Ted Bundy's Murderous Mysteries

by Kevin Sullivan

  DETECTIVE: Was there any particular odor about him?

  JANE: No.

  DETECTIVE: Like any after shave lotion?

  JANE: No.

  DETECTIVE: You couldn’t tell when you opened the car door any odor at all in the car?

  JANE: No. There was nothing.

  DETECTIVE: Like he’d been smoking, or anything like that?

  JANE: No. There was nothing.

  DETECTIVE: How was the lighting around the car?

  JANE: There wasn’t much. In that particular corner there is no lighting … it’s kinda dark in there. There are lights further up, and behind the railroad thing. (Author’s note: she means trestle here) There are no lights around there.

  DETECTIVE: If you had a car, and were going to the library at CWSC, where would you park?

  JANE: I couldn’t park where he parked as there’s no parking area there. It would be right across the street from where he parked, along the whole railroad side you can park there.

  DETECTIVE: But he parked in a no parking zone?

  JANE: Yes, he parked in the no parking area. I’m pretty sure that’s a no parking area.

  DETECTIVE: Why is that a no parking area?

  JANE: Because it goes around a curve, and right in there there’s a road and it has the block – wooden blocks, and there’s a parking area for the tickets for the lower dorm, then right around the corner there’s kind of a high grass and ditch.

  DETECTIVE: Is it marked no parking?

  JANE: I went back there and I’m pretty sure it said no parking, I’m positive. I rode my bike by and I remember it said no parking, there are two signs further down.

  DETECTIVE: Is there a parking lot by the library?

  JANE: Yes, you have to have a permit to park in there. And right across the road there on the library side, they’re usually filled up and you don’t have to have a permit.

  DETECTIVE: How far did you have to walk from where you exited the library to where you met him, where he dropped the books?

  JANE: Oh, right smack in front of the library. The front door, right in front.

  DETECTIVE: Was there anyone else standing around at the time?

  JANE: I don’t think so. At that time of night, it’s kind of quiet. A lot of people don’t use that … well, a lot of people use that library but it was early in the quarter and there wasn’t anybody else out there. There might have been someone who had just walked down, but never paid any attention. I don’t remember.

  DETECTIVE: In what condition were the keys he gave you? Were they on a chain, on a ring?

  JANE: I didn’t look at the keys.

  DETECTIVE: Did they jingle as you held them?

  JANE: Oh, he held them.

  DETECTIVE: He held them … he never did give them to you?

  JANE: He never gave them to me because I wouldn’t unlock the door.

  DETECTIVE: Oh, I see, you never did receive the keys.

  JANE: He took the keys out, and kind of put his hand towards me with them in his hand, and he said to unlock it. I wouldn’t take it. I said, No.

  DETECTIVE: Was it his right hand or left hand?

  JANE: I never really paid that much attention. If he handed them to me … I can’t even remember. I wasn’t paying that much attention, I mean he wanted me to unlock the door, and I didn’t and said no, and I remember he took the keys out and I didn’t pay any attention. I knew he wanted me to unlock the door and I said no.

  DETECTIVE: What type of books did he have? Were they paperbacks?

  JANE: Hard bounds.

  DETECTIVE: All of them were hard bounds?

  JANE: All of them were hard bounds.

  DETECTIVE: All big books?

  JANE: No … they were pretty good size … not really thick. He had several … they were all hard bounds. I can’t say if they were from Central’s library, or not.

  DETECTIVE: Did they have any book covers on them?

  JANE: No.

  DETECTIVE: No book covers. If you had to characterize him, just from the experience you had with him, what would you describe him as, a college student, a guy who works at a gas station, what type of person would he be?

  JANE: Oh, gee, I look at a person like him as being a kind of hippie-freaky type guy. He didn’t look … he looked like the bum-type. Not the kind who works at a gas station, or the student-type. Just kind of a do-your-own-thing person.

  DETECTIVE: If you had helped him put his books in the car, and he’d have asked you to go to the local drive-in for a coke, or something, would you have gone with him?

  JANE: No.

  DETECTIVE: You wouldn’t?

  JANE: Hmm-mmm (Negative).

  JANE: Well, I had an experience, not quite like this, and I just had my guard up against anyone strange who comes along. So I just more or less protect myself. I was telling a guy, if I looked at him I would never say he was a good-looking guy.

  DETECTIVE: You wouldn’t?

  JANE: No. Not at all.

  DETECTIVE: What is good-looking to you?

  JANE: Tall, good build – athletic-type guy, just all around good-looking, but he was the more freaky, hippie-type. From just looking at him I could just tell. I remembered that when I looked at him.

  DETECTIVE: Okay, when I think of a freaky guy, I think of a guy who says, hey man, what are you doin’ tonight? And all that type of terminology. He never used any type of terminology like that?

  JANE: No.

  DETECTIVE: Not the street talk, right?

  JANE: Not street talk, not at all.

  DETECTIVE: Do you think he was a student at all?

  JANE: Was a student, where at?

  DETECTIVE: Do you think he was a student?

  JANE: He could have been at one time, but I couldn’t … now his type, I see a lot of his type. I went to Western and there are a lot of his type up there, but they’re all very intelligent individuals. He’s a person like that. He’s just kind of different. The way he looked at me bothered me.

  DETECTIVE: How did he look at you?

  JANE: I … he put his head kind of sideways and stared at me.

  DETECTIVE: Like he was looking through you?

  JANE: Yeah. Just kind of … his eyes looked weird. He just stared funny.

  DETECTIVE: Did his eyes have bags under them?

  JANE: I can’t remember.

  DETECTIVE: Could you see them?

  JANE: No. Just kind of big eyes that stared at me.

  DETECTIVE: Did you get the impression at all that there would be any foul play?

  JANE: No, never.

  DETECTIVE: As you observed the car, did you observe anything like a ski rack on it?

  JANE: No.

  DETECTIVE: How about a bicycle rack?

  JANE: No. There were none of those at all. All I remember was that it was a late model, yellow VW with high black back seats.

  DETECTIVE: Was the top all yellow too?

  JANE: Yes.

  DETECTIVE: There was no convertible-type top?

  JANE: No.

  DETECTIVE: Did you get a look at the front?

  JANE: No. I just glanced over it, it just looked to me like a VW Bug.

  DETECTIVE: What type of tail pipes did it have? Did you notice that?

  JANE: No.

  DETECTIVE: Some of them have one, some have two that come up …

  JANE: No. I didn’t notice.

  DETECTIVE: How about the wheels? Were they regular wheels, or mag wheels?

  JANE: No, I didn’t notice at all. There was nothing that really stood out that was different.

  DETECTIVE: He physically opened the door for you, right?

  JANE: Yes.

  DETECTIVE: What did you do with the books?

  JANE: When he opene
d the door, I dropped them.

  DETECTIVE: You dropped them on the ground?

  JANE: I dropped them right on the ground.

  DETECTIVE: What did he say at that time?

  JANE: When I dropped them … we stood there … I had the books in my hands and he said, Get in. I said, what??? He said, get in and start the car for me. I said, oh, I can’t. And he wanted me to get in on the passenger’s side.

  DETECTIVE: He wanted to have you get in on the passenger’s side?

  JANE: That was to start the car up.

  DETECTIVE: Do you think that’s what he meant, to start the car up, or just to “get in.”

  JANE: That’s just it, “get in.”

  DETECTIVE: Did he actually say start the car for me?

  JANE: … start the car for me … I remember that. First of all, he told me to get in, I said what, then he went through his little pain bit, and said get in and start the car for me because I can’t. He said because of his arm he couldn’t start it. He wanted me to start it for him.

  DETECTIVE: Where was the ignition on the Bug, right or left-hand side of the steering wheel?

  JANE: Left hand side.

  (End of tape)

  This is the testimony of Kathleen Clara D’Olivo, who encountered Ted Bundy at CWSC, and almost became one of his victims. Here is her opening statement to Detective Robert Keppel, followed by their Q&A:

  KATHLEEN: On Wednesday, April 17, 1974, about 8:00, I dropped off my roommates close to downtown Ellensburg and drove up to the library. I parked in the sub-parking lot next to the Hertz Music Hall.

  DETECTIVE: Where is the parking lot in respect to the library?

  KATHLEEN: Kind of caddy-corner to the library, I guess about a block span.

  DETECTIVE: Which direction does the library face?

  KATHLEEN: It faces west.

  DETECTIVE: Okay, what did you do when you left your car in the parking lot?

  KATHLEEN: I locked the door and went right over to the library, went in the main entrance to the library; I think I went upstairs, in the upper part of the library (that is called the Curriculum Laboratory). I’m not sure that’s where I was that evening, but I’m almost sure. I stayed there until 10:00.

  DETECTIVE: What were you wearing that particular day?

  KATHLEEN: Most likely I was wearing blue jeans, and I’m not sure what I had on with it that time of year, I think I was wearing a blazer jacket.

  DETECTIVE: What was the weather condition outside?

  KATHLEEN: It was a clear night, I don’t remember it being extremely cold or extremely warm.

  DETECTIVE: How tall are you?

  KATHLEEN: 5’ 9½”

  DETECTIVE: How much do you weigh?

  KATHLEEN: 125 pounds.

  DETECTIVE: During that time of the year, how long was your hair?

  KATHLEEN: Long, way below my shoulders, long and straight.

  DETECTIVE: What color is your hair?

  KATHLEEN: Black.

  DETECTIVE: Did you have anything in your hair?

  KATHLEEN: Not that I remember.

  DETECTIVE: Were you wearing any jewelry of any sort?

  KATHLEEN: I had on two rings and a watch; I could have had on a bracelet, but I don’t think so. Usually I just wear two rings and a watch.

  DETECTIVE: Was one of the rings an engagement ring?

  KATHLEEN: Yes.

  DETECTIVE: How long did you stay in the Curriculum portion of the library?

  KATHLEEN: As near as I remember, I was in one spot the whole time I was in the library, which was about two hours. I remember looking up and seeing that it was 10:00, and I normally called my fiancé on Wednesday nights and (SIC) 10:00, so I gathered up my books and left.

  DETECTIVE: What books did you gather up?

  KATHLEEN: I think I had, most likely I had a couple of notebooks, possibly one or maybe two textbooks with me, no more than that.

  DETECTIVE: Did you have a purse?

  KATHLEEN: Yes.

  DETECTIVE: What kind of purse?

  KATHLEEN: A shoulder strap purse made out of navy blue fabric.

  DETECTIVE: What route did you take to get out of the Curriculum Lab?

  KATHLEEN: Most likely I went straight out of the lab, down the main stairs of the library, and out the front door, the main entrance. Now I’m not sure on that, I could have done something else in the library before I left, but I don’t think so. I think I went from that area on out.

  DETECTIVE: When you leave the library, do you have some sort of book procedure that you have to check through on the way out?

  KATHLEEN: They don’t actually check your books, but it’s electronically done now, and you do walk through a certain path to get out.

  DETECTIVE: What would happen if the electronic system went off?

  KATHLEEN: That would mean you were carrying a book that wasn’t properly checked out, or had some other property of the library. I went through it with no problems and left.

  DETECTIVE: You left through the front door, then?

  KATHLEEN: Correct.

  DETECTIVE: Where did you go from there?

  KATHLEEN: I walked out, I took a right, which was leading across the front part of the library, cement porch-like, whatever, and was cutting across a lawn that went between the library and Black Hall. I was aiming toward the parking lot where the car was parked. I hadn’t quite gotten off the lawn, or sidewalk. Wherever I was, I hadn’t reached the main mall stretch when I heard something behind me. It sounded like something following me, it didn’t startle me or anything, it wasn’t a loud noise and I turned around and there was a man dropping books, he was squatting, he was trying to pick up the books and packages was what he was doing, and so I noticed that he had a sling on one arm, and a hand brace on the other. I didn’t really notice it at the time, I just noticed that he was unable to pick up that many things and I assumed that he was going to the library. I went over and said, “Do you need some help?” He said, “Yeah, could you?” or something to that affect. So I picked up what was to me felt like a bicycle backpack, it was light nylon material, kind of.

  DETECTIVE: Do you recall the color?

  KATHLEEN: No … orange stands out in my mind, but there are so many orange ones around, that might be why. I’m not sure on that at all.

  DETECTIVE: The backpack had what felt like books in it?

  KATHLEEN: Yes, it felt like books.

  DETECTIVE: Was he carrying anything else?

  KATHLEEN: Yes. Some packages, three boxes that were small, not large. I think they were wrapped in parcel post, or brown paper bag-type thing and I think some of them had string ties on them, you know, like … I’m almost sure on that, but at any rate, I picked up the bag that I thought had books in it, the knapsack type bag, and he picked up the packages.

  DETECTIVE: Could you describe him to us, as far as how tall he was?

  KATHLEEN: He was no taller than I am, possibly, he could have been a few inches taller, maybe 6’. He … I don’t remember thinking he was a lot shorter than I, nor a lot taller. I would say he was probably around my height. He had brown, light brown, kind of shaggy hair, no real style, no real cut, cut kind of long and shaggy. He was thin and his face is a blur to me, I don’t remember his features at all. I don’t really recall if he had a moustache or not. I picture him in my mind both ways, one with and one without one. The same thing about glasses – in one thought in my mind I picture him with wire rims, and another I don’t. I don’t really know. He was dressed kind of sloppily, not real grubby, but nothing outstanding.

  DETECTIVE: Describe the condition of his arms.

  KATHLEEN: His left arm was in a sling, no cast, no plaster of Paris cast, I know that, but it was in a sling. His right arm had like a hand brace, or finger brace.

  DETECTIVE: Was it metal?
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  KATHLEEN: Yes. As far … yeah, I think it was metal. He had bandages wrapped around it. It was supporting his fingers. I’m not sure if his arm that was in a sling was wrapped, but I think it was, I think his hand was wrapped. He told me he had hurt it skiing. He’d run into a tree or something and bent his fingers back, and dislocated his shoulder (or did something to his shoulder).

  DETECTIVE: Where did you think he was going to take the books to?

  KATHLEEN: I thought he was going in the library. He was headed that way, so I thought that’s where he was going. But that same sidewalk actually leads up over a little bridge that runs right alongside the library, it’s just a short bridge that goes over a pond (man-made pond) and that’s actually the direction he was going in, but it’s right next to the library and the same sidewalk will angle off to go into the library so that’s where I thought he was going. We started walking and when we came to the bridge, it was obvious that he wasn’t turning off to go to the library, and I said, wait a minute, you know, where are we going? He said, “Oh, my car is just parked right over here.” I said okay, or didn’t make any motion, but at the time I knew what I was carrying which I thought was books, or felt like books, was very heavy, and the way in was carrying them, I knew I could protect myself with it if the need arose.

  DETECTIVE: Did he, at any time between his car and the library, stop and wince, or anything, or say that his arm hurt.

  KATHLEEN: He never actually stopped at all. He may have mentioned that he was in pain, maybe once, but he didn’t make a real big deal out of it; it was just so obvious that he was helpless that he’d have to be in pain, that’s the way it appeared to me, anyway. He told me he’d been in an accident (ski) and this is what had happened, and the way he was bandaged up it all made sense, the sling on his arm and shoulder.

  DETECTIVE: How far do you figure you walked from the library to where his car was?

  KATHLEEN: Well, I couldn’t give it to you in feet, possibly a block and a half, but it wasn’t arranged in blocks…by any means. We walked across the bridge then to the edge of…I don’t recall the name of the street, but it runs up the campus, kind of an alley street. It’s not a real well traveled street. Then under the railroad trestle and then his car was parked in the first right under the trestle there, it was a dark road. There were no street lights on that road. But his car wasn’t parked so far down that it was completely black.