Foul play NOT suspected in Oklahoma deaths

In a very puzzling and information-deficient release, the Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation has said they don’t believe foul play was involved in the deaths of three people whose skeletal remains were found over the weekend. They are presumed to be Bobby, Sherilynn and Madyson Jamison although this hasn’t been confirmed as yet.

So what happened then?

Jamisons probably found too

Earlier today I got word that they’ve found the remains of three people not far from where Bobby Jamison, his wife Sherilynn and their six-year-old daughter Madyson disappeared from in 2009.

From a Facebook page run by a friend of the family:

“ITS WITH A BROKEN HEART THAT I REPORT, SPOKE WITH AN OSBI AGENT EARLIER WHO WANTED CONTACT INFO FOR COLTON, SHERILYN JAMISONS SON. HE LATER CALLED TO TELL ME THAT HE DID MEET WITH COLTON AND HIS FATHER AND TOLD HIM OF THE TWO ADULT AND ONE SMALL CHILD REMAINS FOUND YESTERDAY JUST 2 MILES NORTH OF WHERE THIER TRUCK WAS FOUND 4 YEARS AND ONE MONTH AGO, TODAY.”

News on 6 says it’ll be awhile before DNA confirms the identification, but who else could it be really? This poor family AND the McStays in the same week.

McStay family maybe found?

I have gotten a bunch of emails with links to articles saying Joseph McStay, his wife Summer and their kids Joseph Jr. and Gianni have been found buried in the desert near Victorville, California.

They DID find four bodies, and some news orgs are quoting sources that it’s the McStay family, but it hasn’t been confirmed yet so I’ll leave it there. Though I’m pretty sure it’s them.

Select It Sunday: Johnny Lee Mills

After a month’s silence, another Select It Sunday, as selected by Princess Shantae: Johnny Lee Mills.

This is a pretty peculiar case, out of a suburb of St. Louis, Missouri, of someone who’s both an MP and a John Doe. The cops picked “Johnny” up in August 1990. They assumed he was a runaway and placed him in a shelter while they tried to figure out what to do with him. He told him he was thirteen. On September 21, he ran from the shelter and was never seen again. All the information he provided — name, date of birth, etc. — turned out to be false. The only trace we have of the real Johnny is two black-and-white photographs of a sullen-looking kid with his hair hanging in his face.

The police closed Johnny’s case in 2003. I can’t say I blame them; they’ve got nothing to go on. Johnny may be lying dead in a potter’s field somewhere, perhaps the victim of a local serial killer who preyed on young male prostitutes. Or he may have gone back to his family, grown up, and is now a soldier or a corporate lawyer or whatever with kids of his own. I doubt this case will ever be solved.

I suppose I ought to mention

During this recent episode, while I was incommunicado, a Spanish-language TV station wanted to interview me through an interpreter. They actually interviewed me once before (I think about the Cleveland girls case) but actually never used my interview. This time I declined. The subject of the requested interview was Baby Hope and her recent identification and the arrest of her presumed killer.

I was not in the mood to talk to anyone, the media least of all, and more importantly, I had nothing to say about Baby Hope. I have never been interested in unidentifieds and leave that work up to the many people who comb the Charley Project’s casefiles looking for matches. The only things I knew about Baby Hope came from articles I’d read after the case broke, and I’d only read a few of those. I just didn’t think I was the person to go to.

This is the first interview request I’ve ever declined, except for a few I wasn’t able to do because of time constraints.

The identification of “Baby Hope”

As many of you must know by now, the unidentified child formerly known as “Baby Hope” now has a name: Angelica Ramirez. I applaud the cops for not giving up on this case over the years.

I would also note that Angelica was reportedly the victim of a family abduction. So many people assume that if the child is with a parent, it must be more or less okay. Not so.

Writing up the Paul Fronczak case

I’ve started writing up the story of the disappearance, recovery and un-recovery of baby Paul Fronczak. (Chances are, if you’re reading this blog, you know who he is already.) It’s going to take awhile. The Facebook page about his case has loads of articles from back in the sixties when this happened.

It’s a heck of a story, Bobby Dunbar all over again. With the difference that Bobby Dunbar’s parents died believing they had their son back, and Paul Fronczak’s parents are both still alive. I wonder how they’re taking it. He was their second child; the first had been born dead.

The chances of finding the real Paul Fronczak are remote. Even more remote are the chances of finding his abductor alive. If she was 35 to 40 years old in 1964, she’d be in her eighties now and very possibly beyond the reach of what justice humans can mete out. That woman sounds absolutely chilling. She hung around the hospital for at least four fracking hours, apparently baby-shopping. She had the hospital’s layout and staff routines down. And she stayed calm the whole time and fooled patients and staff alike. I think she must have been plotting for months.

The Fronczak parents are of Polish and Croatian descent; the boy they raised, according to his DNA, has Jewish ancestry. Ancestry.com managed to track down a third cousin in their database, but that’s not much of a lead because people usually have thousands of third cousins they have no idea exist.

In the meantime, for me, writing up this case is troublesome because there are two Paul Fronczaks here: there’s Paul the kidnapped baby and Paul the adult who, it turns out, was not the kidnapped baby, but has no other name. How do I refer to them so there’s no confusion? Maybe call the kidnapped one “baby Paul” and the other just “Paul”?