Bodies
They found three more just like it, two days after the firstâfour sets of bones in all. Each was a full skeleton, kept whole and shrouded in burlap. Each had been placed with an odd specificity, staggered at roughly one-tenth-of-a-mile intervals along the edge of Ocean Parkway near Gilgo Beach. Right away, both the array of the bodies and the care given them seemed deliberate, precise, and methodical.
Convinced that at least one of them was Shannan, the police searched Joe Brewerâs house and seized his car. Almost as soon as the find came over the police scanner, the parking lot where the Oak Beach Inn used to be became a staging area for the media, filled with trucks from all the local New York TV and radio news stationsâWCBS, WABC, FOX 5, WNBC, News 12 Long Island. The cable-news networks followed later, then Dateline and 48 Hours. Surrounded by reporters, the man outed by the police as Shannanâs john was defiant: âIâm innocent in this case,â Brewer said, âso I have truth on my side.â
Brewer claimed to have taken a polygraph, and while the police didnât describe the results or confirm right away that he had submitted to the test, they also didnât declare Brewer a suspect or person of interest. The police talked to Michael Pak, too, picking him up and driving him out to headquarters on Long Island and interrogating him for the better part of a day. Like Brewer, he would say that he passed his polygraph. Unlike Brewerâs, his name didnât leak out to the papers. The police wouldnât charge him with anything, nor would they declare him a suspect.
The people of Oak Beach felt under siege. That much wasnât unusual. But this time, the threat came from inside the gate. Where they once waved on the road, now they eyed one another as potential co-conspirators in a serial-murder case. Now it wasnât just a question of what had become of Shannan that night but of why no one in Oak Beach had cared enough to help her. Most neighbors stayed inside their homes. The one exception was Gus Coletti, who tried to distance his community from the remains found down the highway. âWhat guy would murder four people and dump them right outside the door here?â he said. âThat would be a pretty stupid thing to do.â Nothing he said made a difference. Even the most routine questions about Shannanâs last night seemed to hint at some broader conspiracy. When reporters learned there was no security video for that night, they wondered why the police hadnât cared enough to recover the footage right awayâand why, after a girl went screaming down the road and two neighbors dialed 911, anyone in the Oak Island Beach Association would allow the memory on that hard drive to be wiped clean.
The makings of a media sensation werenât difficult to recognize. Four bodies on a beach. A neighborhood with secrets. A serial killer on the loose. Shannan, for her part, was the subject of a few cursory reports, most picking up on the line from her missing-persons file that mentioned bipolar disorder and drugs. All the questions in those first few days concerned her night at Brewerâs. With no video evidence, reporters requested Shannanâs 911 recording. When police refused to release it, no one knew that she had been bounced from jurisdiction to jurisdiction for the better part of half an hour. Shannanâs family filled the vacuum. Mari told reporters that she had heard about a moment in the recording when Shannan says, âYouâre trying to kill me!â Sherre said the tape showed that Shannan had been trying to get away from someone.
The police werenât in a hurry to confirm anything. Suffolk Deputy Inspector Gerard McCarthy acknowledged that Shannan âintimates that sheâs being threatened,â but he also described Shannan on the tape as âdrifting in and out, intoxicated,â concluding that âthereâs nothing to indicate sheâs a victim of a crime on those calls.â Sherre and Mari were appalled. At least three witnesses had seen Shannan screaming and running, and the police still werenât acknowledging that there had been a crime.
Now there were four bodies to contend with, none of them identified. Off the record, the police confirmed that they were working under the assumption that all were escorts. The police and the press scoured open missing-persons cases, and within a day, on December 14, another name surfaced: Megan Waterman of Portland, Maine, last seen in June at a hotel in Hauppauge, about fifteen miles from Oak Beach. That night on CNN, Nancy Grace conducted a live remote interview with Meganâs mother. In her clipped New England accent, Lorraine Waterman said the police had contacted her about the case that day and she expected theyâd be coming to her for a DNA sample. Meganâs mother answered barely three more questions before Grace cut her off, rhapsodizing about what Lorraine must be going through. âThis is going to be one of the greatest Christmases of my life,â Grace said. âAnd when I think about what these mothers are going through, like the mom that is joining us tonight, this could possibly be her daughter that she has loved and nurtured for all of these years, and now sheâs waiting to find out whether one of these skeletal remains is going to be her daughter.â
Lorraineâs interview was crowded out by speculation from a psychologist, Mark Hillman, author of My Therapist Is Making Me Nuts!; a former deputy medical examiner from Los Angeles, Howard Oliver, opining about the limitations of analyzing old bones found on a beach; legal correspondent Juan Casarez, stating, obviously, that âcrime scene investigators are launching what I believe is going to be a massive, massive homicide investigationâ; and CNN reporter Rupa Mikkilineni, live from Long Island, reporting that âall four of the bodies have very different levels of decomposition.â When, in a segment from Ocean Parkway, one police officer said that Long Island might be home to a serial killer, Grace broke in.
âHello?â she said. âItâs a serial killer! The same man killed all four women! And thereâs probably more!â
Itâs been over fifty years since Richard Dormer came to America, and his voice still hasnât lost its Irish lilt: these and there and this come out as deez and derr and diss. The Suffolk County police commissioner was born outside of Dublin and grew up in the small town of Newtown Crettyard, County Louth. Small but tough, he wanted to be a cop ever since he was eleven years old. When he was fifteen, his father died, and his only future in Ireland seemed to be working in the same coal mine that had employed his dad. He came to New York three years later, in 1958, and worked in the kitchen of a state hospital for five years, playing Gaelic football in the Bronx on the weekends, before finishing nineteenth out of more than a thousand applicants in the Suffolk County detectiveâs exam.
Dormer moved to Long Island, married, raised a family, and walked a beat. Over the next three decades, he earned an MBA, took classes at the FBI National Academy in Quantico, Virginia, and at Harvardâs Kennedy School of Government, and saw himself promoted all the way to chief of the Suffolk County police. When a new county executive pushed out the commissioner and all the chiefs with him in 1993, Dormer bided his time managing a private security company. In 2004, another new county executive, Steve Levy, brought Dormer back as commissioner. He was sixty-three, with white hair and thick glasses. Most of his peers were retired or about to be. But Dormer was thrilled, telling Newsday, âI get the chance to get back into the police department that I love.â In charge at last, Dormer alienated the rank and file with budget cuts, replacing Suffolk officers with redeployed state police, insisting all the while that he was a copâs cop. He remarked on how surprised his officers seemed when heâd lumber into their patrol cars, an old coot asking to come along on their shifts. If anyone ever questioned his decisions or priorities, all he had to do was point to Suffolk Countyâs 20 percent drop in violent crime during his tenure as the man in charge.
By the close of 2010, the end was in sight. Dormerâs boss was on his way out. Steve Levy had switched parties, from Democrat to Republican, in an ultimately unsuccessful run for the governorâs office, and now the district attorney, a Democrat, was investigating Levy for misuse of campaign funds. A third term as county executive didnât seem to be in the cards for Levy. His replacement was likely to bring in his or her own police commissioner. Dormer, who was turning seventy, expected to serve one final, quiet year and cap off his long career with dignity.
Which might have explained the pained look on his face when, on Thursday, December 16âthree days after the second, third, and fourth bodies were found, and two days after Nancy Grace joined in the national chorus of speculation about a serial killer in his jurisdictionâhe stood in front of a phalanx of news cameras on the scene at Ocean Parkway, the wind from the Atlantic Ocean tousling his short shock of white hair, and made his first statements about the case that had already hijacked his legacy, overshadowing every other memory of his career in law enforcement.
âI donât think itâs a coincidence that four bodies ended up in this area,â he said. In the same breath, he almost tried to wish it away: âI donât want anyone to think we have a Jack the Ripper running around Suffolk County with blood dripping from a knife.â Dormer blinked. âWhich might be the impression that some people would get . . .â He trailed off.
âThis is an anomaly,â he said. âDonât worry.â
Dormer and his team avoided all talk of a serial killer in the days that followedââAnything is possible at this point,â said Deputy Inspector William Neubauer, âbecause thereâs so many unanswered questionsââeven as they kept searching for more bodies. They shut down ten miles of Ocean Parkway, between Tobay Beach and the Robert Moses Causeway, as teams of officers and dogs combed the bramble. The police from neighboring Nassau County were reviewing their open cases, too, searching for possible identities for the skeletons. On Friday, they joined the search effort along with the New York State Police, moving west toward Jones Beach, shutting down the highway most of the day. Snowfall was expected that weekend, adding to the pressure. âWe want to make sure we donât miss anything,â Dormer said.
What he wasnât saying was how unprepared his people were. Four sets of remains found along a beach would be more than enough for any police jurisdiction to deal with. Suffolk County medical examiner Yvonne Milewski guessed the skeletons had been left there for a year or longer, though it was possible that the wind, rain, and salt air along the beach had accelerated their decomposition. It wouldnât be long before, on TV and in print, criminologists and self-styled serial-killer experts would start speculating whether the killer ritualistically cleaned the bones of flesh before shrouding them in burlap and placing them at careful intervals along the highway. Many of the bones were so fully decomposed that it wasnât clear at first whether all four sets of remains had been female. Milewski sent the four skeletons to the New York City medical examinerâs office, where a team led by a nationally recognized forensic anthropologist named Bradley Adams set about analyzing them for DNA and signs of trauma. As soon as his DNA analysis was complete, he would upload the information into the Combined DNA Index System, or CODIS, the FBIâs national DNA database, to search for identity matches.
The one thing Milewskiâs team didnât need New York Cityâs expertise for was a ruling on whether any of the four bodies was Shannan. Alex Diazâs punch had left Shannan with a unique distinguishing characteristic. There was no titanium plate in any of the four jaws. On December 16, the same day as Dormerâs first press conference at Oak Beach, the police announced that none of the bodies was a match for Shannan.
Joe Brewer, having decamped to his motherâs house in Islip, seemed only marginally relieved. Even if he really had no idea why Shannan had gone running that night, he knew heâd never be entirely free of scrutiny, and no matter where Shannan was, the four bodies on the beach would be linked to her case. âMy life is ruined. I will still be judged forever. Iâll have to move. I feel for my daughter,â he said. âThis has been a rough time for me, but Iâm not the victim here. Those four girls are the real victims. I just hope there is some sort of ending that will give these families some peace.â
For the second time in under a week, Mari Gilbert was brought low. âIâm confused,â she told reporters. âWhere is she?â Then she got angry, complaining that the police had ignored the case for months, taking it seriously only after four more bodies had turned up. âThey were acting like it didnât happen,â she said. A sister of Mariâs back in Pennsylvania, Lori Grove, brought up that the police hadnât made it to Oak Beach until over an hour after the start of Shannanâs 911 call. âIf somebody had gotten there within ten or fifteen minutes, my niece, most likely, would be alive,â she said. âShe was on the phone with police for more than twenty minutes. Why did no one get there?â
Neighbors maintained their standoff with the news trucks in the parking lot, resenting the attention, wondering when life would go back to normal, and while the police awaited word from New York City on DNA matches, the search for Shannan went on. From the Robert Moses Causeway to the Nassau County line, the police charted out a search area, breaking it down into eight four-foot sections of maps they kept in a mobile command center. The highway was marked with bright orange arrows, pointing north to each spot where the remains had been found. Fluorescent orange flags were planted in the earth on each of the four sites. Officers started to weed through the bramble, fanning outward from the flags. Only when the first heavy snows came, just after Christmas, did the police bring the search to a halt. The plan was to come back after the first spring thaw, before new foliage had a chance to grow.
The people of Oak Beach had a reprieve, albeit a temporary one. The investigation entered a quiet period: no arrests, no confirmed identities for the bodies, and no more daily police updates from Oak Beach. Dormer created a task force with three supervisors and a dozen detectives, including specialists in cell-phone technology and computer forensics. The task force sought advice from the FBIâs Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, and in February, a team of federal investigators spent a few days touring the sites, looking at the evidence, and sitting at a round table to brainstorm. Through most of January, they refused to speak publicly about the case. If they found a clue or a suspect, they werenât saying.
Producers for cable TV news have a stable of pundits they turn to during hot crime storiesâmedical examiners, criminologists, forensic scientists, former prosecutorsâand the serial-killer category has its own roster of subspecialists, ready to chime in on what could be learned from bones exposed to weather for eighteen months or longer, and what the burlap and the location might say about the killerâs signature. They could fill the airtime talking about how Gary Ridgway was called the Green River Killer because he buried his victims in shallow graves near the river of that name in the state of Washington, and how Denis Rader became B.T....