Serial Saturday #5

I call this "Still life with fish".

So, back to September 1982 we go, and move forward to October. One more girl was found in a quietly abandoned area near the airport. Could it be Green River? She fit the profile, but she wasn't in or near the river. Something had changed as word got out, and media began the serial killer frenzy. On came the fall and winter months and girls kept disappearing, but no bodies were found. Of course reporting a prostitute missing was nefarious in and of itself, and the girls worked in a profession where it wasn't uncommon for their loved ones to not notice immediately if they hadn't checked in.

The quietus continued until May 1983, a month before my high school graduation. East of Kent where the first bodies were found is a quiet suburb that sits below the foothills of the cascades, and someone out mushroom hunting found the body of Carol Ann Christensen. The killer was trying to throw us off the scent again, but also toy with us. Carol was found in a sitting position, with a brown grocery bag over her head, obviously posed. She had two gutted and cleaned trout laid across her throat, her hands folded over her abdomen, a bottle of wine laid across her lap, and some ground sausage meat piled on top of her. What in the world was this all about? This definitely couldn't be the Green River Man, it was strange even for what we were to find out about him later. Not only that, but Carol was not a prostitute.

The ligature marks were the tell though. He preferred strangulation with a ligature, the one before this being a man's sock. This time it was yellow rope, but the knots and strangulation action were the same. This was body #7 in a deadly game of cat and mouse.