Blood, Lies & Ferry Rides
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Behind closed doors in Montana, Florida, and Maine, three people thought they had gotten away with it. A deputy, a grieving mother, and a sharp-eyed boy had other plans.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dark-american-crime--7005371/support.
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Speaker 1: Welcome back to the show tonight. We have three stories,
Speaker 1: three cases, three communities torn apart, and in every one
Speaker 1: of them a person who refused to look away when
Speaker 1: everyone else had moved on. Let's get into it. There
Speaker 1: is a town in rural Montana called Millhaven, population just
Speaker 1: under four thousand. It sits between two mountain ranges, the
Speaker 1: kind of place where the winters are brutal and the
Speaker 1: summers are so beautiful they make you forget the winters entirely.
Speaker 1: Everybody knows everybody, and the family everybody knew best was
Speaker 1: the Hargroves. Rex Hargrove had built a small empire in
Speaker 1: Milhaven over forty years, a lumber business, a construction company,
Speaker 1: a controlling interest in the only grocery store in town.
Speaker 1: He was seventy one years old, thick handed and loud voiced,
Speaker 1: the kind of man who filled up a room before
Speaker 1: he even opened his mouth. People either loved Rex or
Speaker 1: feared him, and most managed to do both at the
Speaker 1: same time. He had been married to his wife Eleanor
Speaker 1: for forty four years. Three children, Brandon, the eldest, who
Speaker 1: ran the lumber operation, Cassie, the middle child, who had
Speaker 1: moved to Seattle and rarely came home, and Joel, the youngest,
Speaker 1: who at thirty four, still lived in his parents' house
Speaker 1: and worked as a handyman on the family properties. On
Speaker 1: the morning of November nineteenth, twenty sixteen, Rex Hargrove was
Speaker 1: found dead at the bottom of the staircase in his home.
Speaker 1: He had fallen, or appeared to have fallen, from the
Speaker 1: top of the stairs to the hardwood floor below. The
Speaker 1: fall had broken his neck. Eleanor was the one who
Speaker 1: found him. She told police she had woken at around
Speaker 1: six in the morning, noticed Rex wasn't in bed and
Speaker 1: gone downstairs. She thought at first he had simply tripped
Speaker 1: in the dark. Rex sometimes got up in the early
Speaker 1: hours to sit in the kitchen. Joel, who slept in
Speaker 1: a converted room at the back of the house, had
Speaker 1: come running when she screamed. The initial assessment was accidental death.
Speaker 1: Rex was seventy one with a history of high blood pressure.
Speaker 1: A fall down the stairs in the middle of the
Speaker 1: night was tragically not an unusual way for a man
Speaker 1: his age to die. The funeral was three days later.
Speaker 1: The entire town came, but something had been bothering. Deputy
Speaker 1: Sheriff Andrea Kowalski since the morning she'd stood in that house,
Speaker 1: and she could not shake it. Andrea had been with
Speaker 1: the Millhaven Sheriff's Department for eleven years. She was methodical
Speaker 1: and quiet in the way that people are quiet when
Speaker 1: they are constantly paying attention. And what was bothering her,
Speaker 1: she eventually figured out, was the position of Rex's body.
Speaker 1: When people fall downstairs, the physics of it produce a
Speaker 1: particular kind of disorder. Limbs go in unexpected directions, the
Speaker 1: body rarely looks composed. But Rex Hargrove, at the bottom
Speaker 1: of his staircase had been lying with his arms at
Speaker 1: his sides and his legs relatively straight. He looked, Andrea thought,
Speaker 1: more like a person who had been placed than a
Speaker 1: person who had fallen. She brought this to Sheriff Dan
Speaker 1: mooney Moon. He was two years from retirement and was
Speaker 1: not inclined to open a complicated investigation in a town
Speaker 1: where the deceased was the most powerful man in the county.
Speaker 1: He told Andrea she was reading too much into it.
Speaker 1: She did not let it go. Andrea quietly requested that
Speaker 1: the county medical examiner take a more thorough look before
Speaker 1: signing off on the accidental death ruling, and what the
Speaker 1: examiner found changed everything. Rex had a small but distinct
Speaker 1: contusion on the back of his head, consistent not with
Speaker 1: a fall down a staircase, but with a blow from behind.
Speaker 1: The injury was subtle enough to be missed in a
Speaker 1: cursory examination, but under closer scrutiny, the bruising pattern was
Speaker 1: inconsistent with the kind of impact of fall produces. Then
Speaker 1: toxicology came back elevated levels of a sedative in Rex's blood,
Speaker 1: not lethal, but enough to make him groggy and unsteady.
Speaker 1: Rex Hargrove had not fallen. He had been drugged, struck
Speaker 1: from behind, and placed at the bottom of the staircase.
Speaker 1: The Montana Division of Criminal Investigation took over. They began
Speaker 1: looking at the Hargrove family finances and found a picture
Speaker 1: obscured behind layers of corporate structures and trust accounts. Rex's
Speaker 1: empire was quietly catastrophic. The lumber business struggling, the construction
Speaker 1: company hemorrhaging money on over budget contracts, properties leveraged as
Speaker 1: collateral payments falling behind. The family home was three payments
Speaker 1: away from foreclosure. Nobody outside the family knew, but his
Speaker 1: sons did. Phone records showed a series of calls in
Speaker 1: the three weeks before Rex's death between Brandon and Joel,
Speaker 1: long calls at unusual hours. When investigators brought Brandon in
Speaker 1: for questioning, he was composed but evasive. When they brought
Speaker 1: Joel in separately, he was visibly nervous, fidgeting, asking several
Speaker 1: times whether he needed a lawyer. He did need a lawyer,
Speaker 1: but the answer came too late. In the course of
Speaker 1: his second interview. After three hours of mounting press, Joel broke.
Speaker 1: He told investigators everything Brandon had laid it out two
Speaker 1: months before their father's death. The family was going to
Speaker 1: lose everything, the house, the businesses, the properties. Rex was
Speaker 1: too proud to fix it. But if Rex died, life
Speaker 1: insurance worth two million dollars and a business policy worth
Speaker 1: another three would cover the debts and save what remained.
Speaker 1: Joel had refused at first, he had walked out, but
Speaker 1: Brandon kept coming back, and eventually Joel, who had never
Speaker 1: been able to say no to his older brother, agreed.
Speaker 1: Joel crushed the sedatives into his father's evening tea. Brandon
Speaker 1: did the rest. Brandon Hargrove confronted with his brother's confession,
Speaker 1: denied everything. He hired the most expensive defense attorney in
Speaker 1: Montana and prepared to fight. The trial lasted six weeks.
Speaker 1: People in Milhaven took sides. Families who had been friends
Speaker 1: for thirty years stopped speaking. Eleanor Hargrove sat in the
Speaker 1: front row every day, watching her two sons side by
Speaker 1: side at the defendant's table, showing nothing. She had lost
Speaker 1: her husband and was watching her sons be tried for
Speaker 1: his murder. There was no correct emotion for that. The
Speaker 1: jury deliberated for eight days. Both brothers were convicted. Joel
Speaker 1: received twenty five years, Brandon received life. Cassie Hargrove said afterward,
Speaker 1: I left Milhaven because I always knew something was wrong
Speaker 1: in that house. I thought the worst thing that could
Speaker 1: happen was that we would all grow old barely speaking
Speaker 1: to each other. I was wrong about what the worst
Speaker 1: thing was. Andrea Kowalski was promoted to chief deputy. People say,
Speaker 1: she has a way of making you feel like she
Speaker 1: is seeing things you didn't know were visible. That is
Speaker 1: exactly the right quality for the job. Let's go to Florida. Now,
Speaker 1: to a mid sized coastal city on the Gulf Coast
Speaker 1: called Pelican Bay, the kind of place that exists in
Speaker 1: two versions of itself depending on the season. In winter,
Speaker 1: the snowbirds arrived and the restaurants are full. In summer,
Speaker 1: the heat becomes something you negotiate, and the city belongs
Speaker 1: to the people who actually live there year round. Natasha
Speaker 1: Reyes was one of those people. She was thirty one,
Speaker 1: a high school Spanish teacher who spent her summer's tutoring,
Speaker 1: running and working on a novel she'd been writing since
Speaker 1: graduate school. She lived three blocks from the beach, had
Speaker 1: a cat named Horatio, and met a group of college
Speaker 1: friends every Thursday at a wine bar on the waterfront.
Speaker 1: She was the one who arrived first, stayed latest, and
Speaker 1: made reservations even when the others said it wasn't necessary,
Speaker 1: because she always knew it was. On July eighth, twenty nineteen,
Speaker 1: Natasha did not show up to Thursday wine night. By
Speaker 1: nine pm, her friend Camille drove to the apartment. The
Speaker 1: door was unlocked, furniture was overturned, a glass lay broken
Speaker 1: on the kitchen floor. Natasha's phone was on the couch,
Speaker 1: still lit up with unanswered texts. Horatio was hiding under
Speaker 1: the bed and would not come out. Natasha was gone.
Speaker 1: By the following morning, the missing person's investigation had become
Speaker 1: a homicide investigation. A maintenance worker at a public park
Speaker 1: two miles away had found her body in a drainage
Speaker 1: area near the perimeter. She had been strangled. Police developed
Speaker 1: a suspect quickly. Carter Doyle, thirty six, lived in Natasha's
Speaker 1: apartment building, one floor below her, in the unit directly
Speaker 1: beneath hers. He had a prior assault conviction from twenty thirteen.
Speaker 1: Neighbors described him as quiet, occasionally strange, prone to staring
Speaker 1: a beat too long in the elevator. Several reported that
Speaker 1: he had asked them more than once whether Natasha lived alone.
Speaker 1: Security camera footage showed him watching the parking lot on
Speaker 1: multiple evenings, apparently waiting for something. Investigators brought Carter in.
Speaker 1: He was cooperative, perhaps too cooperative, too ready with answers,
Speaker 1: as if he had rehearsed them. He said he'd been
Speaker 1: home all of July eighth. He said he'd heard nothing,
Speaker 1: and he had an alibi for the evening, a video
Speaker 1: call with his mother in Ohio from seven pm to
Speaker 1: nine thirty. His mother confirmed it, The call logs verified it.
Speaker 1: The medical examiner placed Natasha's time of death between seven
Speaker 1: pm and ten pm. Carter's verified alibi covered the heart
Speaker 1: of that window. The investigation stalled. Meanwhile, Natasha's mother, Gloria,
Speaker 1: had driven up from Miami and had not left Pelican Bay.
Speaker 1: She was sixty two years old, and she called the
Speaker 1: lead detective every single day. She asked specific questions, she
Speaker 1: took notes. She retained an attorney simply to have someone
Speaker 1: who could navigate the system on her behalf. And it
Speaker 1: was Gloria who broke the case open. Six weeks into
Speaker 1: the investigation, she called the detective and asked a question
Speaker 1: nobody had thought to ask. Had anyone checked whether Carter
Speaker 1: Doyle had ever been inside Natasha's apartment. The detective said
Speaker 1: Carter had denied it, and there was no evidence to
Speaker 1: the contrary. Gloria said, what about the cat? She explained
Speaker 1: about a month before her death, Natasha had come home
Speaker 1: to find Horatio agitated and hiding a bedroom window she
Speaker 1: was certain she had locked that morning was unlocked. She
Speaker 1: relocked it and put it out of her mind. Gloria
Speaker 1: had not. Investigators returned to Natasha's apartment and pulled latent
Speaker 1: fingerprints from the back bedroom window prince that had not
Speaker 1: been a focus of the initial evidence collection because there
Speaker 1: had been no reason to examine that window specifically. The
Speaker 1: prince matched Carter Doyle. Carter had been inside Natasha's apartment
Speaker 1: before the night of her murder. He had entered through
Speaker 1: the back bedroom window while she was out. This was
Speaker 1: criminal burglary, and it dismantled his claim to have no
Speaker 1: particular interest in her. Combined with fiber evidence linking material
Speaker 1: from Natasha's clothing to the carpet in Carter's unit, and
Speaker 1: the testimony of a forensic pathologist who placed the earliest
Speaker 1: part possible time of death at six forty five pm
Speaker 1: before Carter's call to his mother began, there was enough
Speaker 1: for a grand jury. Carter was indicted for first degree murder.
Speaker 1: He was convicted after a three week trial and sentenced
Speaker 1: to life without parole. After the sentencing, Gloria Rayes sat
Speaker 1: in the hallway outside the court room for a long time.
Speaker 1: A journalist asked how she was feeling. She said, I
Speaker 1: feel like I can go home now. Then she was quiet,
Speaker 1: and she said, but Natasha can't go home, and I'm
Speaker 1: going to have to figure out how to live with
Speaker 1: that for the rest of my life. Gloria went back
Speaker 1: to Miami. She started the Natasha Reyes Foundation, which provides
Speaker 1: scholarships to first generation students who want to become teachers.
Speaker 1: Every year she attends the ceremony and says her daughter's
Speaker 1: name out loud in a room full of people going
Speaker 1: out to do the thing Natasha loved. That is not justice.
Speaker 1: Justice would be Natasha still being here, But it is something.
Speaker 1: Our final story Tonight comes from a small island off
Speaker 1: the coast of Maine called Harrow Island, about six hundred
Speaker 1: permanent residents, accessible only by ferry, the kind of place
Speaker 1: where the same families have fished the same waters for
Speaker 1: four generations, and where outsiders are noticed and long remembered.
Speaker 1: In the summer of two thousand and eight, an outsider arrived.
Speaker 1: He told people his name was David Marsh. He was
Speaker 1: forty four, bearded, soft spoken, with the kind of easy
Speaker 1: manner that makes people feel comfortable. Immediately, he said he
Speaker 1: was a writer working on a book about New England
Speaker 1: coastal communities. He rented a cottage from a family named Pelletier,
Speaker 1: paid three months in advance in cash and settled in
Speaker 1: the island. Warmed to him slowly. He went to the
Speaker 1: pub on Friday nights. He helped his elderly neighbor carry
Speaker 1: groceries up from the ferry dock every week. He remembered
Speaker 1: everyone's name. By the end of his second month, he
Speaker 1: was having dinner at people's houses and was in a
Speaker 1: relationship with Sylvie Pellettier, the thirty eight year old daughter
Speaker 1: of his landlord devorce with a twelve year old son
Speaker 1: named Marcus. Sylvie was the island's only nurse practitioner, essential
Speaker 1: to the community and lonely in the way people can
Speaker 1: be lonely in a place where everyone knows them and
Speaker 1: nothing is new. David was new. David listened when she talked.
Speaker 1: What David Marsh did not tell anyone was his real name.
Speaker 1: His name was Robert Allan Pruett. He had walked away
Speaker 1: from a half way house in Hartford, Connecticut, three years earlier,
Speaker 1: where he was finishing a twelve year sentence for aggravated
Speaker 1: assault and identity fraud. He had spent decades moving between
Speaker 1: states under different names, targeting isolated women. In two states,
Speaker 1: he had been reported for theft in one, a restraining
Speaker 1: order had been filed. He had been living under assumed
Speaker 1: identities for three years by the time he reached Harrow Island.
Speaker 1: The way he was found was almost mundane compared to
Speaker 1: the elaborate deception that preceded it. Sylvie's son, Marcus, was
Speaker 1: twelve years old, and he did not like David. He
Speaker 1: couldn't explain exactly why. It was the way David's stories
Speaker 1: didn't quite hold together, details that shifted slightly between tellings.
Speaker 1: Places he'd supposedly lived that he couldn't describe with the
Speaker 1: specificity of someone who'd actually been there. Marcus did what
Speaker 1: twelve year olds do. He googled. He didn't find Robert
Speaker 1: Allan Pruett immediately, but he found that David Marsh writer
Speaker 1: had no Internet presence at all, no publications, no author biography,
Speaker 1: no mentions anywhere of a writer by that name working
Speaker 1: on a book about New England coastal communities. He brought
Speaker 1: this to his mother. Sylvie told him he was being
Speaker 1: silly that some people simply weren't online. Marcus did not
Speaker 1: drop it. He started paying attention. He noticed that David
Speaker 1: never received mail. He noticed that when news about law
Speaker 1: enforcement came on the pub television. David had a habit
Speaker 1: of looking at the floor, and three months into David's
Speaker 1: time on the island, while going through the pockets of
Speaker 1: a jacket David had left by the door, Marcus found
Speaker 1: a piece of paper with a name that was not
Speaker 1: David Marsh, a number that looked like a case number,
Speaker 1: and a date that corresponded to the period David had
Speaker 1: supposedly been living in Boston. Marcus copied the name and number.
Speaker 1: He went to the island library. He typed the name
Speaker 1: into a computer. Robert Alan Pruitt's arrest record appeared on
Speaker 1: a Connecticut Department of Corrections database. Marcus, who was twelve
Speaker 1: years old on an island with no police force beyond
Speaker 1: a part time constable, did something that required real courage.
Speaker 1: He printed the page, walked to the ferry dock, took
Speaker 1: the ferry to the mainland, got on a bus, and
Speaker 1: walked into a police station. He put the print out
Speaker 1: on the front desk and said, I think this man
Speaker 1: is living on my island under a different name. It
Speaker 1: took three days and a follow up call from Sylvie,
Speaker 1: who had confronted David and been frightened by his response
Speaker 1: before the main State police took the ferry to Harrow Island.
Speaker 1: By the time they arrived, David had packed a bag.
Speaker 1: He was at the ferry dock when they came, which
Speaker 1: was unfortunate for him because there was nowhere to go.
Speaker 1: Robert Allan Pruitt was arrested on Harrow Island on a
Speaker 1: Tuesday morning in November of two thousand and eight. He
Speaker 1: was extradited to Connecticut and subsequently investigated across multiple states.
Speaker 1: He pleaded guilty to charges in three states and was
Speaker 1: sentenced to eighteen years. Sylvie said afterward, the most disorienting
Speaker 1: thing was not that he lied about his name or
Speaker 1: his past. It was that I couldn't determine looking back
Speaker 1: which parts of him had been real. He was kind
Speaker 1: to Marcus, even though Marcus didn't trust him. He helped
Speaker 1: Old Clarence with groceries every week. And none of that
Speaker 1: was real, or maybe all of it was, and I
Speaker 1: don't know which possibility is worse. Marcus, when asked what
Speaker 1: made him keep pushing when the adult said he was
Speaker 1: imagining things, said simply he lied about his stories. When
Speaker 1: you're a good liar yourself, you can tell the details
Speaker 1: always changed, just a little. He didn't think I noticed,
Speaker 1: but I noticed. Marcus Pelletier studied criminal justice at the
Speaker 1: University of Maine and is now, as of last available, reporting,
Speaker 1: a detective with the main State Police. Three stories tonight,
Speaker 1: A family that destroyed itself for money it barely had,
Speaker 1: a man who crept through a window and then smiled
Speaker 1: at his victim in the elevator every day. And a
Speaker 1: con man undone not by forensic technology or a federal
Speaker 1: task force, but by a twelve year old boy who
Speaker 1: noticed that the details kept changing. The thread running through
Speaker 1: all three someone paid attention. Andrea Kowalski looked at a
Speaker 1: body and thought, something is not right. Gloria Reyes asked
Speaker 1: the one question nobody else had considered. Marcus Pelletier wrote
Speaker 1: a name on a piece of paper and got on
Speaker 1: a bus. Attention is not a small thing. It may
Speaker 1: be the most powerful investigative tool that exists. Every database,
Speaker 1: every forensic method, every piece of technology requires a human
Speaker 1: being to aim it, and the person who aims it
Speaker 1: correct is always someone who was still paying attention when
Speaker 1: everyone else had moved on. If you are on spreaker,
Speaker 1: a rating and a review, go a long way. I
Speaker 1: will be back next week. Until then, stay curious, stay safe,
Speaker 1: and pay attention.
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