G L O R I A
{Part Three}
By
Bonnie M. Wells
No News Is Not Necessarily Good News!
Between 1993 and 1996 I didn't hear much about Georgia Rudolph and I can't recall hearing anything about her friend Mary Dye.
Perhaps there was news of both of them, but if so I missed it. Possibly because my own work had increased tremendously.
By the summer of 1993 we had added a few more names to the "unsolved murder" cases, those primarily being Patsy Sparks and Ronda Manley.
Both girls had been murdered in 1992.......although by the summer of 1993 we still had not found Patsy Sparks.
Most people considered her a run-a-way, but I didn't. I was certain that Patsy was dead. And I was just as certain that she remained right here close.
In fact I'd already told Detective Winstanley as well as many others that Patsy was dead......a murder victim and that her remains were "north of Marietta."
Obviously, no one listened, because there were no actual searches conducted for the girl.
I went out one time with a couple of friends and a borrowed cadaver dog and scouted around the Harra Bridge area a little bit. But we didn't find anything.
I recall that I invited Wild Bill and John Winstanley to accompany me that day. Wild Bill declined, saying he had to work, and Winstanley didn't bother to answer at all.
Whether Winstanley ever went to the area on his own or not, I never knew. But I did know Wild Bill was familiar with the area because he's the one that first showed it to me. That had been a year or so earlier when I was trying to locate an old wooden bridge that was in a dream I had.
Actually, I guess all that was netted from the "cadaver dog" trip was the general location of the next Washington County murder victim!
Of course I wouldn't recognize all the clues until Kimberly Fulton was murdered in March of 1995, and by then, it seemed everyone else had already forgotten them!
Another Murder Fast Approaching
By the end of 1995 I believed we had another murder fast approaching and I was working myself (and all my friends) to death trying to get ahead of the killer.
Even though I'd heard nothing from Georgia Rudolph, my own psychic work, on the still unsolved murder cases continued. There was seldom a week that went by but what I didn't send Detective Winstanley at least one package of information. Some of the information was psychic, such as dreams and their interpretations, and some of it was actual statements made by people I interviewed. Regardless, Winstanley had asked me to keep him informed, and so I tried.
And along with the information "from the past," .... concerning things that had already happened .... I was also providing Winstanley "warnings" of things yet to come.
It was a hectic time, and sometimes I wondered what Georgia Rudolph was doing. About the only thing I ever heard about her was that she lived in Pittsburgh nowadays, but often came to the Marietta area, where she stayed with a friend of hers. I guess she did a lot of Tarot card readings and that type of thing, which I never seemed to have time for. Most of my spare time was spent at the computer, working murder cases, or writing down details that I didn't want to forget to send Winstanley in the next mailing.
Return To Sender
By the time Jenifer Lea McCrady disappeared from her Belpre home on September 19th, 1996, John Winstanley was no longer a detective, although he was still affiliated with the sheriff's department in some capacity.
I had continued to write to Winstanley and send him as many clues to the approaching murder as possible.....right up until the packages started coming back to me marked "return to sender, no longer employed here!"
Later, I learned that Winstanley was still "with" the department but was just not a detective anymore, and I managed to get a few packets of information to him by simply sending them to "Deputy Winstanley," instead of Detective Winstanley!
I'd always said if you didn't have a title in this county, then you just didn't exist. Guess I was right. The man had been a cop for more than a dozen years and no one knew his name ..... only his title!!! Sad.
Narrowing The Field
By the time Jenifer McCrady disappeared, I'd sent nearly a hundred clues to cops warning of another Belpre woman being murdered.
There were a few major differences though between the "approaching" case and the others before it. Just days before Jenifer McCrady disappeared, I'd narrowed the "victim field" down to "a Belpre woman" ... "a cop's woman," ... "killer coming into Little Hocking" ... "murder this month (Sept. 96)" .... "connected to me and/or my sister" .... "Green connection" ....
I sent warnings out in all directions because by September of 1996 I knew the victim was going to be connected to a cop....wife or girlfriend. I just didn't know which one so I sent warnings locally as well as sheriff departments north of this area and south of this area.
I even sent reports to the Ohio State Police trying to inform them of things that were happening. I knew those troopers were out there on our roads all night long. I'd hoped that someone would have sense enough to brief the night shift about certain things and perhaps they could keep their eyes open and maybe, with a lot of luck and everyone working together, a killer could be caught and another life could be spared.
*** See "The Clues" for list of clues sent to cops prior to McCrady murder.
The Daughter Of My Veterinarian
Within days of the discovery of Jenifer's murdered body, her husband, Ohio State Trooper Jackie D. McCrady was arrested for her murder, and "the state" began preparing its case against him. I'd never known McCrady or any of his family but I did know his wife's family.....at least on a professional basis.
Jenifer's father was Tom Barrett. Barrett had been my veterinarian since he'd come to this area back in the early 1970's. I'm sure that sometime during all those years I'd met his daughter Jenny. I know she worked in his office when she was a teenager, and since I was operating an active German Shepherd breeding and training kennel during most of those years, I'm convinced that I spoke to Jenifer on numerous occasions. The case wrapped itself around my heartstrings and just wouldn't let go.
But, the thing that confused me was the fact that most of the work I'd done prior to the case did indeed fit into the murder of Jenifer McCrady.
Jenifer was a "Belpre woman," she was a "cop's wife," she was killed in "September," her body was brought to "Little Hocking," the woman who rented a house from me was named "Green, and she was a co-worker of Jenifer's," and eventually I discovered that Jackie McCrady had dated "my sister" prior to his marriage to Jenifer Barrett-McCrady." and there were many more bull's eye clues ... clues that I had sent well in advance of the case, so I wondered why none of the cops I'd sent information to called me when it panned-out right under of their noses!
Rudolph With Your Nose So Bright ....
Won't You Guide My Case Tonight?
It didn't take very long to figure out why I hadn't been called. They had called Georgia Rudolph and Mary Dye!
It took a little longer to figure out why John Winstanley didn't appear of any importance in the McCrady case, and why the sheriff of our county chose to ignore his own men, his own detectives, and put a Belpre city cop in charge of a "county case." That took awhile, but I finally figured it out.
The papers were filled with the glowing reports about Mary Dye and another "dream" she'd had, and how she had come to Little Hocking in an effort to locate some of the details within the dream, only to fail to find anything from her dream on any of the two or more trips she made to my hometown!
Why the woman returned to the exact spot time and time again, when she'd already seen that there was nothing from the dream there, during her first trip down here, is beyond me.
She certainly had not had the same trouble back in 1992. She'd took one look at the house I'd shown her and said....
"No, that's not the place."
She didn't go back to view that same house ... in the sunshine, in the rain, in the daylight, in the dark.....just to make certain it was not the correct place.
So why had she done this very thing in the McCrady case?
And what the hell was she doing out driving around trying to interpret and identify her own dreams anyway? She knew she could do neither.
And I knew she could do neither.
The Pittsburgh Psychic
When Rudolph made her appearance in the case, we were all told that she was a psychic in Pittsburgh and knew nothing of this area.
I wondered how many times that same story was going to be told, and how long it would take a good reporter to determine that the woman was actually quite familiar with this area, had lived here several times, and spent a lot of time visiting with people here.
Well, so much for "good reporters."
I'd been told by a pretty well informed source that one of the people who had been calling me on a regular basis and pumping me for information .... before and after .... Jenifer McCrady's disappearance was also one of the main people that Rudolph stayed with while in this area! Gee, I wonder if she was on an extension during any of those conversations?
Landing Gear Down .... Wings Tucked!
The Lord seldom allowed me to be completely hoodwinked by anyone. In almost every case, I thought I was doing one thing .... while in reality I was doing something completely different. Over the years I'd come to realize when I came in, there was a problem right where I landed!
Unfortunately, my "landing" was usually in the "problems" lap! Invariably, I liked the culprit .... and then the Lord had to step in and rescue my worthless hide! His rescues were nothing shy of miraculous! I was always impressed!
The Trial Begins
I did my own background work, and when the trial for Jackie McCrady began, I was sitting right there in the court room with all the other people.
I intended to hear what Mary Dye had to say whether anyone liked it or not. And I was well aware that there were many who did not like it.
And I was sitting there ... heard every word, and recognized it all!
Only, there were a few problems.....
It was scrambled, garbled information that had come from several different dreams, some mine, some Judy's and didn't belong to the McCrady case!
And there was another "major" problem as far as I was concerned. Officer Garvey informed me that Mary Dye was not called to testify in the McCrady case because of her dream or any other "psychic" work, but was called to testify about "what she had seen."
Okay, I could understand that. Psychic work was seldom used in court rooms. But what had she seen while she was out trying to identify her so called dream?
Mrs. Dye testified that she "saw" a Highway Patrol cruiser, within 1,000 feet of Jenifer McCrady's makeshift grave, and in that cruiser, in the rain, while looking through an outside, rear view mirror, this woman had "positively seen" Officer Jackie D. McCrady driving that cruiser! Wow, this was one powerful witness for the state.......in fact she was the only "eye witness" for the state.
But.....but.... I live in Little Hocking. Have lived here all my life. I know this area and these roads.....like the back of my hand, and Mary Dye's testimony was all ass backwards. Absolutely could not have happened as the woman claimed it happened! Virtually impossible, and yes, it has all been doctmented, video taped, re-enacted, you name it guys, I been there and done it!
And then there was another little thing that really concerned me about Mary Dye's "eyewitness testimony." And that was the dates she gave in the court room. If she did not find anything within her "dream" on "Township Road 298," why did she return time and time again to that very road? Beyond that interesting question that no one bothered to ask during the trial, why was this same woman so frantically trying to reach Officer Garvey four days "before" she supposedly saw the cruiser coming from the road where Jenifer's body was discovered? And why in the world wasn't that issue addressed in that court room?
I recalled McCrady's lawyer's opening statement about his client being framed....
The Mighty Rudolph Graces The Court With Her Presence
Georgia Rudolph came to the court room one day. She sat politely and listened to the testimony. I recognized her from 1992 and our meeting at Shoney's.
I could feel the discomfort of certain people in the court room that day, and I knew if they were fortunate enough to get the hell out of there, they were never coming back! I knew a lot of things.....
'cause I'm psychic, ya know.
Gloria
When the judge gave us a break, I gave Rudolph a slight head start, and then fell into step with her outside on the street.
"Excuse me," I said as I came up beside her..."Don't I know you? Haven't we met somewhere before?"
She looked straight ahead and her pace increased ever so slightly...."No, I don't know you. I've never seen you before in my life." came her tart denial.
"Are you certain we've never met? I could have sworn we'd met a few years ago." I persisted.
"I'm sure. I don't know you." She answered.
"Well, okay,... but, what is your name?" I asked.
"My name is GLORIA," she said....."What's your name?"
"Me? Oh, I'm Bonnie Wells from Little Hocking. Nice meeting you Gloria," I said as I fell out of step and reached into my purse to snap off the little recorder that I almost always carried.
And waited for the cock to crow!
G L O R I A {part four}
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