COURTESY OF BOSSIP: "TRANGENDERED PROSTITUTE KILLS MARRIED MAN"
Another layer of sadness and confusion was added to a story about the death of a married 49-year-old father who was known by countless people as an outgoing, fun-loving guy.
Police officials announced that a transgenderd prostitute named Herman Burton had been charged with beating and strangling Brady inside Room 812 at the Omni Hotel, at 4th and Chestnut streets, and then setting fire to the room in an attempt to cover up the crime.
Burton, who dresses and identifies himself as a woman named Peaches, according to acquaintances, was arrested Tuesday. Cops said they found the 22-year-old suspect walking with a man near 12th and Spruce streets, carrying some of Brady’s belongings.
Bob Geary, a longtime friend who attended Penn State with Brady, was among those reeling from the unexpected twist.
“It turns out to be a transgendered with 36 arrests. How much more horrific could it be than that?” said Geary, who lives in Tennessee.
“If you would have told me a month ago that this would have happened . . . that’s not the Pat Brady I know. I don’t think any of us knew the Pat Brady that died there that night.
“Nobody knew that Pat Brady, but we’re just going to hold onto the Pat Brady that we know and love.”
Brady, an information-technology specialist who worked at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital, checked into the Omni late on Oct. 29.
Friends said earlier this week that Brady frequently stayed at hotels because of his work. A.J. Williams, the general manager at Omni, confirmed that Brady had stayed at the hotel several times.
So nothing seemed out of the ordinary until the following day, when Brady never made it to the Thorndale home he shared with his wife, Suzanne, and their 9-year-old daughter.
Shortly before 10:20 a.m., a small fire broke out in Brady’s eighth-floor hotel room. Firefighters extinguished the blaze in a matter of minutes, then made the grim discovery.
Brady had suffered “obvious” head and body injuries, and an autopsy later determined that he had been strangled, said Homicide Capt. James Clark.
“Someone obviously set fire to the room to cover his tracks,” Clark said.
Detectives used the hotel’s security-surveillance system to help identify Peaches; cameras caught her entering the hotel overnight, Clark said.
Authorities say Brady let the prostitute into his room, but investigators are unsure what happened immediately afterward.
“We know there was an extremely physical altercation [in which Brady was] beaten, strangled and robbed,” Clark said.
At least one guest heard the struggle, Clark said; it’s unclear whether that guest reported it to anyone.
Williams said that several hotel staffers encountered Peaches in the hotel that night, and were left shaken and upset by the incident, as were some guests.
“We had to assure guests that this was the result of an encounter that was arranged by two individuals, and not some random act,” Williams said.
"MARRIED MAN OF FOUR KILLED IN GAY PARK-KNOWN FOR SEXUAL HOOKUPS"
The President and CEO of the Atlanta Credit Union was shot and killed by an undercover cop in New Jersey on Friday. DeFarra Gaymon, who was in town for his Montclair High School 30th reunion, got into an altercation with a plain-clothed detective in Newark’s Branch Brook Park and was shot in the chest soon after.
Authorities said Gaymon "tussled" with the detective, who was trying to arrest him on charges related to a call about people engaging in public sex acts, in the park.
The 29-year-old policeman gave a statement to investigators Monday afternoon and Katherine Carter, spokeswoman for the Essex County Prosecutor's Office, told the Business Insider that the details of Gaymon's autopsy as well as "new developments from information about how he ended up being shot" will be revealed today in a 4PM press conference.
"We'll be talking about those two new pieces of information," Carter said, "It being a law enforcement agency, there are strict rules about what we can say, but we realize people are very interested in this case." Carter said she had received many calls from "business people that wouldn't usually call me about this sort of thing."
Authorities said that section of Branch Brook Park where the Atlanta banker was killed is a "known meeting point for sexual encounters" and that there have been "more than 200 such arrests there in the last 18 months, all without incident," reports the Star-Ledger.
Though the park is known to be pick-up location, locals commenting on the report on the Star-Ledger website said that during daylight hours, that is not typical - Gaymon was shot around 6 pm, still in daylight hours - and that the circumstances of the shooting seem shady.
One local wrote, "Since when is it a crime to be in a public park at 6:00PM in the evening when the sun is still shining brightly. That area turns into a gay pick up area after dark not during the day light hours when people are around." Another said, "I myself frequent Branch Brook park regularly. Sometimes to just sit and read a book, sometime to just to take a walk. I have seen all types of people during my many excursions thru the park."
Gaymon graduated from Benedict College in South Carolina, then returned to New Jersey where he was appointed VP of Summit Trust Company, then moved back to South Carolina to take on a VP role at a credit union there. Since 2006, he was the president and CEO of the Credit Union of Atlanta. Gaymon was married with four children.
Source: Katya Wachtel
"COP WHO SODOMIZED BLACK MAN WITH PLUNGER HAD BLACK LIVE-IN GIRLFRIEND"
A week ago, she walked into the 70th Precinct, past the front desk to the stairs. As she climbed the steps to her office, she felt the eyes of the entire station house on her again. She thought she was past all that.
She hopes it is a lie. Because if the terrible tale of torture that has people referring to the 70th, where she's worked for four years, as The Plunger Precinct is true, Susan has been planning to marry a lie.
"Justin wouldn't do this to our life," Susan said yesterday as we talked over coffee. "If it happened, he didn't do it."
"We want to be married, still," she said. They have been living together for most of the last two years, and were planning a big wedding.
Her lover is a suspect in the most atrocious police torture case in 20 years, and his relationship with an intelligent black woman is confusing.
"Justin a racist? Impossible," she said, answering her own question.
"I know. I know," she said, shaking her head. "On one hand, in the Seven-O, we are fighting racists who don't want to see a white man and a black woman together. But in the same precinct, he is accused of this.
"I see the looks the cops give me in the precinct. The black guys say to me, 'Has he brought you home to meet his parents? It's just sex, nothing will come of it.'"
"Justin has been reluctant for me to come forward," she continued.
"I can't imagine being married to . . .
I had to say it: "This is like the cliche, 'I can't be a racist. Some of my best friends are black.'"
"I know," she said, biting her lip. "But I know he is not an evil person. His life with me would have to be a lie. We are planning on getting married and having children. If Justin Volpe did this, he did it to me and his children."
Maybe he snapped.
"I have been to his house many times," she said. "His father, Robert, and Justin's mother treat me like their daughter. His father has come to Brooklyn. We traveled to see my family in Virginia. We stayed with my sister and her kids for a week.
"I work days; Justin works nights. Our worlds revolve. Justin I liked because he is different. He makes me laugh. We are together always. Vacations in the Bahamas and the West Indies. You can't lead one life and then do that, in the precinct bathroom. Racism isn't some switch you can turn on and off."
Maybe Justin Volpe can.
If everyone in the precinct knew them, has the Internal Affairs Bureau contacted her?
"They haven't called me. Perhaps because I don't fit with the version of the monster they are building."
She would marry into a Staten Island cop family. Justin's father, Robert, is a world-class detective. Justin's brother is a cop, too.
"Justin's father was saying this morning, 'You spend your whole life on one side. And then one day you wake up and your son is Public Enemy No. 1.' We are both crushed."
Because the man you love could be the most despised cop in the modern history of the NYPD?
"I asked him, and he says it didn't happen the way they're saying. He is not an evil man."
Susan is attractive and delicate with short hair. She is smaller and has a lighter complexion than Abner Louima does. On Sunday, after church, she wore a short black skirt and a white silk blouse. She had a diamond stud in each ear, a silver thumb ring on her right hand, a silver bracelet on her left wrist and an ankle bracelet under her stockings.
Do you know the cops named so far?
"Justin wasn't working with his regular partner that night," she said. "I know Charles Schwarz a little bit. I know Eric Turetzky. He is a new guy. I know them all, locked away in my room on the second floor. And the monster in the papers is not the man I want to marry."
This whole episode is confusing, especially emotionally. Abner Louima is compelling and didn't hesitate when he said he was violated and called "n----r" by a man who hoped to make a black woman his wife.
"We talked about racism many times. Cried about it at night. Where would we live? We talked about moving to Park Slope. I am from Coney Island. I went to Lafayette High School. We both know what the score is.
"I have seen him come home in the morning and struggle with the weight of being a police officer. Justin is depressed a lot. The sadness of the streets takes its toll."
But it is very possible that this man she loves so much stuck a toilet plunger up the rectum of a human being, nearly ruining the man.
If Justin Volpe is convicted, he will have violated Susan, too.
"Our first date? We went to Caliente Cab [Co.] in Greenwich Village," she said, suddenly warm with the memory. "We went to a place called the Shark Bar on Amsterdam Ave. later. He isn't much of a drinker. We're not club people, really. We were headed for a nice life. And then, this."
You think of Volpe and Abner Louima lying in bed in Coney Island Hospital keeps popping into your head.
He said a cop, who was calling him a n----r, told him that the blacks in the precinct wouldn't help him, that "all they do is make photocopies."
One of Susan's responsibilities is to make photocopies.
Did you ever hear Volpe say anything about David Dinkins or Rudy Giuliani?
"Never. He is not a political person. The thing about it being Giuliani's time is silly." And then she brought a hand to her tear-streaked face.
"We thought it was our time," she said.
"NYPD DETECTIVE ACCUSED OF BUYING & PIMPING OUT UNDERAGE GIRLS"
Wayne Taylor, a 35 year old veteran NYPD detective, and his wife Zalika Brown, a 28 year old madam, have been arrested on charges of pimping out teen girls to perverts attending bachelor and strip parties. The tip that led to their arrests came from a 13 year old Bedford-Stuyvesant runaway who had been pressed into service by Taylor and another, unidentified pimp.
The 14-year veteran is in protective custody after being moved from Rikers Island. Taylor, who is married with three young children, said being on the other side of the law is "emotionally draining."
The lawyer representing the girl who was forced into prostitution and held captive by Taylor and Brown, is asking other victims of the duo to come forward. Taylor and Brown were charged with promoting prostitution, kidnapping, endangering the welfare of a child and unlawful imprisonment.
Taylor and Zalika Brown, 29, allegedly "bought" a 13-year-old girl for $500, then took her to parties where she was ordered to tell patrons she was 19 and charge up to $80-$100 for sex.
The girl told police she had run away from her Brooklyn home on Jan. 10. Taylor and Brown face up to 25 years in jail if convicted. Each is being held on $250,000 bail.
"MILITARY MAN BY DAY-SERIAL KILLER BY NIGHT"
Marsha Dixon remembers her 13-year-old daughter Talita as "a funny, funny child. She used to make jokes and play games and stuff and just make you laugh," Dixon recalled.
On October 5, 1985, Talita left her home to walk to school by herself for the first time. Her mother says, even then, an unexplainable feeling of sadness overtook her as she waved goodbye to her daughter.
"I guess that was me knowing that was the last time I would see her alive," Dixon said.
Three days later, a jogger found Talita's body near a walking path in the Oakland Hills.
Her killer had raped her, stabbed her repeatedly, broken her neck and ripped an arm from her body.
Police soon found that Talita wasn't the only victim. A serial killer terrorized the community in late 1985, raping and murdering five girls and young women.
But Oakland police were stumped as to the killer's identity until police in nearby Emeryville began investigating a series of rapes against prostitutes.
Those attacks were "vicious", said Emeryville Chief of Police Ken James, who was a sergeant during the time of the investigation.
The killer "was playing a cat and mouse game," James said. "He would give them the opportunity to think they were getting away, and then come back and stab them."
Fortunately for Emeryville police, those prostitutes survived and gave descriptions of their attacker that led police to their suspect, 32-year-old Anthony McKnight. He was an enlisted man at Alameda Naval Air Station.
But James, the Emeryville police sergeant at the time, had a hunch that McKnight might also be Oakland's serial killer. He says he told his lead detective, "Go down to Oakland, sit down in the captain's office, let him know what you have, and don't leave until they recognize that this may be a connection."
Police arrested McKnight. And the killings stopped. But police say they did not have enough evidence to charge him with murder. Instead, he was convicted for the attacks against prostitutes in Emeryville and sentenced to 63 years in prison.
For Marsha Dixon, it seemed there would be no justice for Talita.
No justice, until June 1999. DNA technology, which was new at the time, gave police evidence that they announced tied McKnight to the murders of Talita Dixon and the four other victims.
After 14 years, prosecutors charged him with five counts of murder.
Marsha Dixon said she felt relieved. "When they had the DNA testing to prove that it was him, then I thought we were gonna move forward with the case" she said.
It seemed everybody was ready to go. Prosecutors filed the case and McKnight entered a plea of not guilty.
But that was eight years ago. And still, Anthony McKnight has yet to stand trial for those 1985 killings.
"BLACK ACTOR MOONLIGHTED AS HOLLYWOOD CONNECTION-DRUG DEALER"
Black actor Sam Jones III (above), who appeared on the series "Smallville," faces 20 years behind bars after pleading guilty to being the "Hollywood Connection," in a massive plot to sell OxyContin to celebrity clients.
He and a partner was nabbed in a DEA sting after buying $75,000 worth of the drug (more than 10,000 pills) from an undercover agent.
DEA agents called Jones and his partner the Hollywood Connection because they planned to sell the painkiller throughout Tinseltown.
Jones pleaded guilty to conspiring to deal the drug on Dec. 16th. He posted a $120,000 bond and faces up to two decades in a federal slammer at sentencing this year.
He was written out of Spike TV's series "Blue Mountain State," where he played college football player Craig Shilo, this year.
The drug deal isn't the only blemish on his image.
Just months before his drug plea, Jones and his girlfriend (Karissa Shannon-above), a former Playboy playmate, reportedly negotiated a big-bucks deal to sell their raunchy sex tape on the Internet to Vivid Entertainment.
Michael Corbitt lived a double life. Although he was a police chief in suburban Chicago, Corbitt also spent his entire law enforcement career working for the Mob.
Corbitt was 21 when he joined the Willow Springs, Ill., police force in 1965. A self-described "crooked cop," he went from ignoring the nefarious deeds of "the Outfit" to actively participating in them. Corbitt was the town's police chief from 1973 to 1981, then worked as an investigator for the Cook County Sheriff's Department from 1981 to 1987. But he also moonlighted as a bodyguard, courier and driver for Sam "Momo" Giancana, one of the area's most powerful crime bosses.
When Dianne Masters, a prominent college trustee and the wife of a mob lawyer/fixer (Alan Masters), disappeared in 1982, Corbitt resigned from the police department. Her body was found inside the truck of a Cadillac at the bottom of the Chicago Sanitary and Ship Canal nine months later. Masters' head was crushed and two .22-caliber bullets (fired by police chief Corbitt) were found in her skull. Corbitt and two others, including her husband Alan, were indicted for conspiracy to commit murder in 1988. All three were convicted a year later.
Corbitt was serving a 20-year sentence in the Chicago Metropolitan Correctional Center when he learned that members of the Mob had ordered a hit man to kill him and one of his sons. In response, he became an informant for the F.B.I. Although he faced additional racketeering charges, Corbitt's information and cooperation earned him a reduced sentence. He was paroled in 1998.
Once he got out of the joint, Corbitt joined forces with true crime writer Sam Giancana, the nephew of Momo Giancana, and penned a bestselling tell-all book. "Double Deal: The Inside Story of Murder, Unbridled Corruption and the Cop Who Was a Mobster," was released in 2003. His story also served as the basis for the 1992 TV movie "Deadly Matrimony."
Corbitt died on July 27 of lung cancer. He was 60.
(ROCKEFELLER MURDER LINKED TO SWINGERS NETWORK)
The couple accused of murdering Herman Rockefeller met the millionaire through an underground swingers network.
Investigators have established that Rockefeller (married father of two) attended the Hadfield home of Mario Schembri, 57, and Bernadette Denny, 41, voluntarily on January 21 and will claim he had arranged a sexual liaison.
Evidence that Rockefeller led a double life has emerged, with the businessman advertising for partners through swingers networks for some time.
Homicide detectives have advised the Rockefeller family of the developments and informed them that remains found in a Glenroy backyard on Friday night were those of their missing relative.
Yesterday Rockefeller's brother Robert, speaking on behalf of the family, said that they were devastated by Herman's loss and deeply shocked by the circumstances surrounding his death.
Sources confirmed that the body had been dismembered before being burnt. Tests on the remains are continuing.
Police told a court hearing that Schembri and Denny admitted to being involved in a fight with Rockefeller, which led to his death, as well as assisting or having knowledge of the disposal of his body.
They said that Schembri took police on Friday to the home in View St, Glenroy.
Schembri had lived next door to the property until about a year ago, but returned regularly to continue his business of repairing and selling used cars, which he continued to store on the property where the body was found.
Neighbor Marika Williams said: "(My partner and I) noticed on Australia Day at four in the afternoon there was quite a strong smell but we just assumed it was a barbecue."
Another neighbor spoke of thick smoke coming from a fire in a 44-gallon drum. Yesterday a large patch of burnt grass was visible in the yard where the remains are believed to have been found.
"RICH INTERNATIONAL FUGITIVES WHO HAVE COSMETIC SURGERY TO CHANGE THEIR FACE"
When Underworld superstar (Frank Matthews) also known as the Black Scarface disappeared in the 1970's with $20 million dollars ($50 million in today's dollars) and he was never seen again. 15 of Matthews' lieutenants also disappeared without a trace. It's rumored that a few of them underwent cosmetic surgery (in South America) to change their faces.
In his heyday, Matthews earned $300 million dollars in four years from his illicit empire. He had his cocaine processed in Marseilles, France and his heroin was imported from Turkey and he had direct contact with drug cartels in Latin America.
It's been speculated that he may have gone to South or Latin America to undergo plastic surgery on his face.
In the 70's, this procedure (by a top surgeon) would have cost $3-$5 million dollars.
Today, this procedure has become more sophisticated. Not only do the best black market plastic surgeons change your face, they also erase your fingerprints and they can insert a voice chip to change the sound of your voice.
Wealthy fugitives patronize Brazil and the Dominican Republic for this procedure. There have been situations where rich criminals have handed the surgeon a blank check (to fill in).
Top tier surgeons will perform this procedure for: $20-$25 million dollars (wired into an untraceable bank account). Second tier (less experienced surgeons) will perform this surgery for $5-$10 million, this cheaper procedure doesn't include fingerprint erasing or voice chips.
A Japanese man (Tatsuya Ichihashi) murdered British teacher Lindsay Hawker. He underwent plastic surgery (as shown above) on his face and forehead to make himself unrecognizable and then later spent years on a remote island in Japan before he was arrested.
Ichihashi didn't have his fingerprints erased.
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Edward L. Montoro was a motion picture producer/distributor. He disappeared taking millions from his own company "Film Ventures International." It was speculated that he fled to Mexico but his whereabouts to this day have been undetermined.
Looking for fugitives from justice is, for the police, like big game hunting. It is the quality of the catch which is important, not the number. The targets are white-glove thieves who have stolen important sums of money, important drug traffickers and hired assassins.
Some of these individuals are so dangerous that special assault groups such as the ‘Goes’ have to be called in to pave the way for the investigators.
All the fugitives share a common denominator. They have managed to escape from the police in their own countries and moved to another country to start a new life. And many have chosen the Costa del Sol to do so. A chief inspector from the Organized Crime Unit of Udyco says there are various reasons for this.
The first and most important is that the Costa del Sol has residents of every imaginable nationality. “This allows them to rent a house and live like tourists. But there is also a community in which they can integrate; there are other people from their own country, who speak the same language, and they rarely mix with anyone else," he says.
Just a couple of physical changes are enough to begin their new lives. “They normally change their appearance and their type of clothes. If they used to have a beard, they shave it off, or vice versa," explains the police chief. Some find a document forger who, for about three thousand euros, will provide them with a new identity which allows them to move about freely.
Only a few decide on a more definite type of camouflage and undergo cosmetic surgery to change their face or to erase their fingerprints so they cannot be connected with their previous identity. However, these cases are exceptional.
TRUE CRIME: "SAD & MYSTERIOUS: TRUE AGE & IDENTITY REMAIN A MYSTERY"
"This is the true story of Sharon Marshall, a gifted student in Georgia in the 1980's who lived alone with her father, Warren. Only her name wasn't Sharon and Warren wasn't her father. He was a murderous felon named Franklin Delano Floyd who kidnapped Sharon when she was a toddler and raised her as his daughter. It's a truly remarkable and tragic story, one of the most bizarre in the annals of law enforcement and the missing children movement. Who, in fact, was she?
Michael Anthony Hughes (above) is a missing person who was abducted from Indian Meridian Elementary School in Choctaw, Oklahoma (near Oklahoma City) on September 12, 1994 by Franklin Delano Floyd, who has claimed to be the child's father. Michael has not been seen since the day he was abducted and his current whereabouts remain unknown.
Floyd used the name 'Trenton B. Davis' while living in Oklahoma City. He lived with a little girl who he stated was his daughter "Sharon Marshall."
A Florida murder victim, Cheryl Ann Commesso (who Floyd killed), was a friend of Sharon's; the two had worked together as exotic dancers, though earlier, Sharon had been an excellent student in high school and had been offered a scholarship to college. Floyd and Sharon left Florida after the murder.
By her senior year, Sharon Marshall was among the top students in her class at Forest Park High School near Atlanta, Georgia. She was an avid reader, studied hard, served as a Lt. Colonel in the ROTC, and was focused on winning a full scholarship to Georgia Tech University, where she would study aerospace engineering. No one questioned why this was the fourth high school in the last year alone for this blonde, blue-eyed, and good-natured young woman.
During the subsequent decade, the pair moved around under different aliases until 1988 when Sharon, then aged seventeen, gave birth in Tampa, Florida to her son (also named Michael), whom Floyd claimed as his child. Following Michael's birth, he and Sharon married despite Floyd's previous statement that she was his daughter.
Sharon Marshall's story is one of the most baffling cases in the annals of American law enforcement. Sharon's excellent behavior and grades kept anyone from examining the stranger aspects and conflicting stories of her personal life. She insisted that she arrive home by 4:30 PM every evening to cook, clean, and care for her ailing father.
She told some her mother had died of cancer, and others she was killed in a car accident. The provocative clothes she wore did not match her wholesome persona. Sharon was carrying horrible secrets about the murderous felon predator she called her father. In truth, she knew little of her past, real parents, or the very different life she could have led.
She was unable to escape the man who raised her as his daughter. If Sharon made a friend, or if questions were raised about, the father and daughter they changed identities and moved - to Oklahoma City, Ok; Louisville, KY; Atlanta, GA; Phoenix, AZ; Tampa/St. Petersburg, FL, New Orleans, LA, and Tulsa, OK - keeping Sharon isolated.
Before the Missing Children Act of 1982 was signed into law, missing children were not considered a government priority, and there was no national registry for local governments to share information about children lost and found. A dedicated FBI agent and law enforcement officials, reveal Sharon's story and the heinous crimes committed by her "father," Franklin Delano Floyd.
In 1990, while she and Floyd were both wanted for questioning in the Commesso case, Sharon herself was killed in a hit-and-run accident in Oklahoma. Although Floyd was the prime suspect for the crime, he was never formally charged.
He disappeared soon after Sharon 's death, leaving a two-year-old Michael in the care of social services. After being placed with foster parents, it was found Michael was developmentally delayed and prone to emotional problems although he made progress over time.
Floyd was eventually arrested and tried, in 2002, for the murder of Cheryl Ann Commesso, for which he was sentenced to death.
"A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING"
Rev. Thomas Streitferdt, 59, a white Pastor in charge of the mostly black 700-member True Church of God in Harlem, was charged with rape and sodomy of two young sisters (ages 14 and 16) in his congregation.
Law enforcement officials charge that Streitferdt told females worshippers that they could end up in hell if they refused his sexual advances, and raped at least one woman during premarital counseling.... Members were told that if they were not buried under church auspices at an additional fee in the church cemetery that "they would not go to heaven."
In the late 80's, Rev. Thomas Steitferdt was convicted of raping one parishioner and sexually abusing two others and was described as a "wolf in sheep's clothing." He was sentenced to serve 7 to 21 years in prison for the attacks.
His black wife Lucille (above) and their two daughters sat in the packed courtroom of New York Supreme Court.
The judge said: "In all outward appearances he is a model citizen. There is, however, a dark side to the defendant. The three women were betrayed by him and violated sexually and emotionally."
Before his downfall, the minister and his wife lived a lavish lifestyle. They resided in baronial splendor in a mansion in Long Island with expensive cars in the garage.
One victim filed a $60 million dollar lawsuit and a second victim filed a $150 million dollar lawsuit.
"FIRE CAPTAIN INDICTED ON MULTIPLE SEXUAL ASSAULTS WITH UNDERAGE GIRL"
A longtime Atlantic City Fire Department captain was indicted Wednesday on multiple sexual assault charges involving a teenaged girl.
The 13-count indictment alleged that Roderick Knox, 44, of Egg Harbor Township committed various sexual acts on a 15-year-old girl who was in his care on multiple dates in August 2010, according to an Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office news release.
The incident was reported to the Department of Youth and Family Services, which then contacted the prosecutor's office.
The charges include first-degree aggravated sexual assault, second-degree endangering the welfare of a child and third-degree aggravated criminal sexual contact.
Knox was arrested Feb. 18 by the prosecutor's office Special Victims Unit and the Egg Harbor Township Police Department.
Knox, an 18-year veteran of the Fire Department, was taken into custody in February at Fire Station 5.
Conviction of a first-degree offense can result in a sentence of up to 20 years in prison and a $200,000 fine; a second-decree crime up to 10 years and a $150,000 fine and a third-degree offense up to five years and a $15,000 fine.
"SERIAL RAPIST & MURDERER"
Troy Graves (born May 4, 1972) is a serial rapist and murderer of Shannon Schieber. He was charged with a series of robberies in Philadelphia between 1997 and 1999. He also was accused of rapes in Fort Collins, Colorado, in 2001, where he was ultimately arrested in 2002. He is presently serving a life sentence in the Sterling Correctional Facility in Sterling, Colorado for attempted robbery.
Troy Graves was born to Earl and Michal Graves in Minnesota. He grew up in New York and Pennsylvania, living with his mother and older brother, Marc, following his parents' divorce in 1986. He dropped out of Bensalem High School in 1989 and worked various jobs in the Philadelphia area while living in the neighborhoods of West Philadelphia and Center City.
His whereabouts were unknown throughout July-October 1999, when he reported for basic training at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas. Following training, he was assigned to F.E. Warren Air Force Base in Cheyenne, Wyoming in April 2000 as a maintenance worker on missile silos.
In March 2001, Graves was married in Larimer County, Colorado and the couple later settled into a home a few blocks west of the Colorado State University campus in Fort Collins.
On April 23, 2002, Fort Collins police arrested Graves for a series of six rapes near Colorado State University. Graves' mother's DNA matched that of the Center City rapist and that left at Schieber's murder scene, a link made in May 2001 that had led law enforcement in both states to work together to create a list of individuals who had connections in Fort Collins and Philadelphia. Fort Collins authorities also linked Graves' mother to at least one of the Colorado crimes through fingerprint evidence.
Graves pleaded guilty to a Fort Collins robbery on May 17, 2002 and to the Philadelphia crimes on May 30, 2002, in order to prevent a possible death sentence in Philadelphia. He was sentenced to life in prison without possibility of parole in both states, but will serve his time in Colorado because he pleaded guilty there first.
"CHURCH DEACON LED DOUBLE LIFE AS MURDEROUS CRIME BOSS & PIMP"
Stacie Happel moved into her newly purchased three-bedroom Milwaukee home in August 2005 with a list of projects.
First order of business: Get rid of those two unsightly concrete slabs in the backyard. So she put her boyfriend to work.
After smashing through 14 inches of concrete, he came across a blue tarp and underneath that, bones.
The previous owner of the W. Fiebrantz Ave. home had placed pit bull kennels on those slabs, but these were no dog bones.
Detectives called to the scene found a partially decomposed body bound in duct tape and kitchen wrap, the hands and feet tied with rope. They also found something puzzling in the grave: a tattered camisole.
DNA tests would reveal the corpse was an Illinois drug dealer who had disappeared six years earlier. He was last seen on his way to make a big drug score with the owner of the house on Fiebrantz, Michael Lock.
Under the next slab, detectives found another dead drug dealer, who also had done business with the owner of that house.
Just who was Michael Lock?
It turned out police knew him – but not well enough.
Over 10 years, Lock had emerged as one of the leading criminal operators in the city, while authorities failed to connect the dots. Police amassed files that showed he built a diverse crime network around drug dealing, mortgage fraud, armed robbery and prostitution.
At least four separate law enforcement agencies had investigated Lock – with little idea what the others were doing.
Sheriff’s commanders shut down a two-year investigation into Lock with no charges filed. A top prosecutor who would go on to become district attorney let Lock go after cops found a loaded Glock in his car. And the FBI allowed Lock to earn his freedom as an informant who fed them competitors and lesser crime figures.
Authorities only began to understand the full extent of Lock’s criminal empire once Happel’s boyfriend took a sledgehammer to those ugly concrete slabs.
Until then, Lock lived a double life. He served as a preacher and deacon at his grandfather’s church, bringing prostitutes with him to services and stopping there to pray before robberies. He ran legitimate-looking businesses, such as a home-repair company and a barbershop.
Lock, now 38, admits dealing drugs but said he is no killer, pimp or crime boss – just a very good businessman
“I wasn’t made to do manual labor. I was made to think. That’s what I did, and it paid off,” Lock said in a pair of extensive jailhouse interviews. “I made enough money to where I would be a fool to do what they said I did.”
Lock’s associates say he combined charm and business savvy with a discipline and viciousness that made him an effective crime boss.
“There was nothing we couldn’t do,” said Louis Jackson, one of Lock’s top lieutenants.
“We felt we could be as strong as Al Capone. Why? Because we had Michael Lock, and Michael Lock knew every (expletive) thing.”
Lock still faces charges that he orchestrated a major prostitution ring, and investigators are trying to determine whether the two victims unearthed on Fiebrantz represented the start of his murderous ways.
“We think there are more bodies out there,” Milwaukee County District Attorney John Chisholm said.
At 8, Lock delivered his first sermon at his grandfather’s Unity Gospel House of Prayer. He preached about how people sin but God always forgives.
Those in the pews saw in him the same gift they saw in his grandfather, Elbridge Lock.
The boy moved them – and would again and again as he rose to preach before the growing congregation.
Armed with deepening knowledge of Scripture, Lock felt at ease in the pulpit, even as a boy. He believed he was born to lead.
Lock became the man of the house early on, despite having an older brother. His father, a garbage hauler and tannery worker, was hooked on drugs and in prison when his son gave that first sermon in 1979.
In 1987, when Lock was 16, his father died of an overdose.
He grew closer to his grandfather, who rose from uneducated, rural Arkansas roots and founded the black church in Milwaukee where Lock preached.
The young Lock believed he, too, would accomplish great things.
Lock went to work soon after his father’s death. He became the first black employee at Bagley’s Men’s Wear, where his grandfather shopped.
At first he worked as a security guard. But Lock began chatting about clothes with customers waiting for a salesman. His initiative caught the owner’s attention. Lock soon was learning the clothing business – how to chalk suit pants, suggest colors and close a sale.
In his spare time, on the basketball courts around the family home on N. 19th St., he played shooting guard and developed a lethal jump shot.
He was lights-out with the girls, too.
Lock mesmerized them at school, in church and at the mall. He whispered in their ears, brought them flowers, held the door and respected their parents. He had sex for the first time in the seventh grade.
At Madison High School, Lock sang in the choir and was elected to the homecoming court. But basketball trumped everything. Throwing around his 5-foot, 11-inch frame, he was known to dish out more than a few tough fouls.
At age 17, he got his own place and married his girlfriend – four months before graduating from high school in 1989. The wedding was in the family church with his grandfather presiding. The marriage wouldn’t last.
A son was born nine months later. Michael Jr. would be the first of five children – by four different women. Two others also are named after him, a daughter, Michael Sedan, and another son, Sir Michael.
After graduating from high school, Lock took cosmetology classes and started to deal drugs.
He didn’t get a degree, but by 1994 he had a four-chair barbershop, the Fresh Look, on N. Teutonia Ave. He built a clientele of police officers and churchgoers.
He wasn’t satisfied being a popular barber and small-time dealer.
Lock figured he could make a lot of money focusing on bigger drug deals. But he needed a partner to launch the new operation.
Louis Jackson learned the drug trade working for Jerry Walker, boss of the ruthless 2-7 gang that used shootings, beatings and intimidation to control the crack cocaine trade on Milwaukee’s north side.
By the mid-1990s, Walker was locked up for life. Jackson, a machine-shop foreman, began arranging his own drug deals.
Jackson knew of Lock from high school basketball games.
Later, the pair of drug dealers saw each other at a bar. Lock invited Jackson to his barbershop for a cut. Jackson stopped in several times. They didn’t talk drugs, not right away.
Jackson happened to be at Fresh Look the day a guy barged in and accused Lock of having sex with his girlfriend. The two men started fighting. Jackson jumped in to help Lock. They beat the guy unconscious, cementing their friendship.
Jackson was attracted to Lock’s methodical planning and focus. That meant no booze, no late nights and no drug use for themselves.
He took note of how Lock thought two or more moves ahead and never told anyone everything he was doing.
“That way, if somebody broke into our organization, such as the police or other informant, Michael Lock knew who said what,” Jackson said. “He never would forget what he told you.”
Lock owned and bred dozens of pit bulls. Jackson built pens for Lock’s basement dogfights. Five of those dogs were kept at the Fiebrantz house. One neighbor described them as looking like Satan’s dogs.
Jackson and Lock went fishing together, and Jackson attended Lock’s church.
Lock came to trust Jackson enough to plug him into other parts of the criminal enterprise.
Lock made tens of thousands of dollars in individual drug deals, but he wanted more. He began to plot ways to rip off other drug dealers.
He arranged meetings on his turf with dealers. Once there, Lock’s men would strip them of their drugs and cash. Few drug dealers would even attempt such bold, risky work. But Lock was confident he could get away with it. And it meant a much bigger profit.
Lock began to branch out into other areas. He formed his own home-repair business and started buying up houses. He funneled thousands in cash from his drug and robbery operations through those businesses.
If that weren’t enough, Lock’s prostitution operation was stretching across the Midwest, prosecution files show.
The prostitutes lived with Lock and his girlfriend, Shalanda Mason, his top earner who went by the nickname “Pleasure.”
Lock reportedly dispatched his girls to strip clubs in Illinois, Nebraska, Indiana and Minnesota.
Lock’s girls were under orders to earn at least $10,000 each trip by selling sex at nearby hotels.
In addition to being his most prolific prostitute, Shalanda was a business-savvy leader in Lock’s machine, according to prosecution filings and testimony. One client alone paid her $150,000 for sex over a five-year period, records show. She is charged with 10 felony prostitution counts and has pleaded not guilty. Lock married Shalanda, his third wife, in 2006.
Sad-eyed and quiet, Shalanda often visits her husband in jail, always with a Bible. They read it together, separated by glass.
Lock denies he would ever pimp her.
The evidence shows he did that – and worse.
It shows he used her as bait to take a man’s money, his drugs and his life.
Felipe Melendez-Rivas, the Illinois drug dealer who disappeared in 1999, met Lock through a friend.
At 6-feet-6, he was called Mondo by associates.
Lock did several big drug deals with Mondo, 27. Shalanda was present a couple times, and Mondo couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Lock saw an opening, a chance to exploit weakness.
He plotted to rob Mondo. But it wouldn’t end there.
Lock ordered his uncle, Carl “Uncle Ed” Davis, and another in his crew, Frisco Richardson, to dig a hole behind the house on Fiebrantz Ave.
Richardson was told the hole was for a dog kennel slab. That didn’t make sense; it was too deep.
Richardson got in the hole.
“I hope I am not digging my own grave,” he joked.
Lock and Uncle Ed laughed. Then Lock ordered them to make the hole bigger.
Lock set up a transaction with Mondo. He would pay $750,000 for 110 pounds of cocaine. Lock promised that after the deal, Mondo could have sex with Shalanda.
Mondo met Lock at the Cracker Barrel just off I-94 in Kenosha. The Illinois dealer showed up with the cocaine in a box and a bouquet for Shalanda. He kissed her hand.
Afterward, Mondo and Shalanda rode together up to Milwaukee. They went straight to Lock’s house on Fiebrantz.
Lock and the muscle of his group, Donald “Killer Coop” Cooper, secretly followed in another car.
Shalanda had stripped down to her underwear, and Mondo was half-dressed when Lock and Cooper crashed through the front and back doors.
They tackled Mondo. Cooper bashed him in the head with a gun. They tied the dealer up with duct tape. And then they suffocated him.
They took back their cash and wrapped the body in kitchen plastic wrap. The corpse went into a closet.
A couple of days later, Lock and his uncle dumped Mondo’s body in the backyard grave.
Before they threw on the dirt, Lock tossed in Shalanda’s camisole.
Then Davis sealed the tomb in more than a foot of concrete.
Mondo was buried in August 1999. By that time, Lock already had been under investigation for six months. But his criminal operations wouldn’t end anytime soon. A second murder and a second concrete slab would follow.
"SATANIST TRIED TO USE MARILYN MONROE & BLACK MILLIONAIRESS TO ENHANCE IMAGE"
In 1948 a 18-year-old (Satanist) named Anton Lavey (1st pic) was hired to play organ at the Mayan burlesque theater in Los Angeles. There he met a young stripper named Marilyn Monroe, with whom he had a passionate love affair in the period before her rise to film stardom. According to Lavey, Monroe had resorted to stripping to pay her rent. As proof of his relationship with Monroe, Lavey later showed visitors a copy of Monroe's famous nude calendar inscribed "Dear Tony, How many times have you seen this! Love, Marilyn."
REALITY: Anton Lavey never knew Marilyn Monroe. Monroe intimate Robert Slatzer and Harry Lipton, Monroe's agent in 1948, have exposed and discredited this tale. Lipton paid Monroe's expenses, including her rent. Paul Valentine, director of the Mayan Theater, has stated that the Mayan was never a burlesque theater, and that neither Monroe nor Lavey ever worked for the Mayan in any capacity. Diane LaVey, Lavey's former wife, has admitted that she forged the "Monroe" inscription on the calendar. Lavey's former publicist Edward Webber claims Lavey's admitted he never knew Monroe.
Anton Lavey purchased the house at 6114 California Street (which would later become the headquarters of the Church of Satan-the infamous "Black House") because he discovered on first inspection that it was the former mansion of Barbary Coast millionairess-Mary Ellen Pleasant. The house was honeycombed with trapdoors and secret passageways, built by Pleasant to elude police raids.
REALITY: 6114 was Lavey's parents' home. Mary Ellen Pleasant never lived there; her mansion was located on Octavia Street. Lavey's parents first allowed Lavey and his first wife Carole to live in the house, then transferred ownership of it to Lavey and his second wife Diane in 1971. Such secret passages and hidden rooms that exist were constructed by Lavey.