Worth More Dead

pen-pal, activity partner, short-term relationship, or long-term relationship.
    Enjoying all the magical moments that life has to offer. I am confident, healthy, intelligent, attractive, a dreamer, love to laugh, kind, a romantic lover, and a moonlight walker. My focus is on nurturing my spirit by making great decisions. A common sense oriented man that someone can count on and a passion for life that enables me to enjoy the simplest of pleasures. A positive outlook on life has me smiling almost all the time and uplifting those around me. Always stretching my comfort zone to include new ideas and activities. Hiking, tennis, running, golf, basketball, and jet skiing are great fun. Professional with plenty of education (it’s o.k. if you don’t care). My preference is for a friend and partner who respects who she is and takes good care of herself spiritually, emotionally, and physically. Someone who can see the beauty even when it is not pretty every day. I have children and young ones at that. You must have an appreciation for children. If you have your own, then that is wonderful too.
    Ethnicity: Caucasian (White)
    Religion: Christian (Other than Catholic)
    Body Type: Athletic (Athletic/Slim)
    Smoking: Don’t smoke
    Drinking: Drink socially/occasionally
    Children: Have children, living with me sometimes
    His ad ended with only one proviso for women who might respond to him. They had to be nonsmokers.
    There was no question that Freeedom was Bob Durall. He had not mentioned that he had a wife, only that he sometimes had his young children living with him. Perhaps he didn’t expect to have a wife by the time he hooked up with just the right woman on the internet.
    The Renton detectives hadn’t asked that Bob Durall’s computer be mined for evidence. The two men who held their breath as they scrolled through the internet sites and found murder, murder, murder, murder, kill spouse and all of the possible means of accomplishing that knew they had to tell the investigators what they had found. They printed out copies of all the web searches and Durall’s handle on Match.com and gave them to the men and women who were investigating Carolyn Durall’s disappearance.
    When prosecutors Patty Eakes and Jeff Baird heard about Bob Durall’s activities on the internet, particularly his searches for “kill + spouse,” they knew that if Bob had killed Carolyn, it was not through a spontaneous act of rage, unplanned and perpetrated by a man gone suddenly out of control. No, from May 4 to June 23, he had been working on a plan to murder his wife.
    On August 28, they amended the charges against him: he was now charged with first-degree murder, and his bail was raised to $5 million.
     
    It was the first week in September, and Carolyn was still missing. Scores of people showed up for grid searches in an ever-widening circle around Renton. Jodie Kelly and Tari Sheffer planned the quadrants to be searched meticulously so that all sectors were covered and none gone over twice. They used a flag system to mark areas that had already been searched and a grid chart. They were headed away from Renton now, moving toward the foothills of Snoqualmie Pass.
    Linda Gunderson and Denise Jannusch and their husbands still remember that terrible period from the night Carolyn disappeared to after Labor Day, 1998. Family life for all of the searchers virtually stopped. All that mattered was finding Carolyn or, as they now dreaded, her body. Most of their children were too young to understand the grim reality that overshadowed everyone’s summer.
    “We all lost months, years even,” one friend said. “Our lives were totally caught up in the tragedy for such a long time.”
    The Renton detectives respected those who searched so diligently and realized that they might well be the ones to find Carolyn. After all, they had found her van, and they were even more determined now. “If you do,” the investigators warned, “don’t touch anything. Just call us.”
    The detectives learned more that added to their belief that Carolyn Durall was dead. They found that Bob had asked a dry cleaner how to remove bloodstains, saying, “My son had a nosebleed.” Their sweep of the house had netted a gallon of solution designed to eliminate all traces of human fluids.
    Bob was seen in a Fred Meyer store the day before Carolyn vanished. He was buying, of all things, several belts, men’s belts. Why? That question was answered on September 9, after Carolyn