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Hi everyone, I'm Talia and I'm Tanya, and together we are Crimes and
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Are you ready for this week's episode? Damn? This story I was
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this is about Christopher Wilder, and I told you about him like a couple
of years ago. I read two books on him. He's got the Moniker
of Beauty Queen Killer. It was a seven week time span when he hunted,
captured, tortured, and killed eight different women across the United States.
But many of you might know about him because when I did that one episode
of the Wanda Beach Murders, it was an Australian one, right, Yes,
yes, Christopher Wilder lived near there at the time, and so some
people think that was an unsolved case, that maybe he had something to do
with it. Maybe maybe I don't know. I haven't solved it yet.
It's on my list. Even though we know he killed eight different women,
there's a lot of stuff we don't know, and he took those secrets with
him because he died before anything could really be revealed. Summer. Yeah,
but we know a lot, Okay, okay, But when you know a
lot, and there's a lot of shit to know, there's a lot of
shit you don't know when someone dies. Let me just give you a little
background. Christopher Wylder was born in March thirteenth, nineteen forty five and Sydney
Australia. His father was an American naval officer and his mother was Australian.
He almost died at birth, but he ended up recovering. And then he
almost drowned in the swimming pool when he was two. Oh my gosh.
His childhood was stable. He came from a good family. That is one
thing that I know. He came from a good family. But he was
like a weirdo from a young age. I'm just being honest with everybody.
He did window peaking, oh geez. And his adolescence. He had blonde
hair, he was blue eyed, he was charming. He seemed not threatening,
but that wasn't even close to who he really was. One of the
first big things that is noted in Chris's history as at a young age he
demonstrated signs of sexual abyrance. He was involved in this gang rape on a
sea beach at the age of seventeen. Seriously, it was one of those
situations where he's at a beach, he's a good looking he's with his friends,
there's these girls. There was an incident that happened with the girl,
and he told the girl that if she had sex with him, he'd protect
her from the other teenagers who were holding her captive, promising he wouldn't let
anybody bother her, and she was really desperate, so she agreed, and
then he laughed because he broke his word. He raped her, and he
had some friends. It was really his friends that were there with him,
and they say he was the leader of it. Really, So there's different
versions of how this went down, but in the end he pled guilty and
got a year of probation. Seriously, a year probabrobation. So basically,
you had a girl in a car that got raped at the beach. He
had to go to counseling. During his counseling sessions, his therapist learned that
he had some really disturbing fantasies of rape. Yeah, I'm not surprised.
So he was given electric shock treatments. What absolutely, oh god, oh
my god. I was back in the day, the sixties. Right,
It was just an attempt to help him refocus his energy. Yeah, you
know, nothing like an electric shock therapy to help you refocus. What the
fuck? He seemed normal on the surface, That's what I was telling you,
Right, he's a good looking guy. He's hanging out of the beach.
He liked to serve, but he had really dark thoughts when it came
to women, and he had OCD. He would wash his hands until they
were raw. He would drink gallons of water each day, like he was
cleansing himself from the inside and out. He's a little bit weird. Yeah.
In nineteen sixty eight, he was twenty three years old and they got
married. So almost immediately, his new wife found a pair of another woman's
underwear and pornographic photos in his car. Oh boy. She also accused him
of sexually abusing her, raping her, and claimed he tried to kill her
and that marriage did not last but a couple of weeks. Yeah, no,
shit, right. I mean, if you're finding that stuff the first
week, a couple of weeks you're married, Yeah, yeah, yeah,
it probably doesn't lean to a happy mayor. Now. I can't imagine.
The next year, twenty four year old Chris emigrated to the US because I
remember he's also a US citizen his dad who was from the US, and
he moved to Boynton Beach, Laura, Oh sounds nice. He made a
fortune in construction. He developed a construction company and started doing real estate.
He made a lot like he was a very successful businessman. He purchased a
customized Porsche ninety one one nice and he raised it. He had a speedboat
and a really nice bachelor pad, like he is living it up. Yeah,
So why are you going to be such a fucking weirdo? Right right?
I don't know. I don't know. There's always some girl that's gonna
latch onto it, right guy. Of course, beautiful girls, because it's
about power, yeah, that's true, and control and control. He also
took an interest in photography, and he bought really expensive, high end cameras.
This was a hobby of his, but it was really just a way
to laura beautiful women back to his home and take pictures of them. Gross
creepy. Yes. I remember being at a mall and having some old,
creepy guy tell me that I should be a model and he had a camera
on why yeah, go back to him place, and I'm like, no,
oh, I didn't fall for the ship. Yeah. Chris bend his
time prowling South Florida beaches in search of women he could solicit. In nineteen
seventy one, and keep in mind, he's twenty six, he was arrested
on Pompano Beach for demanding that two young women pose nude for him. Now,
remember what I was talking about, the Wanda Beach murders. There were
a couple guys that were approaching them and stuff, and that's why they think
that. You know, he lived in that same area at the same time,
and he'd already raped somebody, so maybe maybe I don't know. In
nineteen seventy four, now he's twenty nine, he convinced a girl to come
back to his house under the promise that she would get a modeling contract.
Oh no, Instead he drugged him raped her. But he didn't do any
prison time for any of these crimes. Believe it or not, he always
seemed to get away with it without any consequences. Chris' actions only became more
sordid. In nineteen eighty two, he was visiting his parents in Sydney,
and now he's thirty seven, so who knows what the fuck he did In
between? He adopted two fifteen year old girls, forced them to get naked,
took pornographic photos of them. He ended up getting arrested and charged with
kidnapping and sexual assault, but Australian authorities released him on three hundred and seventy
six thousand dollars in American dollars bail and his parents posted the bond. He
left Australia. Guess what he didn't. He just like, fuck, I'm
out of here, and he went back to Florida. He promised his parents,
I will return for that trial. I really will. Well, you're
not gonna lose all that money, fike, And that was scheduled for April
of nineteen eighty four. When Chris was back in Florida, he continued being
successful. Just looking at Chris from the outside, you'd see the single man
that women would find attractive. He owned his own home now, he hit
a swimming pool, a thriving business, and raced cars with a boat.
He's good, you know, it seems like his guy ball. Yeah.
I mean some people think he's good looking. I don't. I don't think
it's good looking. But that's fine. He's six feet tall with this mustache.
It's very well trimmed. But there was something that turned women off about
Chris because you're like, what's the problem. You were saying earlier, what's
the problem, because it's fucking weird. Yeah, because lots of them wanted
to be his friend. But really not many wanted to go on dates with
him. Maybe they wanted to use his boat, maybe riding that fast car,
maybe swimming with his pool. Yeah, they didn't want to kiss them.
They didn't want to date in no, because he's creepy. Maybe it
was a six months or a good feeling. I don't know that he was
a little dangerous. But he finally met a woman that he saw completely perfect
for him. Her name was Beth Canyon, and she was twenty one and
he's went thirty something. Yes, he's thirty seven. Oh boy. She
met him at the Miss Florida Beauty pageant. Oh Chris introduced himself as a
professional photographers. He had an expensive came around his neck and he was taking
pictures of all the contestants. But Beth and Chris were never really a couple,
at least not the way he had hoped it would be. For one
thing, she's sixteen years younger than him, and she was already dating a
lot of other guys. She considered him to be really just a friend,
but he he didn't see it that way. You know, that's where he's
the weirdo part. That's the weirdo part. He was infatuated with Beth.
He asked Beth to marry him. Wow, and they'd only known each other
briefly at the time. She didn't realize when she told him no, like
this would really devastate him, because she's thinking to herself, I barely know
that I'm dating other people. Yeah, she's got a normal furea old guy
with a receding hairline. Like okay, like nothing. No. Beth continued
to be friends with Chris, and she did try him as a friend.
She was totally oblivious to the fact he was obsessed with her, even though
he did ask her to marry him. Yeah. I think she thought he
got over it. At the age of thirty nine, Chris arranged to race
his Porsche in the nineteen eighty four Miami Grand Prix during the last week of
February. He had this dark sports car number fifty one, and that was
familiar to race fans as Chris was too, because I told you he was
all over the ing February twenty six. He was seen around the track and
so was a woman named twenty one year old Rosario Chari I think was what
she went by Gonzalez. Rosario was pretty dark eyed girl. With dreams that
succeeding as a model, She among several other attractive women, were hired by
a pharmaceutical company to pass out free samples of a new pill containing aspirin to
racing fans. Get some pretty girls, yeah, give him some aspirin to
hand out to people. Would you like sample of this new crowd? Huk
what company? God bless the US and I love the eighties. Man Rozara
left her home in Homestead, Florida, drove north for twenty three miles and
arrived at the parking lot of a hotel close to the race track. She
picked up her tray of samples at the pharmacutical company's tent at about eight thirty
in the morning, and it was a Sunday. It was shortly after one
pm when Rosario dropped her sample tray at the company tent, saying she was
going to take a lunch break and then she'd be right back. But she
never came back. Oh. Rosario told her parents she'd probably be home for
supper in Homestead between six and seven PM that Sunday. When she wasn't there
by nine, they were worried to the point that they called the Florida highway
patrol, you know, see if her car broke down or some accident or
something like that. When she wasn't home by three am, they knew something
was really, really wrong. I mean, she loved her home, she
had a fiancee, she was in love with. I mean, she's planning
her wedding. There's no reason for her to runaway. So something bad had
to have happened, and I'm sure she would have called to right exactly.
Miami homicide detectives were put on the case, but they had very few witnesses
who remembered seeing her. On that Sunday afternoon, one of the other models
who handed out aspirin said that she and her mother had seen Rosario. They
said she was following a man or maybe walking behind him in a crowd.
He was white, he looked as if he was in his late thirties,
and there wasn't a lot to go on. They did a sketch of him,
and then it was distributed to the media that Miami Harold printed a story
about Rosario's disappearance, and a scattering of sightings trickled in. A man from
Pompino Turnpike called police to say he'd seen a girl resembling her jumping out of
a car near the turnpike of some plaza and that she was running and there
were two men chase after caught her. It looked like there was a struggle
with her and they were beating her and they forced her back into the car.
The motor said that he filed their car and it turned off on to
some exit for Boca Ratan, and he managed to get the last three numbers
of the license plate, but that wasn't much help. And my question is
why did he wait till the story came out? Yeah? Right, maybe
he went to the police, and then maybe he went to the Miami Herald.
On Monday, March fifth, only a week after Rosario's disappearance, Bath
didn't come home to see the apartment she shared with her roommate. The roommate
assumed she was most like maybe at her parents' house. She wasn't really worried
until someone at her work, she worked at this high school, called asking
why Bath hadn't come in. Bath worked at the high school. The roommate
then called best parents and learned they hadn't seen her, and they notified the
Metro Dade County Police. There was three days that passed with no word from
On Thursday, March eleventh, Bass Chrysler convertible that was the car she'd driven
away from the high school in It was found at a parking lot at the
Miami International Airport. When police did some research and investigation, they didn't see
Bass's name listed on any flights going out of Miami for any of the days
that she'd been missing, or even a little before or anything. So the
Kenyans that's Bass family. They hired a private investigator. Best photograph became really
familiar to the people that lived in southern Florida. One man who learned she
was missing worked at the service station in Coral Gables and that's where she usually
bought her gas. He remembered the last time he's seen her. It was
Monday, March eighth, shortly before his shift ended, at three pm.
She'd been driving her convertible and she was talking with a man who drove a
Cadillac Eldorado. The attendant recalled the conversation to investigators, So, I guess
he's like listening, she's dropping used and she was asking, am I dressed
all right? Who will be taking my picture? And then he said that
he went to go cleaner windshield and she said, don't worry about that.
I'm late for the airport. So that's what the switness says. It's weird.
It is weird. She's just going to the airport and didn't tell anybody,
right, According to the service station attendant, the man in the cattle
I paid for her gas and he followed her car out of the station,
And that was the last reported sighting of Bath. Her mother went through all
of her photo albums and took out pictures that she could show to the gas
station attendant just to make sure like this was really Bath, just to see
if the attendant recognized any of best friends or any anybody else in all these
pictures that were close to Bath. Yeah, and she was surprised when he
pointed out Chris as being the man on the Cadillact that day. Oh shit.
Best mom remembered a little bit about Chris, knew that Beth considered him
a friend, and knew that he gave her some unexpected proposal, but never
thought that he would be an abductor because he seemed polite and sweet. One
time. He even joined the family for a dinner. When the police reached
out to Chris. He said he had known Bath, but he hadn't seen
her in a while. Of course, while he said he couldn't have possibly
been whether at the gas station on Monday because he was busy at working,
he's up her ass every other day. But yeah, remember he's still stopping
out. She doesn't even know it. He called bass parents and reassured them
that he would fully cooperate with the investigators. But that's when the investigators started
digging into Chris's past. They learned he wasn't anything like the perfect gentleman he
claimed to be, no record, And then when they learned that he drove
a race car, they started thinking about Rosario, Oh how she disappeared,
And they dug a little more. They found out that Chris was there with
his sports car that weekend, and then they're like, ding ding, ding,
ding ding, something's going on. There's no such thing as a coincidence
right now when it comes to serial killers. No. Another photographer who'd been
at the Grand Prix that weekend told detectives that Chris had presented himself as a
photographer as well as a contractor and a race car driver. He is a
jack of all training. One step shop. He had a very expensive camera
around his neck. On that Sunday, he saw Chris walk past the pharmaceutical
company's tent, and this other photographer vividly remembered that Chris stared openly at the
girls we were handing out the free samples of asking Oh no, of course
he was, because he's gross. He could place Chris within ten feet of
Rosario before she disappeared. Investigators were now sure Chris was responsible for both disappearances.
And we're on Monday, March twelfth. Now investigators invested his construction company
in plain clothes. Yeah, harmless, We're just here to be friends.
And I asked you some questions, and they asked some questions. Chris told
him the same story. You'd been working that Monday when Beth was last seen.
He even had a fellow employee given an alibi, and it was kind
of weird. He said, Chris is always down in Boca in the morning,
then back here in the afternoon. He's always here in the afternoon.
That was the alibi. Always, She's just always here there. Yeah,
that's salad. However, the man who gave Chris his alibi also blurted out
something about quote a girl's car found at the airport, and then acted as
if he wanted to take it back. That's what you told me, wasn't
it. Chris? Oh, Chris is like what looked at him with daggers?
Shut your mouth I was talking about? Chris answered, yes, her
mother told me that, but when investigators checked with bass mom, she never
told him anything about that, not to mention that was in. The police
had cho wasn't to keep quiet, you know, keep some info quiet so
they can weed out those people that randomly confess the murders that didn't do it.
Yet, Chris knew exactly where baths convertible had been found, and so
did his employee. Yeah, how would he know. The police found it
very difficult to receive a search warrant because they didn't feel like they had enough
probable cause. They had no blood, no signs of struggle, no bullet
fragments, no torn clothing or anything that even suggested that Bath was dead.
Yeah. In the meantime, Chris is still seeing a counselor because he's on
probation, and he failed to show up for an appointment Thursday, March fifteenth.
Instead, he had to do the ocean and he went to the Daytona
Beach motel and checked in. He was gonna creep up and down that sandy
strip and talk to women he met there because he is a PERV. That's
when he met fifteen year old Colleen or is born. But before I tell
you more about what happened with Colleen, We're gonna take a quick break.
Um we're back. Fifteen year old Colleen Orsbourne disappeared in Daytona at Daytona Beach
that same day. No one could say it was Chris for sure, it
was responsible for her vanishing, but her body was never found. Oh On
Friday, the Miami Herald broke the story about the race car driver who was
a suspect in the disappearance of both Beth and Rosario. They did everything but
print his name and a picture of him, and this freaked him. They'll
fuck out, He's like, fuck quietly. Chris withdrew his savings from the
bank account, using some of the money to purchase a nineteen seventy three Chrysler
New Yorker that had very low mileage. Then he took his three big dogs
to a kennel and he left them there before taking off and getting the fuck
out of South Florida. Chris was now and with a plan, and it
wasn't a good plan. He was gonna target amateur models at shows in the
malls of America. He thought would be models and starlets would be more vulnerable
because of their ambition, and his goal was to take full advantage of them.
Fuck his construction company house and his poogle and his boat. He's going
to take off in his fucking car, yea, with his life savings,
just to be a weirdow. He was immaculately dressed, with a neatly trimmed
beard, and he blended in the crowds. And if you see pictures of
him, looks like an ordinary guy. Ye It just looks a regular guy.
But when you like hear about him, and then all of a sudden
you look at him, You're like, yeah, he's definitely a fucking creep.
I should have saw that he's a creep. He had fake business cards
all set up. He was a representative of a modeling agency, and as
I said, he's got that expensive camera and he's got it strapped around his
neck and he was just smiling and her to these models playing the cards.
So gross, I know, say, Patrick's day found Chris one hundred miles
north of Woynton Beach at a shopping mall on Merritt Island. I don't know
where that is. I think so in Florida. Teresa Ferguson. She was
twenty one. She was a step daughter of a police captain in Indian Harbor.
Teresa hoped to become a model, and she was certainly very, very
beautiful. She had huge brown eyes, big smile, and a lot of
thick, dark hare. She took her time shopping in the mall that Saturday
afternoon. At some point she was approached by a man, a creeper with
sandy hair and a very neat beard. Shoppers in the mall would recall seeing
her talking to him. She didn't seem alarmed. She was actually smiling and
nodding because he's probably telling her how beautiful you are. Oh yeah, you
should be a model. And coincidentally, I'm a photographer looking for models.
My job, my job. In a seemingly unconnected incident, a man whose
car was struck in the sand near West Coco Beach had to call a tow
truck that day. It was sometime between three and three pm when there was
this call for a tow truck to come in. The truck driver responded to
find a man about forty balding with a nice short trim beard. He had
a nineteen seventy three Chrysler and he was trapped along a local road known as
Lover's Lane. The man said his trunk was locked and he didn't have a
key, but that he didn't have anything in there. Could they get him
out. He's just stuck and he just needs help getting out. He doesn't
can't get any tools to get himself out. It was what he's saying about
the trunk. Okay, he's gotten you know, I can't get in it,
but there's nothing in there that would help me. The Chrysler ended up
coming out of the sand easily enough. He paid the toe truck driver and
he drove to his Coco Beach motel, where he didn't check in in his
real name but instead used his poor business partner's name. Fucker, it's like
me signing it Tanya, Tanya, isn't it Tanya? Of course? Teresa
Ferguson never returned home, and her parents reported her missing. Marched twentieth three
days later, about two hundred and fifty miles away in Tallahassee, a nineteen
year old Florida State University student named Jie Lennox. She was shopping because we
all like to go to those shop at the Governor's Square Mall. She was
slim and blonde. She looked like she'd be a model, and this guy
walked up to her and held out his business guard. Hey, here you
go. At first, according to witnesses, Joe was startled, but not
afraid. She's just like, well, what, Yeah. He explained that
he was a professional photographer, and then he couldn't help but notice that she
had the kind of beauty that modeling agencies were looking for. Jill smiled but
shook her head when he offered her a job. He told her that she
was perfect. He had everything back at a studio. She's interested. Yeah,
come on, I'm right, let's let's do this now. Yeah,
let's just now drop everything, But she wasn't interested. He said okay,
and he kind of accepted the defeat, but told her that he took some
shots of her as she was walking, and he offered to send them to
her if he could use them later on. So he wanted her address.
He told her that he had some release forms back in his car. Jez,
he has everything just parked right outside the entrance. Come on to my
car and sign it. H come on, Jill thought, that seems safe
enough. Like, I'm not going to his studio. I'm just gonna go
out into a parking lot in the middle of the day and yeah, in
them all and it was probably hundreds of people. It's broad daylight. So
she said okay, and she walked with him to the car, which wasn't
parked nearby like he had described. They talked casually as they strolled towards the
car, and when they got there, he lifted the trunk lid and he
was rummaging around looking for the release of hers in his trunk. Suddenly he
turned and his arm just shot out rapidly. He closed fist hit her in
the STOMACHO. Yeah, knocked the wind out of her. An instant later,
she felt this blow to her head and she was all dizzy. Before
she could gather her wit to run or fight, this guy was lifting her
off her feet and tossing her into the trunk. Then he slammed the lid
down and she was just stuck in the darkness, just tossed around as the
car rushed out of the parking lot of the mall. Damn. After several
minutes, the car stopped, the trunk opened. They were in the country
somewhere, but Jill didn't get a long time to really look around. He
then tied her hands and feet, and he put a gag over her mouth,
and then he closed the trunk again. When the trunk lid finally opened
again, it was dark outside, and all she could see was his blurred
shape and there was that creepy guy, Chris. Chris forced her to crawl
and wiggle into a sleeping bag and he zipped it completely around her head.
Oh man, she's gagged and tied up and threw her over his shoulder like
basically sacked potatoes. She's, like I said, gagged. She couldn't make
any noise for anyone to hear her. And he tossed her roughly into the
bad of the motel. So he's scatter in a really he's in some country
motel? Yeah, and hervas Yeah it is because it doesn't look like you
got a person in that sleeping bag, right, weird really heavy sleeping bag.
They're Jill underwent a terrible ordeal of sexual sadism. Because Chris was a
sexual sadist. She was raped and subjected to every variation of abuse that you
could think of. And I mean, we've had I don't I don't have
all the details, but he's a sadist. Yeah, we can imagine.
We can imagine all the other awful things that have happened to women in their
stories. And he, you know, took his time with her, and
once he was satisfied, she realized he's still not done with her. He's
not gonna let her go. Chris cut the cord of the bedside lamp and
peel back the insulation from the bare wires. Then he plugged the cord back
in the wall, and then he held it to her bare feet to shocker
with electricity. The shocks were very painful, as you can imagine, she's
being electrocuted on her feet. But it wasn't enough to kill her. He
demanded that she danced naked and do aerobics. It's a fucking weird and he
would shock her and have her do aerobics, dancing in connection with the shocks,
like shock and then aerobics. It took him more than two hours to
get bored with his electric torture. Oh my god. Now he wanted to
see this is bad, This is bad. Okay, he wanted to see
if super glue really worked. And he drizzled a bead of glue on the
lids of her eyes and forced them closed, and he used a hair dryer
to make them drive faster. Oh my god, the glue worked really well,
and she couldn't really open her eyes. She could have like a little
slit, like a little slice of vision, but she didn't want him to
know that. Now Chris is confident his captive is helpless. I'm blind,
And so he lets his guard down and he starts watching some TV. He
would stop every now and then and occasionally zapped Jill, just elect her cuter.
One time, Jill kind of tugged on the cord from the wall,
and then she decided, okay, she saw her the cord while she knew
it was attached to the wall. She opened her eyes a little bit and
she headed for the door. He whirled around and he cracked her over the
head with a hair dryer. Her head split and blood, but she managed
to get into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Oh man,
yeah, she ended up free herself from the gag and screamed and screamed and
screamed for her while also pounding on the walls and the floor. When she
stopped yelling for a minute just to listen if someone was I don't know around,
If he's still around, she could hear him scurrying around the motel room,
his suitcase being clicked like and then him slamming the door. Maybe he's
gone, but she didn't trust him. She waited a whole another half hour
before opening the bathroom door, still open, the door just a crack,
and peered out. The room looked empty, but I mean she's terrified.
She's expecting him to surprise her. She slowly and cautiously comes out further and
looks around the room. Give him mine. Her eyes are still glue shot,
she can barely see anything. She was hoping she could get her clothes
on and get out, maybe she could make it to the office. And
I think it's very interesting that, like you're in this deadly situation and thinking
like you still want to not be naked, Yeah right, right, just
run out naked. But I mean, I think that's just part of us
as humans. And just I thought that was kind of interesting. Guess what
she managed to get out? She did and go to the motel manager's office.
Oh my gosh, and they called the police. Yeah, wow,
good for her. She'll didn't know who her kidnapper was, but she had
his face memorized. She was determined to do everything she could to get him
caught. Every cop in Florida was looking for someone who looked like Chris,
and one of the mug shots that Jill looked at, Chris was in it,
and she picked him out immediately. He had abducted her and taken her
to Georgia against her will, and that's a federal crime. So now the
FBI is involved. Yeah, and off the state line. Federal warrant issued
for his rest. But if you think that stopped him, it did not.
The next day, remember I told you about Teresa, and she'd been
missing. She wasn't missing any longer. A crew from an electric company had
come across her body in an late creek in Polk County, about one hundred
miles from where she disappeared. She'd been savagely beaten and strangled. Authorities followed
Chris's trail to the mall where Teresa vanish to the bog down car and the
Sandy Lovers Lane, right, yeah, then to where her body was.
They concluded that she'd probably been in the trunk of his car the whole time,
and probably alive when the Choe truck came d she was just gagged and
right, I don't know now. That was the headline all over Florida.
As you can imagine, in the southeast, people who knew Chris were like,
what the fuck. Friends at the racetrack told that FBI agents that the
man they knew, he's a really nice guy. He's kind of shy,
yeah, right, he would never be shy and kind and a perv.
Yeah, they didn't say that. One of the most shocked of Chris's acquaintances
was this homicide detective in the Palm Beach County Sheriff's Department. His name was
Tom Neighbors. He wrote a BOLO that had coming cross his office and he
was stunned because he thought he knew Chris really well. He'd had drinks with
Chris just on March eighth. Wow, they were friends. He just couldn't
believe, like this guy, I just drank with a rapist and a killer.
Let me kidnapper, but then he remembered something he himself had worked a
case of sexual assault in nineteen eighty three, where two barely pubessant girls had
been pulled into a Chevy el Camino pickup in Pointant Beach. The driver had
taken them down on Lonely Road and molested them, and then surprisingly he had
driven them back to where they were abducted and let him go. A case
had never been solved, even though it happened very close to the police station,
and Neighbors now realized, Tom Neighbors, that was right by Chris Wilder's
construction office, the plat Thinckins, And that was in eighty three. Wow.
An artist sketch done from the girls scription showed a man with a thick
head of hair, but the man looked a lot like Chris, and Chris
every now and then put out a two pay Oh really, So now Tom
Neighbors is like, hmmm, yeah. He arranged for the victims in nineteen
eighty three to look at some mug shots and they picked out Chris. Yeah,
that's son of a bitch. He's on the run now and he's not
done. He's just started. Actually, And this story gets really really crazy.
I don't want to give too much away, but if you don't know
it, it gets crazy. I don't know it. You don't know.
Oh I don't know the story. Oh fuck, I'm in for a treat.
Oh man, wait till episode two of this because he holds someone captive
and there's a stockholm Oh shit syndrome. Go on. Given a little teaser,
he makes it in the run for seven weeks. Wow, but I'm
gonna tell you all about that. I'm gonna let this go for now.
Yeah, we have to wait for part to Thank you for listening, Tanya,
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