquely American 

Nevertheless it was exceedingly rare that someone got hurt from hitching a ride. Very rare. Almost an urban legend or a bad movie starring Rutger Hauer.  (In the movie The Hitcher Hauer of Blade Runner fame played a sadistic hitchhiker that slaughtered the people that gave him rides)

Nevertheless Tina’s sister Amy was horrified that Tina hitched rides and she begged her to stop. 

Nowadays if you get into the wrong car by accident you’re brutally murdered (this happened to a distant relative of mine that thought she was getting into the Uber she just ordered) If you pull into the wrong driveway you’re shot dead. No one thumbs rides anymore. Everyone is afraid of getting raped, sodomized and chopped up. Imagine that.

Tina trusted that the world was a good place with only good Samaritans and no psychos. She was a home health aide. Taking care of the sick and old. And then on Monday February 1, 1982 Tina met a psycho. How? We don’t know.

They found Tina on February 3, 1982. A cold rainy morning. Three bags were found on the shoulder of the northbound Sagtikos Parkway. They were meant to be found. The bags contained the body parts of 19-year-old Tina Foglia. Dismembered arms, legs, head and a torso I would imagine. The public was never told how poor Tina was segmented. Police figure only the killer would know that. If he ever decided to confess they want to make sure he’s not lying and simply spouting facts he saw in the newspapers. The bags also had male DNA on them which had to be semen. This is nasty business.

The location where the bags were found is close to the intersection of two of Long Island’s “Parkways” – highways that feed drivers to State Parks, beaches, and work and just about everywhere else on Long Island. The place where the westbound Southern State Parkway feeds into the northbound Sagtikos in Bay Shore, Suffolk County, New York. Lots of cars streak by there. Sometimes they’re stuck in traffic. Thousands per week.  I was there last night. No ghosts.

Tina was found by State Department of Transportation workers that suspected a body because of the shape of the bags. When a worker got closer he saw shocks of beautiful hair that belonged to a severed head. He just had to investigate further: “And how was your day sweety,” said the worker’s wife. “Positively ghastly,” he responded without a smidgen of hyperbole.

You have to think that even by the young age of 19 so much went into Tina. I’ve seen pictures of her and her family when she was growing up. So much hope, so much work, so much blood, sweat and tears; so much invested – by Tina and those who raised her. People changed her diapers; fed her; clothed her; taught her to read; took care of her when she was sick; played music for her; taught her reading, writing and arithmetic; gave her gifts; hugged her and loved her; and so on. And that’s how it all ended. Raped. Dismembered. Put in semen stained garbage bags and dumped along the side of the road. It makes you believe in nothing. I believe my life is just steps in a dream … I really died a long time ago … I’m just waiting for eternity to start.

In 2017 State Police shared additional information more than three decades after Tina’s murder. They hoped her case would be part of DNA familial searching, a special test just approved for use in New York State.

Familial searching is the matching of Y chromosomes that are common among brothers, fathers, uncles and sons. There has been no hit on a national database for the male DNA retrieved in Tina’s case. Familial searching could lead investigators closer to the unknown killer.

I hope that the killer had children or brothers who may have had sons and they all got arrested.

Here’s most likely how it would work. Persons that are convicted of certain crimes in New York State are required to give a DNA sample and have it entered in a national database, called CODIS. If a criminal in the system is related to Tina’s unknown killer, investigators will get a hit – “partial match” – on the database. It caught Manorville, Suffolk County serial killer John Bittrolff. The Suffolk County Police Department did extraordinarily little in catching “White Trash” Bittrolff. His wife beating brother’s DNA caught him.

The State Police also released a picture of a diamond ring that belongs to Tina’s sister, Amy Foglia Gagliardi. Born Italian and married Italian I guess. Amy moved to Virginia four decades ago. I don’t blame her. But I think there are less Italians there. Maybe that played into her decision.

Both Amy and Tina had received identical diamond rings from their father. An Italian father would do that. Tina never took it off. An Italian daughter would do that. When Tina’s dismembered body was found, the ring was missing.  But she was not killed for the ring. Investigators believe Tina’s murder to be a sexual assault and a subsequent homicide to cover up the crime. Part of why I say the DNA is semen. (It was also clearly identified as “male DNA”) 

The investigators are wrong.

The homicide didn’t cover up the sexual assault. It was part of the sexual assault. It heightened the freak’s climax and arousal. The stolen ring is a memento of the sex killing that the killer kept to remind him. Find the ring and you find the jack off killer probably jerking off if he is still able.

Police interviewed Tina’s ex-boyfriend, who was living in the south, and other men she knew in the months and years after Tina’s death. They even interviewed some band members from various bands that played at Hammerheads, including bands that were playing on February 1, 1982. Those who were asked voluntarily gave swabs that were tested for DNA. They didn’t hurt Tina.

Aside from Hammerheads, Tina liked to go to clubs in the towns of Islip and Babylon.

There is Internet/social media gossip and speculation about Tina’s new doctor boyfriend at the time she was murdered. Perhaps he killed her goes the speculation. After all doctors like to dismember bodies. But that’s the entirety of the evidence behind that. The “evil doctor” theory.

The place where Tina’s body was found is close to the Robert Moses Causeway, which leads to Ocean Parkway and Gilgo as well as Oak Beach. These are the important locations on the Long Island Serial Killer (“LISK”) Tour. Channel 11 News asked a Senior Investigator from the State Police if Tina could have been an early victim LISK who dismembered some of his victims.

“There’s always the chance. It’s not something we would rule out,” the investigator said. But he added that it wasn’t “something they were actively pursuing.” He’s right.

I don’t know who killed Tina Foglia except that whoever it was had done it before. It would have been nice if they got him because he did it again and he did it again … and again. Just another Long Island Serial Killer but who knows if it was the LISK. Is LISK even the worst. There are so many bodies on Long Island just laying around we don’t know.

I am applying Occam’s Razor to Tina’s case because I cannot fit it into the LISK case right now. Given the circumstances of Tina’s death let me explain the phrase “Occam’s Razor.” It’s not about gore. It’s about dismembering someone or something from a study when trying to understand a larger phenomenon. Occam’s Razor is applied to so called outliers. Persons, events or things that are so outside the pattern, even if you could understand them it would not help solve the bigger puzzle. So why bother.

Of all of the dead girls I had the most in common with Tina. I was her age when she was killed. But away at school. If I had known her we would have been friends and I would have driven her places. She wouldn’t have had to hitch so many rides. I loved live Rock music. I played guitar and sang and wrote all the songs for the band I was in. The “Politics” was our name. We played live every week. We sounded bad live. I sang off key “horribly,” I was told. “Like a baboon in heat.” I had no idea what “key” even meant. It was Rock n Roll. We made great demos but when the record execs came to see us they were sickened by how they wasted their night. I know the feeling. But maybe Tina would have been in the audience one night and clapped anyway.

Now I am old. I have “become like they are.” I wait in the misty blinking purgatory next to the river … somewhere between the living and the departed. I wait for the Ferryman to say, “Next.” And I will say, “Take me to the other side.” I wasted my life. Tina should have had my time. Puellae mortuae ad me veniunt ut cotidie tardius moriar. 

Here is a picture of Tina. I think she’s showing off her I.D. and the fact that she was old enough to go rock clubbing. Or maybe a VIP card to a Rock n Roll club. Or maybe that’s how she hitchhiked. She was bold and happy till he came.

Till we maybe meet somewhere Tina:

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die

There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.

(Neil Young)(Tina Knows this song)(Neil can’t sing either)

***

If you say LISK is one killer it’s fighting words in Suffolk County. The Suffolk County Police and former DA Spota want to lay the blame on Suffolk’s Citizens by postulating: “There are multiple killers at work here … How we supposed to figure it out.” 

The notion that it has been one killer for decades that has outsmarted them – or showed they didn’t care – that makes Suffolk’s over bloated cops terribly angry.

I was going to show you that from the woman called “Fire Island Jane Doe” in 1996 it has been one killer. To me it was so obvious. But just to sex it up I was going to call it “The Unified Mind Theory.” No matter how the victim was killed and disposed of – dismemberment, strangulation, burlap, staged, hidden, woman, man, transexual, etc. – there was always one mind at work. 

The overriding purpose of this mind was to hide the identity of the victim even as he taunted the public with graphic displays of dismembered torsos dumped out in the open. 

LISK hid the identity of his later victims while taunting their families and friends on cell phones. Just another way of dumping torsos. They knew their daughter, sister or friend was missing. Then a calm man called. The man serenely told them how he tortured the poor girl.  They hoped that she was still alive, but feared that she was still alive. She was dead.  No one did much about it.   

We sent men to the moon over five decades ago but we can’t catch a killer that is calling and telling you he’s killed your daughter or sister who is missing. We cannot catch the killer who is purposely leaving torsos out in the open for all to see. NASA has smart people. Suffolk County and Nassau County do not.

But then they caught the killer. And now it appears my old enemy Spota was probably correct. LISK is more than one killer. What they caught, although monumental was less than half of LISK. Four victims out of twelve. Maybe four out of ten. Maybe four out of dozens more. Do we know? No we definitely do not. 

On the very morning – July 17, 2023 – before the evening that they arrested a percentage of LISK another body was found in the woods next to the ramp from the Southern Parkway to the Robert Moses Causeway. A motorist on his way to work spotted it from the road. He pulled over. Stopped. Got out of his car. And walked into the edge of the woods were he came face to face with a wet skeleton – a skeleton with some ooze left on it. 

The Causeway leads to the Ocean Parkway body dumping ground and Fire Island. I was there with the State Police and tons of media. Each anxious, uptight, heavily made up female reporter wilted in the 96 degree heat. They gave short snippets into a hand held microphone as a veteran videographer shot them. They all said the same thing. I critiqued their performances. I don’t have a clue why they listened.

Finally an Investigator from the State Police asked: “Are you a member of the media.”

I said “No.” 

He responded with a grim face: “So you just like to come to these … to these things.” 

And I said “This is close to Tina Foglia … your department is working on it. So close to Gilgo … your working on that too … twelve bodies … and serial killers have a predilection to return to the scenes of their crimes. They get off on it  … that’s a good question because I may be a serial killer … but I am not.  I am a retired prosecutor looking to solve these murders because no one else is.”

And he said – “Oh …” Then he gave me the wrong information. He said that the sex of the newly discovered body was “indeterminate.” At the same time News 12 was reporting it was a young male. They had a better source. I told my source that the body couldn’t have been there that long because a motorist would have spotted it much sooner before the summer foliage grew in. I was right. (The 20-year old male was probably only there since mid-April we would come to learn) Some in the crowd of newscasters, videographers, and drivers etc. and even the State Police wondered if it was a homicide. 

And I said with confidence, “no one spontaneously walks to the shoulder of the ‘on ramp’ to the Robert Moses Causeway and just spontaneously dies. Of course it’s a homicide.” 

The media quickly elected me the expert and questioned me. 

The hurdle of being an authority on a subject is low in 21^st Century America. Some guy named Joe Rogan who announced Mixed Martial Arts fights – he never fought one – is now an authority on vaccination. He’s not a scientist or doctor either but he slept at a Holiday Inn once.

That evening when the motorist that discovered the body got home his wife asked him how his day went. He said, “I’m traumatized.” He was not being melodramatic.

The Early Victims

Let’s go back to the cruel month of April anyway. Back in 1996.  April 20, 1996. Back to Seinfeld. The year I graduated from the misery called law school. Two brothers just out and about in a park found two severed legs in a black garbage bag on the bayside of Fire Island. The legs were about a mile west of Fire Island’s Eastern most town called Davis Park. The bayside is the Great South Bay that separates Suffolk County Long Island from Fire Island.

When the brothers later asked each other how they were doing they were not being unjustifiably melancholy when they said, “Not so good” … “Yeah I feel a bit off.”

The residents of Davis Park said, “the legs must have just washed up from somewhere distant.” Fire Island doesn’t like to say anything bad about itself. But they have a history of catastrophically bad there. Davis Park is just a couple of miles East of the epicenter of a dark plague that killed literally millions and still more millions of people in the United States and the world. Neighboring Cherry Grove and Fire Island Pines were the cradle of the AIDs pandemic that must have just washed up like the severed legs. 

Actually AIDS was brought there by a French Canadian Airline Steward – that’s what they were called back then (not “Flight Attendants”) – who had a voracious sexual appetite for unprotected anal sex with the men that came to Fire Island. Gay men from all over the country and all over the world came to the capital of male on male buggery. AIDs was primarily transmitted in the United States through gay anal sex – micro tears, small amounts of blood and a gush of semen in the anuses of men. Can you imagine a more malevolent virus. It was on Fire Island that these care free lads caught that virus.  They went back to where they came from and spread it. That caused it to mutate into a virus that was spread by heterosexual vaginal sex and the world said: “Oh my.”

The AIDs virus wiped out people’s immune systems. Every microorganism on earth was free to eat the flesh and organs of the AIDs stricken humans. I saw it. And everything became blood curdling horrendous. 

America isn’t too concerned with viruses.

And Americans hate condoms too. They’re not in the bible. Babies spontaneously conceive in the bible.

The legs discovered by the brothers didn’t wash up. They were brought to Fire Island by a killer or the poor female was killed right there on Fire Island. 

From the Medical Examiner’s report:

• Right leg: lower leg has a 3 ½" scar on the lateral mid leg area, a 1" linear scar on the lateral mid to lower leg, and a ½" scar on the medial ankle.
• Left leg: 2" surgical scar with adjacent suture scars on the medial left ankle. The victim may have had surgery on her left ankle.

The victim's skull would later be found on April 11, 2011, west of Tobay Beach in Nassau County – that’s on the Ocean Parkway near Gilgo Beach and near where so many others were found. That’s when Fire Island Jane Doe was given a new name: "Jane Doe #7."  DNA testing linked the skull to the legs shortly after the skull was found. And then she became “Fire Island Jane Doe” again but with a face. 

The face you see at the beginning of this chapter is a professional sketch artist’s interpretation of what Fire Island Jane Doe looked like alive shortly before her death. This depiction of her alive is based upon what her skull looked like 15 years after she was murdered. A little convoluted. 

The sketch artist specializes in figuring out what skulls looked like when they were faces that were alive. Part art. Part science. Grisly work.

Every single day a computer quietly waits for some unknown person’s DNA to come up in a system. A niece. A nephew. A cousin. Someone related to Fire Island Jane Doe. And then authorities can figure out what Fire Island Jane Doe’s real name is and how good the death mask sketch artist is. Maybe they can find her killer but I am short on hope.  

If you don’t know who she is you cannot find out who killed her. That’s criminology. Joe Rogan is not an expert at this yet.

For now what is important is this. The small surgery scars and the tiny suture marks on the legs were clearly visible. And the red nail polish she was wearing was in perfect shape. If those legs were in the water of Great South Bay the salt would have peeled the skin right off. Even cold salt water loves to peel layers of skin right off flesh. The medical examiner would have never seen the scars if the legs were in the bay for any appreciable time. But the scars were so visible the medical examiner could tell which ones were surgical and which were just healed cuts. Even the small suture marks were visible. Not only did those legs not wash up. They were from a woman that was recently killed.

Also dead bodies sink. Immediately. They only rise because bacteria in the gut spews gas as it eats away at the dead cells. The bodies turn into balloons and rise back to the surface for a time. Legs do not have a gut. They just tend to sink to the bottom where they are eaten by sea life. 

Davis Park is close to 20 miles from the Robert Moses Causeway. The nearest highway and the gateway to all of the death on Jones Beach Island and Fire Island. Most of the trip to Davis Park from the Causeway is dirt roads – or no roads. Just beach and dunes. You need a good four wheel drive vehicle. You need a permit to drive a four wheel vehicle there. And you can’t get to the bayside of Davis Park easily even with a four wheel. You’re blocked by huge dunes.

The killer may have taken those legs to Fire Island by boat. Or Fire Island Jane Doe was killed right there in Davis Park. Davis Park has the largest marina on Fire Island And Long Island is home to many south shore based fishing and pleasure boats that people rich to trashy own.

LISK dear friend you knew that the legs would be found pretty soon after you placed them. It was April. The crowds weren’t there yet. But you knew the habits of the locals that lived there all year long. They loved to walk in the sand. Part of the dream of living on Fire Island.

He dismembered Fire Island Jane Doe into four sections. Legs. Head. Torso – and you didn’t leave the arms on the torso did you. So that’s arms. That makes four sections.

He dumped Fire Island Jane Doe’s head at his favorite place. He knew that place too. You put Fire Island Jane Doe’s head near where you would put Peaches arms. 

The killer cut a woman dubbed Peaches into four sections too. Just like Fire Island Jane Doe. Torso. Head. Legs. Arms. She was found at Hempstead Lake State Park. The Southern Parkway – or the Southern Hell-Way given the number of dead bodies that are found in proximity – goes right through Hempstead Lake State Park. They found Peaches on June 28, 1997 a day or so after she was killed.

He killed Peaches baby girl too. He could have just left her somewhere. A doorstep. A bus stop. Some where the public would show up. It was around June 28, 1997.  Summer. Warm out.  The elements would not have killed the toddler. But he had to kill her too because he enjoys it … And the little girl would have been a clue as to who her mother was.

He put Peaches torso – no head, arms or legs – into a Rubbermaid container. He put the container on a hiking trail in Hempstead Lake State Park. He knew someone would find it quickly. He loves the attention like so many “organized” serial killers love attention.

But mostly he hides the identity of the victims and their babies. 

You killed Fire Island Jane Doe in April of 1996 and we still don’t know who she is.  BUT WAIT … HOLD ON!

Two weeks after I wrote the above the Suffolk County District Attorney Ray Tierney announced that Fire Island Jane Doe had been identified. I have no idea why he announced it since he did not identify her but I think he sees a path to the Governorship with LISK. (Our current Governor campaigns on abortion which we all know will always be legal in New York State)

On August 4, 2023 – over 27 years after her severed legs were found – Fire Island Jane Doe was identified. Are you ready for the “reveal.” Her name is Karen Vergata. Give the FBI sketch artist a raise because this is what she looked like as a teenager. She was 34 when she died. [This is the best I can do now picture wise] Compare the picture below with the picture that starts this chapter:

The details are as follows: The police officer who saw the legs after the distraught brothers reported them in April 1996 told a reporter "the nail polish from the pedicure was still fresh." And again logic dictates that we have problems. The police say she went missing the day after Valentine’s day – that would be February 15, 1996.  I hate to harp on it but how are her legs in such good shape nearly nine weeks later. How are they in such good shape if they were in salt water; in sand or even in a freezer. Is the date that the police say she went missing incorrect or was she kept somewhere and then murdered on or about April 20, 1996. 

Anyway – more like what can I say – this is Karen’s life. 

Karen and her family are originally from Glen Head, Nassau County, Long Island, New York. She attended St. Mary's Elementary School in Roslyn. She graduated from North Shore High School in Glen Head in 1979. After high school she lived in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.  In the fall of 1983, she was arrested in New Orleans on drug charges. She may have spent a year in prison.  In November 1983, she was also indicted by a federal grand jury for selling diet pills in Connecticut.  In June of 1987, she was charged with undisclosed federal crimes. The undisclosed federal charges were dismissed in July 1991.  During 1989-1992 – perhaps longer – she lived on Ocean Avenue in Brooklyn.

Karen had a son, who was eight at the time of her death. Sometime around late 1989 Karen and her than toddler were involved in a car accident, which may explain the surgical scars on her legs.

Police say Karen worked as an escort when she went missing. And that’s the unfortunate trend because many escorts are addicts who need help. When an escort dies young statistically it’s usually a John that kills her. That’s how the world helps them.

Karen was 34 years old at the time of her disappearance.  She lived on West 45th Street in midtown Manhattan. Her father last heard from her on his birthday which fell on Valentine's Day. 

In July of 2017, Karen’s father had Karen officially declared deceased. In his legal papers, the father stated that he spoke to multiple law enforcement agencies urging them to open an investigation into his daughter’s disappearance. He even hired a private investigator to find her. 

A lot went into Karen too. Hopes. Blood. Sweat. And it doesn’t always work out. Then the tears.

The above information is not from the police. It’s from “Murder Incorporated” who figured out who Fire Island Jane Doe was over a year ago. Murder Incorporated is a website that deals with murder. Really pretty much serial killers. The person behind it engages in the new art and science of Internet Research. The idea is that you can find enough information on the Internet that when combined with other information from the Internet – and deductive reasoning – unidentified victims of serial killers can be identified and so too, perhaps, their killers. Murder Incorporated also uses FOIL Requests and this person – whoever it is – has identified some previously unidentified serial killer victims. Using Google Murder Incorporated beat the Suffolk County Police Department and FBI who had access to the most advanced DNA database on the planet. The cult of whackos that surround serial killers are not all bad. I want to meet Murder Incorporated.

Hey LISK. I didn’t forget you. Back to Peaches and what you do best old friend. 

People love to hike Hempstead Lake State Park in the summer. And people love to have picnics there. Children love to play there. And grown-ups love to make love there. You knew that. And they did find Peaches soon after you left her. An unknown hiker found Peaches dismembered torso jammed in a Rubbermaid container on a popular hiking trail. The hiker could not be faulted for saying to a loved one about the experience, “Just ghastly.” 

They didn’t find Peaches baby girl though. 

They didn’t find her baby girl until April 4, 2011. Her estimated age at death was 2. Her little skeleton was wrapped in a blanket which would have kept her warm anywhere she was placed alive. There were no visible signs of trauma but by then 14 years had passed. And how much trauma does it take to kill a two year old girl. Peaches baby is called “Baby Doe” or simply the “Toddler.” She’s not called “Baby Peaches.” I call her that.

How bad is the Southern State Parkway that goes right through Hempstead Lake State Park. Tanya Rush – a sweet woman with a beaming smile – was last seen around 3:00 a.m. on June 23, 2008.  Her dismembered body was discovered on June 27, 2008, in Bellmore inside a black canvas suitcase next to the Southern State Parkway. Police stated, "It was a particularly brutal murder. There was a lot of rage in this." DO YA THINK? … With that kind of insight by the Nassau Cops I would have expected the case to have been solved in a week. How can it get more brutal then being dismembered and stuffed in a suitcase. I really shudder when I think. 

Bellmore is on the South Shore of Long Island in Nassau County between Freeport and Massapequa. Important places.

Whoever found Tanya cannot be denounced for commenting about the experience: “positively gruesome.” 

And LISK you put Baby Peaches right next to where you would one day put your next victim … Valerie Mack … but with Valerie you were so careful. 

He knew they were getting closer. The tattoo artist that placed the Peach on Peaches breast came forward and talked about her. She lived in Nassau County … the artist didn’t remember her name … not yet at least. For now she was simply affectionately dubbed “Peaches” by police because of the tattoo of a Peach with a bite taken out of it that was placed on Peaches’ breast. [About two weeks after I wrote this paragraph the DA announced they were close to identifying Peaches and Baby Peaches – Hooah!]

With Valerie Mack you took her torso out to the pine barrens. You knew right where to put her. Right on that power line access dirt road. It’s hard to get there. You had to drive your four wheel down some paths at night. But you knew it blind folded. Because you hunted there. And you were so careful. You wrapped Valerie’s torso in plastic. And you put it in a thicket where no one could find it. And you cut off her head. Her hands. And her right foot. 

He took of her Head because dental records and sketches. He took of the Hands because of fingerprints – these poor girls were escorts with prior records and fingerprints on file. But why the right foot? 

Because Valerie had a tattoo on her right foot. 

You hate tattoos. Peaches almost got you caught because someone near these girls saw you … didn’t they. And you took the head and hands and right foot that once belonged to Valerie and you put it in your safe place right near Baby Peaches on the Ocean Parkway close to Gilgo.

Some pheasant hunters were hunting where you dumped Valerie Mack’s torso. The hunters’ dog found Valerie Mack’s torso in a thicket in November of 2000. She hadn’t been dead that long. It made the papers and you got off on that … didn’t you. Not the hunters though. They rightfully felt “somewhat disturbed” and maybe even gave up hunting and took up Golf.   

They found the rest of Valerie on April 4, 2011 right near Baby Peaches in the bramble right by the Ocean Parkway wrapped in plastic just like the torso.

But she wasn’t identified until 2020. The computer said, “hey this Jane Doe has family out there.” The family didn’t know anything about what happened to Valerie but they said “hey that’s probably Valerie. We haven’t heard from her since sometime around the summer of 2000 we think.” 

With Jessica Taylor in July of 2003 the Killer couldn’t help himself. He had to stage her torso right there in the open in Manorville. A woman walking her dog found it. I don’t think that dog walking woman was ever the same again. She found Jessica about a half mile from where the killer placed Valerie’s torso.

When the dog walker got home late her husband asked, “Where were you." She was well within her rights to say, “a horror show.”

You cut off Jessica’s head and hands. And you put them near Valerie at Gilgo. You cut off one of her forearms too. Because of a tattoo. But you couldn’t cut off Jessica’s hip. She had a tattoo there. You cut it to ribbons so no one could ever see it. You didn’t think the medical examiner would be smart enough to meticulously sew it together – did you. But he sewed it together and a DC detective identified the torso as belonging to Jessica Taylor four months after they found her torso. 

They didn’t find Jessica’s head, hands and forearm until May 9, 2011 – just up the road a piece West of Valerie. But they didn’t need that to identify her in 2003 – 20 years ago. And you freaked. Maybe they were onto you.

You knew they used a tattoo to catch a predecessor of yours – the esteemed Robert “Crack Head” Shulman – didn’t you?

This LISK is one killer. Let’s move on:

You freaked you freak. No more staging bodies. From now on everything went to the bramble at Gilgo. Your one safe spot that never let you down. 

On April 4, 2011, police discovered the body of a young Asian along Ocean Parkway near Gilgo Beach. The victim was estimated to be between 17 and 23 years old; 5'6" tall; and missing four teeth. The victim assigned male at birth – I can say that … right? – was wearing female clothing at the time of death. It is unclear if the victim was transgender.   We can’t ask. The cause of death was blunt-force trauma to the head. Police estimate the remains had been there for at least five years. 

That means the victim was murdered sometime in 2006 or earlier.

A composite sketch of the victim was released in September 2011 – once again it is an estimate of what the victim looked like when the victim was alive just before the victim died 5 or 6 or 7 years prior. So this estimate is based upon the artist looking at just the skull of the victim at least five years after the victim died: 

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is!

The sketch artist didn’t say that.  Shakespeare said that in Hamlet. That’s the sketch right below. It looks convincing but who knows.

Bodies of gay men – even trans biological men – have been discovered on Long Island. Some out East in Suffolk County. The virus didn’t kill them, that’s for sure.  For instance on December 17, 2002, a plastic bag containing “a partial human torso” was found in Averne, New York. The bag contained a skirt, a black bodysuit, and a tank top.  Averne is the South shore of Queens West of Gilgo.

And by the way what is a “partial human torso.” What freak cut a chunk out of a torso? The head, legs and arms isn’t bad enough. Some deviant has to dismember the torso.

Shortly thereafter a severed head was discovered on a frozen pond in Moriches on January 25, 2003. Ice skaters found it on the shoreline of the pond at the corner of Montauk Highway and Barnes Road. The find totally wrecked the “Wintertime Tableau” of rural Suffolk and psychologically fucked the nice boys and girls that were just skating away. The Medical Examiners noted a bullet wound to the head. At least it was quick assuming the victim was shot before being dismembered.

Over a year later on April 10, 2004, a landscaper found a plastic bag containing arms and legs in a wooded area near a newly constructed home in Moriches. “How was work today honey,” the landscaper’s wife made inquiry. “Horrifying” said the landscaper without a hint of exaggeration. These three sets of remains were linked by DNA analysis. And where is the rest of the torso?  I have no idea. I think to shudder and shudder to think.

Anyway we know who this victim is – Andre Isaac: “a talented female impersonator” said his mother who described him as “loved.” Andre’s mother had some nice and uniquely genuine things to say about him. And from what she said you can tell that a lot went into Andre too. Hopes. Dreams. Blood and sweat. And in the end a lot of tears. And that’s how it ended.

We have no idea who the Asian biological male discovered near Gilgo is. The victim bears the moniker “Asian Doe” or simply the “Unknown Asian.” I don’t think the Asian Doe would be upset with me if I slipped up and called him – “him.”

Somewhere a computer waits for a relative of this person to pop up and say, “hey we’re related.” And if that happens we will see how good the sketch artist is. Maybe it’s the same artist that drew Fire Island Jane Doe. 

However, I am informed by an expert – not Joe Rogan – that Asians are not much into genealogy as a culture. [Two weeks after I wrote this paragraph the Suffolk County District Attorney announced they were close to identifying Asian Doe – “O.K. Computer” that’s from Radiohead … Tina would have dug them – so much for “experts”]

I always applied Occam’s razor to this poor Asian soul and hoped it would just be solved in the course of solving the others. Maybe it will be solved earlier if the victim is identified.

Then 2007 rolled around quickly as the years always do. And for you – LISK my old friend – things could not have gotten better. Now you had technology to help you shop for girls. The Internet. Craig’s List. Back Page. No more risky trips to the streets of New York City. 

Now they were on your computer screen in your home where I know you killed them. Small packages. Girls 5’0 tall at most. 100 pounds. Wrapped in burlap. Burlap blended right in with the bramble. And burlap held water which sped up decomposition. Even if the bodies were found. No fingerprints. No tattoos. No DNA – you must have thought.  Just skeletons. 

Chronologically have we come to the Gilgo Four. Four murdered girls that are so similar in circumstance it could only have been one killer. The same killer. You old friend. 

The question was always: did the killer of the Gilgo Four – kill all the rest? No one ever questioned whether the Gilgo four were killed by separate people. No one except Q-Anon types that claimed such things as the poor girls were killed during the making of snuff films or at wild Oak Beach “Eyes Wide Shut” parties attended by liberals. This is as far from the truth as conspiracies about the 2020 presidential election that one third of Americans still believe in.

Oh I will show you the truth about the Gilgo Four and much more. 

And I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Quotidie propius me adducit ad te Tina, quia senex sum nunc.