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Sunday, May 22, 2016

Mondays with Bill

MacDougall-Walker Correctional, where Howell is housed.
You have no doubt heard of the bestselling book, Tuesdays with Morrie. It is a memoir of sorts, in which the author chronicles his weekly visits with a terminally ill college professor. As I left the MacDougall-Walker Correctional Institution last Monday, it occurred to me that the next two years of my life could be aptly described as Mondays with Bill. That's because I promised serial killer suspect William Devin Howell in our initial face to face meeting that I would visit him from this point forward on the first Monday of every month.

Howell has not had a visitor in over three years. He wrote one short letter in response to a local TV reporter's inquiries. That letter was passed on to a psychologist who read it and concluded that the serial killer suspect was trying to "humanize himself" to the TV viewers. Otherwise, I have been Howell's sole connection with the outside world, with only two exceptions: a woman who wrote him early on and said that she was interested in writing a book about him, but soon after stopped writing (perhaps realizing that she was in over her head); and a man whom Howell describes as a "psycho" from out of state, who writes and expresses great interest about the crimes that Howell has been charged with committing.  

I began written correspondence with Howell last July. To date, he has sent me over one hundred pages of handwritten letters. Sometimes he sketches blueprints of holiday-themed crafts that he makes in his cell to kill the time: a Christmas tree made from the shiny red foil of potato chip bags and pen cartridges, and shriveled up oranges with Jack O'Lantern faces, for example. I often read his letters on lunch break at work. My paralegal eyes me thumbing through the pages and licking peanut butter from my fingers and cringes with disgust. "Ew! You don't know what's on those pages!"
She's right. I don't know what is on those pages, other than the DNA of a man accused of murdering seven individuals, some of whom were brutally raped, and leaving their remains to rot behind a strip mall in New Britain, Connecticut. So yeah, it is kind of gross when you think about it. 

Engaging in a relationship with a serial killer suspect for the purpose of gathering information for a future true crime novel is not an endeavor that will win a person any popularity contests. For the most part, people who enjoy the true crime genre post encouraging remarks on my Serial Murders in Connecticut Facebook page. But there are always the private messages that the public does not see; the, "How can you give this monster any attention? Have you no shame? You are so naive if you think he is anything except evil" type of sentiments. Strangely, I never said he was anything but evil.  

Truth is, on an ethical level I do struggle with writing about Howell. There is something reprehensible about spending time with a serial killer suspect and potentially making a profit off the pain inflicted on the victims and their family members. 

So why do it? I have asked myself this question many times over. The answer that keeps coming back to me is simple: readers want to know the truth and writers need to tell the truth, no matter how disturbing it may be. Violent crimes of a sexually aberrant nature are on the rise. The perpetrator could be your church-going next door neighbor (the BTK killer) or a handsome law student riding his bike at a state park (Ted Bundy.) That reality is both creepy and fascinating. A good true crime story can serve as both a cautionary tale (watch out, there are some crazies out there), and a statement on the random cruelty of life (but even if you lock your doors, the crazies can still get you.) For women readers, especially, there is often that factor of being able to relate to the victim and her plight. The reader looks back on events in her own life that could have led to rape or even murder: that shadowy figure in the parking garage; the jogger coming up from behind on a lonesome street; or that gentlemanly guy in college who ended up stalking her...
Family-killer Perry Smith and Truman Capote.

The true crime genre started with Truman Capote's masterpiece, In Cold Blood. It tells the story of the murders of four members of a wealthy wheat-farming family in Kansas back in 1959. The author didn't just write about the two killers, Perry Smith and Richard Hickock- he got to know them. Some say Capote was infatuated, perhaps in love, with Smith. I can assure you, I hold no romantic feelings for Howell. Early on, I was afraid of him and I had nightmares of being attacked. As of late, I feel only a kind of clinical curiosity. I told him in one letter that I want to know "what makes him tick." And I truly do. 

Countless others have gone on to write about real-life killers that they actually got to know. New York Times journalist Michael Finkel initially liked wife and child murderer Christian Longo, and hoped that the Jehovah's Witness who claimed innocence was telling him the truth. Over time, Finkel's feelings changed to horror and disgust as he accepted that Longo was nothing but a heartless psychopath who could tell lies like some people discuss sports or the weather. 
Christian Longo and author Michael Finkel. 

Back to last week's visit with Howell; we were separated by glass and spoke on blue phones that recorded our conversation. His lawyers are not happy about his choice to write me and meet with me, but he tells them that it's his life. We are an odd pair, to be sure: I am an artificially blonde Social Security lawyer on the cusp of fifty; Howell is a high school drop-out from Virginia who may turn out to be one of Connecticut's most prolific serial killers. Hard to believe that we spent the entire hour engrossed in conversation- but we did. Much of our discussion seemed pointless: discussing books by John Saul, and the habits of birds that Howell feeds in the outside recreation area, more like a concrete cubby hole, each morning. 

Did we discuss the current allegations? Briefly. Howell explained his decision to waive a probable cause (PC) hearing last week. His main reason for wanting to go through with it was to let the court and the public know that Jonathan Mills, the convicted killer expected to provide key testimony against Howell, was being given a $150,000.00 award for doing so. The State has not given any indication that it will waive that award, or apply it to Mills' incarceration fees. I asked Howell why Mills would be so interested in the cash, since he will never see it because he has a life sentence for killing two women and two children in 2000. Howell argued that Mills probably wanted to give the money to friends or family on the outside. "That money could buy his mother a nice little house," he said. Well, that's true, but it involves the assumption that Mills gives a damn about his mother, or anyone else on the outside, for that matter.

When Howell found out from his lawyers that the potential self-interest of Mills would be made clear to the court and the public via legal filings and media reports even without a PC hearing, he realized that going through with the PC hearing was not worth it. It was a good decision, in my opinion, as PC hearings are well known vehicles for the State to present its evidence long before trial and thus permit a defendant to be tried by public perception before a proper adjudication takes place.

There is also the issue of changing venue. I suspect that Howell's attorneys will request that the case get removed from the jurisdiction of the New Britain Superior Court in the near future. New Britain is not exactly Mayberry, but it is a small New England city where people talk and also drive past the crime site with frequency.

Until the final verdicts are rendered, I will continue to have my Mondays with Bill. We will discuss birds, and holiday decorations and memories from his childhood because, when writing about a serial killer suspect, the devil really is in the details. Do I think Howell is guilty? My opinion does not matter. That's for a jury to decide. I am aware of some of the prosecution's forensic evidence, and witnesses who will testify against Howell at trial. The defense has an uphill battle to fight, to say the least. That said, Howell, like any other American, deserves his day in Court and you can bet that I will be there to observe the drama as it unfolds.  

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

The True Story of a Serial Killer Suspect, by Anne K. Howard



Excerpt from Chapter 10

Howell's 2007 Trial for the Murder of Nilsa Arizmendi

Joseph Ashley Masters would probably have preferred a root canal without anesthesia to testifying at the New Britain Superior Court on the morning of January 29, 2007. Unfortunately for Masters, he had no choice in the matter. Howell’s longtime friend was served with an interstate subpoena ordering him to appear and testify in court two weeks earlier. He tried to fight the process in a court in Hampton, Virginia, but without success. He was provided with a plane ticket, paid for by the state of Connecticut, and transported to Howell’s trial.

It’s usually not a good thing for a witness’s credibility to give a lot of “I do not recalls” in response to the opposition’s questions. After state’s attorney Brian Preleski got through with Masters, it almost seemed like the witness was suffering from a mild case of amnesia.

Preleski: And how long had Mr. Howell been staying with you prior to Thanksgiving in 2003?

Masters: That I can’t recall.

Preleski: And did Mr. Howell have Thanksgiving dinner with you that year?

Masters: No, because I believe we went to my parents’ house, my wife’s parents’ house and he stayed at my house. No, I can’t- I can’t recall.

Preleski: And what kind of vehicle was Mr. Howell driving back then?

Masters: That I don’t recall either.

Preleski stepped forward and offered photos of the interior and exterior of Howell’s blue van. His recollection refreshed, Masters stated that it was the vehicle that Howell drove on the week of Thanksgiving of 2003, and the same van that they cleaned out on the driveway. On entering the van, Masters testified that it contained “regular odors” including the smell of grass, oil, gas, and some body odor.

He went on to testify that he did not recall there being any seat cushions on the bluish-grey bench in the van, matching or non-matching. Further, he didn’t see Howell remove any cushions or dispose of them in any manner. The answer was in direct contradiction to a portion of the written statement given by Masters to police on May 13, 2005, with initials showing his voluntary approval of the information in the margins of the document.

We emptied out the van together. I remember the van had a light blue rug. I saw the bench seat in the back of the van. I saw the bottom bench cushion and the back bench cushion were present. I saw both red and dark red stains on both the bottom and the back cushions that were very noticeable. Devin said that the cushions were stained, but didn’t give any further explanation. Margin, JAM.

While giving this statement, Inspector Hankard showed me a picture of one of the cushions inside the van. I recognize it as being (a) photograph of the same cushion with red and dark red stains. I signed, dated and timed this photograph as the picture of Devin’s van I saw during Thanksgiving 2003. Margin, JAM.

While inside the van I smelled a very strong odor. It wasn’t gas, oil, or grass. It smelled like body odor. Initials, JAM.

Right around this time I watched Devin take the bottom bench cushion off, roll it up, and put it in a plastic bag. Devin put the plastic bag at the curb for pick up, which occurred sometime later. Margin, JAM.

From an evidentiary perspective, the five-page document, initialed by Masters in nineteen locations and signed five times, was Howell’s death knell. When Masters took the stand less than two years after writing the statement and testified differently, it made him look like, well… a liar. More precisely, he looked like a loyal friend and a liar.

On cross-examination, defense attorney Ken Simon tried to show police coercion. According to Simon, the written statement was not reliable because there was a show of force used by the police. First, a large group of them unexpectedly showed up at Masters’ home and questioned him for two hours. This was followed by a lengthy interrogation at the police station that lasted upwards of four hours. Masters was “very nervous” and just wanted to give the police what they wanted so he could go home.

Judge Sheldon wasn’t buying it. He overruled Simon’s objection to the admission of the written statement, finding that Masters was not in police custody when the statement was made, and he was in fact free to leave. Moreover, his nervous state was a given. It did not indicate that he had been threatened in any way. It was hardly a threat when the police told Masters that the failure to cooperate could lead to a charge of aiding and abetting a fugitive. They were simply doing their job. Finally, ten or so officers may have initially approached Masters home in May 2004, some in uniform, but when he was questioned at the station, it was only by two detectives.

Disclaimer: In 2007, William Devin Howell was sentenced to 15-years imprisonment for the murder of Nilsa Arizmendi, absent the discovery of the victim's body. Arizmendi's remains were subsequently located with the assistance of FBI cadaver dogs behind a strip mall in New Britain, Connecticut, in April 2015.

The forest behind the strip mall located at 593 Hartford Rd.

The remains of three more victims were found alongside Arizmendi's remains at that time. Eight years earlier, in August 2007, three other victims were discovered in the forest behind that same strip mall. All total, the remains of seven individuals have been found behind the strip mall. Howell has been charged with the murders of the remaining six victims. On Monday, May 9, 2016, Howell pled not guilty to the murders. A trial will probably not take place for at least 1-2 years. The information contained in the foregoing post was derived from the 2007 trial transcript. The author remains in close written correspondence with Howell.