Cathy Frye, Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, Little Rock
Posted 3/1/2004 12:00:00 AM
CAUGHT IN THE WEB
Evil at the door:Only a stretch of darkness lay between Kacie Woody and danger.
Entryway to danger:Kacie Woody's home becomes a crime scene and her online life a clue fordetectivesinvestigating her disappearance.
Runningout of time: Law enforcement agents work to track down Kacie Woodyand learn the identityof her abductor.
Butnot forgotten: Lawmen expose an online predator's plot, but notbefore Kacie Woody's fatebecomes a cautionary tale.
CAUGHT IN THE WEB
Evil at the door
Only a stretch of darkness lay between KacieWoody and danger.
Dec. 14, 2003
By Cathy Frye
Arkansas Democrat-Gazette
Little Rock
He could see his 13-year-old prey framed in the living-room windows - cozyin her favorite nightclothes and typing speedily at the family computer onthis rainy, 39-degree December night.
As usual, Kacie Woody had switched on all the lights as she walked from roomto room, and the small house now glowed against a backdrop of towering trees.
He stepped closer. Kacie was there for the taking - typing, distracted, hersilhouette melding with that of the computer monitor before her. She was rightthere, only a stretch of dark and the front door between them, and she hadno idea he had come for her.
Meanwhile, police officer Rick Woody - Kacie's dad - was on patrol in nearbyGreenbrier, cruising the swath of U.S. 65 that cuts through this central Arkansastown. The traffic was mostly 18-wheelers, headed either north toward Missourior south to Interstate 40.
Like most nights in Greenbrier, population 3,042, this one had been uneventful.Rick, suffering from a sinus infection, almost had called in sick. The nightwas cold and rainy, and his chief had told him to take it easy. Rick stillfelt poorly, but he figured he could make it through his shift, which wouldend at 2 a.m.
Rick liked policing the sleeping town. He made few arrests, but that was OK.His idea of good law enforcement was to prevent bad things, not to step inafter the crime. That's why he watched out for the young women making nightlybank deposits after Greenbrier's stores and restaurants closed. They oftenneglected to call for an escort, so Rick would just show up when they weredue to leave work.
While on duty, Rick kept his cell phone close so he could check frequentlyon Kacie. He never really worried, though. Kacie had grown up motherless andhad assumed much responsibility at home. She laundered her own clothes, cookeddinner for herself and did her homework without being told. If there were anemergency, Rick could get from Greenbrier to the house in 15 minutes.
Kacie didn't mind her dad's late hours. She had always lived in the littlegray house on Griggers Lane, on the outskirts of Holland, population 597, atiny community in the center of rural Faulkner County. The solitude didn'tfaze her. Nor was she disturbed by the seemingly impenetrable darkness outside.
Most nights, Kacie didn't even lock the front door.
One of her older brothers, Tim, 19, still lived at home and was usually therewith Kacie at night. Tim's friend, Eric Betts, also 19, had taken up temporaryresidence at the Woody house. So he, too, was in and out. If the guys weren'taround, there was always her Aunt Teresa, who also lived on Griggers Lane.
But on this bone-chilling evening of Dec. 3, 2002, a Tuesday, Tim had leftfor the University of Central Arkansas library at 6 p.m. Eric was at his electrician'sclass. And Aunt Teresa was in Conway, cheering at her daughter's basketballgame.
Kacie was home alone.
EARLIER THAT DAY
For Kacie and her circle of seventh-grade friends at Greenbrier Middle School,the day had begun with an argument. At the heart of the tiff were Kacie andone of her closest friends, Samantha Mann, also 13.
The girls all normallyagreed on pretty much everything - which guys were hot, which girls werepopular and,of course, the belief that "school sucks." Thegroup convened each morning before walking to class arm in arm. A sense ofsecurity pervaded these locker-lined hallways, where blue-and-white panthersprowled and pounced across cinder-block walls.
Kacie's social path at school was neatly paved. She had attended Greenbrierschools since kindergarten, and her sunny nature attracted new friends eachyear. She also was the younger sister of two former football stars.
Her days were plagued by little more than the usual teenage worries - weightgain, grades and guys.
Like her friends, Kacie was experimenting with eye shadow as well as boyfriends.But learning to put on makeup proved to be much easier than mastering the intricaciesof teenage courtship.
In an e-mail sent to a male Greenbrier friend that autumn, she had confided:My longest relantionship was ... i think 3 months. I am usually the one thatgets dumped ... I have really bad luck with guys. Dude I am like sooo totallyconfused about guys right now!! ARGH! Sometimes guys really bad suck ya know?It's like ... idk ... weird ... lol ... well I am gunna jet bc i don't havenething to say ...
Samantha, a self-assured,outspoken blonde, could relate to Kacie's frustration. What Sam couldn'tunderstandwas her friend's fascination with the boys shemet on the Internet. So far, Kacie had found love twice online. Both of theserelationships bothered Sam. She worried about how freely Kacie was giving outher phone number to strangers. Several times, she had warned Kacie: "Youcan't be in love with someone from the Internet."
The girls' long-runningdisagreement peaked Dec. 3. It stemmed from a comment Sam had made the daybefore abouta photo of Scott, Kacie's mostrecent onlineboyfriend. The picture, which hung in Kacie's locker, was of a young, dark-hairedguy in a football uniform. Sam had said he was "hot." Kacie thoughtshe said "fat." They had exchanged barbs, and by the following morning,the girls' mutual friends had taken sides.
Sam decided it was time to involve an adult.
For moral support, she took a friend with her to Room 214, where school counselorDianna Kellar spends her days treading delicately through seventh grade's hormonalminefields.
With her maternal demeanor and lavish use of endearments, Mrs. Kellar, a middle-agedwoman with salt-and-pepper hair, is a comforting presence in this small worldof constant melodrama. She handled Sam and Kacie's fight as deftly as any other.
After hearing Sam out, the counselor summoned Kacie to the office and let thegirls muddle through their grievances by themselves. By the time Mrs. Kellarreappeared, Sam and Kacie had patched up their friendship.
But Sam feared the truce would be short-lived. Kacie didn't know it, but Samhad told Mrs. Kellar that Kacie was giving out her phone number online. Mrs.Kellar had promised to talk to Kacie again, and Sam wasn't sure how her friendwould react.
As the girls left that morning, Mrs. Kellar asked Kacie about the matter. Kacieassured the counselor she had shared her number only with people approved byher dad. But Sam knew this wasn't true.
During fifth period, Mrs. Kellar called Kacie back into her office and warnedher about dangers online, but Kacie clearly had no fear of anyone she had meton the Internet.
In the months to come, Mrs. Kellar would wonder: What else should I have asked?
When Sam and Kacie met after school, Kacie was her usual bubbly self. Butshe made an unusual suggestion that later would cause her friends to wonderif she had sensed the horror to come.
As the girls prepared to leave, Kacie asked if she could spend the night atSam's house. Sam, knowing her mom would frown on a school-night sleepover,said no.
Kacie also asked Jessica Tanner, a slender girl with large, earnest brown eyes.Jessica also said no.
Kacie persisted, asking a third friend, but received the same answer.
Kacie didn't explain why she wanted to sleep elsewhere that night. She justdidn't want to go home.
The refusals didn't upset her. She laughed - that goofy, honking guffaw forwhich she was known - and headed to where her bus waited, its engine thrumming.Before boarding, she hugged all of her friends.
"Bye!" she called out. "Seeya!"
A FINAL CHAT
Kacie spent the evening watching the weather, fervently hoping that the predictedsleet and snow might give her a day off from school.
She showered and put onwhat she always wore to bed - a favorite pair of blue sweat pants sportingthe endearment "Baby Girl" anda gray sweatshirt. Then she returned to the computer, which sat in frontof one of the two rectangularwindows overlooking the Woodys' front yard.
Awaiting Kacie was an instant message from Scott, who was writing from hishome in an affluent suburb of Atlanta.
Kacie loved instant messages, which, unlike e-mail, pop up on the screen assoon as they are written. Conversations are in real time.
Kacie had met Scott in a chat room in May 2002. He described himself as a 14-year-oldboy living in Georgia. He liked football and wrestling.
Kacie and Scott had officially become boyfriend and girlfriend on Oct. 3, 2002.
Scott's online moniker was Tazz2999. Kacie's was modelbehavior63. Their rapid-fireconversation made abbreviations a necessity and misspellings inevitable:
Tazz2999: Hey Sweetie
modelbehavior63: hey
Tazz2999: how are you my angel?
modelbehavior63: ok ... u
Tazz2999: better now that ur on sweetie
And they were off, fingers flying across keyboards as they bemoaned troublesomeclasses like math and Arkansas history, and analyzed Kacie and Sam's reconciliation.They also discussed Kacie's two favorite extracurricular activities:
modelbehavior63: GUESS WHAT ... GUESS WHAt ... GUESS WHAT
Tazz2999: WHAT hehe
modelbehavior63: 23 kids outta 130 were picked to sing infrontof the school board and I AM ONE OF THEM ... ooo adn wednesday i haveband practice and thursdayi have choir practice
Tazz2999: Thats excenlant baby I told you You have the mostbeutiful voice I have ever hears
Tazz2999: *heard*
modelbehavior63: ?
As she instant-messaged Scott, Kacie was on the phone with another Internetfriend named Dave.
Dave was upset. His aunt, in a coma since a car wreck, was about to die. Kaciehurt for him. Her mother, Kristie, had died in an accident when Kacie was only7. Kacie was certain her beloved mama was now a beautiful angel, looking outfor her from above. Still, heaven was so far away.
Kacie had met Dave sometimeduring the summer of 2002 in a Yahoo Christian chat room for teens. Fromthe start,their friendship was full of romanticovertones, and even after Scott became her new "official" boyfriend,Kacie had continued her online friendship with Dave.
Scott knew all about Dave. Kacie had introduced them online. The two had eventalked on the phone a few times, mostly about cars.
In his Yahoo profile, Dave described himself as an 18-yearold living in SanDiego. His picture showed a young man with wavy, sandy hair that fell belowhis shoulder blades. With his tousled mane, square jaw and pouting mouth, Davelooked like a cross between a surfer and the lead singer of a 1980s hair band.
As Kacie consoled Dave on the phone, she kept Scott abreast of the grim situation:
modelbehavior63: tonight ... Dave's aunt is going to meet my mommy
Tazz2999:? Im so so sorry baby ... atleast we know that she will be happy there withyour mommy ... I am sure she will look out for her ...
modelbehavior63: yeah... i think they will be best friend ... hehe
Tazz2999: ... I hope Dave is alright
modelbehavior63: he is ... i am on the phone... he has been laughing at me ... bc he know it is the best ...
Tazz2999: ?at least he is laughing
Kacie told Scott about her visit to the counselor's office:
modelbehavior63: so guess what i got ... a lecture
Tazz2999: awww im sorrybaby
modelbehavior63: ... on how u could be a 80 year old rapest ... lol
Tazz2999:lol
modelbehavior63: hehe ... and that the picture was ur grandson
Tazz2999: how manytimes have u gotten that 1 hehe
modelbehavior63: um ... i lost count ... well... then ... she is like ... "dour parents know u talk to ppl u dont know" i was like "yeah" andshe was like ... well be careful ... and dont agree to meet them less ur momor dad is with you" i was like..okay ... and she is like ... well rememberthis lil talk ... i was like ... ok ...
Tazz2999: uh oh. prolly means she isgoing to talk to u again ...
modelbehavior63: i kno
The young couple moved on to more pleasant topics, like the fact that thisday marked their two-month anniversary:
Tazz2999: I will always be your teddy graham and you will always be my angeland we will be together forever and always and longer
modelbehavior63: awww
Tazz2999: hehe what r u doing sweetie
modelbehavior63: eating and talking to dave and singing ... Dave and i werecrying together for a sec ... i told him i loved him ... and momma told meshe did too ... and that mommy talks to me ... and that she said she wouldtake care of his aunt
`R U OK?'
Kacie sent Scott a link to a weather Web site.
modelbehavior63: look at what it feels like outside!!
Tazz2999: awwww *holdsher tight and rubs her arms to keep her warm*
Meanwhile, outside in the chilly darkness, someone crept across the Woodys'front yard - someone who had come for Kacie.
He had driven to the Holland community in a rented silver minivan, slowingdown when he reached Griggers Lane, a narrow dirt and gravel road that deadendsat the Woody home.
The house, illuminated by interior lamps and a single porch light, stood outin sharp relief against the blackness. Inside, Kacie still sat at the computer,reading Scott's fumbling attempts to wax poetic:
Tazz2999: hehe ill always be with u my angel becouse ur all I want to be with
Tazz2999:hehe i put my screen saver as the picture i have in my locker
Tazz2999: ur themost beutiful angel in the world Kacie
Tazz2999: r u ok sweetie?
When Kacie finally responded, her message was uncharacteristically brief:
modelbehavior63: yah
It was 9:41 p.m.
Maybe the intruder knocked. Or maybe he just walked in.
Either way, he caught Kacie completely off-guard, covering her face with achloroformsoaked rag and knocking her glasses onto her dad's recliner. Hedragged the thrashing girl through the living room and hauled her out intothe cold darkness, across the damp ground and into the waiting minivan.
Throughout the violent struggle, Scott's loving entreaties continued to popup on the Woodys' computer screen:
Tazz2999: r u busy baby?
Tazz2999: ... hehe guess so ...
Tazz2999: u there baby?
Tazz2999: sweetie r u ok ...
Tazz2999: please talk to me baby ...
Tazz2999: ?
Tazz2999: when u r ready to talk sweetie ill be here ...
Tazz2999: r u mad atme sweetie? ?
Tazz2999: please talk to me baby ...
Tazz2999: r u ok sweetie
No response.
For the next 35 minutes, Scott filled the Woodys' monitor with increasinglyfrantic pleas:
Tazz2999: please GOD let her be ok
Tazz2999: Kacie please tlak to me Tazz2999:please ... please ...
Still, no answer. Scott kept trying.
Tazz2999: Kacie Im so so scared I dont know what to do.
Tazz2999: ... please... Say something
At 10:15 p.m., Scott called the Woody house.
Tazz2999: why isnt anyone answeringthe PHONE!
Tazz2999: UGH
Tazz2999: Please
Tazz2999: PLEASE PICK UP KACIE
Tazz2999: PLEASE
Tazz2999: GOD PLEASE LET HER PICK UP
Tazz2999: please be ok Kacie ... GOD let her bo ok
Scott e-mailed Kacie's friend Jessica: Jessica please let this be u somethingis wrong with kacie her s/n is still on and she all the sudden left duringour convo but didn't log off and i tried to call her and no one answered andwe weren't fighting or anything so i e-mail the cops to make sure she is alrighti hop they get it soon...I'm going crazy I don't know what I would do withouther please God let her be ok But it was 10:44 p.m. on a school night, and Jessicawouldn't find the e-mail until the next afternoon.
Frustrated, Scott went back to instant-messaging the Woodys' computer:
Tazz2999: ERIC TIM DADDY DANNY ANYONE PLEASE BE THERE TO HELP HER PLEASE IKNOW SOMETHING ISNT RIGHT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
AT THE WOODY HOME
When family friend Eric Betts returned home from his electrician's class at10:17 p.m., he assumed Kacie was already in bed. For more than an hour, hewatched television, getting up periodically to do his laundry.
At 11:30 p.m., during one of his trips to the utility room, Eric noticed thatKacie wasn't in her room. He assumed she was out with friends or family.
Minutes later, Kacie's brother Tim arrived home.
"Where's Kacie?" Eric asked. "I thought she was here," Timreplied. Concerned, he called his dad. The time was 11:40 p.m.
"Where's Kacie?" Tim asked. "At home," Rickreplied.
"No, she isn't," Timsaid.
Rick had last talked to Kacie at 7 p.m. She had been practicing her saxophone.
Rick told Tim to call Kacie's friends. He also told him to check with AuntTeresa next door. Meanwhile, Rick drove to the Greenbrier Police Department.When he arrived, he called Tim again.
"Nobody knows anything," Timtold him.
Rick notified the Faulkner County sheriff 's office. Then he headed home. Hislittle girl wasn't where she was supposed to be, and he was certain someonehad taken her.
When Rick arrived, he noticed that both of Kacie's coats - a brand-new yellowone and her band jacket - were draped over a chair in the kitchen. Her tennisshoes and boots lay by the computer, where she always kicked them off.
At the time Kacie disappeared, the temperature had been 39 degrees and dropping.Heavy rains were moving through the area.
At 12:24 a.m., Deputy Dalton Elliott arrived at the Woody home. After lookingaround, he asked sheriff's investigator Jim Wooley to join him at the scene.Elliott also notified area law enforcement agencies that a girl was missing.
Meanwhile, phones rang all over Greenbrier as Rick, Tim and Eric quizzed Kacie'sfriends.
"Is Kacie at your house?" Rickasked Sam when a family member brought the phone to her at 1:11 a.m.
"No," a still-groggy Sam said. "Why?"
By the time Sam hung up,she was fully awake. "Pray for Kacie," shetold her mom. "She's missing." Sam sat up the rest of the night,telephone in hand, repeatedly calling Kacie's house.
By now, Rick and the boys had noticed a phone call from Georgia on their CallerID. The call had been placed at 10:15 p.m.
They made another discovery as well - a long dialogue on the computer betweenmodelbehavior63 and Tazz2999.
AT SCOTT'S HOUSE
Scott checked his computer frequently. Every so often, he fell into a troubledslumber. Finally, five hours after the last message from Kacie, Scott's computermonitor flickered to life:
modelbehavior63: hey scott ru there this is eric
modelbehavior63: as soon asu get this ANSWER back PLEASE i have GOT TO TALK TO YA
Tazz2999: im on ...
modelbehavior63: what happened with u and kacie tonight ...did she just quit talkin ...
Tazz2999: yeah ... just went silent
modelbehavior63: did any thing seem like somethingwas wrong?
Tazz2999: nope not at all
modelbehavior63: what was the last time that u talkedto her ... i need as close as a time as possible
Tazz2999: 9:41 was her last message...
modelbehavior63: ok ... did she say anythingout of the ordinary
Tazz2999: no just quiet I can send you aour whole convo ifu like
modelbehavior63: no i already got it i just need to know if she has seemedlike something has been bothering her or if she needed to talk to someone
Eric confirmed Scott's phone number. He also asked him for his full name,age and address.
modelbehavior63: what was she saying bout the school consoler and this guydave? anything wrong with her
Tazz2999: well umm her ans Sam have been havinga fight and they talked abot it with the consoler then Sam told the consolerthat she was dating me andshe got lectured ... dont worry about Dave he is just a good friend I wouldhave said something if i didnt htink he was a good guy but he is cool
modelbehavior63:so has it just been tonight that she seemed quiet? ... and did she talk aboutgoin some where or with someone?
Tazz2999: Eric ... can u tell me the [truth]now... where is Kacie
modelbehavior63: just tell me ... i got to know it isVERY important
Tazz2999: ummm ... i dont think so... not tonight... but shewas on the phone ...
modelbehavior63: do u know with who?
Tazz2999: Dave
Scott told Eric he didn't know when Dave and Kacie had ended their phone conversation.Nor did he know Dave's last name, only that he lived in San Diego. Scott promisedto ask Dave for a phone number if he encountered him online.
modelbehavior63: i am going to get off of here but i will leave it connectedjust in case ... thanks so much for the help
Tazz2999: anytime but can answersumthing 4 me
modelbehavior63: whats that?
Tazz2999: what happen to Kacie...
This series of stories is based on interviews with investigators and KacieWoody's family and friends, as well as police reports written at the time anda transcript recovered from the Woody family's computer. All direct quotesin the narration are based on the recollections of those interviewed. The parentsof Scott, a 14-year-old Internet friend of Kacie's from Alpharetta, Ga., askedthat his last name not be published.
Entryway to danger
Kacie Woody's home becomes a crime scene and her online life a clue for detectivesinvestigating her disappearance.
Dec. 15, 2003
By Cathy Frye
Arkansas Democrat-Gazette
Little Rock
Something bad had happened in this living room.
State police investigator Karl Byrd knew it as soon as he saw 13-year-old KacieWoody's mangled eyeglasses, which lay beneath a pile of towels in a tan recliner.The frames were bent and one lens had popped out.
Kacie had been missing for six hours now.
It was 3:35 a.m. Dec. 4, 2002, a half-hour since the persistent ring of Byrd'stelephone had jarred him from a deep slumber. The caller had been Jim Wooley,a Faulkner County sheriff's investigator.
"Karl, I've got a girl out here missing," Wooleyhad said in worried tones.
"I'm not sure whatto make of it, but I don't like the way it looks."
Byrd had hastily donned his clothes and driven to the rural Holland community,snowflakes melting on his windshield. Byrd couldn't imagine a kid taking offon this cold, wet night.
The misshapen eyeglasses confirmed his suspicions: Kacie hadn't left this housewillingly.
Kacie's dad, Greenbrier police officer Rick Woody, told investigators thatnothing was missing except his daughter's nightclothes. Both of her coats werein the kitchen. Her shoes lay in a pile near the family's computer in the livingroom. Kacie's beloved Yorkshire terrier, George, was limping.
The last person to have seen Kacie was her brother Tim, who had left the houseat 6 p.m. for the University of Central Arkansas library in Conway, 12 milessouthwest of their home. At the time, Kacie had been on the Internet. She waswearing her glasses, as she always did when she was on the computer. Dialoguestill on the monitor revealed to the investigators that Kacie had been exchanginginstant messages with someone named Scott, who appeared to be a 14-year-oldliving in a suburb of Atlanta. According to the dialogue, Kacie also had beentalking on the phone with someone named Dave.
Kacie's messages ended abruptly at 9:41 p.m., in midconversation with Scott,further convincing Byrd and Wooley that she had been kidnapped.
As other lawmen throughout the county were roused from their beds, Byrd andWooley went door to door on Griggers Lane, awakening neighbors and asking questions;volunteers searched the dark woods surrounding the Woodys' property. At 5:14a.m., investigators issued a Level II Morgan Nick Alert, which allows statepolice to notify the media of a missing child.
GREENBRIER MIDDLE SCHOOL, DEC. 4
For Samantha Mann, 13, the bus ride to school was unbearable. Her friend Kaciewas missing, yet everyone was acting so ... normal.
But most Greenbrier Middle School students hadn't yet heard that one of theirschoolmates had vanished from her home the night before. So they chatteredand bantered as usual, secure in their belief that bad things don't happento 13-year-old girls living in the middle of nowheresville.
Sam, who knew better, sat numbly in her seat, unsure whether to say anything.
Jessica Tanner, 12, also part of Kacie's circle, heard the news when she walkedinto her first period-class, where two girls were discussing her friend.
"Kacie Woody's been kidnapped," oneof the girls said.
"Y'all are lying," Jessicadeclared, and burst into tears.
Jessica's teacher sent her to the counselor's office. As soon as she walkedin, Jessica encountered two other distraught friends, who clung to her andsobbed.
Moments later, Sam rounded the corner.
She made a beeline for Jessica, and the two girls locked in an embrace of griefand disbelief.
At 9:20 a.m., Sam sat in school counselor Dianna Kellar's office, trying toanswer the questions of investigators Byrd and Wooley.
She had been here just the day before to tell Mrs. Kellar she was worried abouthow freely Kacie gave her phone number to people she met on the Internet. NowSam was here to talk about Kacie again, this time to policemen.
LOVE ONLINE
The Woodys live so far out in the country that phone calls to Greenbrier,12 miles to the northwest, are long-distance. So Rick laid down strict rulesabout using the phone.
Kacie turned to the computer, discovering quickly that instant-messaging wasalmost as good as talking on the phone. Unlike e-mail, instant messages popup immediately on the screen, allowing conversations to be held in real time.
Kacie's screen name was modelbehavior63, inspired by Model Behavior, one ofher favorite Disney movies. The 63 came from older brother Austin's footballjersey.
For a while, Kacie was content with her network of local friends. But likemany teens, she couldn't resist the lure of chat rooms and ventured into theseonline social hubs. By autumn 2002, modelbehavior63 had become a regular presencein Yahoo's teen and Christian chat rooms.
Kacie's Yahoo profile, which included a photo of her, was there for anyonewho wanted to learn more about her.
She last updated her profile in November 2002:
Real name: Kacie
Location: Arkansas
Age: blank
Marital Status: Long-term relationship
Gender: Female
Occupation: Messenger of God
More About Me: (Hobbies): I write love poems, play alto sax, am in the schoolchoir and recently tried out for soccer. I'm 13 now.
Latest News: October 3 rd I started going out with Scott. The sweetest, cutest,smartest, funniest, sexiest guy ever. I love him with all my heart.
Favorite quote: "Theywear so many faces, show up in the strangest places. To guide us with theirmercy,in our time of need. Oh I believe there are angelsamong us, sent down to us from somewhere up above. They come - "
Kacie first bumped intoDave in a Yahoo chat room for Christian teens during the summer of 2002.They struckup a friendship and began instant-messagingeach other regularly. Kacie brought Dave into her group of online friends.She introduced him to her "real life" friends as well, setting upthree-way phone calls and sending him photos of her schoolmates.
Kacie and Dave's shared love of music likely helped draw them together. Daveplayed guitar. Kacie loved to sing and play her sax. Both were Elvis fans.
Dave's profile was sparse:
Real name: Dave Location: San Diego, Ca
Age: 18
Marital Status: Long-term relationship
Gender: Male
The accompanying photo showed a blondish, long-haired guy, sort of a youngerversion of the model Fabio. Kacie thought Dave was cute, but her friends didn'tlike his long hair.
Kacie briefly considered Dave her boyfriend but became interested in a localboy in early autumn. She later broke up with this boy for Scott, whom she hadmet online in May 2002.
Kacie and Scott became an official item on Oct. 3, 2002.
In Scott, Kacie found someone proficient in all the intrigue and drama of adolescentpuppy love. Scott's profile identified him as a Georgia teen who loved footballand wrestling. His photo, which Kacie hung in her locker, showed a dark-hairedboy in a football uniform, No. 79. Unlike most young players posing for theirteam photos, Scott didn't wear the standard menacing scowl. Instead, a widegrin creased his face.
Sam disapproved. She had never liked Dave. And Scott didn't strike her as muchof an improvement. His mushy prose struck her as excessive.
Sam warned Kacie severaltimes about "dating" people she had nevermet in person. How, she asked, could Kacie be sure of someone's true identity?
Kacie was so trusting that it worried Sam.
Another Greenbrier friend expressed similar doubts after Kacie e-mailed himan excerpt of an instant message from Scott. Hey Sweetie, Scott had written.I miss you so much ... I have barely talked to you all day. I Hope Your doingok sweetie ... I Love You so much ... ur everything and so much more to meur my moon and my sun u light up my world your my angel My love for you willnever end ... Sweeter Dramz ...
Kacie gushed: Isn't he a sweetie?
Her Greenbrier friend replied bluntly: do u believe all that stuff that dudeis saying? How long have u known him?
Kacie responded: i actually do believe him ... i have known him for over 6months ...
Even after Kacie fell for Scott, she maintained her friendship with Dave,who didn't seem to mind Kacie's new boyfriend. Twice, Dave even talked to Scotton the phone.
The first time, Scott's mom answered.
"Who's calling from California?" she asked. "Isthis a salesman?"
Scott took the phone fromher, explaining, "Oh, it's just a friend ofa friend."
The second time Dave called, Scott's dad answered.
"You're not a kid," theirate father declared. He told Dave not to call back.
Rick Woody had a similar reaction when Kacie told him that her online friendDave was celebrating his 18th birthday.
"Eighteen is too old," Ricksaid, ordering Kacie to cease her correspondence with Dave. Rick didn'tcatch a name at the time - he was more concerned aboutthe unknown boy's age.
Kacie obeyed. "My dad said I can't talk to you anymore because you'retoo old for me," she wrote to Dave.
So Dave switched from the computer to the telephone, calling Kacie frequentlyand talking about his dying aunt. Kacie also phoned Dave, but would quicklyhang up. Then Dave would call back.
The phone calls madeSam even more uncomfortable with Dave. For one thing, Dave didn't sound18. He usedoutdated words of a different generation - "groovy" and "righteous" and "wicked."
Kacie once told him: "Youpeople out in California talk a little bit differently."
Sam would later putit this way: "I was like, okaaaaay. He needed to geta teen slang book or something because no one says wicked or groovy. It waslike my dad trying to act cool but actually sounding really retarded." ButKacie always expected the best of people.
On two occasions, Kacie set up three-way phone conversations so that she couldtalk to Dave and Sam at the same time. Dave described trips to the beach andhow he loved fourwheeling. Mostly, though, he listened to Sam and Kacie talk.
At one point, he interjected.
"How old are you?" heasked Sam.
"Thirteen," Samsaid.
"Oh ... cool," Davereplied.
Jessica had talked to Dave, too, one weekend night shortly before Kacie'sabduction.
Jessica was at the Woody home, feeling ill after a Dr Pepper burping contest.Kacie was on the phone with Dave.
"Here," Kacie said, handing the receiver to Jessica. "Talk to him.He'll make you feel better." During the conversation, the girls heardnoises outside, maybe someone walking around the back of the house, his feetcrunching the leaves and sticks. Hastily, they shoved a dresser in front ofKacie's bedroom door. Minutes later, they were certain they heard the kitchenfloor squeak.
"I'm scared there's somebody in my house," Kacietold Dave.
"Oh, there's nobody in your house," he replied. "You'rejust imagining things."
And then the noises stopped.
SHY AND TRUSTING
Kacie was born Oct. 17, 1989. She almost died from lung complications.
Rick and Kristie Woody named their baby after K.C. Koloski, a character onthe television series "China Beach," and took her home to the house on GriggersLane. The couple's sons, Austin and Tim, doted on their sister.
Kacie was quiet around people she didn't know. But at home or around friends,she loved to perform. Whenever she visited friends for sleepovers, she tookher worn video of the musical Grease and would sing along with every song asshe subjected her friends to repeated viewings.
Parents saw Kacie as a "model child," asone mother put it, a good friend for their own children. She possessed anempathy beyond her years, impressingher counselor, Mrs. Kellar, as the only student willing to befriend a lonelyschoolmate.
In the years after Kacie'smom died, Kacie fretted over her dad, believing that he was lonely. Manytimesshe climbed into his lap, asking anxiously, "Areyou OK?"
Kacie was always in search of a mother figure. She latched on to one of Tim'sgirlfriends, Carlee Hensley, who frequently took Kacie shopping. Carlee oncespent a whole day trying to find someone who would pierce Kacie's ears withouta guardian present.
The kindness that Carlee and other women showed Kacie made her far more trustingthan most kids. People had always been good to her. She couldn't imagine anyonewishing her harm.
The Woodys moved from the North Little Rock area to rural Faulkner Countyin 1984 for the Greenbrier schools. The sparsely populated area appealed toKristie and Rick, who had always wanted to live somewhere quiet and safe.
Their new homeplace served another purpose. Kristie and her mother, Illa Smith,loved horses, and this place was perfect for keeping them.
The women each owned several horses, and they spent countless hours grooming,riding and showing their prized animals. One Christmas, Illa made Kristie andKacie matching Western outfits and took a picture of the pair, with Kacie posedon a toy horse.
In a strange twist, though, horses led to tragedy.
On June 19, 1997, Rick, Kristie, Tim and Kacie were on their way home fromTim's baseball game when two horses ran on- to Arkansas 287 in front of thefamily's Lincoln Town Car.
Rick hit one of the horses, which slammed through the windshield on the passenger'sside. After the car shuddered to a stop, Rick looked at his wife.
And he knew.
He couldn't let Kacie see her mother, not like this. But with his ribs broken,and shattered glass littering the car's interior, Rick couldn't reach his daughter.He turned to Tim, who sat in the back seat with his little sister.
"Get Kacie on the floorboard," heinstructed his son.
"I can't," Tim answered helplessly. "There'sglass."
At that moment, some family friends pulled up behind the Woodys' car. Theyushered Tim and Kacie into their own vehicle, where the kids waited until helparrived. Kacie had been sleeping before the accident, so Rick was hopeful shehadn't seen her mother.
But she had. Kacie latertold her Aunt Teresa about it, how her mom made an "uh" noiseand that when she saw all the blood, she knew that her mother was dead.
From that night on, Kacie hated horses.
Even so, she kept her mother's collection of horse figurines. They filled anentire shelf in Kacie's bedroom.
On June 27, 2001, Rick went on part-time patrol for the Greenbrier PoliceDepartment. He was elated.
Rick had been working for the department as a dispatcher, a job that evolvedfrom serving as a computer and security contractor for the agency. Rick likeddispatching, but he had longed to be on the streets.
The only drawback was the hours. Rick typically worked the night shifts, whichcould pose problems for a single dad. Normally, Tim was around. And on weekends,Kacie always went to her grandma's house, where she ate Chinese food and pizza,and chased yellow butterflies across the lawn.
Still, there were some evenings when Kacie was home alone for several hours.Rick believed she was safe though. He had lived on Griggers Lane for 18 yearswith no problems. Most of the time, the Woodys left the door unlocked. Andas a cop, Rick believed most crimes were random.
Never had this policeman imagined that a kidnapper would pull right up to hisdoorstep.
DEC. 4, MIDMORNING
After Jessica's interview with the investigators in the school counselor'soffice, she and Sam compared notes. Both girls were certain Scott was behindKacie's disappearance. He was all Kacie talked about lately, and after theprevious day's fight, Scott was fresh in their minds.
Sam and Jessica sat in silence for a moment, lost in their thoughts. Somethingniggled at the edges of Jessica's consciousness, something she should havetold the lawmen. She flipped through her memories of Kacie, mulling the eventsof recent months. Then the nebulous cloud of recollections crystallized.
She turned to her friend in a moment of horrifying clarity.
"Omigod, Sam - whatabout Dave?"
At this same moment, FBI agent Jerry Spurgers was in Kacie's bedroom, wonderingthe same thing.
Running out of time
Law enforcement agents work to track down Kacie Woody andlearn the identity of her abductor.
Dec. 16, 2003
By Cathy Frye
Arkansas Democrat-Gazette
Little Rock
FBI agent Jerry Spurgers knelt on the floor of 13-year-old Kacie Woody's bedroom,holding two crumpled pieces of paper that might reveal the identity of Kacie'skidnapper.
Kacie had been missing for 12 hours now, snatched from her living room as shetyped at the computer, and the lawmen investigating her disappearance desperatelyneeded leads.
Surrounded by the stuffed animals lining the teenager's top bunk, the hundredsof Beanie Babies perched on shelves and the angels scattered here and there,Spurgers carefully smoothed the creases from the scraps of paper he had justpulled from Kacie's trash can.
One read: Kacie ReneWoody Loves David Leslie Fagen The other declared: Kacie Rene Woody LovesScott G -The letters had all been numbered so that Kaciecould compute the percentage of "true love" in each relationship.
But for Spurgers, the wadded-up papers held other significance.
When Kacie was abducted on Dec. 3, 2002, she had been exchanging instant messageswith her online boyfriend Scott, 14, who lived in Alpharetta, an upscale suburbof Atlanta. At the same time, she had been talking on the phone with anotherInternet friend named Dave.
At 9:41 p.m., Kacie had abruptly quit responding to Scott's messages, and Scotthad quickly become concerned. He had called the Woodys' home in rural FaulknerCounty and sent frantic instant messages to the family's computer, hoping thatKacie's dad, Rick, or her brother Tim would see them.
Dave, on the other hand, hadn't been heard from. Authorities had no idea whohe was, only that he was supposedly an 18-year-old from San Diego.
As Spurgers examined the doodlings of a love-struck girl, he realized thatDave and David Fagen were quite possibly the same person.
The Woodys' computer soon yielded confirmation. Stored on the machine werea Yahoo profile and photo of someone named jazzman_df. FBI agents also foundearlier correspondence between jazzman_df and Kacie.
Jazzman_df lived in San Diego. He had registered with Yahoo as Dave Fagen.
GREENBRIER MIDDLE SCHOOL
Meanwhile, Samantha Mann, 13, and Jessica Tanner, 12, sat in school counselorDianna Kellar's office waiting to talk to investigators a second time.
Sam and Jessica had initially blamed Scott for Kacie's abduction. Now, however,they realized they had forgotten to tell the detectives about Dave.
The girls told Mrs. Kellar they needed to talk to the police again. As theywaited, Sam and Jessica hastily composed a note for the cops: Dave has beentellin Kacie that his aunt is in a coma and he has been driving 4 dayz. Daveis Kacie's X boyfriend For the past month, Dave had kept Kacie updated on hisaunt's condition. Her coma, he said, was caused by a car wreck. She wasn'texpected to live much longer.
The aunt lived in Arkansas. Dave didn't say where.
Kacie had told her friends about Dave's aunt. She felt really sorry for him.And then, one night in mid- to late November, when Jessica was sleeping overat Kacie's house, Dave had called to say he was on his way to Arkansas becausehis aunt's condition was worsening. It was the same night the girls had heardstrange noises and barricaded themselves in Kacie's bedroom.
During the hourlong conversation, Dave had told Kacie and Jessica that he plannedto remain in Arkansas until his aunt passed away. Doctors were giving her afew months at most.
Several times, Jessica and Kacie tried to end the conversation. But Dave toldthem he had been driving for 11 hours and needed the company.
Sam also had heard that Dave was heading to Arkansas.
A few weeks before herabduction, Kacie had turned to Sam one day and asked, "RememberDave?"
"Yeah," Samhad said.
"Well, he said he was going to be in Arkansas seeing his aunt who's in a coma," Kaciehad told her.
Dave never said anything about wanting to see Kacie during his visit. Evenif he had, Sam and Jessica were certain Kacie never would have agreed to meethim in person.
But what if he had decided to show up unannounced at Kacie's house?
RACE AGAINST TIME
At 1 p.m., a fourth law enforcement agency joined the Faulkner County sheriff'soffice, Arkansas State Police and FBI in the search for Kacie when investigatorsasked Conway police to canvass their town's motels for suspicious guests.
Conway, just south of Greenbrier, is the biggest city in Faulkner County.
Investigators were looking for someone registered as David Fagen. Or anyonewith the first name David. Or the initials D.F. Or anyone from California.
Conway police Sgt. Jim Barrett divided the town into two sections. He and onedetective took the east side, and two other investigators headed to the northernpart of the city.
About 30 minutes later, the detectives on the north side called to say therewas a David Fuller from California registered at the Motel 6.
Fuller had arrived Dec. 2 and was scheduled to stay for seven days. He hadrequested that the maids skip his room.
Barrett headed to the motel.
The manager there vividly remembered Fuller, who had become angry when he couldn'tconnect to the Internet from his room and huffed off to the county librarywith his laptop.
The detective walked over to Room 115, where a 1993 Buick Regal with Californiaplates was parked out front. When no one answered Barrett's repeated knocks,the manager opened the door with a passkey.
A cursory search revealed a suitcase, still neatly packed, on the luggage rack.A laptop was set up on the table, and two 31 /2-inch floppy disks lay on thefloor. The bed hadn't been slept in.
Barrett put a surveillance team in the room next door in case Fuller returned.
It was now 1:30 p.m.
Barrett asked another detective to check with car rental businesses. Had Fuller,perhaps, rented a car? Just 10 minutes later, the detective called back: OnDec. 2, Fuller had rented a silver Dodge Caravan for seven days from the ConwayEnterprise Rent-A-Car.
At the rental agency, Barrett interviewed an employee named Steve Tate.
Fuller, Tate said, had behaved strangely while filling out his paperwork. TheCalifornian had been fidgety, repeatedly interrupting the process to go outsideand smoke.
So Tate had made a note of Fuller's California license plate number and motelroom number. Also listed in the paperwork was Fuller's cell phone number.
At 2:45 p.m., state police investigator Karl Byrd and a few other detectiveswere eating a quick lunch at the Conway International House of Pancakes whenBarrett called with David Fuller's phone number.
Byrd then phoned his supervisor, Sgt. Paul Curtis, who had subpoenaed the Woodys'phone records.
"Give me the number she's been calling," Byrdsaid.
Curtis read it aloud.
The number had been dialed repeatedly from the Woody home. And it matched theone Fuller had given the car rental agent.
Byrd called Barrett: "That'sour boy."
A description of Fuller's rented minivan immediately went out to law enforcementagencies and the media.
Wherever it was, Kacie might be there, too.
DAVE VS. DAVID FULLER
As investigators delvedinto Fuller's background, they learned "Dave" wasn'tthe long-haired, handsome youth pictured on his Yahoo profile. David LeslieFuller was 47, balding and scrawny. And his life was falling apart.
Fuller was born Jan. 18, 1955, into a devout Mormon family. His parents, Nedand June, were proud of the secure and stable life they had created for theirfour children. They brought up their brood in an upper-middleclass Salt LakeCity neighborhood, in a home they had built in 1956.
The three oldest children, two boys and a girl, thrived - enthusiasticallyinvolved in school, church and family life. But young Davie was different -aloof, hanging back.
Davie was a lackadaisical student, and by the time he entered his teens, hisfriends were the rebellious, trouble-making, school-skipping kids. After highschool graduation, he played bass guitar in various rock bands.
Davie's lack of interest in the church had long distressed the Fuller family.By the time he was a young adult, Dave had shunned Mormonism altogether.
At 19, he married a girl who was a year or two younger, and they made theirhome in Moab, southeast of Salt Lake City. The marriage quickly dissolved.
In the early 1980s, Davewas still living in Moab and playing bass guitar at a local bar. His bandcovered popularsing-along tunes, relying on crowd-pleaserssuch as Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville."
One night, a bandmate's girlfriend showed up at the bar with her sister, Sally.
Sally and the bass player really hit it off.
Dave and Sally's courtship ran smoothly. Dave didn't say much about himself,but he was a good listener.
Like Dave, Sally also had married and divorced young. Now she was in her mid-20sand wanted to settle down and have kids. The couple wed on May 21, 1983, andmoved to Salt Lake City. Sally worked as a commercial artist for an advertisingagency. Dave drove a tow truck and then worked for a car dealership.
In 1989, Dave joined the Navy Seabees, and the couple moved to Gulfport, Miss.Over the next several years, they moved to Maryland and then San Diego. SonDillon was born in Mississippi and daughter Stacie in Maryland.
Motherhood suited Sally, but she was increasingly unhappy with her marriage.By their 18 th anniversary in May 2001, Sally wanted out.
In the early days, Dave and Sally had done a lot of social drinking. Alcoholmellowed Dave out, made him more talkative and pleasant. But once Dave easedup on the drinking, Sally learned it was best to tiptoe around her husband.It was the only way to deal with his unpredictable temper.
Sally sensed a hatred - toward an unknown someone - simmering beneath Dave'smoodiness. He would brood for days and then explode into an inexplicable rage.Sally was afraid to probe too deeply. Dave's past was off-limits.
"I don't want to go there," he would tell her. "Everythingwas fine. I had a good childhood."
Nor would he discuss the problems in the couple's relationship. Dave likedto deal in facts - bills or car repairs, dayto-day issues he could resolveand file neatly away.
There were troubling incidents, too, like the time Dave was arrested for exposinghimself to two young girls. Sally was skeptical of Dave's explanation: thathe had simply stopped to ask the girls a question, but they had run off screaming.
Dave never tried to defend himself. He skipped his court appearance and quietlypaid a fine for indecent exposure, a misdemeanor.
By the summer of 2002, Dave and Sally's marriage was in its final months.
For the previous five years, the family had lived at 7216 Pearson St. in LaMesa, Calif., just outside of San Diego. By then, Dave had left the Navyand was working for a Saturn dealership. Dave was more secretive than ever,spending long hours on the computer and walking alone through the neighborhoodat night as he chatted on his cell phone.
Sally had stopped asking questions.
The turbulence in the Fullers' disintegrating marriage was affecting the couple'schildren, Dillon, now 11, and Stacie, 7. Concerned, Sally took Dillon for counseling.
In June 2002, Dave tookthe kids to visit his parents. Before he left, the couple argued, and Daveangrilythrew out the word "divorce."
Great, Sally thought. He's ready.
While Dave and the kids were gone, she attended a nuts-and-bolts divorce workshop,and by the time they returned, Sally had done everything but file the papers.She thought Dave would be pleased. Instead, he was furious.
This time, however, his tantrums had no effect. Dave's formerly timid wifewas resolute: The marriage was over.
During the next four months, Dave's once-orderly life crumbled.
In August, California's Child Protective Services division investigated a reportthat Dave was taking showers with 7-year-old Stacie.
The agency got involvedafter Sally started asking questions. Dave was livid. "Iam not molesting my daughter!" he bellowed in front of the children. Investigatorsultimately concluded nothing had happened. But Sally remained uneasy.
By September, Dave had moved into an apartment. One night, he showed up athis old home and demanded that Sally let him in. When she refused, he pushedher aside and barged into the kitchen.
After a screaming match, Sally locked herself in the bedroom with the kids.Dave used a screwdriver to open the door. Sally called 911, and the kids watchedout the front window as police handcuffed their father and led him away. Authoritiescharged Dave with spousal abuse.
That same month, Dave lost his job at the Saturn dealership. The firing happenedin front of his son, who had gone with Dave on his day off to pick up his paycheck.His bosses cited a lack of productivity but suspected Dave was visiting childpornography sites on company computers.
The couple's house sold Sept. 26. By this time, Sally had found a new homein Hemet, a town in Southern California's San Jacinto Valley. The move wasa leap of faith, but Sally felt strong. She home-schooled the kids, practicedyoga and wrote in her journal of her new hopes.
She hoped to finalize the divorce by the end of 2002.
On Dec. 3, the day of Kacie's abduction, Dave called his mother. He seemedfine. Sally was in Utah visiting her family, and Dave asked if she had broughtthe kids over to see their grandparents.
"No," June Fullertold him.
"That figures," Davereplied, his irritation obvious. He didn't mention that he was calling fromArkansas.
Dave became uncharacteristicallyemotional. "Ilove you, Mom," he said, a phrase he never uttered first.
And then he hung up.
DEC. 4, MIDAFTERNOON
Authorities now had a suspect in Kacie's kidnapping. But no one knew wherehe was or if he still had the girl.
After linking Fuller'sphone number to Kacie's house, Barrett called the detectives who were stakingout Fuller'smotel room: "If Fuller shows up, arresthim." Meanwhile, investigators subpoenaed the suspect's car rental paperwork,complete with Fuller's credit card number, the same one he had used to payfor his motel room.
His recent credit history revealed that earlier that day, Fuller's card hadbeen charged by Guardsmart Storage in Conway. Fuller had traveled to Conwaya month earlier to rent the unit.
Maybe, Barrett thought, Fuller was holding Kacie captive there. He headed toGuardsmart.
En route, Barrett heard from state police that a caller who had heard newsreports about the suspect's rented minivan claimed to be following it downUniversity Avenue in Little Rock. Barrett was elated.
We've scared the crap out of this guy, and he's leaving, Barrett thought, assumingthat Fuller was reacting to the publicity surrounding Kacie's kidnapping.
He's split. He left her tied up, and there'll be a happy ending.
Barrett and two FBI agents arrived at Guardsmart Storage a little after 5 p.m.The managers, a married couple, led the lawmen to unit No. 313.
The door wasn't padlocked. The latch was unfastened. Barrett was sure the suspecthad fled in haste.
Unholstering his gun, the detective lifted the door and peered inside.
He saw a silver minivan. Its engine was running.
Barrett stepped inside, gun still drawn. Just as his foot hit the concretefloor, a shot rang out. Barrett and the FBI agents ran for cover. The detectivemade a breathless call for help:
Dispatcher: 911
Barrett: Sgt. Barrett. Shots fired, shots fired, GuardsmartStorage, Prince Street.
Dispatcher: Where at?
Barrett: Guardsmart Storage, shots fired. Got me andtwo FBI agents out here. Send backup now.
Dispatcher: At Smart Storage? Silence.
But not forgotten
Lawmen expose an online predator's plot, but not before Kacie Woody's fatebecomes a cautionary tale.
Dec. 17, 2003
By Cathy Frye
Arkansas Democrat-Gazette
Little Rock
The kidnapper still clutched his 9 mm Luger in a lifeless hand.
A few feet from his body, in the rear of his rented silver minivan, his victimlay on her back, her wrists and ankles chained tightly to the four cornersof the van's floor.
He had been hiding in storage unit No. 313 since the night before.
Throughout the day, he had cranked the engine and run the heater to warm himself.
As he had listened to the radio news reports about 13-year-old Kacie Woody'sabduction of the night before, he learned that police knew his name and werelooking for the minivan.
The engine was still running, the radio playing, when Conway police Sgt. JimBarrett had approached the unit and raised the door.
That's when David Fuller shot himself in the head.
When Barrett and other investigators entered the unit more than three hourslater, they found Fuller at the back of the unit, a few feet from the rearof the minivan, dozens of cigarette butts, a lighter and a bottle of MountainValley Spring water littering the concrete floor near his feet.
Fuller, 47, had backed the silver Dodge Caravan into the unit at GuardsmartStorage after snatching Kacie from her home in rural Holland. At some point,Fuller had removed the vehicle's two back seats to make room for his victim.
The seats now rested on the floor. One was folded. The other, on which Fullerhad been sitting when he pulled the trigger, remained upright.
Fuller had been looking directly into the back of the minivan, where Kacielay. He had raped her. And he had shot her in the head.
The final hours of the drama had begun a little after 5 p.m., Dec. 4, 2002,19 hours after the abduction, when Barrett had heard the gunshot and summonedthe SWAT team.
The lawmen had spent more than three hours in the sleet and snow waiting, unsurewhether Kacie and her kidnapper were dead or alive.
Just before 8:30 p.m., the SWAT team entered the unit with Barrett close behind.
The detective identified Fuller, using the dead man's California driver's license.Then he looked in the minivan, and the image of Kacie there would haunt himfor months each night when he put his own daughter to bed.
As investigators searched the unit, they found a half-empty bottle of chloroformand a purple rag next to Kacie's head.
Later, after police had studied the medical examiner's report, they would concludethat Kacie likely had been unconscious from the time she was kidnapped untilshe was killed, a small comfort amid the ruin.
According to a security box at the storage facility, Fuller had punched inhis access code at 10:15 p.m., Dec. 3, which meant he had driven straight therefrom the Woodys' home in rural Faulkner County after abducting Kacie from herliving room.
No one who worked on the case would ever agree on the time of Kacie's death.With the chloroform, she could have remained alive but unconscious for hours.Detectives don't know if she was dead or alive when Fuller left the unit onfoot at 7:24 the following morning to buy water and cigarettes at a nearbyconvenience store.
The security box showed Fuller was gone 21 minutes.
He spent the rest of the day chain-smoking and, police speculated, waitingto flee the unit on foot after dark.
As investigators examined the crime scene, several lawmen gathered for a somberdiscussion: Who was going to notify Greenbrier police officer Rick Woody ofhis daughter's death? Faulkner County sheriff's investigator Jim Wooley andstate police investigator Karl Byrd volunteered. They had worked this casefrom the outset, and they would see it through.
DEC. 4, LATE EVENING
Jessica Tanner, 12, and several of Kacie's other closest friends were keepingvigil at 13-year-old Samantha Mann's house. By now, the local TV news broadcastswere reporting that police had cornered a man named David Fuller. Reportersdescribed his rented minivan, and Fuller's face appeared on the screen.
Sam and Jessica lookedat each other and spoke in unison: "It's Dave."
Dave, whom Kacie had befriended on the Internet, had claimed to be 18. Thepicture on his Yahoo profile was of a goodlooking young man with long, wavyhair.
Sam stared, disbelieving,at this new version of Dave. He was balding and had a mustache. "He's ugly," Sam said. "And old." Andthen there was an update: Authorities had stormed the storage unit. A newsconferencewas scheduled for 10 p.m. The briefing opened with the first report of Kacie'sdeath. Sam and her friends huddled on the staircase and wept.
At 12-year-old Haley Allen's house, the phone rang. The caller was her father,checking on her. Haley and Kacie had been friends since kindergarten.
"Are you doing OK?" heasked.
"Hopefully, they'll find her," Haleyreplied.
"You don't know?"
There was an uncomfortablesilence. Then Haley's dad said, "Let me talkto your mom."
Before she took the receiver, Leah Compton sent Haley to bed. Haley obeyedreluctantly. For the next hour, she lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering.
Finally, Leah and Haley's stepdad entered her bedroom.
Haley asked, "Isshe going to be at school tomorrow?"
"No," Leah said softly. "She'sgone."
Haley cried and cried. And then, as many other kids in Greenbrier did thatnight, she crawled into bed with her parents.
Over on Griggers Lane, a handful of people had gathered at the home of TeresaPaul, Kacie's aunt.
Teresa, the older sister of Kacie's late mother, had moved next door to theWoodys in 1990, a few years after her husband, a native Alaskan, had drownedin the Yukon.
Teresa didn't say so, but she knew Kacie was never coming back. When she hadreturned from Rick's house at 6 a.m., she had seen an owl perched on the deck.In her husband's clan, the owl was the symbol of death.
She was prepared when a family friend arrived at her front door.
Teresa spoke first. "She'sgone, isn't she?"
Like Rick, Teresa had lost her spouse. And she, too, had lost a daughter. Heroldest girl, Jonna, died in a car accident in 1994. She was only 17. Heartbreakwas an old, familiar acquaintance.
Teresa turned to her elderly parents, Chuck and Illa Smith.
"Mother," Teresa said gently, "it'sover."
"Oh, they got Kacie?" Illaasked, hope lighting her face.
"He killed her," Teresasaid flatly.
There was a stunned pause.
And then the Smiths sobbed.
First their granddaughter Jonna.
Then their daughter Kristie.
Now Kacie.
Chuck turned to Teresa: "Why can't we keep our girls?" heasked.
"We keep losing ourgirls."
Down the road from Teresa's house, dozens of people filled Rick Woody's home.Rick slumped in his recliner, watching the TV for updates on the standoff betweenthe SWAT team and the man who had kidnapped his daughter. Rick also listenedto the chatter on his police radio.
But as a TV news crew announced that there would be a news conference at 10p.m., Rick's radio went silent.
And he knew.
ALPHARETTA, GA.
In this affluent suburb of Atlanta, 14-year-old Scott was telling his parentsthat something horrible had happened to a girl he had met on the Internet.It was some time after 9 p.m., EST, and Scott, known online as Tazz2999, hadjust learned from Internet news reports that Kacie was dead.
His parents, Steve and Pamela, were baffled. Who, they asked, is Kacie? Andall of this is going on where? In Arkansas?
So Scott explained everything, starting with how he had met Kacie in a chatroom in May 2002 and how she had disappeared the night before while chattingwith him on the computer.
"This is not small stuff," Pamela told her son. "Thisis either a really sick joke, or it's something so terribly sad."
She looked at Scott's pictures of Kacie. There was a school portrait, a formalphoto of Kacie in all her finery as Fall Festival Queen and a few candid shotsfrom Kacie's webcam.
It would be several days before Pamela grasped the magnitude of what her sonhad gotten himself into - a murder case involving a girl from Arkansas, a killerfrom California and, eventually, a coast-to-coast FBI investigation.
Pamela hadn't even known that Tazz2999 had a girlfriend.
DEC. 5, 2002
School counselor Dianna Kellar's office at Greenbrier Middle School was filledwith crying students.
Flowers, stuffed animals and other teen paraphernalia soon covered locker No.427, where Kacie had once gossiped with friends as she stashed her books. Throughoutthe afternoon, teachers comforted sobbing girls and tried to soothe fears.By the end of the day, an oppressive grief had sucked the laughter and chatterfrom the halls.
THE GIRLS SAY GOODBYE
On Dec. 8, the night before Kacie's funeral, her friends arrived at the visitationwith yellow roses and a group picture of themselves making goofy faces. Samtucked the photo under Kacie's pillow.
Then the girls took their roses, which had handwritten notes attached to eachstem, and placed them one by one in the coffin. Except for Haley. She couldn'tlook at her friend. She gave her rose to Rick.
Kacie was wearing a yellow dress her grandma had made. It was a little tighton her, but it had been her favorite. Her Aunt Teresa had made sure two matchingjackets went into the casket. She knew Kacie would want to show them to hermama in heaven.
During visitation, Ricksaid to Sam and Jessica: "Don't quit coming around.You're my girls too now."
OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS
In La Mesa, Calif., FBI agents searched Fuller's orderly apartment. They founda framed montage of photos of Kacie near his computer.
Dave had two computers: one in his apartment and the laptop he had taken toArkansas. Authorities examined both, looking for other victims.
Soon, the FBI arrived at Sam's house with printouts: a picture of Sam, pointingto a photo of singer Justin Timberlake; a webcam picture of another of Kacie'sfriends; and Dave's Yahoo buddy list, which included the names of lots of Greenbrierkids.
Sam was alarmed. So was Jessica, who remembered clearly the night she and Kaciehad sent Dave a picture of themselves posing with Kacie's dog, George. Davehad wanted to see what Jessica looked like.
The FBI was quickly finding out that Dave Fagen, as Fuller was known online,had been a regular presence in teen chat rooms for at least two years. He alsohad been targeting three other girls about the same age as Kacie.
The first lived in Michigan. She met Fuller in the winter of 2000 in Yahoo'steen chat room. They had talked for several hours and the girl put Fuller,known then by the screen name daves_in, on her buddy list. He claimed to bea 17-year-old living in San Diego. The girl chatted with him every day. Shetold the FBI that Fuller was always a gentleman, sticking to innocent topicslike school, friends and family.
Fuller had asked for herphone number, saying, "I want to hear your voice," butthe girl said no. She also refused his offers to fly her to California. Thegirl corresponded with Fuller for nearly two years, primarily on a public-librarycomputer. Fuller never learned her real name.
Another of Dave's interests lived in Dallas. This girl met Fuller online inMarch 2001.
She had never given Fuller her address, she told detectives, but in March 2002,flowers from a Dave Fagen had arrived at her home. The girl's father was furious.And that was the end of her correspondence with Dave. In Pennsylvania, FBIagents discovered a third girl who knew Dave, but after making certain thatshe was safe, agents didn't press for details.
Investigators ran Fuller's DNA through a national databank, but that producedno matches linking him to other crimes. Authorities were surprised. Fuller'splanning had been so meticulous, they thought he must have struck before.
A KILLER'S PLOT REVEALED
Fuller, police learned, made his first trip to Arkansas on Oct. 11, 2002,nearly two months before he executed his plan. He flew into Little Rock NationalAirport, Adams Field, where he rented a car, drove to Conway and checked intoa Motel 6. No one is sure what Fuller did during this first trip to Arkansas,although police believe he spied on Kacie and the Woody home. The weekend hewas in town, Kacie was crowned seventh-grade queen at the annual Fall Festival'sNight of Coronation. On Oct. 12, a Saturday night, Kacie wore her first grown-updress, a long, shimmering black confection, and a self-conscious smile.
She had 52 days to live.
On Oct. 15, 2002, Fuller sent this e-mail to Alltel Communications: I am planningan extended trip to Arkansas and the ISP I am currently using doesn't havea local dial-up number there. Are you an actual ISP and if so, how do I getsoftware and set up an account to use your service?
Two days later, Kacie turned 13.
On Nov. 2, when he had his kids for visitation, Fuller bought a gun. He toldthem he needed it for target practice.
Kacie also had been shopping. She excitedly described her purchases in an e-mailto a school friend: I got a new sweat shirt today ... its really cute ... andit is YELLOW! Yellow is the best color in da world!
On Nov. 4, Fuller flew back to Little Rock, once again renting a car, drivingto Conway and renting a room at the Motel 6. Two days later, he showed up atthe Guardsmart Storage facility in Conway looking for the largest unit available.Fuller told one of the on-site managers that he traveled the country buyingcars and needed a place to temporarily store vehicles.
On Nov. 8, he extended his stay at the motel. Authorities later speculatedthat Fuller had planned to abduct Kacie during this trip, but something thwartedhim.
When he returned to California, Fuller went shopping again. He bought chain,duct tape and zip ties from his local Home Depot. He also obtained a bottleof chloroform from a chemical supply company. Soon he would pack his suppliesin his Buick Regal for a final trip to Arkansas.
In Kacie, Fuller had found the perfect victim.
She was gullible, freely giving him her real name, address, phone number andpictures of herself. Also stored on Fuller's computer was a poem Kacie hadsent him: It was about nine p.m.
When everything got so dim, In the road was a horse, How could things get anyworse?
We hit it hard and fast, And in it came through the shattered glass, Therewas blood everywhere, The moon shone a big glare, I wondered if she was alright,This was one horrid night, We all were rushed in the room, Where my daddy layfull of gloom, I was only seven, I heard the prayer that said she was in heaven,Oh that was such a horrid night, And as I stared at the sky with fright, Iwondered why she had to go away, Even though I knew now she'd be happy everyday,I hated horses from that day on, Because now my mommy was gone.
Such outpourings from Kacie were Fuller's inspiration. His fictitious aunt,who he said had been in a car wreck and was dying - like Kacie's mother - waskey to gaining Kacie's trust and sympathy.
Byrd, the state policeinvestigator, would later surmise: "On the nightKacie died, she was telling the Georgia kid the story [Dave] told her - howhe was going to see his dying aunt and how [the aunt] was going to go meetKacie's mother. As it played out, he was playing a mind game with her. He wastalking about her.
"Kacie was the onewho wasgoing to meet her mother."
A YEAR LATER
When Fuller's parents learned of their son's crime and death from reporters,they were skeptical.
"My son Dave would not be involved in anything like that," Ned Fuller declaredindignantly. "Don't bother me anymore."
But then the police came, and they had to believe. In the months that followed,Ned wanted to call Rick Woody, but the officers discouraged him.
"I just wanted to tell him how sorry I was and that I still - I can't understand- that Dave must have been out of his normal mind-set when this happened becausehe was never violent," he says now.
"I'm just sorry hiswas the daughter he got involved with. I'd have probably come charging outhere witha shotgun if it had been me."
The Santa Ana winds will sweep across Southern California in the coming days,carrying the stinging smoke of wildfires. It is late October, a week beforeHalloween, and in the dusty, palm-dotted San Jacinto Valley, Sally Fuller hasfound serenity.
Sally is tall, lean and lightly tanned, her patrician features emphasized bythe short, stylish cut of her salt-and-pepper hair. She lives in San Jacinto,just north of Hemet.
She now recognizes the red flags she missed: the late nights Dave wanderedthe neighborhood to talk on his cell phone; the tantrum when Sally proposedmoving the computer out of his bedroom; his insistence that the couple haveseparate Internet passwords and e-mail accounts; the framed photos of a smilingyoung girl in Dave's new apartment.
At the time of Kacie's murder, Sally and Dave's divorce was not yet final.
Sally heard what her husbandhad done from the reporters who called as the SWAT team surrounded the storageunit. "I was not as surprised as I couldhave been because of how I saw him deteriorate," she says. "I guessI had this feeling - he is going to crash. He is just going to crash. "Myfeeling is that this was the only time," she says, referring to Kacie'smurder. "Of course, he was gone for months at a time, so I really don'tknow." Sally has been cautious in what she has told her children. Dillon,now 12, knows that his father killed a girl and then himself. Stacie, 8, knowsonly about the suicide.
Dave's ashes are still in Sally's closet. Someday, when the kids are ready,she will take Dillon and Stacie to Mount Olympus to scatter their father'sremains.
Rick Woody, now 46, sits in his dimly lit, paneled living room, staring atthe row of photos that line his mantel.
There is his wife, Kristie, her striking features framed by a mass of dark,tumbling curls. And there is Kacie, who possessed the same soulful eyes andenigmatic, close-lipped smile.
"I've gone through all kinds of emotions," Rick says, his face unreadable. "I'vegone through the bitter stage, the questioning-God stage, where I've asked,`How can you take my wife and then turn around and take my little girl?'"
He recognizes the irony in this tragedy - that the man who became a cop tohelp others wasn't here when his own daughter needed him most.
Last spring, Rick agreedto allow federal and state authorities to share Kacie's story in a nationwideeffortcalled "Innocent Images" to train lawenforcement officers and educate parents - even though he isn't ready to hearthe story in its entirety.
"I can't let this be meaningless," he says. "I'vegot to make it do somebody some good."
In June, the FBI presentedRick with one of 100 commemorative patches bearing Kacie's name. The blue-and-goldpatch depicts a teddy bear sitting next toa computer. "Kacie Woody, 1989-2002" is printed on the computer screen.FBI agents and local law enforcement officers who are part of the InnocentImages task force will wear the patches.
Guilt and what-ifs haunt Rick. What if he had called in sick that night, likehe had been tempted to do? What if he had kept a closer eye on Kacie's computeractivities?
"It can't lead you anywhere but in a circle," he says. "You want toknow everything that's going on in your kid's life and you think you've gota good idea ...." His voice trails off. "You want to protect them...." Again, a pause before Rick concludes: "She didn't have anyfears."
OCT. 28, 2003
White tombstones glitter against the late-afternoon shadows on this gray,overcast day. Crickets chirp, and a breeze rustles trees on the cusp of autumnalglory.
Rick pulls up on his motorcycle, parking directly in front of Kacie's grave.He takes off his helmet, walks to the grave and kneels. Eleven days have passedsince what would have been Kacie's 14 th birthday. Tenderly, Rick scoops upthe cards and notes that Sam, Jessica and other friends have left.
In years past, Rick came here each Sept. 4, his wedding anniversary, to leavered roses for Kristie - one for each year they would have been married. Thisyear, he left 22.
But now there is a second grave in need of flowers, yellow ones, Kacie's favorite.Rick comes here three times a week, usually on his motorcycle. Kacie lovedto ride with Rick. So it seems fitting to thunder into this peaceful spot onhis bike.
Kacie was excited when Rick bought a motorcycle. During their first excursion,she leaned this way and that, glorying in this new sense of freedom. Rick finallypulled over and lectured her about holding on to him. He needed to know shewas still back there. But Kacie wasn't afraid of falling off. She was withher daddy.
Rick leans against his Kawasaki Vulcan and gazes at Kacie's gravestone. Heis clad entirely in leather. On his jacket, just over his heart, is the FBIpatch that bears Kacie's name.
Briefly, a burst of sunlight pierces the clouds, warming the shoulders, butnot the stone, on which a white ceramic angel slumbers. For much of her shortlife, Kacie wanted to be an angel, just like her mother. In second grade, fora school assignment, she listed two goals: to become a gold-medal gymnast,and then, someday, to go to heaven to see her mama.
Kacie now lies next to her mother. The epitaph on her gravestone is a singleline, an allusion to the heart-rending fulfillment of a second-grader's goal:I Am an Angel.
The declaration comes from a poem Kacie wrote in sixth grade:
I'm an Angel
I'm an angel,
Sent from above,
To spread the world,
With lots of Love ...
"It was like someone put that in her head," Rick says, still leaning againsthis bike, eyes focused on the past. "So I thought it just belonged there."
Rick glances once more at his daughter's grave.
And then he roars off, the seat behind him empty without the joyful girl whoonce rode there, the one who dreamed of angels.
Copyright 2003 Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. Reprinted with permission.