A Word About Rape

Notes on Personal Investigation

Logic verses Instinct



The Summer of ’76

Victim #1— Rancho Cordova — The Beginning   

  Victim #2— Del Dayo — Careful Selection

   Victim #3— Foiled Attack— Rancho Cordova

Victim #4— Violent Improvisation— Crestview 

       Victim #5— Selected Target— Citrus Heights

Victim #6— Curious Tactics— Rancho Cordova

     Victim #7— Baring Down— Del Dayo

     Victim #8— Interrupted Arrival— Rancho Cordova

Analysis of First 8 Strikes

Victim #9— Revealing Mistake— Citrus Heights

Victim #10— Fair Oaks— Undaunted

       Living Dangerously— The Year of the EAR

Victim #11— Sacramento— Cats and Fields

Victim #12— Blind Spot Reveals— Citrus Heights

Victim #13— Crestview— Unexpected Jogger

Victim #14— Over the River and Through the Woods—

Victim #15— Tactical Misuse— Rancho Cordova

Victim #16— Orangevale— Opportunity Knocks a Clue

Victim #17— Unexpected Spoke in the Hub— Crestview

Victim #18— La Riviera— Moving Upwards

Victim #19— Orangevale— Presentiment of Impromptu Danger

Victim #20— Blind Spot and a Stop Watch— Citrus Heights

Victim #21— Del Dayo— Tactical 1

Victim #22— South Sacramento— Tactical 2


Summer Clue

  After the Lull— 1977’s Autumn of Fear

Victim #23— Tactical 3— Stockton

Victim #24— Switcharoo— La Riviera

Victim #25— Follow Diablo— Foothill Farms

Victim #26—  Dump Truck Biker— Carmichael

Victim #27— Condo Commando— La Riviera

Victim #28— Tail of Diablo— Foothill Farms

Departmental Memo December 8, 1977


Yet Another Year— 1978

Victim #29/30— Assault!— Carmichael

Maggiore Murders— Critical Clue— Rancho Cordova

Victim #31— Distant Roaming— Stockton

Victim #31B— Back to Rancho— Rancho Cordova

Victim #32— Little Pocket, Big Clue— South Sacramento

Composite— Maggiore Murders Suspect

Victim #33— The Deep Dig— Modesto

Victim #34— Co-Ed— Davis

Victim #35— Back— Modesto

Victim #36— Forth— Davis

Silent Victim— Lateral— Modesto

Victim #37— Forth North— Davis

A New East— Contra Costa Corridor

Victim #38—  Surreal Schedule— Concord

Victim #39— Opportunity Kicks— Concord

Victim #40— Cats and Fields Again— San Ramon

Victim #41— The Way to San Jose— San Jose

Victim #42— Sobbing in San Jose— San Jose

Victim #43— Danville— Playing it Close


No Stopping Him— 1979

No Stopping Him

Lacing with Ligatures— San Ramon

Victim #43B— Auld Lange  Syne— Rancho Cordova

Victim #44— Along the 680— Fremont

Victim #45— Follow the Cats— Walnut Creek

Victim #46— Sticking to Routine— Danville

Victim #47— Walnut Creek— Dig and Retreat

Victim #48— Shouted Out— Danville

Victim #49—  The Unsuspected — Goleta


Murder— Original Night Stalker

Murder— The “Night Stalker”

 Goleta— Doctor Duo— Dec 30, 1979

Ventura— Cats & Murder— March 13, 1980

Laguna Niguel— Exclusive— August 19, 1980

Irvine— Home Alone— Feb. 6, 1981

Goleta— Dig & Retreat Again— July 27, 1981

Irvine— Epitome of MO— May 4, 1986


 Phantom Predator— Analysis of EAR Crime Spree.

Analysis of EAR Prowling MO

EAR Profile

Phone Calls

Parks, Schools, Open Fields & Orchards

Masks— Now you see them, now you don’t

The Mystery of the Silent Dog




261 Rape


October 13, 1978

Ryan Court


Opportunity Kicks

East Area Rapist


Victim jolted awake in bed upon the crash of the master bedroom door swinging open. A flashlight beam immediately focused on victim’s eyes.

     “Don’t move for I’ll blow your heads off,” a man growled behind the splatter of the  beam. His voice was muffled due to the fact he spoke through a ski mask. He also spoke through clenched teeth in an angry whisper.

       Nevertheless, victim screamed.

       “If you scream again, I’ll kill you.”

     Victim’s boyfriend now bolted up in bed and realized there was a man in the room.  The intruder pointed the gun at him. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want food and money for my girlfriend and me. Roll over and put your face in the pillow. Put your hands behind your back.” Then he addressed the victim. “You tie his hands. Tie them real tight or I’ll kill you.” He then threw white shoelaces on the bed in front of the victim.

       In typical fashion, the intruder then ordered them to lie on their stomachs.  After he had tied her boyfriend’s wrists intruder tied hers. Then he retied the boyfriend’s. He tied her ankles. He pressed the muzzle of a gun against the boyfriend’s head. He hissed through clenched teeth: “If either of you move I’ll  blow your fucking heads off.”

       At this moment victim’s 8-year-old daughter walked into the master bedroom. She saw the man in a ski mask. She screamed. “Tell her to shut up or I’ll kill you,” he growled. Victim called to her daughter to quiet down. The assailant then took the daughter and put her in the bathroom. “Be quiet,” he ordered.

     Interestingly, once they were in the bathroom the little girl reached for the lights switch and turn it on. The intruder brought his gloved hand down and quickly switched the light off. He closed the bathroom door and slid a dresser in front of it.

     Victim and her boyfriend heard him rummage in the bedroom. He then stood by the bed. He hit the boyfriend  on the side of the head with his gun. “All we want is food and money, then we’ll get the hell out of here.” He then put an afghan over the boyfriend’s head. “If you move I’ll drive this knife into your back.” He then rummaged through the room. Again he left the bedroom and then rummaged throughout the house, opening and closing cabinet drawers, etc.

     They heard dishes rattle. He appeared in the bedroom again and put them on the boyfriend’s back. He warned him, “If I hear these I’ll kill you.” 

     Assailant untied the victim’s ankles and pushed her from the room.

     After they entered the living room, he ordered her on the floor on her stomach. He then rummaged in the kitchen and went back and forth from the garage a number of times. Then he came back to her and stood over her. He put his face close to hers. He whispered angrily through clenched teeth.

     “Do you want to live?”


     “Then this had better be the best fuck I’ve ever had or I’m going to kill you.” 

     Victim reported feeling leather gloves prowling on her thighs, but he did nothing. He left. She heard him in the bedroom drawers, opening and slamming them shut.

       He returned and stood over her. “Lift your head,” he ordered. She heard him tear towels. He blindfolded her. He straddled her and sat on her tied hands. She could tell he was naked from the waist down. “Play with it!” he demanded. He placed his penis in her hands. She could barely move due to the numbness of her hands. Then he rolled her over on her back. “This had better be good or I’m going to kill you all.”

       He raped her.

       He did not rape her for long. He then stood over her, silent. Victim knew he was standing over her doing nothing. He just stared at her. She then heard him going to the garage again. When he returned she heard him open a plastic garbage bag. He then spoke to someone. “Here put this in the car.” But she heard no reply. No footsteps or anything indicating another person.

     After a while the house was silent. Only the daughter could be heard sobbing in the bathroom.


Investigators arrived to see the bizarre scene— cut laces, torn strips of towels on the floor, etc. The television was unplugged and the cable missing.

     Inside the garage there were 2 strips of blue towel each piece approximately 2 to 3 inches wide. Another strip of towel was on the master bedroom bed, a brown shoe nearby on the floor missing its shoelaces. On the floor there were a number of white shoelaces, which the assailant had brought with him.

   “Some type of metal shavings were on the floor near the front door,” according to Lt. Larry Crompton in his book Sudden Terror. When he went outside to check, he noticed those familiar scratch marks on “all aluminum window screens.” As usual, all the scratches appeared in the bottom left corner. The windowsill in the child’s bedroom was smudged, so was the windowsill in a living room window.  No prints were evident. None of the scratches indicated any attempt to pry the screen off.  Crompton puzzled why they were there since all window screens were loose fitting and could easily be pried off. (This is covered in a number of places on this site. See Analysis of First Eight Cases and the first Concord strike, No. 38.

     Lt. Crompton also checked the backyard of the next-door neighbor, noting there that a window screen had been removed from one window and placed against the side of the house. “Another screen had scratch marks on the lower left-hand corner, identical to the marks on the screens of both of the Concord rapes.”

     The neighbor’s side gate was also open. Ice plant had been trampled, and scratch marks on fence indicated that the rapist “had entered the victim’s yard from this area. It also indicated that either house could have been the target.”

     During the neighborhood canvas it was discovered that around 4 a.m. a neighbor on
Wilmore Road behind Ryan Court was awakened by an intermittent beeping sound as if a car door was open with the key still in the ignition of a car.

     Ryan Court is only a couple of long blocks from Belann Court.


Dark mask without mouth hole.


Geography remains the same as the first attack. 



House was a single story, detached middle class home.


EAR was more aggressive here, striking the man on the side of the head with his gun for no reason.

   Ryan Court is a little lagoon in the long river that is Ryan Road. The EAR’s established MO of using canals and walking trails tells us that he had originally surveyed the community looking quite innocent— probably a biker or a jogger. He centered on Ygnacio Valley Park and also used that as a hub. His first intended victim was on Hollis Court, but he failed. His next was on Belann Court (No. 38) and this, No. 39, was his last in Concord. He was thus following the Dig and Retreat MO of striking deep in a community from the point from which he accessed it, then retreating a bit and striking a victim closer to his point of entry and then last striking a home even closer. Then he was through.

     The nearly identical method is followed here as in Modesto.

     Parking on Wilmore Road fit his pattern. He need only drive off to Treat Blvd and be gone to the highway. This had become EAR’s MO everywhere— stalking from a distance and coming in close.

     Contra Costa Valley Trail eventually becomes Ygnacio Canal Trail and this leads to Iron Horse Regional Trail, the longest in the area which leads to Dublin. EAR’s Contra Costa Corridor strikes would never depart far from these areas (even though Iron Horse was still an abandoned Southern Pacific railroad track then).