Rotten Mango - #142: The Mama’s Boy Night Stalker (Case of Fred Coe)

Episode Date: February 23, 2022

The only thing he loved in life was his mom. She was his everything. He couldn’t bear to be fighting with his “Mama Bear.” He was worried that South Hill Rapist would come for his mom. I mean why wouldn’t he? He was terrorizing the entire neighborhood - no woman was safe. The rapist would drag women into the bushes, assault them, threaten them, and then whisper in their ears. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, you didn’t deserve this, are you okay?” In a high-pitched baby voice. His mama bear did always say his baby voice was just so adorable. Full Source Notes: rottenmangopodcast.com To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Welcome to this week's main episode of Run Mingo. I'm your host, Stephanie Sue. And do you love your mom? Because the only thing that this guy loved in his life was his mom. She was his everything. He couldn't bear to be fighting with his mom his mama bear. That's what he called her. That's my mama bear. He was really worried about her recently because the South Hill rapist would come for his mom. I mean, why wouldn't he? He had been terrorizing the entire neighborhood. No woman, no girl of any age was safe. He would stalk little girls through their windows. Watch them change. He would call them on the phone and taunt them.

I'm coming for you. He would drag women into bushes, assault them, threaten them with his deep scary voice. I'm gonna kill you if you tell anyone. And then at the end, he would whisper into their ears. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. You didn't deserve this. Are you okay?

In this sick, disgusting, high-pitched voice, but he knew better. He didn't think it was sick or disgusting. No, his mama bear always told him, his baby voice was just so adorable. As always full show notes are available at ronmingopodcast.com but there is a really good book on this case and it's called Sun by Jack Olson. This, I feel like I say this every time and I swear I mean it each time. This is one of my favorite true crime authors.

And he always shed light on cases that just aren't that well-known or not as often talked about. Having you talked about something for him? Yes, I love Jack Olson. I've practically read every Jack Olson book that he has ever published in his entire life. I love him. You need to read at least one of his books. Just pick up a copy, start reading it. I promise you, you will not put it down until the sun has set and it's the next day. Like it's that good. Now something to note is that most of the victims in this case have been given pseudonyms. They really want to remain anonymous, so we're just going to respect that.

There's also going to be heavy discussion about sexual assault, rape. I think that when we think of serial killers, we kind of have this picture in our minds, especially serial rapists. You know, they've had a very specific childhood. Maybe they look a certain way, but in reality, I feel like they're just beyond normal people. So normal, in fact, that we would be so inclined to be their friend. Maybe you're their happy, go lucky coworker who just thinks, oh wow, he's a nice guy.

Or maybe you even want to date him. This is one of those cases. That's how they get away with it. Let's talk about the South Hill serial rapist. It all starts with Gordon Coe. He was the managing editor of the Spokane Chronicle. So this is like a newspaper in Smokane, Washington. He was super laid back.

People loved him, but Gordon's wife, Ruth. Whoa, she was something else, okay. She was a different story. She was not that kind of a person. It's just someone that you would not want to spend more than five minutes in a room with. She's kind of the personality type where at first you're like, wow, this lady is fun. Like, what is this weird fake southern accent that she keeps doing? Because I know it's fake. I mean, it's almost like a caricature of a southern lady, right? But she's just, she's so confident that I almost have to giggle and she's so charismatic, right?

She would spend all of Gordon's money, all of it every last time. And then when he would come home from work, exhausted, exhausted from working, she would down some water, Exhausted, exhausted from working, she would down some water, take a snack, and immediately yell at him. Why are you so boring? You're so dull, I can't believe I have to be around you at all! You should just go back to work, you're such a Debbie downer! I should leave you. I should divorce you right now, do you know how many people would be so happy to be with someone like me? Sometimes she would leave the house for months at a time. She would threaten divorce, storm out of there, and when she would come back, she had no explanation of where she had gone, no apologies, nothing. Gordon would just scoop her back into his arms, and this was there to maltruist relationship. They had two kids. One of them is Frederick. Now, this is the

main person we're going to be talking about today. Little Freddy. Gordon loved his son Freddy, like a good father would. Now Ruth also loved her son, but she loved him to the point where people would kind of look at them. I'm like, is that legal? That's weird. I don't know how I feel about this mother-son duo. I mean, it's kind of creepy. It was even creepier because Ruth was the type of woman that just never dressed her age. She was always dressing like a teenager.

And at this point, a lot of strangers who would see mom and son duo out and about, like when Fred is like 18 years old, they assumed it was a 26-year gap relationship. That was the energy they were giving. So imagine like the mannerisms, their PDA, because you know, you can typically tell, even if you're like a full grown adult,

if you're hanging out with your parents. When they weren't being sexually weird and radiating sexual tension, Ruth was a helicopter mom, to the full extent, by definition. She was the one that would go yelling as Fred's classmates, his teachers, other parents. She would stir up petty neighborhood drama all in the excuse of protecting my

precious son. She's the type of lady that would make me cry. I mean, she'll yell at you, she'll curse at you, and you better hope that you don't get on her bad side during the winter, because she will run out, grab mounds of slow, pat, pat, pat, pat, pat, and just chuck massive snowballs at your car while you drive away. Fred thought it was amusing. Almost charismatic. Of course he did. He's a kid. He called his mom, lovingly, might I add, mother bear or bear facts? Which, I don't know, maybe bear facts is an inside joke. I tried to Google it and only bear fax came up Did you know Grizzlies have the bite force of over 1200 psi? They can crush a bowling ball in their mouths Did you know that so Ruth also had cute little nicknames for Fred too? She called him Fredico

Coco Ricky and just Sun so she would say son did this today. Sun's coming over. It was weird. So Sun growing up had a best friend. Let's call him Dan. And Dan used to admire Fred a lot. He just had this no emotion, no nonsense personality

that Dan thought was the coolest thing ever. This is when he's young so this toxic masculinity trade inside of him is telling him that's how men should be. And my friend Fred, he's young, so this toxic masculinity trade inside of him is telling him, that's how men should be. And my friend Fred, he's a freaking man. For example, one day Fred came to school with a solid gold razor. I don't even know where you get those.

And he said, yeah, look at this razor I got, it's solid gold. I'm gonna sell it. I used to be on my grandpa's. He's not gonna need it anymore though, because he died. Oh, I'm so sorry. But Fred was stone cold, sterile, no emotions. If his pet dog died, no emotion. To Dan at the time, since they were young, Fred seemed so mature, so put together while he's so in control of his emotions, I would have to take a week off of school if that happened

to me. He really looked up to Fred for this. He also noticed that Fred's mom was incredibly strict. If she told Fred to be home by 6, she meant 6, not 6-0-1, 6, and that's that. The one thing though that seemed to get Fred excited and tickled his little pickle was vocabulary. You're here in that right words. He loved learning new words. One of his top five words was Meglemaniac. Otherwise known as a pathological ego-tist

that has delusions of grandeur and an obsession with power. Someone who is convinced that they have absolute power and absolute greatness. Just an absolute asshole is what I'm saying. So he loves this word. That's so odd. I know it's like the worst word to like. It's not even like, oh, I love the word like brave, moyonsy, hustle, no, meglomaniac.

Yeah. What does that say about you? Exactly. I mean, he said he loved the word because honestly, that's what he wanted to have absolute power and greatness. He said that he had big dreams since he was a kid. Almost all of them included copious amounts of cash. He wanted to be rich, successful, and he would tell Zan.

You know, a Megalo Maniac. Yeah, that's how he said it. He said Megalo Maniac as Megalo Maniac. When he had two pronounced and anunciate each little syllable, he would say that Megalo Maniacs can actually swim in the ocean because they believe they can. And it actually takes a megalomaniac to accomplish big things. They're given a really bad rep, but it takes a lot of self-confidence to be successful

in life. And that's what I want to do. So Fred and Dan, they agreed they made a pact. We're not going to play baseball with the other guys our age losers. No, we're gonna start our own enterprise, our own business. At first they started Wilco Enterprises and Wilco Boys Club. They would go door to door and say hi. We're Dan and we're Fred.

And this is the Wilco Purity League. We're here to offer you guys a car wash, personalized greeting cards in exchange for a donation, which we will of course donate to a charity of our choosing. I mean, look at these cute little kids. I would be inclined to give them some money. I'd be like, don't touch my car. Here's some money. Goodbye. Get off my porch. You weirdo. I'm calling the cops. Okay. No, but they would take that money and they would just keep it for themselves. And they just kept talking about how they were going to be rich. And Dan said, Hey, Fred, just out of nowhere, you know, wouldn't it bother you? If we were sitting on top of the work, we were the richest men in the world. And we open up the paper and people are dying, like people are homeless, you don't think, you don't think that's going to bother us?

They're thinking way ahead, okay? He says, ah, yes. But Dan, if we have enough discipline to become the richest men on the world, we just have to cut ourselves free from all these earthly attachments. You get that, right? I don't know if Dan did,

but I think the richest men on Earth got it too literally because the billionaire space race is happening right now. So, literally, detach from all earthly things. They're leaving Earth, they're leaving us here. So that's what Fred said. He said, we don't even need to worry about these poor people. We'll just be loaded.

Now Dan just went along with it. He didn't know much. He didn't think it was really gonna happen. He just felt like Fred was a genius. I guess it makes sense. Yeah. And if we have that kind of discipline, we could do anything.

You're right, Dan. We could even kill our parents. What? Why would I want to do that? I love my parents. Of course you do. I don't mean literally. It's just a saying.

We're going to have so much discipline to do something like that, like kill our parents. I mean, if we wanted to, which we don't want to, okay, yeah. So the two of them grew up like this for years till they started getting interested in girls. Now, they definitely had some alarming behavior though, compared to boys their age, they would peep into neighbor's windows to watch girls change. Frightening stuff. Eventually Dan grew out of it and he felt like, oh, I was just doing immature boy stuff. But Fred, he never grew and he felt like, oh, I was just doing immature boy stuff

But Fred, he never grew up. He kept being the neighborhood creep He kept peeping through neighbors windows to watch girls change and it got so bad that a girl's dad had to fire a shotgun To scare off Fred not even the sight of the shotgun scared off Fred. He had to fire it into the air He just wouldn't leave. Fred literally could not, for the life of him, attract or even talk to girls. He had no sense of social cues. One time he walked up to a girl that he wanted to talk to

and he asked her, hey, what's wrong with your mouth? And she looked at him and she looked shy and she briskly ran away. Dan's like, why did you just do that? I thought you wanted to talk to her, and now she really doesn't like you. What do you mean, what did I do?

I just asked her, what's wrong with her mouth? Yeah, but obviously she's not gonna like you, like you just embarrassed her in front of all of us. Wait, why would I embarrass her? Something was wrong with her mouth. He was clueless. This reminds me of a TikTok that I just watched. Of a girl that was like seven years ago, this one comment made me shave my entire body for the rest of my life,

and all the comments are like that boy in seventh grade that said, why are your arms so hairy? This is that moment. He said, what's wrong with your mouth? Okay. Now, I guess his inability to read social cues charmed someone because Fred lost his virginity when he was 16. He did complain to Dan though. He said, damn, I'm just a little bit upset because I ejaculated prematurely. And I think she laughed at me. No, I don't know if this is the person that he lost his virginity to, but let's call this girl Britney. So Britney started dating Fred when she was 13 and he was 16 years old. She said that he wasn't that interested in sex from the get-go and they had fooled around a bit.

But when they started finally getting around to doing it, he would get on top of her and he would keep constantly asking her. Do you feel a difference in my size? Like, what? Wait, what? Yeah. I don't know if that means compared to other people she might have felt or I don't know if it means from yesterday Did you do some workouts? I don't know

He would also say do I feel aroused to you? Which I'm sorry. Why kind of question is that? It seems like Fred was just super insecure about what woman thought about him One time he had this massive pimple on his forehead and he was supposed to go to on a date with his girlfriend. He broke up with her. He literally broke up with her over a pimple. He said, I'd rather her never see me like this and never see me again than her know that I get pimples. If a girl insulted him, it didn't even have to be someone he was dating. He would moat around and be depressed for days.

He definitely had a bit of a complex of sorts. He really hated doing things that he wasn't the best at. Which like, you're never going to be the best right when you start, right? So Fred ended up starting and quitting almost everything in life. At first it was poetry. He said he wanted to write poetry and call it co-itry because his name is Fred co but everyone heard one poem and they burst it out laughing and they said well you're a poor coit aren't you? Lujar and he quit then he tried track and he lost a few races so he quit that too then he

dropped out a football because he wasn't able to make it as quarterback any other position would have been beneath him, you know? Quarterbacks are the ones that get the girls. They're the star player of the team. He even joined a top social club, but when he tried to get elected president and failed, he quickly lost interest in that too. He hated not being the best so much,

that instead he ended up being painfully mediocre at everything in life. But it was never his fault. It's just never his fault. The football coach was biased, he was playing favorites, the track races were rigged, and there was always just a reason why he failed. It didn't make any sense. Even his parents agreed. We knew this school was shady from the get-go. That coach ought to be fired. I mean, they're doing the most. What's wrong with them? It's so obvious. Senior year rolls around. And Fred's main goal now wasn't sports. It was to fall in love, madly in love. He wanted to do it quick with whoever as long as

she was of upper-class standing. Like that's a really weird thing to want in high school. That's a really weird thing to want in general, but especially in high school. We love his love, no? They get married. That's his vision weird thing to want in general, but especially in high school. We love his love. No They get married. That's his vision. They get married the upper-class girl and him and they would move right next door to his parents house Another red flag. He would start picking up pretty girls driving them around giving them free rides and he hated them all He thought they were incredibly boring or too self-conscious or too self-involved, but he wanted to be associated with pretty girls of good socioeconomic status. Yeah, he was one of those guys, and he was even more annoying when he was out with the boys.

He would talk about how much he loved easy girls, and how he loved sex workers. One of them was named nasty Nancy. He would find young girls to groom, and then when he was done dating that girl, he thought it'd be hilarious and hot to take them over to his friends to, hey, why don't you take this girl for a spin? That's how he talked about women. Take her for a spin. When he fell in love, it wasn't with Nancy, but a Tammy McWilliams.

So Tammy comes from this huge family. She had eight sisters, and they were all not popular in school They were considered the prudes, but Tammy was really pretty She was petite nearly five feet tall with these blue green eyes and this beautiful labyrinth hair And he asked her to see your prom. She said yes But they broke it up because Tammy's parents either didn't like him or just didn't want her to date But for long, for years afterwards, he put Tammy on a pedestal as the most beautiful, wonderful, intelligent woman ever. It was the

first time in my life he had taken a woman seriously. That was not his mom, which by the way, he said some weird things to his friends about his mom. He would say things like, hey, guys, random question. Have you guys ever seen your mom naked? Are you done it? But like, are you curious ever? He's not curious. I'm not curious. Are you curious? Like, he's so weird.

The guy is weird. He would even pick up books on literal arousal for play. Labia coloration. Just pick up a porn book at this point. This is even creepier, I think. He never really got that many girls. It seems like he was obsessed with girls, though, and sex, that is. Anyway, he tells Dan that the breakup with Tammy was one of the greatest tragedies of his life. Very high school. So after high school, he needs a girl named Jennifer. We're gonna

call her Jenny. Now, the two of them, they fall in love and they get married, like immediately, so they moved to Las Vegas and later Los Angeles, and there's not much that I could find in the beginning of their relationship, it just seemed like he wanted to be with someone more than anything. Ruth, his mom, was of course super pissed about her baby boy running off with one of the worst possible wives ever. Are you kidding me? Jenny never understood why Ruth hated her so much. Maybe it was the fact that she was six and a half years older than Fred

Maybe it was the fact that she had already been married once before Maybe it was the fact that she had two kids from a previous marriage Maybe it was the sheer fact that Fred was with someone that wasn't her Whatever it was Ruth hated Jenny and she let everyone know. She would hiss that Fred. I told you not to get involved with those little life woman, woman that hang out at bars and the ones that ride buses. You know, white trash. Ruth is white.

That's what Ruth said, not me. It was also a new phrase in her speech, white trash. She loved it. She learned it from like a textbook, I guess, of wisdom and knowledge. It's a movie called Gone with the Wind. She treated that like it was a scientific textbook, like an analysis.

She loved it. So she loved the word white trash, and she kept referring to Jenny as white trash. One time both women were in the car, and they start bickering. Ruth gets so pissed off, she reaches over across to Jenny's face and f***ing Doug her fingernails into Jenny's cheek. Jenny was permanently scarred from this and she would have to wear makeup to cover it up. Did Ruth apologize? No. Did Fred, who was driving

that said car, apologized for his mother's actions? No, he just said, oh you know my mom. Mother Bear forgot to take her thyroid pills, and that messes with her anger. So it came as no shocker when Fred and Jenny's marriage ended, and Fred moved back in with his parents, but the both of them would have this on and off relationship. Jenny would even move back to Spokane Washington

to be with Fred, like in an apartment complex nearby. And for the next six years, I mean, it was all at Fred's urging that their relationship started getting serious again. He's the one that's like, Jenny, I love you, please come back to me, right? And Jenny's like, okay, but you need to tell your parents.

You need to put your foot down and let them know that this is your life, they can't control you, and we're gonna get back together. He absolutely refused. So she would keep breaking up with him and then the process would repeat. But come on, it has been 6 years he's 31 years old now and he had promised.

So he's definitely going to do it right? Fred has been constantly spending the night at Johnny's apartment to get away from his parents. I mean, at this point he was there every single night. He even slowly started moving his stuff in with her. Either his parents already knew they had a hunch, or he just had to tell them. Bite the bullet, do it Fred,

but he always had some sort of excuse, of course he did. Listen, I need to find a new job first. It's because of my new hair. Okay, so you understand the job part, but let me explain the hair thing. Fred had a very eccentric style. He was the type of person that could never decide what style he liked. So he constantly changed his hair.

He died it, he permed it. Sometimes he shaved it all off. Sometimes he bought a wig. Perfectly normal, who doesn't like stuff like that. But every time he revamped his look, well, he had a quit his job. He had to get a new job. I mean, it didn't fit his new hairstyle.

Yeah. Really? It's like he was creating fit his new hairstyle. Yeah. Really? It's like he was creating a whole new persona. Like imagine who is the perfect Whole Foods employee. What they would look like. OK, so he matches his outfit, I mean, his hairstyle. Yeah, a job is just an accessory when you really think about it.

He would transform into that. And then he would quit and do something else. And then he would do it all over again One time he came home with a completely new hairstyle and said Jenny Quit your job. I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna make a fortune Gonna be a sex worker listen I'm gonna entertain men and women and the money's just gonna keep rolling in You'll never have to work another day in your life. Pookie. That's what he called her

Pookie. That's what he called her, Pookie. Now, he was also always on a new diet. The most recent one being avoiding tap water at all costs because they were being poisoned by the government and avoiding any food additives, which honestly, you know, it is bad for you. But he said that he had to do this because if he didn't, it would lower his sperm count.

Or it would take away his deep, delicious broadcast voice. Which who would want that? He used his great broadcast voice to get a brief job as a radio announcer and as a DJ. Honestly, he didn't do well. He really had no special skills or talents in life at 31. He didn't even have a direction, but every time that he opened his mouth, he talked like he was Warren Buffett. He was dishing out, valuable advice to everyone. Sometimes when people asked, hey, what do you do?

He would say, oh, I'm in media. Yeah, as if he were Mr. Murdoch, him's freaking Michael Bloomberg himself. I'm in media. What do you do? Sometimes he would tell people that he was an author, which at this point was just comical. So Fred had an idea of a book about a sex in the White House. It was supposed to be satire and witty. It was neither. He started shopping around for bookteals and he was rejected 40 times.

But to Fred, the book was great. The publishers were wrong. They failed to recognize good talent. So Fred begged his dad for a loan to self-publish the book and he said, Dad, you know, no major distributors can handle the book of this magnitude. Like, it's just too good. It's literally a literary masterpiece. I mean, this is nothing short of genius. You know that, I know that. You're like, oh my god, Stephanie, you're killing us. Give us a snippet. OK, fine. So he thought that his use of words like country,

this great country, country, for intox of masturbating in the ovary office instead of the oval of it. I would include a snippet of one of his self-described funniest paragraphs in the book but I would get canceled because in just a few short lines he is able to offend the black community, the Jewish community, Asian community, Native Americans, Protestants, Catholics, and literally everybody else all in like two sentences. I don't want to tell in at this point. So she just ignored his crazy thoughts. And if anything, she was impressed

at how persuasive he was. One time when they were in California, actually not one time, many at times. They had gone an entire month by not paying for a single restaurant meal. And not because they didn't eat out. No, he would eat to his heart's content and by the time dessert was getting ready,

he would start the car, drive it around, Jenny would pretend to go to the bathroom, but she would rush outside, and they would make a swift and speedy getaway. If Jenny said, but you don't feel bad, well, if we don't have the money, Jenny, we have the ethical right to steal. Now, in hindsight, Jenny has no idea

why she would ever do something like this. It just wasn't in her character, but she said that he had a way with words. He was always still convincing somehow. And thinking back on their marriage, I mean, what the heck was that? She said no wonder every time I get back together with this guy, I just start drinking again. He's just too much. I mean, look at me now. I'm 37. I've got two boys to take care of. I can hold down a job and like Fred, but I'm supporting this guy in his crazy expensive habits. All he drinks is sparkling perier,

and he likes Portuguese sardines and fresh steaks, but he's unemployed. And I don't have a good paying job. She was having second thoughts. Honestly, I, I don't know what good paying job. She was having second thoughts. Honestly, I don't know what she saw in Fred. That evening, though, was gonna be his last chance. She had given him an ultimatum, either move in permanently and tell your parents or we break up.

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Listen to and follow the set, an Odyssey originals documentary podcast series, available now in the Odyssey app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your shows. I'm not a big guy, man, but I love being that dirty mother f***er. She waited and she waited in the doorbell rang. She was like, that's him. That means he chose me, right? She opened it up. They were just in each other's arms.

They started off the evening by having sex, and Fred was telling her the usual things he loved to tell her. He would constantly tell her that she was the best partner that he had ever had. A few years later, he would tell everyone that they had a brother-sister relationship. So great, first his mom, and now his wife is a sister, that's his gross. After having sex, they're laying in bed, cuddling. And he just starts talking about how mad his mom is, because she found out that he had been sneaking out in the middle of the night. He even put a lump of blankets under the bed to make it seem like he was sleeping in the bed,

but she found that it wasn't him. This guy's 31. Yes, but Frank, you're 31. Don't you think it's tight tone? You know, cut that umbilical cord once and for all, tell your mom we're dating? Yeah, I just, I hate to break her heart like this, you know? Jenny laid there in silence wondering, you know, am I always going to be the third wheel

in this relationship with his mom because it feels like it? She starts tuning him out because all he is doing is talking and talking and talking about his mom, yapping away. And this was five-ish years ago. She's having a flashback at this moment. Five-ish years ago. They were vacationing at Fred's parents' house. And one night, Ruth, Fred's mom, announced that, hey Fred, I'm going to cut your hair.

And she just starts walking towards him with a pair of scissors. I mean, it was really out of nowhere. She didn't ask. She didn't say, hey, your hair's getting kind of long. You want me to cut it? Nothing. And Fred did not want to cut his hair. He was going through a phase with his hair.

So he started ducking and he's like, mom, stop it. And he wrestled the scissors out of her hands. And she was so shocked that he didn't droop to his knees and offer up his hair as a sacrifice to his own mother. And that he dared to refuse her something. She stormed into her dared to refuse her something, she stormed into her room, packed her bags, shoved her puppy in her new car that her husband

just bought her, and announced, I will now be spending another night. No, not another second in this house with a disobedient son. And she slept at a motel 60 miles away. Somehow in this process, she lost her new puppy, and then she drove all the way to Nevada. From Washington. Then she decided she was sick of Nevada, so a few days later, she flew back home to Washington. But since she had driven there, she just abandoned her new car there. And it was up to her husband to figure it out.

So Jenny's thinking about this, and she's just curious. I wonder what's going to go through Ruth's mind. Maybe, maybe for once, she'll be a, she'll be calm about it. The couple fell asleep in each other's arms, and the next morning, Fred grew a backbone, and he called his mom and he confessed. Mom, I'm seeing Jenny again,

and I think I'll be moving in with her. She said, you mother, forkart, literally. Where is the address? Where does she live? I just want to talk. Let me stop by. Let's just have a nice peaceful conversation. He refused to give her the address. I mean, for good reason, she looked like she was getting ready to fight someone. Ruth did not let this deter her, though. She found out where Jenny was working. St. Joseph's care center, a nursing home. Ruth started calling there and she would scream through the phone, why don't you get out of my son's life. You left him heartbroken and now you have the nerve

to come all the way back to Washington after the divorce and try to hurt him again. I'm not going to have it. She called for weeks. Sometimes she would shout. Sometimes she would yell and sob and cry. And sometimes she would just be completely silent, breathing into the fun. I don't know which one is worse. Meanwhile at home, Jenny had a lot to deal with. I mean, it was clear that Fred was distraught.

He couldn't even drive past his parents' neighborhood without getting emotional. He felt like they should move. They're too close to his parents, but with Jenny being the only one that was bringing in the money, it was a lot easier said than done. They would have to wait. And then one morning, Fred walked down to his car and it was completely torn apart. Windows broke in, lights knocked down, the body of the car was dented, scratched, and even

the inside of the poultry was ripped. Fred's insurance fixed it, but two weeks later it was vandalized again. The insurance investigators came out to take a look and they said, you know what's strange? Some of the damage here looks like it's done with a woman's high heel. A stiletto of some sort. Strange, huh? Yeah.

Later, Jenny is pacing the living room. It's your mother. I mean, it's got to be what is she trying to prove here? I don't know, Jenny. Dad told me she's back with her shrink. He said, uh, it's your mother. I mean, it's got to be what is she trying to prove here? I don't know, Jenny. Dad told me she's back with her shrink. He said, uh, she's flipping out. Your dad said your mom's flipping out? That doesn't sound like something your dad would say.

Like, he would never use the words flipping out. What do you think made her flip out? Silence. Hello, what do you think made her flip out? He refused to respond. I mean, Fred always had a hard time answering any difficult questions. That was just the type of guy he is.

He would just completely shut down. So the couple moved to another apartment building three miles away, and at first it seemed like a positive change. They were getting along better. Fred was being extra attentive, complimenting Jenny, being sweet to her, even gently guiding her to experiment with her own style. She called him Coco, and it was all so cute, but it would get very, very sour, very quickly. By the end of

that summer, Jenny was done with Fred. She was fed up. He had replaced his car with a brand new one, a brand new Pontiac. Fred, what are you doing with a car like that? We can't even pay rent. Why did you get this car?" Listen babe, I'm a writer. It's only gonna get bigger from here. I just need to be discovered. I'm ahead of my time. People are still waiting for their brains to catch up with me and when it does. Man, the bills they're gonna get paid. Money's gonna keep rolling in. You know I'll always take care of you, Pookie. You've got nothing to worry about. She heard that line a million times. Yet she was the only one paying bills. She was the only one with a full-time job. Listen, Pookie, I'm a business man. So of course I need to

look the part in order for her business to take off. I need to be classier. What screams classier than a brand new Pony act? What kind of business dealings are you even talking about? Jenny was confused. Everybody hated him every time he tried to network. Everyone was thrown off by the fact that he talked about himself in third person. You'd pick up the phone. Yes, this is Mr. Co speaking. Do whom am I speaking? And you're looking for Mr. Co for what, exactly? Like are you your own secretary? Like you would talk about himself.

Like he was his secretary. And then he would just never switch back to first person. I mean, it was just really weird. He also had no idea how to treat potential business associates. He would be incredibly aggressive and hang up on people that he was asking for favors from. Jenny would stare at him in shock. What are you doing?

Oh, you know, insert minority. You have to be tough with them. You have to be aggressive or they don't get done. Oh, no way. What? And then one night, Jenny found herself pacing the apartment. Where the hell is this guy? He's been disappearing for blocks at a time

with no explanation. It's 10 p.m. he promised to take me out to dinner at 7 p.m. and now he's just nowhere to be found. What the hell is going on? It was like Vegas all over again. She started questioning their entire relationship, had they ever really made progress? Why was he always trying to change her?

He refused to work on himself, but he is always fixing her, fixing her clothes with a new style. Was she not good enough? Maybe he's not into me. Maybe he's into other types of women and he's just trying to fit me in this mold. I mean, I guess it could be work though. Recently Fred got into real estate, you see.

And he had bought an entire closet full of suits, nice shirts, sweaters, dozens of silk ties. He said he couldn't start work as a realtor without, you know, looking the part. She said, Fred, please, just, just go to work just some one house and then we can buy more clothes. Oh, silly, silly, Jenny.

What the hell do you know? You don't understand. I will soon be the best dress realtor in all of Spokane Washington and the best looking, if I could add so myself. And that would turn over real estate faster than I can change your hair. You should trust me. I read all about it.

In Robert J. Ringer's book, Winning Through Intimidation. Oh, and this other great book that I read, it's called Power. How to Get It and how to Use It. But Fred, I've literally never seen you read. What did you read that? Do you even own these books? But it didn't matter, because Fred wouldn't listen, and he went out and bought $2,000 worth of new clothes.

He was buying his dream wardrobe with new credit cards he was opening up, and whenever one was all overdrawn, he used it up. He would just open up another. He thought by the time the bills came and collectors came for him, he would be richer than Jeff Bezos by then. Anyway, Jenny was pacing, it was 10.30 now, where the hell is this guy? Was it a coincidence that while she was waiting for her cocoa, her friend to come home,

and he was late, at the same time a woman from across town was walking nearby the police department, when she saw a man start to walk behind her. She didn't panic. This was a relatively busy street. He was probably going to walk past her anyway. But he didn't. Instead, he walked up behind her, grabbed her by the breast, and she screamed, I'm going

to call the police. And the car started headed their way and he scurried off. Witnesses saw him jump into a Pontiac Grand Prix that had a disco vanity plate. I mean, the incident was reported to the police and because of the vanity plate, the car. I mean, it was easily tracked back to Fred Coe. So they went through this guy's file and they realized this guy has a record. Property damage at a neighborhood pool when he was 16. No charges were filed.

Carnal knowledge. By the time he was 18, and Carnal knowledge could meet a lot of strange things, but none of them are really that alarming, so again, no charges filed. The next one, possession, assault, no formal charges listed, and the last, in decent liberties and first-degree burglary. This time the charges were brought, but dropped. And another incident report, an airline stewardess said that Fred was peeping over the toilet wall in a woman's restroom of a very nice restaurant.

She looked up and saw this man staring at her urinating in the restaurant bathroom. She made eye contact with him, and she was about to scream, and he just calmly said, you have a very nice kind. What the fork? The incident report was filed, but it seemed that the charges were dropped. So the police are looking at this guy's file and they think, oh it's not like he's a sex offender, right guys? Does that sound like a sex offender? You can't even touch her! So she would just not pursue the case of him grabbing the woman's breasts and sexually

assaulting her. What do you guys think? I mean, sounds like a nice guy, right? We all make mistakes. I bet he was probably drunk when he did those things. So, does he really even count? Let's just call it a day and grab dinner, team. And that's what the police did. So Fred Coe was charged for fondling a woman and then let go without even so much as an interview.

And now let's talk about Lori. Lori was 20 years old and she had already been through a lot in life. She had suffered a miscarriage, an abortion, she had been impoverished most of her life and she had attempted suicide at one point. And let me explain. Her husband, Owl, was a horrible person. He was a Vietnam veteran and when Lori got pregnant for the first time, she was happier than ever.

Their relationship was fantastic. It seemed too perfect. Al was so excited to teach his son all these amazing things about being a man, which by the way, they didn't even have the gender confirmation yet, so I don't know why. He just was adamant that this was going to be a son. But two months into the pregnancy, Lori slipped on a patch of ice. She fell on her spine and she suffered a miscarriage. The baby died and I'll blame her for the loss of his son.

When she got pregnant the second time, I'll try to force her to have an abortion. He said, now you're just going to lose it again. And he stopped talking to her. Literally gave her the silent treatment for her entire pregnancy. I mean, what? And it only got worse because she gave birth to a healthy little baby girl. Oh boy, did that piss off Owl. He wanted a son to do manly things with.

What was he gonna do with a girl? Have tea parties? That's disgusting. What are some of the things he's gay? So he would spend all day getting on his motorcycle driving around, hitting on teenage girls, and Lori felt depressed. She knew what I was doing. She was stressed. She was alone in all of this and she had postpartum depression. So she channeled all of that into a needing disorder. She started eating once a day, if at all. She was only weighing about

90 pounds at 5 feet 5 inches. I mean, it was bad. But I didn't care. He would go out every night with the motorcycle gang. She'd say, can't you just stay with me and the baby? You promised, Al. You promised you'd stay with us. Fine. And he stayed, but he would completely ignore her the entire time.

And around midnight when she went to bed, she would hear him sneak out and zip away on his motorcycle. She would attempt suicide that night. She was rushed to the hospital and the doctors warned her if you don't get it together, you're going to lose the baby. We'll have to take the baby. So she tried, she tried to get out of the house to eat something and I'll keep telling her she was too skinny and she knew this because she took measurements of her waist every single

morning. I'll decide, you know what, I'll take you to dinner with my buddies. So sweet. And you look beautiful today. Laurie, let's go get dinner with my buddies. I mean, this was a crazy step for them. They hadn't done things like this in forever. But that dinner that he took her to with all of his biker friends, she ordered just a coffee,

claiming she wasn't hungry, and Alan's his friends, talked and bantered and even gotten into some drunk fight sat night. She was off in the side just being ignored. Alan literally didn't even talk to her. So she pushed her coffee to the side, stormed out of the restaurants, and they didn't even notice her leaving. She walked down the street, holding back her tears, and when she got to the corner, she turned around, and Alan wasn't there. He wasn't following her, he didn't care, he literally didn't leave the restaurant chasing her. So she thought, okay fine, screw him. I don't need him. My friend's house is just three miles away, that's fine. I can just walk.

Sometimes I walked five to ten miles a day, I mean this is nothing. She wasn't even scared of being out this late. She would take short cuts and darker areas of town, but she wasn't scared. She knew it was safe here. She also felt unattractive anyway. She was too skinny and she knew it. No man was going to look at her. But she asked why did not follow her?

Was he thinking about her or was he just having a blast with his friends? She turned the corner and she seized this man suddenly, get out of a parked car. Great. Now he's blocking her path, okay? I mean she can't switch over to the other sidewalk because that's so obvious so she tries walking around him Hello, excuse me, but he grabs her by the arms and she starts screaming Bloody murder. He covers her mouth and says if you don't scream I'll let you go He let go of her mouth, and she screamed even harder.

Oh God, he's gonna rape me, please help! He forcibly shoved his hand into her mouth and said, if you don't scream, I won't hurt you. He dragged her into the bushes between two houses. She looked into his eyes and she said that it was cold. It was full of hatred. It's almost as if he didn't blink at all. Why would he hate her? They don didn't blink at all. Why would he

hate her? They don't even know each other. Why would he do this to her? He starts dragging her eight feet across the wet damp grass. He starts fondling her and he says, now I'm going to clean you out. He knelt down, unziped his pants, removed her clothes, including her tampon, and he used one hand to grow her and the other to cover her mouth. He starts performing oral sex on her, and Laurie knew that there was no way out. This guy was stronger, faster, bigger than her, so she wheeled herself to just stand still. She closed her eyes, focused on the hand covering her mouth. She didn't want to think or feel anything else.

A few minutes later, he raped her. All the while, he kept asking if she liked it. Then he got up and he ejaculated on her jeans. She looked away to focus on the tulips nearby and she said that it was ironic. Tulips are her favorite flowers. Don't tell the police or anyone else, you got it? I will come back and I will kill you if you do do you understand? She nodded and he ran back off into the darkness and he just left her laying there

She ran to the closest house and that's what her grandma had always thought her growing up a tiny thing like you People will help you if you just ask so she starts banging on the door. No one was home the next house No one was home. She literally pinned down the street, banged on another door. Now, I mean, this is a pretty scary situation for anyone, including women who live at home alone, with all the sex trafficking scams. So the door opened a tiny inch.

There was a woman alone in there. Ma'am, can I please use your phone? No. My god, I've just been raped! Can I use your phone? So the woman realized that Lori was in serious trouble So she let her in and let her use the phone Lori was picked up by the police and driven home and I was freaking out

He's like well what the hell happened and the police officers stood there and just calmly said oh she was raped your wife was raped I'll grab her by the arms Just like the rapist did and she fell fell to the ground screaming, don't touch me. So finally, the police drove her to the hospital for an exam. And she just felt so dirty. It was a lot, swabs, smears. There was a lot of semen in her jeans, but they said that there were no sperm cells.

So they insinuated that it was pre-adjaculation fluid. And there was a lot of it. The police filed a report in Lori was sent home, and all she wanted to do was get in the shower. And this is going to make you want to punch someone right now. When she gets into bed after this long day, I'll try to initiate sex. Oh.

And the first time, she swatts him away. And she said, my God, please not tonight, Al. But in a few minutes, he tried again. And she yelled at him, don't fucking lay a hand on me, just leave me the fuck alone, let me just lay here. So after this incident, Al left with his biker friends and left Lori and their two year old to fend for themselves. And Lori met another man named Tom.

And things were going well briefly, but Laurie told everyone, including Tom around her, never grabbed her by the upper arms. This only triggers trauma, the rate memories, and one day during a fight, Tom grabbed her by the upper arms. She screamed, panicked, wiggled free, and started hiding under a table. I mean, she was traumatized.

And Tom decided the best thing that he could do at this moment was drag her out from under a table. I mean, she was traumatized. And Tom decided the best thing that he could do at this moment was drag her out from under the table, punch her everywhere. Her stomach, her face, her private parts, bite her ripper clothes off, and rape her. He ended it with, that was the hottest fuck I've ever had. You mean rape, Tom? You mean sexual assault, Tom?

The police never caught the rapist. At least not yet. Virginia, otherwise known as Genie, was a 26-year-old. And Genie was from Washington, for now at least, and she had moved around a lot. Her dad was in the air for so his constant travel. She loved it.

She loved experiencing life and finding out about all of these things, but her mom was institutionalized for depression and hallucinations. She was diagnosed with schizophrenia and Jenny felt like it was her duty. She had to take care of her mom. She moved back to Washington and she starts working at a local laundry mat. During the day she was in college, during night she would work the night shift at the laundry mat.

And one day a man walks in and he's in his 30s. He looks clean, cut, and he slides some cash over. God, what do you think of this weather? I guess it's a gloomy night. I guess I like it. Well, I don't. I'm from LA. You know, sunshine and palm trees.

Yeah, I know. I've been to California. And she didn't really care to talk to him anymore. He just gave off these super arrogant vibes and he said that his name was Coco, but didn't even bother to ask her for her name. Well, if you like LA so much Coco, what are you doing here? You know what? Women here in Washington are so hard to date, you know? They're all perverts. They're backwards. I just don't like them. Back home in LA, everybody is relaxed about dating and even sex. Got it, sucks that I'm stuck here.

I mean, Ginny was barely listening to this guy at this point. I guess he got the hint though, because he starts talking to other people in line. And he's still bitching about the women. How woman here are sticks and the weather sucks and the sex is no good. And Ginny just thinks, okay, just ignore it, just ignore it, you're working a job right now. This guy's so annoying, but you'll probably never see him again. But then a few weeks later, the guy is back. Hey, you remember me?

Yeah, Coca-Cola or something. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Coco. And he's holding up some woman's clothing and, gee, so many freaking towels. At one point, Ginny thought that he was like a coach of a little league or something. Who the hell uses that many towels? I'm Kevin, by the way. I thought your name was Coco.

Oh, it's Co. Kevin Co. And Coco is an old nickname that I used to have. And he starts talking to her again. And you know, things were kind of going well this time. And then all of a sudden this guy just straight up holds a pair of panties and says it's my wife's bro I would be so pissed off at you if you did that. Like can you imagine just showing a random person my panties in mid conversation. It's my wife's like what? Well my ex-wife

soon to be. There's trouble in paradise here, you know? Jenny rolled her eyes of course, Coca-Cola. She understood exactly what he was trying to say. Oh, my wife neglects me and she just like doesn't get me and she's such a lousy bitch and she never cleans the house. So I'm trying to cheat on her. You want to be my mistress?

That's exactly what he was doing. Come on. And he talked about how his wife was, you know, an alcoholic and all of these things. And with that, that was their second meeting. It went better than their first. He would come back twice a week from then on. And he would talk to Jenny. She was a good listener.

Maybe it was just because he was comical, but not intentionally, of course, she had to admit. Things were also lonely during her shifts, so it was nice to have someone to laugh that and laugh with, I guess. I mean, it was getting confusing. By that spring, Ginny knew more about quote Kevin than his own wife did.

He even brought her a copy, a manuscript, of his White House sex book. And she said, wow, that's kind of good. There was a poet included in one of it, a poem included in one of it. And she said, it's at this blind man went down to the sea to see what he could see. But on the beach, he stepped on a beer can and cut his tail. What? How's it?

That was it. Dead. The end. So they keep up their weekly chats and about a month into it, Kevin starts showing up in three pea suits. Like he just has a style change. He switches, do expensive European cut style suits. He looked like a male model for Vogue. She's like, wow, this guy's handsome.

You look great. What did you do again? I'm in real estate. Oh, that's crazy. It must be picking up, because you look super successful of a sudden. Oh, you know, Jenny, you have a great deal of taste and suits. Not everyone in Spokane appreciates flair, class, and style like you. I've been working really hard. You want to take a look? Do you want to see what's on my schedule? He brought out his little planner and every day is broken into 15 minutes segments starting at 5.30

a.m. Yeah, with it. Oh my god. You know, I used to do these for myself and I would follow literally none of it. I would just write it down and feel productive and then I never did it. I didn't even do the waking up part. It had a segment for exercise, a shower, then breakfast, and then he would work till five and then work out again. Dinner working out night, you know, because the hustle never stops baby. Then bed at 10. I mean, what a go-getter, that work ethic.

Anyway, nothing about my schedule though. My wife and I are fighting more. Every time we go out, all the girls literally flock around me. So it's just been a sensitive spot in our relationship. One time she came at me with a knife. She was that jealous, can you believe it? And I don't love her. I feel responsible for her.

That's why. She shouldn't have gotten involved with me. Honestly, no woman should get involved with me. Ha, Jenny had to ask. Yeah, why's that? What's just my lifestyle? It's the type of person I am. Now, Jenny wasn't trying to date him,

but she definitely had a soft spot growing for him. He seemed depressed about his bills, she even lent him $300 once. I mean, there was a lot of money, she's just a college student, but she felt bad for him. What did he do with it? He leased another car. What? He leased another car, and he excitedly told Jenny listen. I got a new car She's like what?

What you don't you haven't sold a house? I got fired from my job. Why on earth would we need two cars? Because I told you I'll drive the new car you drive the Pontiac and now you don't have to ride on those buses with those broke bitches no more I told you pookie, I take care of you. Wait, he's dating the... Yeah, he's dating Jenny now. Yeah, he's dating both of them. Oh, okay. You're so shocked by this detail.

You're like, well, he's cheating on his wife. I didn't know they started dating. Oh yeah. So Jenny's, no, Jenny is at home. That's the one that he had been dating. Oh, okay, okay. The one that his mom hates. And then he starts dating Virginia, Jenny.

You know what I'll call it, Virginia, because that's confusing, huh? Yeah, it's a, a Jenny. Yeah, yeah, he's dating Virginia. Yeah, Virginia. He's dating Virginia from the laundry man. So Virginia gave him $300 and he got a new car. And then he gave his old car to Jenny.

He was like, here, drive my Pontiac. Got it. And she's like, I'm literally being hounded by your deque collectors. Your mom is still harassing me. I can't find another job. And we're months behind on bills with an eviction notice just hoving down our necks.

And you wanna get another car? But listen, babe, it's a brand new pure white with air conditioning speakers all around red leather seats power windows Abrolites that on the ooh the leather bed. You just got to see a cherry red She's owned out. She let him ramble and ramble there was no point in arguing anyway. He was gonna do what he wanted. So Jenny is now unemployed, dealing with Fred at home, and it felt like a full time job. But she did have more time to think about her life and how depressed she was. She started seeing a therapist hanging out with her family, and they all told her that Fred was a train wreck.

Meanwhile, Fred is asking out Virginia from the laundry mat. They go to dinner, and this is their first date by the way. Virginia said yes to Coke bottle, okay? She was like yeah, Coca-Cola, I'll go with you. So they go to dinner and he's driving so fast that she held on to the door handle the entire time. They sit down at this cafe and because she knew that he had no money and he had just borrowed $300 from her, she ordered the tiniest side omelet.

It was like an egg. Just a sunny side up egg. It was like a la carte. And he surprised her by ordering an entire massive multiple-course meal plus dessert. Also didn't he say that he was on some sort of nontoxic diet? I mean, what? It was the first date he's smacking on his food and he's like, listen, Virginia, I've been attracted to you since day one.

And I want to take you to Vegas, take you to all the cool shows out there. Oh, and we could go down the streets of Beverly Hills together. That would be amazing. Think about that. At night, we could go to Santa Monica, run around in the sand, you know, the classics. And he reached out and he grabbed her hand, and you know, she liked it. He made it clear that it was over with him and his wife, Jenny.

She felt good. After dinner, he drives her home, and a week later, they had another date, and then a third. And somewhere along the line, there was a big incident in Virginia's life. Her mom had taken her own life. And there was a note that was left behind and it said, I believe in reincarnation, I am deaf. I don't want to be elderly with all these problems, including mental illness. I'm leaving.

Sorry, please forgive me. Jenny was beyond shocked. And you know, she was struck with depression and Kevin. Fred was like, do you need a shoulder to lean on? She declined. She just wanted to be alone. And he went off on a tangent in a moment like this about how much he loved independent woman because yeah, it's definitely about you Fred. What the heck is wrong with you around the same time a young woman was

drawing down a dark street at around 10 p.m. Just being independent and at a dark intersection. A man tried to drag her down, and she managed to escape him. She said that he tried to ram his fingers down her throat. There would be multiple incidents like this. And Fred was just living his best life, I guess. He had taken Virginia to go meet his parents.

Who knew that he was still married to Jenny? I mean, and living with Jenny, so the whole thing is wild. Ruth was a character. She literally talked in that caricature of a Southern woman, just the worst Southern accent known to mankind, but she never broke character not even once. She also spun some crazy wild tales. She said that she owned a property, a massive property in Georgia, because you know, they have connections to the, her name is Ruth Coe, Gordon Coe, to the Coe, Coca-Cola folks in Atlanta. She said that they all, you know, they're all related, distantly, of course, but related. She's got her little grubby fingers in the Coca-Cola fortune for sure. Then Ruth started talking about the Civil War.

Yeah, she was raging Confederate. So that's great. She also used the word, the N-word non-stop during dinner, just a casual dinner. Gordon tried to stop her and she would say, Ruth, come on now. And she would just snap back into a normal conversation about Kevin's childhood as if she wasn't being a racist piece of s- two seconds ago. Also, side note, how did he get his parents to call him Kevin the entire night? I'll never know, but they did! So I mean, it's just going swell!

On the car ride home, Virginia couldn't help it. She had to ask, hey, Kevin, why does your mom have a southern accent? I thought you said that you guys are off from Washington. Oh my mom, she's just pretending. She likes to pretend. Oh, it's a little weird. But I guess Virginia was still happy with their relationship so far. They continued to go on more dates, and finally, they had sex for the first time, and Fred couldn't get it up. So he performed oral sex on her.

He just seems super annoyed by the whole thing, and when it finally started participating, his bond bond, it only lasted a few minutes. She thought it was weird, it felt like Kevin was, or it felt like Fred was grossed out by the whole thing. Then again, maybe she was expecting too much, it was their first time together. And then another night, he was driving her home and he told her, I love you. She's like, oh wow, that's a lot. But she was excited. And then she bumped into a friend while she was out with With Fred, right? They're on a date and let's call this friend Sue and Virginia is linked arms with Fred and she said, wait, is that Sue? Sue, oh my god. How long has it been? This is my boyfriend Fred and this is my good friend Sue. I've known her for so many years

Have we known oh my god? They had some brief chats and immediately Fred 10 stop. He was straight up hostile to Sue, which is like what the fork so rude. Afterwards, Sue calls up Virginia and is like, you've got to listen to me. I don't care what you say, but I saw something in that man and he saw that I saw it too.

Did you notice the way that he reacted? Don't ask me to explain, but listen to me. There's nothing there. What? Kevin, there's nothing. What do you mean? He's a shell. It was the creepiest thing ever.

It was like I looked at him and there was nothing behind those eyes. It was like he was a shell of a human or like pretending to be human. And the minute that I noticed it, he noticed that I noticed it. What? Virginia was shocked, but she knew that Sue was a great judge of character, but she couldn't help it. This is the man that she loved. Now let's talk about Misty.

Misty came from a lower-class bouquet in family, and her dad was a truck driver and her mom was barely home. She was just always neglected. When she was 15, her parents decided, hey you should probably leave the house. So they just kicked her out, just always neglected. When she was 15, her parents decided, Hey, you should probably leave the house. So they just kicked her out, just like that. So she starts working all these, you know, under the table jobs, and by the time that she's 19, she sees an ad for a bathhouse attendant. She thought, I'm probably just going to be cleaning sanas,

whirlpools, maybe I'll be bringing towels to people doing laundry. She thought, that's good. So she applied. The owners are looking at her at the interview. 19's pretty young, don't you think? Maybe I'll be bringing towels to people doing laundry? She thought that's good, so she applied. The owners are looking at her at the interview. 19's pretty young, don't you think? What about a trial period? Why don't we put you to work? It'll be a trial, and then we'll figure out where to go from there.

Okay, sounds great. The bathhouse was called Tiger's Den. It was a happy ending massage, Puyler. The official listing price for Sanaa World Pool world pool massage was 25 for 30 minutes, $40 for an hour, but if you get the off menu packages, sex was $60, half sex, half other things was $80, and a hand finish was $40. And each girl was on their own, the minute that they took a customer into their massage room.

There was no security, there was no safety, nothing. It was understood that you didn't have to have sex, but how long could you keep your job if you kept saying no? Misty was shocked, but she stayed for the money. She and her boyfriend had dreams of buying a house soon, and they had dreams of owning a business one day. This was the fastest way to earn that type of big money. So she also met a friend at work. Her name was Katie, who's also 19, they really bonded over that. And Katie was just this super outgoing girl she loved doing her makeup before a shift because she said, throwing on the biggest pair of lashes is the best. It makes her look like a doll and customers, male customers loved that. So the two of them

are working, just the two of them, on a Sunday afternoon, middle of June. And a sketchy-looking customer walks into the massage parlour. And they were kind of winced. Like, he didn't look creepy and old and what you would imagine to be like this. Oh gosh, like, what a weirdo. He actually looked really young and like a snobby rich kid. Something about him looked like he likes to party on yachts. Like, that type of vibe, but it was creepy.

It wasn't necessarily, you know, he's not ugly, I guess you could say he's handsome, but it was just a vibe that he was giving. But he didn't seem confident either, like you would imagine like a trust-fun kid to act. He seemed more nervous and anxious. The girls were extra nervous because a few months ago, one of the parlor girls

had been assaulted. It was during closing time, a man came in right after all the rest of the parlor girls had been assaulted. It was during closing time, a man came in right after all the rest of the customers left. She was alone. He tied her up and assaulted her. And since then, the tiger's done was getting about 75 harassing phone calls every single day of a man just laughing, threatening to harass the rest of the group, like just really nasty stuff. So Katie and Misty, of course, they were on edge and they see this strange man is wearing a vest in the middle of June, like it's way too hot outside. And Katie lied to him. She's quick on her feet. She said, I'm sorry Sarah,

but we're all booked up. And he left, but he would keep coming back and just staring at their door. So after the last customer leaves, Misty freaks out. She's like, of course, he knows, like we're not booked up now, he left, and there's nobody else coming in, because we're not booked up! What do we do? Katie's like, okay, calm down. So the man enters, and he stands at the counter, and he gives his name, his address. Katie's really quick on her feet, she writes down his height, his weight, the color of

his eyes, and hair just in case. And she said, I'll book you in for Whirlpool. I don't do massages. Sure, anything. The girls froze. Men don't come in here for just anything. They come in here for very specific things. So she let him to the back. He undressed for the shower and she leaned down to plug in the radio and he grabbed Katie

from behind. He said, as long as you do what I want, I won't hurt you. He was holding a pocket knife, and she just kept screaming like, why me, please no, I just got out of the hospital, I had a phallopian tube taken out, please! And he kept mumbling, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and he proceeded to tie her up, shoved her on the floor, gagged her, all the while saying, I'm sorry! And then he left her tied up, And then she heard Misty scream. He did the same thing to her.

He dragged her into one of the massage rooms through her on the table, and he started calling her a bitch, slapping her around and saying, you're going to pay for this. I'll kill you. You dirty bitch, you whore, you dirty bitch. And she looked up, and he was trying to give himself an erection. So he's literally screaming, you dirty bitch, you dirty bitch,

while he's trying to get himself erected and he wasn't even looking at her at this point, he was staring at the wall and he was screaming like, you'll pay for this! It almost sounded like he was talking to someone else. He tried to rape her after that, but he couldn't get an erection and he would jump off of her and scream at nobody in particular. You call me, you ho- I'm gonna fuck your cunt, just do weight bitch. You're gonna get it and he's screaming louder and faster and more obscene things and then she felt a dribble down her thigh. And at the end he got up in her ear and whispered, I'm sorry.

And it was like the most high pitch so he went from being like, you're gonna get it to- I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'm really really I'm so sorry. And it was like the most high pitch. So he went from being like, you're gonna get it. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'm really, really, I'm so sorry. And he sounded almost like a sick, whiny kid. And he took a towel and started wiping the seam and off of her and himself. And he kept telling, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. And he helped clean her up, get her dress.

I didn't mean to hurt you. Why didn't you mean to scare you? He starts wiping everything down, door knobs, counters, floors, the massage table, and then all of a sudden he snapped again. If you come out before five minutes or up, I'm gonna kill you. Okay, sorry, bye.

She came out after 10 minutes. She rushed to Katie, they helped untie each other, and then a phone call came in. She picked it up, misty did, and she just said, she screamed, we're in trouble, please help, we're in trouble, send send help it was just a male on the other end laughing it was him it was him he'd also robbed the girls personal bags of $200 so this guy's really something later that week a meeting was held with all the girls of tigers done valley Viking and then of foxes and the bath

these are all bath houses where the owners all know each other, like happy ending massage places. And the rapist's description was, talks about, the owner's advice the girls if this guy walks in, don't panic, just doll him and call the police. A girl from the bath said, wait I saw a guy matching that description but he didn't rape me. He was a weird one. His name was Fred Coe.

And another girl jumped in, Fred Coe? That's my customer right now. Yeah, he likes when I dress up like a little girl and do baby talk, but he's a really good tiper and he's never been aggressive. So the owner said, well, then it's probably not Fred Coe. Does anybody else have any other leads? No, okay, well, just be on the lookout.

So Fred Coe got away with it. Meanwhile, other people were calling the police to report strange incidents. One woman said she was walking down a street at night and a guy walked past and he looked friendly enough, but he reached out and full-on groped her breasts. She screamed and he scurried off and the police asked her, well, were you hurt?

There have been a lot of reports of rape recently. Did he rape you? No, I'm I guess I'm not hurt so you don't need to go to the hospital. I I guess not So he just reached out and grabbed you right nothing else. Yeah Well, man, we're swamped tonight. I'll file this as an indecent liberties report, but just let us know if you see him again, okay? And that was it. They didn't do anything else. If they had, they might have saved Shelley Manna-Hen, Simtrauma.

So Shelley was actually known as Sunshine Shelley, and she was 21 years old. She was a broadcaster that Fred had been spying on at the park. I mean, she wasn't just any broadcaster. She was one of the most famous, more Spokane residents knew her name, than the mayor's name of Spokane. We don't know how he found her or how long he'd been stalking her, but it was rough. That week had been rough for Shelley. Her beloved parakeet had died. She had been getting more obscene colors than usual when she was at work.

There was just creepy stuff happening and she just missed her husband. So when she's walking back to her car in the empty parking lot at night, suddenly she saw something move and she thought maybe it's her husband. You know, he had known that she's freaked out recently and he wants to make sure she gets home safe. Honey, is that you?

And she felt a hand around her neck. Don't make a sound or I'll still kill you. This man was twice her size. She tried to kick, she tried to squirm, nothing. He dragged her into the field, punched her in the face, shut up, shut up! Her mouth was full of blood from the punches, and she leaned to the side so that she wouldn't choke on her own blood. He kept yanking at her, hitting her, she was covered in weed and dirt, she felt like

her entire face had been smashed and and she was so cold. He started taking off all her clothes and in that moment she said she knew what was going to happen and all she could do was concentrate on the stars in the sky. She tried to resist by squeezing her legs together and this made him punch her over and over again on the face, arms, on her shoulders, her thighs, her backs, everywhere. And he said, your breasts are small, but they're nice. What are you wearing to bed? He tried to enter her vaginally and in the rectum and he failed. So instead, he started rubbing himself all over her body, like literally crawling up and

down her body to rub himself on her and biting her. And then he started yelling, P on me. P on me. It's a little kinky isn't it, but you like it. It makes you feel dirty. No, P on me, P on me. It's a little kinky isn't it, but you like it. It makes you feel dirty, no, P on me. And then he was like complimenting her body and then she felt this spurred of liquid. And after he finished, he flipped her over onto her stomach

and started apologizing. He said, I didn't mean to hurt you. I would hate for this to happen to you again. I'm just so sorry, but I know where you live. And if you tell anyone, I know where to find you, and I'll kill you. Okay, I won't tell anyone. So what are you gonna do?

I guess I'll just get in my car and go home. Okay, listen, I didn't mean to hurt you. But you shouldn't have fought me. I had to hate you. One more question. How do you plan on furthering your radio career? It was so strange. She said she was so taken aback. He was asking that last question as if he was a media boss

and executive taking interest in a random entrance life goals. Like it was so out of left field she couldn't even respond. And she heard him just scurry off into the darkness. She picked up her clothes and she walked to the radio station and every step her fear turned into a pure rage. She called the police, they took her to the hospital, and then a few weeks later when she was finally back at work, she got a call. It was a man giggling. I bet you thought I forgot about you, didn't you, sunshine. Hey, I read in the paper that you were raped. You told me you wouldn't tell anyone. I'm coming back for you when you least expected. Maybe this week, maybe next year or in the next 10 years, but I'm coming. And this time you're not going to make it out alive. Shelley's life really

started falling apart after the trauma. Her husband hated talking about what happened. And that was what Shelley wanted to do. She just wanted to talk about it. And she felt like her husband was treating her like she was soiled or dirty property or something. They ended up breaking up, which was hard because they had been together since she was 16. And now she was living alone, which only amplified her fears. She started carrying around a butcher's knife for protection. Meanwhile, Fred had moved on to his next business venture. He was going to write a book on on uh, this is a title of his book How to succeed at anything? How to be successful beyond your wildest dreams and how to make a fortune Which is ironic because everyone in business with Fred was getting very sick of him

He only talked about himself all day non-stop You would think that he's selling himself not houses He would be lurking in the brokerage's office parking lot and if a coworker stepped out, he would suspiciously shove a little wrapper back into his pocket. And he would say, I was in eating. I was in eating. I'm just carrying these around. And it would swallow really hard. Okay, I'm not your mom. I literally don't care if you're eating. It was just weird. He was like, no, no, but I'm on a non-toxic diet. You know that?

What in the world is going on? They're like, what? Jenny was upset, but she was honestly kind of occupied with something bigger this time. Her older sister had been placed in a nursing home. Her arthritis had left her practically immobile, and it really broke Jenny's heart seeing her sister like this.

At first, Fred was super supportive. He would drop off chocolates and flowers and sometimes even perfume, with Jenny's sister really appreciated it. But slowly, Jenny felt weird about it. Her sister started talking about Fred in a, you know, weird way. She would say things like, Fred makes me feel like a woman. And Fred is just, wow, he's amazing. He just can't stand being average that one. Have you noticed he's such a hard worker?

It's like he has his own rules in life and he's above it all. Can't you just watch him all day? This was the same Fred that thought it would be hilarious to dunk a bucket of ice on an elderly 90-year-old patient at the nursing home. Yeah, Jenny was mortified with wrong with this guy and the fact that he thought it was hilarious. And Jenny would just start downing drinks. Ever since she got

back together with Fred, she felt like all she did was drink. So she left. She went back to Vegas, but not for long. Like they had a really on and off relationship. Fred would interchange Jenny with Virginia and they would just like move in and out of the house. So mean it was strange. Virginia starts hanging out with Fred Moore now, and she said that he would always have these scratches and bruises all over his hands and face. Sometimes his fingernails would be discolored, and she would scream, oh my God, we're gonna fight?

No, a dog jumped me at the park. I'd fight the dog off. And then he proceeded to tell the most elaborate fight sequence that she had ever heard of. Like it wouldn't even have been realistic in a Marvel movie. She's like, what are you? That doesn't, first of all, it doesn't make sense. Second of all, that doesn't even look like dog bite injuries.

So she just kind of figured he'd been in a fist fight and he was embarrassed because maybe he lost and she didn't think much of it. At the same time, while Virginia was sleeping over, Fred would pick up the phone and call Jenny and literally scream, Poogey come home, come back, I'll take care of you again. What? Now let's talk about Cassie. Cassie was dropped at gorgeous.

She had always been beautiful. When she was growing up she was very petite but volumptuous. She was the very definition of what straight men typically wanted in a woman. When she was young because of her beauty, which is a very horrible thing to say, but that's what people said, and that's how she phrased it, she had been raped three times. It was not because of her beauty, it was because there were rapists out there. She had been raped three times.

And she just said, men can't take no from me, I guess, they would just get too rough. So she decided to take matters into her own hands. She started carrying around a knife. And you know, one day, in her 30s, she was walking down the street one night when a stranger came up to her and he asked, hey, what do you think of this? And he whipped out his penis and started flopping it around. She ran home, she called the police, and the police came to take a report and they just kept asking her, what's Julie to him on? I mean, we can't fathom why he would have done that if he didn't think that you wanted

to see it, it just doesn't make sense to us. She was grilled as if she was the criminal. So since then, and because of her past sexual assault experiences, Cassie said that she was very familiar with how the law and how Jury's worked. You had to scream, you had to fight, you had to struggle against your rapist, or else no Jury would believe that you were raped. They would think that you wanted it. But in the real world, that's what excites rapists.

If you fight and scream like that, that's what gets them to beat you on the head. Cassie even read books on the minds of rapists. She said, I will never be raped again. She told her husband Greg, if a guy gets me down and starts trying to rape me, I won't reject him. I'm not even going to show him disgust. I will even offer to do things for him. If that'll make him feel better about himself, all I need is so that he won't beat me and

claw me and sawtamize me. That's how I'm gonna survive and I'm not gonna get hurt. Because if I'm raped again Greg, I'm finished. There's not enough therapy in the world to get me through that. Her husband agreed but he was optimistic. He said not all men. No I'm just kidding. He said no it probably won't happen again though babe. It seemed like Cassie didn't think that though. She felt like it would. And then one evening, she was walking down South Hill. She was going for a late evening jog. Now, this was when she was in her 30s and she had gained some weight.

She had saw on the news that there were reports of someone called the South Hill rapist on the loose. She felt like, well what kind of rapist is going to go after a fat lady. That's what she said. She was really harsh on herself. In that night, she was out at the same time as the South Hill rapist. He jumped out of the bushes. She said she saw his face and she knew she was in a world of trouble. He had the coldest eyes she had ever seen. Like his face was blank and his eyeballs were intense. Peer seeing in her soul. She said the only time she's ever seen humans look like that is when she used to go hunting.

And she would watch hunters and right before they fire and kill a little bunny or kill a little deer. They had this blank stare, laser focused, but nothing behind the eyes. She screamed stop! But he kept getting closer to her and closer. I'm gonna knock your nuts off if you don't stop right now. Back up! What the hell are you doing in that bushy weirdo? I was just taking a piss. Ew! Well back off and leave me alone. I just want to be left alone. What are you doing walking at night? You must be looking for a man.

No. I'm walking at night because I'm fat. Can't you see? It's cooler at night and heat is hard on fat people. So there's that. Cassie was terrified, but she's trying to scare him off right now. And it isn't working. She tried to walk away and he starts following her and she keeps screaming, I said get the fuck away from me.

And he kept asking her, do you think I look good? Are you married? What's your husband's asking her, do you think I look good? Are you married? What's your husband's name? What do you think about philosophy? You like Socrates? Are you more of Aristotle? He talked about politics. And then once in a while, he would stare at Cathy's face

and say, your face is really attractive. You know when I first saw you from a couple blocks away, I thought you were just a fat old lady. But you're not, you're pretty. I wanna punch this guy. And then he went on a rant about feminism because yeah, this guy's the poster child for feminism. Great, love him, can't wait to have him on my team. What?

And he kept saying, do you like the way I look? Do you think I'm handsome? How old do you think I am? No really, how old do you think I am? He even pulled up his shirt to show off his abs. He was really eager, very excited. And at this point, there were only a few blocks away from Cassie's place. She had an idea that she could not take him home, because if he knew where she lived, she would just never be able to sleep

at night. So she took him to a nearby park and sat down on the bench. And he kept saying, do you think I'm sexy? I take really good care of myself. You know, I work out twice a day. Can you tell? And then he grabbed her by the neck, forced his tongue into our mouth and started groping her breasts. Cassie did not want to struggle because she had red books on rapists and they love the struggle. It's like that's the part about non-consensual sex that they typically get off on. So she made out with him. And after a few seconds, he pulled away and she just went back to talking to him like normal What did you ask about philosophy? Yeah, I like Socrates and Fred was confused like he looked visibly like what what

Sweet kiss her again, and she didn't resist this time. She pulled back and said well I think I'm gonna call it a night. I'm pretty tired and she thought either this is it, you know, he rapes me or I walk away But in that moment he looked her in the eye and said I And she thought, either this is it. You know, he rapes me or I walk away. But in that moment, he looked her in the eye and said, I wanna take you into the bushes and lick your pussy. Listen, I promise I'll make you feel great. And Cassie was freaking out. She tried to remember everything that she knew on how to handle rapists and they want power.

So she just can't let him have it. So Fred takes out his erection and she said, oh my God, that's a good one. He was confused. She quickly put it back into his pants and then he thought for a second and then he whipped out his penis again. I think he was expecting her to scream or freak out. And she said, wow, you sure have a big one.

He's so confused. He said, well, it's time to get you into the bushes so I can lick you. Okay, you can lick me if I can do something first. What? And Cassie took a deep breath because imagine how much it killed her to say something like this. And she said, only if I can suck your cock first. She figured if he was just hitting on her, he would say, sure, go ahead.

And then she would know that he's not a rapist and she could just walk home. But if he was confused, that means he's a rapist and he wanted non-consensual sex. Oh no, let me do it first for you. So they start arguing about who's going to lick who first. I mean, it was a ridiculous argument, but in this case, it worked. Fred had no idea what to say or how to handle this situation, and they start walking away from the bushes. And then he grabs her hand, puts it on his erection, and says, what do you think about that? And she said, oh, it turns me on so much. I don't know how I'm even going to handle myself around you. And he looked so confused.

And he starts talking about how he has a girlfriend that he loves very much. So Cassie is like, okay, well, I should get going now. But he seems like he didn't want her to leave because he still wanted to rape her, but he didn't really know what the hell was going on. So he's like, wait, don't leave. And so she laid it on thick and she's like, I have to see you again. My husband never pays any attention to me

and I just need someone like you in my life. I need to see you again. Please, can we go on another date? I have a girlfriend. I know, but she doesn't have to know. You're nice and all, but I think we'd be better off as friends. You're wonderful, and a person like you should never be lonely, and I'm sorry that your husband makes you feel lonely. I think you're one of the most beautiful women that I've ever met. No, you're so handsome. You're like a young Brad Pitt. Okay. Here's my business card. Call me if you want. We can be friends. And Fred handed her a business card that said Kevin co-on there. What in the world?

And she went home and she did not report the incident to the police. When she told her husband, he said, well, then he's not a rapist. How could it be? He let you go. And why would he give you his business card? Like, that would be dumb. So you kissed him for nothing, Cassie. You're an idiot.

And then there was a 47-year-old woman named Megan, who was getting into her car in her dark apartment complex parking lot, because she was going to make the drive all the way to San Francisco. She was going to meet up with her ex-husband and see if they were going to get back together. She gets into the car, the driver's side, locks the door. Now there are cars around her. So the car right next to her is pretty close. I mean, like you know the parking space, a lot meant for space. It's pretty tight. So all of a sudden this man appears right at her window. I mean, basically on top of her car and he starts masturbating at her window. I mean, basically on top of her car, and he starts masturbating onto her window.

So she's screaming, she's trying to honk her horn, but it's freaking broken. And then all of a sudden, his penis disappears and his face is just pressed up against the window. So she pulls out of her spot, reverses it out of there. Honestly, she was hoping to crush him in between the cars and the process because, you know, in that moment, it was killer, be killed in between the cars and the process because, you know, in that moment it was killer be killed in her mind. She was terrified. She called the police, cancelled her trip to San Francisco, and that night she heard scratching on the

window. The police came, they said, oh yes, someone's definitely been looking in your window, because the bushes are all trampled over. But we don't know who. So then it happened like three times again that night, and she finally picked the officers, isn't there something you can do? No, not really. Besides, you made it too easy. You gave him exactly what he wanted. I mean, when he was masturbating in front of your car,

you should have just laughed at him. But you screamed, and he's getting off on your terror. What? Besides, the police were busy with all the other influx of reports they had coming in. One police report stated that a woman was raped and this is what the report literally listed. The rapist exposed himself, cuddling us in a course, anal and frontal, fondle breasts,

masturbate, unable to climax, and during this he only used the word cunt and asked the woman if she masturbated and if he was getting her off. Then another woman reported a man grabbing her and forcing her to watch him masturbate in front of her. Six days later, a jogger said that she was forced into the bushes and asked if her husband had a big penis, and forced by the rapist to say things like, fuck my cunt and use the word like juice is, referring to his own seaman. He also asked her to urinate on him because it would turn him on and

ask her to poop on his chest, which she tried, but it was unsuccessful because like imagine the nerves and the trauma. He ended the assault while masturbating on her, and then another rape two miles away, and then another, and then another. There had been 69 reported rapes that year. Not all of them were the South Hill rapists, but he played a significant role in a number of them. The start of 1980 though was uneventful for Fred, personally speaking. Virginia was living at his house most of the time and he was a total piece of work. Sometimes he'd be in the car with Virginia and he would literally drive over curbs because he was staring at women who were walking by and he would in the car with Virginia and he would literally drive over curbs because he was staring at

women who were walking by and he would crash the car. He said that he loved girls that were quote, Mexican looking with dark complexions and he liked them tall slender with short hair and small breasts. He would tell Virginia that. Sometimes he would disappear from the house hours at a time with no explanation when he got back. He would spend hours in the bathroom, he had this obsession with wiping down his genitals and toes with clean acts after every shower. It took him 24 million hours to do his skincare routine. He would stand there combing, spraying, recombing his hair. He was so anal about his clothes and he would tell Jeanie that when he was growing up, even

the smallest speck of dirt on his clothes would get him punished. And he opened up to her about how Ruth would change his diapers, and his earliest memory of his own mother was her touching his penis as she changed him. And then in grade school, he had memories of having sexual experiences with other boys. And then he would finish it all off by saying, anyway, I'm like a really big feminist, but I do love a clean house. And women are made for cleaning, you know? That's like kind of your job.

He was always on a new diet that he loved. So one way he could be cleansing his body and soul, and then the next week, he would only consume junk food. Meanwhile, the press was giving much more attention to the rapes now. The South Hill rapist, he was dubbed, all women should change up their routines. Don't go out at night, or alone, or even jog alone. They started listening as description in the local papers and Cassie. She almost dropped her coffee. She couldn't believe

when she was reading. This is him. This is the guy that night. This is literally his description in the newspaper. I have his business card. This is his name. And our husband said, no you idiot, that's not the right guy. You're so dumb. You're so lucky, you're a pretty face. You're so nothing up there, huh? Radio silence. So he convinced her not to go to the police. Because she's so dumb.

But believe it or not, Fred got himself arrested. Not for rape, but shoplifting. He tried to steal a package of meat and some bottled water. So dumb. But I leave it or not, Fred got himself arrested. Not for rape, but shoplifting. He tried to steal a package of meat and some bottled water. I'm assuming perier, because he refused to drink tap water. He was a weird one. He got really defensive. He said, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm not shoplifting.

When you just forget to pay, that's not shoplifting. What's the problem with you guys? I'm a regular customer. So is my whole family. You know what, we're so rich we could buy and sell you guys in one day. Okay, listen, that was too much, yeah? Why don't I just pay for these things?

It was an oversight, that's all. I would never steal something. The shop owners didn't care, they called the police. And he said, guys, what a big mess to understanding. Like, look at, dig inside my wallet, I have money. And money, why would someone with money steal? I have like $100 in my pocket. The police were not having it.

They said, okay, Mr. Co. You're charged with third degree fifth. It's a misdemeanor and you're gonna have to go to court. He was released on bail and he was, he was so upset that his image was being tainted by something like this. He was found guilty, sentenced to 30 days in jail, 27 suspended. So, three days in jail? And three days customer service.

He went home that night shouting and shouting at Jenny, what a stupid judge! How dare they think that I'm lying! She was like, but you were lying. And then he was like, is that really what you think? You thought that I was lying? God, you don't even believe me. You're only with me for the sex. You literally using me for my bod.

Virginia was flabbergasted. You can't even get an erection, sir. Why would I- Okay, okay. All the while, the South Hill rapist was raging on, and it was confusing. The police reports were getting more and more wild. One woman was raped at Knife Point, and at the end, the South Hill rapist was raging on, and it was confusing. The police reports were getting more and more wild. One woman was raped at Knife Point,

and at the end, the rapist asked her if she wanted her house appraised, because the market was good right now. And the fact that this guy is so incompetent, and these women gave such good detailed reports, and the police were like, damn, it's such so hard to find this person. Like, what? Then the rapes got a little bit more, I don't want to say planned or it's not out. Not better executed, but it seemed like he was upping his auntie.

He would start stalking woman in their homes. He would call them to taunt them. He even targeted one of his youngest victims, a 14 year old girl. At one point, he assaulted a woman named Patsy and she took off her coat in order to slip away from him. Well, he brought that coat to a coworker's party and asked if anyone wanted to buy it off of him. He sold it for $50. At the same party, he refused to drink orange juice because he said he only drinks bottled like drinks and he straight up told the hostess, you just don't have anything that meets my standards of food, sorry.

Even to his family, Christmas party, he brought a foot long... Dilda. Yeah, a Dilda. Beats me, I can't even give you an explanation. Anyway, fast forward to February 5th, 6.30am. A groundscape at a local high school was walking around when he spotted like a car parked in the school bus zone. It was a Chevrolet with yellow license plates. And at the same time, the South Hill

Raybus struck again. IV, a 50-year-old woman was raped and beaten. And this was reported to the police, and the school groundskeeper was like, what a minute, there was another report of a rape nearby, and I saw that weird car. Maybe I should do something there to connect? But by the time that he notified the police, another rape had taken place. Twenty-year-old Jamie was raped and robbed under a tree near her apartment. Her face was smeared with blood and it seemed like the rapes were escalating in violence. Seminole fluid was found in her vagina and mourned the cup of her bra. And the police were busy trying to track down any potential owners of this car slash, you

know, who could be the rapist. Fred Coe fit the description. He fit the age group, he fit the profile to the tee. They even found out that some of the parking tickets he was issued lined up with where the south hill rapist attacks were happening throughout the city. So the police start keeping tabs on Fred. They felt like they didn't have enough evidence, but they just needed to surveil him for a little while.

And they saw him watching women at bus stops, hiding in bushes. I mean, it was super creepy. They said it was like an animal hunting prey. But he didn't do anything. He just lurked and creeped. So it's not necessarily illegal. Then on Sunday, two weeks into the police surveillance, he jumped out of the bushes at a local jogger with a dildo, about a foot long and as thick as a fist. And he screamed, watch me ejaculate now.

Let me see your cut. Are you watching me? Come on, watch! The police arrested him. And he lied through his teeth. He said, what are you talking about? How you do that? That was me.

I was in the area looking at property time, real estate. Yeah, one day I'm going to be on million dollar listings. Meanwhile detectives are searching his house. And Ruth was furious when she found out that her son was arrested. She said, well, this is just prepossed. This is terrible. My son is not guilty. I can't believe this.

It's terrible to arrest an innocent man like this. How can they do this? Jenny's sister, the one in the nursing home, saw it on the news and she called her son to tell her what happened and her son wasn't shocked. He said, sometimes when I stayed with Uncle Fred, he would touch my private parts. He would tug at my genitals and he would say it's

to make sure that I grew up to have a long one. He also forced their dog to orally pleasure him when he was a kid. And he would scream at the little boy, I will let my dog lick your ass anytime I want. So back to prison where Fred was. He reached out to his old high school friend, Dan, remember him? And he said, I've got a huge favor. I've hit in a large dildo somewhere. And I need you to dispose of it. I need you to cut that dildo up into 100 little pieces and go to local parking lots in the middle just in the middle of the night and one piece at a time throw it at your window as you drive. Dan was

convinced that his childhood friend has lost his mind but I don't know why he went and got the dildo and he tried to dispose of it. He tried to hide it in his coat but he said that he was hiding like a French baguette in his coat It was so big. There was no way to do it. It was ridiculous. He also imagined what if I die in a car accident right now What would the papers say? What would the police think that I just love the giant dildo? What's this giant dildo doing here? He did get rid of it. He didn't cut it up. He just threw it into a dumpster So the trial Fred was charged with six counts of first degree sexual assault.

A lot of women weren't confident of his hand because of how dark and traumatic it was, so hence why he was only charged with six counts. Ruth argued, not in court thank God, but she argued this and I quote, I mean it's no big deal. I've known women who are raped and they didn't let it bother them, they picked themselves up and dusted themselves off. I mean look at my friend, she was raped twice. It didn't ruin her life. Besides, one of those witnesses, one of those victims, should I say, is too ugly.

Anyway, my son wouldn't rape her. The victim's testivide against Fred and he said this in response. All six victims, while their testimony was just lousy, each of them, they were so emotional, they were unimpressive. They were just all the highest caliber of woman. Fred took the stand and he talked a lot. He recounted his entire life story, most of it fictional. He was found guilty of four counts of rape. He was sentenced to life.

Everybody gasped. I mean, this was the harshest sentence that they had heard for rape. I mean, deserved, yeah, but usually the court still dealt teeny tiny little, hmm, you wanna spend a little, you're in jail? But this time, life? So Ruth screamed, and afterward, to no one in particular, she said, that victim is crazy. She's too ugly for my son to rape. And you guys don't know the first thing about rape. All these women, they're so dramatic.

It's not that traumatic, it's not a big deal. Read the Bible. The Bible states that it's not that traumatic. It's not a big deal. Read the Bible. The Bible states that it's a role of women to be brutalized by men. That's just our end of the stick. Those women got up on the stand exaggerating. They're making a big deal out of nothing. I hate women like this. I hate them. Fred will be eligible for parole in 2031. He will be 84 years old and something tells me, I don't think his age is going to stop him. Meanwhile, Ruth was arrested for trying to hire Hitman to take out the judge in the prosecutor of his case. No freaking way?

Yeah. She was given 20 years in prison suspended, 10 years on parole, and one year to be served in the county jail of her choice. It was barely a punishment at all. She spent a year in jail and that was that. Fred, legally now Kevin, he changed his name, is still in jail. We really have no idea the full depth of his crimes and how many people he has assaulted, attempted to assault, has traumatized, has hurt. But the fact is, if you looked at him genuinely, I wouldn't say his hands, and I also wouldn't say he's creepy, he just looks so normal. And the way he acts is so normal.

He doesn't sit there breathing down people's necks. He's definitely got problems, and you're like, oh, he's a weird one. But you would never think that he's doing this. and that is why we live in a very scary world so please be safe and I will see you guys on Sunday for the mini-sode bye