Mortal Danger

was the worst obsessive-compulsive disorder he had ever witnessed.
    When John did have his list, he was a speed shopper. He wouldn’t look at anything that wasn’t on the list, and he forbade whoever was with him to be distracted by anything that wasn’t on his list—even if there were tempting sales.
    “He would speed-walk through the store, checking off things on his list,” Randall remembered. “He told me that looking at other items interfered with his ‘chain of thought,’ because he had a ‘sequential mind.’ I guess he meant he had an ‘A-B-C’ kind of mind.”
    Randall knew that John drank port wine to help him “tolerate life when he got depressed.” He hid the wine bottles from Turi in their house in Seascape Hills, and, later, when they began to clear the property in Idaho. It kept him calmer, although Randall Nozawa never saw him drunk. He wouldn’t characterize him as an alcoholic. John apparently knew he could lose whatever control he had if he drank too much.
    John and Turi drove to California two or three times a year. Turi did all the driving, one of the few times when John handed her the reins. Why they went to California wasn’t clear; perhaps they visited his daughters, or they might have gone on Mannatech or Isagenix business. Johndistrusted cell phones, preferring to stop at pay phones—especially in Oregon. When Randall asked him why he used only pay phones on the road, he replied inscrutably, “I want to stay safe.”
    He never said what it was that he feared. It makes sense that he wouldn’t have wanted to drive—especially in Oregon—because he must have known there were still felony warrants out for him there. His fear of cell phones verged on paranoia. Did he really expect that police channels might pick up his conversations? Turi didn’t know his real name or much about his past—at least until almost the end of their relationship—but she accepted his peculiar aversion to cell phones.
    She frequently told Nozawa that she only wanted John to be happy, and she kept trying to find ways to bring that about—even though he could be “difficult” at times.
    Randall also learned to live with John’s neuroses. He was still enthusiastic about the possibilities inherent in Isagenix. He, John, and Turi had many discussions about the best way to begin their sales campaigns. It was agreed that Randall would be the face of Isagenix, and Turi would do all the bookkeeping and correspondence, and talk to prospective clients and associates. John would continue to fine-tune the way they sold Isagenix products and come up with ideas as only he could.
    They would begin at the new Gateway Fitness Center in Gig Harbor, where Randall already taught yoga and Pilates. Gateway was pleased to join with them; they thought highly of Randall already, and they were impressed with John and Turi. Turi was gracious and kind, and John was presenting himself at his most charismatic. To advertisethe Isagenix program, the fitness club wanted to put their photos up on the wall at Gateway, but John absolutely refused. He was prepared to be the “brains” behind the venture, but he wanted to be a virtually invisible partner.
    “He was extremely likeable when he wanted to be,” Randall said, but he noted that John wanted little interfacing with potential clients. “He left that up to Turi. He had nothing good to say about the people who called for information, and considered most of them beneath him in intellect and social stature.”
    Whenever John did answer the phone, he turned people off, at best. At worst, he was rude to them.
    Turi tried to point out to John that they were essentially teachers and Isagenix was meant to help others. “You have to be more compassionate, John,” she said softly. “They’re calling for information, and even if you don’t think they’re suited to work with us, you should be kind.”
    Turi had come to a place where she had virtually no life that didn’t include John. Once, the thought of having John by her side must have been as hopeful for her as it had been for Kate Jewell two decades earlier. And, like Kate, Turi had become entrapped. She was forbidden even to go shopping by herself.
    When Turi had visits with her attorney over her divorce settlement from her marriage to Lorne Bentley, John would not go in with her, but he parked outside or sipped coffee at a restaurant across the street, always watching, and he questioned her carefully when they