Hey, everyone, So what if we all got together and talked to Israel
Keys while I don't know, wine tasting in Argentina or luxuriating in my favorite
place, Bali, or eating our way across Keys destinations like Mexico or Belize.
Maybe we'll even talk Bravo. But rest assured, we'll relax, vacation
and work on crowd solving the Keys case in person somewhere incredible. If that
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want your input and to see you there wherever there ends up being. So
check out the show notes, fill out the survey, and let vacation somewhere
fantastic together. One last thing before we start the show tonight Thursday at nine
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The link to the live stream is in the show notes. All right,
now to the show. This is a studio both and production. There's
an old Chinese parable that can loosely be translated to ride a cow while finding
a horse. It's a phrase I think about a lot. Use what you
have to get what you need, make the most of your limited resources.
Sometimes the most obvious tool or path is also the most easiest to overlooked.
You have more than you know. You just need to look closer and think
outside the box. This is true crime bullshit. I'm your host, Josh
Hallmark, and this is a serialized story of Israel Keys. I was recently
going back through the search and seizure files and the photos we obtained of the
Constable House, and something seemingly innocuous stood out to me. A pile of
newspapers in the Constable kitchen, yellowed with time, but otherwise in pretty good
condition, was a local newspaper, the Malone Telegraph. Malone is the town
directly south of Constable. What stood out to me was the date on the
paper, because it was a newspaper from more than two decades ago, and
it would seem to indicate that Keys was likely at the Constable House when this
paper was published, which could be quite impactful. However, there are a
few hiccups in that presumption, the first of which are Kisas statements regarding hunters
and campers being on the Constable property. Have there been other people staying there
that you know, is that what all this stuff is from. This is
a close up of that we was that how it was when there last time
I was there, looked like there had been hundreds of the campers hanging out
there because there was there was a mattress. I'm wanted these forced too.
It's not all of these pictures. It might be just stopped as a side
here there's a mattress in the kitchen area. What this statement means, with
or without Kisa's intention, is that anything found on that property could feasibly be
connected to these trespassing hunters and campers and not necessarily connected to keys. It's
plausible deniability. But the thing is, his story about hunters and campers trespassing
on the property never really made a lot of sense to me, for one.
As far as I can tell, the items they're discussing in that particular
conversation are a mattress on the floor near the kitchen and likely, according to
the search and seizure documentation, a stained comforter and a bottle of draino,
which were found in the same area as the mattress. Now, I don't
know many hunters and am not an avid camper, but I don't know any
hunters nor campers who travel with mattresses or draino. Second to that, I
can't imagine campers or hunters squatting in someone's cabin going to move an existing mattress
into the most visible room in the cabin to sleep. Second, there's no
real reason for hunters or campers to squat at Keysa's cabin because the Trout River
State Forest is a quarter mile away, and they permit hunting in designated and
marked areas in that state forest. With ample signage and a parking lot,
there would be no need for people to park in front of someone's house and
then use their land to hunt, particularly when you consider Poplar Street is hardly
an inviting neighborhood. I will, however, hold space for the idea or
possibility that hunters or campers could have wandered from the state forest onto Keys's property,
but there were and remain many no trespassing signs along the property line,
which is adjacent to a small logging facility. You couldn't realistically accidentally end up
on Keysa's land from the state forest. And Third, as we discussed earlier
this season, it's clear that people have been on the property since Keys's arrest.
As I mentioned, it looks as though people have left items there,
whether by mistake or to make them look suspicious or like evidence. But all
that said, leaving this specific newspaper would require a significant level of foresight and
effort. Someone would have needed to buy that newspaper at publication before anyone knew
Keys existed, hang on to it for at least one decade, and then
plant it inside a previously unknown serial killer's property. So unless time travel is
real, I'm not buying it. And at first, those seemed like the
only even slightly plausible non Keys explanations for how that newspaper got and stayed inside
Keyes's house. But while we were looking deeper into the Constable property, we
found something else, a lie by omission that could be impactful to both the
search of the property and the newspapers found on it. Earlier this year,
Kim Kay and Jordan found evidence that could indicate Israel Keys with stealing people's identities.
They were pulling records on the Constable house and came across something odd.
A man by the name of David kept coming up as a resident of five
eleven Poplar Street. Constable New York, specifically during the year two thousand three,
years after Keys was given the property by his parents. After digging into
David, we found a fairly robust residential history for him for every year of
his adult life, including two thousand and three, we could place him living
somewhere else. In fact, that one blip was the only time Constable ever
came up in his records. And at this point we already had some compelling
evidence that Keys was likely stealing people's identities and very likely using fake IDs.
So it seemed clear that David was a victim of identity theft by Israel Keys,
and so I decided to give David a call and find out more about
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third building. Did you guys have animals are at one point, not like
dogs and cats, but like animals in one of these pars, that's what
they said, like an or straw and stuff. Still getting a hold of
David wasn't particularly easy, even after Kim k was able to track down a
phone number that belonged to a business that might have been run by David or
someone in his family. I called multiple times with no answer and only an
outgoing message from a woman who didn't share David's first or lass name. So
I left a message and waited. About eight hours later, so I was
getting ready to leave for an out of country trip, the phone rang and
on the other end or sheep. I could only hear what sounded like two
dozen sheep bleeding into the phone. Hello. Finally a voice came through from
the other side. Is this Josh Yes? Is this David? Yes?
This is David. When I left my initial voice message for David, I
said that I was an investigative reporter looking into some unsolved murders and that David's
name had come up in my research that I hoped I could ask him some
questions. And when I finally got past the sheep to David, he wasn't
surprised by this at all. I told David that his name came up in
association with an address in a town called Constable, New York, and asked
if he knew anything about Constable. He told me quite casually that he and
his wife had lived in Constable for one month back in two thousand and three.
He went on to say that he heard from a friend that many years
back, the police were trying to get hold of him to ask him some
questions. Now, this is where it's important to tell you that David and
his wife are amish, that they only recently got a phone so they could
help sustain their business during the pandemic. So David only knew about the police
looking for him because his friend mailed him a letter along with some newspaper clippings
about Keys's arrest some years later. Yeah, I heard that guy killed some
people. I asked David if he could identify the house he lived in for
that month in two thousand three. He couldn't recall the address, but described
the house from memory. Two stories on quite a bit of land, reddish
brownish wood, sighting shake sighting, a mud room in the front of the
house, an old swing set on the property right by the Canadian border on
a dirt or gravel road. It was an accurate, albeit incomplete description of
Keyes's cabin. I asked if there was any way he could remember or find
the address, and he abruptly put me on hold. I sat there for
at least three minutes listening to the sheep. David returned with his wife,
who he told me had been chopping wood out back. He put me on
speaker phone and asked her if she could remember the address Poplar Street. She
said that the house was on Poplar Street, across the street from their friend
Will, the friend who sent them the letter in newspaper clippings. I asked
if they recalled there being any outbuildings on the property, and they said that
there were three, all to the west of the house, a woodshed,
a small barn, and a small garage. David said that the shed was
full of old blacksmithing tools, but the other buildings were empty when they moved
in, because that's where they eventually stored their buggy and their horse and cow.
And then he got a third building. Did you guys have animals there
at one point? Not like dogs and cats, but like animals and one
of these straw and stuff. So I was completely confident at this point that
the house they lived in was keys. They had accurately described it, mentioned
the street by name, and could be linked to it in several background searches.
So I finally just asked, was it five eleven Poplar. David's wife
immediately confirmed that was it five eleven Poplar, and so instead of discussing how
and when David's identity was stolen, we began discussing how and when David and
his wife ended up living in a serial killer's cabin. David went on to
tell me that they rented the house for just the month of October in two
thousand and three. They found out about it from their Amish friend, the
one who lived across the street, who told them that the owner was looking
to rent the property or possibly even sell it, and that they initially looked
into buying it but never got a clear answer from the owner, so they
moved in on or round October first. He said, they never dealt directly
with Israel or any one really. Most of the logistics and specifics surrounding their
stay and move in were handled by their friend across the street. David could
only remember that they sent their rent check to a woman who lived somewhere in
New England, either Maine or Connecticut. His wife thought they moved out at
the end of October, after David couldn't find any local work, and that's
when David's wife chimed in. It was a very uneasy time, and then
they began to recount some of the unsettling experiences they had while living in the
house on Poplar Street. David's wife told me that she hated living in that
house. That in the month that they were there, there were multiple occasions
where their belongings would go missing, nothing big or valuable, small things like
an egg beater or a rolling pin, an apron, a pair of slippers.
There were also several occasions where it was clear that some one had used
a key to enter the house while they were away. They'd come back to
find empty beer bottles in the kitchen, but no sign of a break in.
Worst though, were the knights. Sometimes in the middle of the night,
they'd hear some one enter through the front door with a key and slowly
walk around the down stairs of the house, sometimes for minutes, sometimes for
much longer, before eventully leaving and locking the door behind them. I asked
if they ever saw or confronted the person, and David said they were too
afraid. They just laid in their upstairs bed silent, listening to someone meander
about the house waiting for them to leap was part of the burglary, similar
to similar but different to what you talked about with the wood where you're sitting
there and you can watch people and they don't know you're watching them. Is
it similar in the burglar becase when you're in somebody's house you're going through their
stuff. Yeah, that same kind. So would it be would you would
you try to do it to where they would didn't even know what happened,
or make sure they knew it happened, like I mean breaking windows and breaking
doors to go in or get in somehow. And no, it depends.
It would depends on the situation. I guess more often than not there was
usually a lot of destruction, but sometimes I wouldn't. Sometimes it would just
right, you know. Sometimes I wouldn't take anything at all necessarily cause maybe
a few little things. So destruction like damage rather than destruction like looking for
cause a lot of burglars. You go into, all the drawers are open,
all those clothes are on the ground, everything's been destroyed, looking cause
I never did that, so destroy to destroy, Yeah, you'd like to
watch people did you ever wait in a house and watch people, or wait
and watch people come back to see what the reaction would be. I would
wait in the woods sometimes. I that was years and years ago, though,
not wait in the house to watch for him to come back. No,
not burglaries, that's getting onto other crimes. I'm guessing my that reaction.
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David's departure from the house was complicated, and it complicates things for us
because while he and his wife moved out at the end of October, they
didn't immediately take their belongings. They waited until they found a more permanent residence
before returning to the house and collecting all their stuff, and the couple could
not agree on when exactly that was. David was certain that they returned in
December of two thousand three, but his wife was sure it was the following
spring. She was pretty sure it was March. They bickered back and forth
about this for a while while the sheep continued bleating in the background, but
they did finally find one thing that they could agree on that might help.
When they returned to collect their stuff, there had been significant snowfall and the
driveway wasn't accessible. They had to hire someone to come plow that driveway so
they could pull in to load up all their stuff. And while all this
may seem relatively unimportant or pedantic, it's one of the most frustrating uncertainties so
far in my investigation. But more on that. David said that they took
all their belongings with them when they left, and that they left the house
clean and as they'd found it. His wife chimed in to tell me that
again more of their belongings had disappeared while they were away, and that again
someone had clearly spent some time inside the house. There were more beer bottles,
food wrappers, and other random paraphernalia, and this piqued my interest.
I asked if there were any newspapers there. Neither of them could recall,
but then David said that if there were, they likely would not have come
from them. He only remembered using the paper to look for work, and
that he was using the local Amish papers, and so I asked if he
ever used the local paper, the Malone Telegraph, and he again said he
pretty much only used the Amish papers. Then asked if there was any way
they would have stopped at a local newspaper stand to pick up newspapers to wrap
and pack items from their house for their move, and they both seemed genuinely
perplexed by this question, and that's when I finally relented. The reason I
ask, and this could be incredibly important, is that there were some newspapers
found in that house, an edition of the Malone Telegraph from early two thousand
and four that could place Israel Keys in New York State when the FBI timeline
has him somewhere else entirely. And in our research into Keys, we're quickly
learning that he would travel somewhere and then immediately travel significant distances, sometimes with
little to no detection whatsoever from that first destination. So while it seems unlikely,
it's becoming more and more possible that Keys could have been in New York
when the FBI thought he was new the West Coast. They were both silent
for what seemed like forever, and finally David just repeated, I don't think
I would have picked up any newspaper while we were out there, moving and
if I did, it would have been the Amish paper. David told me
to reach out any time I needed, and that they'd see if they could
find any more information about their time in Constable. I said I'd likely be
in touch in the next few weeks. I got together with the team and
compiled a list of follow up questions, and then I took a moment away
from the newspaper mystery to consider some other new mysteries. Was it Heidi who
was collecting rent on the house? Had the house been rented out since or
before? And why would Keyes lie about having these tenants? Are people staying
there that you know? Is that what all this stuff is from? This?
Is it close up with that? But was that how it was when
you were Last time I was there, it looked like there had been hundreds
or campers hanging out there, cause there was there was a man person wanted
the sports too. It's not all of these pictures. It might be just
spot visit side here. There was a mattress in the kitchen area. You
know, while we were in the midst of our initial research into David,
we were simultaneously looking into this newspaper situation, which at the time, we
had no clue the two would, ever let alone so quickly converge. And
in that research I was making other calls, very different calls, very challenging
calls, calls about ethics and the lines that can often get blurry within the
close knit true crime community. And after talking with a few close friends,
including Haley Gray, who I consider one of the best resources in true crime
ethics, I knew what I had to do. I knew that I had
to make one more phone call because the date on those newspapers that aligned with
a missing person's case, and it impacted someone I know and care about.
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