Let me preface by saying that this post is quite a bit different than the others, and comes with the proverbial “viewer discretion advised” warning.
While it doesn’t focus on a lost business or restaurant per se, it’s a tragic story still quite relevant to Laurel’s retail history. For me, at least—because the “Missing Person” flyers I saw at Zayre, the mall, restaurants, gas stations, drug stores, and nearly everywhere else in Laurel as a child thirty years ago this week have certainly stayed with me. And a large part of what has fascinated me about this incredibly disturbing case—which remains open to this day—is how very little has actually been written about it in the thirty years since.
Like most Laurel children in 1982, I first heard about the Stefanie Watson case in brief, sanitized tidbits from my parents. It was scary stuff, to be sure—even for adults. Rumors and speculation abounded in the days and weeks after 27-year-old Stefanie Watson mysteriously vanished on July 22, 1982.
The general “facts” as I knew them at the time were stark… and terribly grim: she had worked at the Greater Laurel Beltsville Hospital; her car was found near Laurel Centre mall several days later, saturated with blood; and even more chilling, her head was discovered over a month later in the woods at the end of Larchdale Road. That’s all I knew then, and that’s really all I’d known ever since, until I began to revisit the crime myself earlier this year.
I imagine the details of Stefanie’s name and face have faded from some memories over the past three decades, but I’m positive that anyone—like me—who lived in Laurel at the time of her murder has never truly forgotten.
I was too young to read the newspapers or listen to the news reports, but word spread fast throughout Laurel in the wake of Stefanie’s disappearance. School was out for the summer at the time of her apparent abduction, but with the grisly skeletal discovery on September 3rd, I can remember Deerfield Run Elementary being on high alert. Letters were sent home to parents, advising caution—particularly for those who walked to school. Her murder came on the heels of the high-profile abduction and decapitation of young Adam Walsh just one year earlier. Deerfield Run administrators had sent letters home to parents then, as well.
I didn’t know it at the time, but one of the last places Stefanie Watson had been seen alive on July 22nd was at the Town Center Shopping Center, just a short walk away from my school on Rt. 197 and Contee Road.
That summer, I saw the missing person flyer often. I can still envision it taped to the front entrance window of Zayre, where I frequently stood for hours, hawking the wares of the fabled Olympic Sales Club—from whom I hoped to win the equally fabled prizes or cash.
That was one of my first “jobs”, selling these Olympic greeting cards and gifts. After canvassing every building in Steward Manor, I ventured over to Zayre to catch people as they entered.
It was during the frequent lulls of approaching Zayre customers (i.e., unknowing prospective Olympic Sales Club customers) that I couldn’t help staring at the Stefanie Watson flyer; I’d read it again and again, trying to grasp what could have possibly happened to the pretty lady whose photo seemed to watch over me protectively as I timidly repeated my sales pitch to strangers—any of whom, I feared, could’ve been the person responsible for her disappearance. I walked to Zayre from Steward Manor nearly every day that August to make my sales, and Stefanie Watson’s smiling face was always the first and last thing I saw there.
I soon learned that my uncle, Art, had worked with Stefanie at the hospital and knew her casually. Between my youthful innocence and his probable shock over losing a colleague in such a traumatic way, Art didn’t really say much about the matter. Not that I could blame him. He simply remembered her as being very nice, really friendly, and well-liked; and he was working that Thursday night—part of the cleaning crew—when she failed to show up. “It was also supposed to be her last night at work,” he said. “She was getting ready to move to Texas.”
When Stefanie’s 1981 Chevette was discovered in the Middletown Apartments parking lot the Monday after her disappearance, my Steward Manor friends and I knew about it before our parents did. Some of the “big kids” had been at the mall and witnessed the flurry of police activity across 4th Street. Some ventured close enough to see the blood—and they eagerly told us what they’d seen. They were convinced, as would soon be the police, that Stefanie wasn’t going to be found alive.
The gruesome drama seemed to be unfolding in three acts over the course of that summer: Stefanie’s disappearance and the grisly discovery of her car were acts one and two, respectively. The third and final act came on September 3rd, when police recovered partial skeletal remains—which they delicately conceded was only the head of the victim. That shocking find was made in the wooded area at the dead end of Larchdale Road—a location that would once again haunt me some four years later during yet another childhood summer job. I was a paperboy briefly for The Washington Post, and my pickup point was outside James H. Harrison Elementary—on Larchdale Road—at midnight. Few experiences before or since have unnerved me as much as sitting there alone in the dead of night under that fluorescent din, hurriedly stuffing newspapers into plastic bags less than 100 yards from where Stefanie Watson—her head, at least—had been found. Yes, Stefanie Watson crossed my mind quite often that year.
But then the years began to pass. Decades passed, in fact. As far as I knew, nothing else had ever come of the Stefanie Watson case. No one was ever charged with her murder; and worse, the rest of her body was never recovered. At some point during my research for Lost Laurel, the spectre of Stefanie Watson’s murder once again creeped into my mind.
Still curious after all this time, I began to search online for anything related to her case—news articles, updates, blog postings—anything. I was surprised to find only one single website that even mentioned Stefanie Watson—and despite best intentions, it had misspelled her name and stated the facts incorrectly.
A footnote buried deep within an online memorial page for Maryland homicide victims. Sadly, that was all that seemed to be left of Stefanie Watson. I found it hard to fathom that such a shocking crime could go so long without at least some kind of press coverage, especially when you stop to consider the almost Hollywood-like circumstances of her murder. On paper, the case reads like a James Ellroy novel: a beautiful, young blond woman fails to show up for her last night at work before leaving town… After going missing for nearly a week, her bloodstained car is found; and several weeks later, only a partial skull is recovered. There are no apparent suspects, no arrests, and the crime quickly falls into the cold case files. To put it even more bluntly, a woman is decapitated—in a peaceful, middle-class DC/Baltimore suburb, and this crime goes virtually unmentioned all this time? Are you kidding me? This should’ve been on CNN and on magazine covers across the country. Books should’ve been written about this.
Knowing that the 30th anniversary of Stefanie’s murder was approaching, I finally started looking into it in earnest myself.
I began by speaking to friends and acquaintances who remembered the events of 1982 at least as well as I do. Online, I was only able to find brief articles in the Washington Post and Baltimore Sun‘s archives, but a treasure trove came via the Laurel Leader on microfilm. There, on the analog monochrome screen at the Laurel Library, was the full weekly saga from July to September 1982. I was about to discover the Stefanie Watson case all over again—reading the details as they emerged that harrowing summer thirty years ago.
1. Who Was Stefanie Watson?
Before we get too far into this, let’s start by shedding some light on just who Stefanie was. Clearly more than just a face on a missing persons flyer, she was someone’s daughter, sister, friend, and colleague. She had also briefly been someone’s wife. By all accounts, she was a kind and gentle young woman. Her uncle, Wilhelm Mabius, remembered her as being “reserved, yet lighthearted and happy-go-lucky.”
She was born Stefanie Wilbert in Harrisburg, PA in 1955, and was 27 years old at the time of her disappearance. A graduate of Central Dauphin East High School in Harrisburg, Stefanie had also attended Harrisburg Community College. She came to the Washington, DC area to attend Columbia Union College (now Washington Adventist University) in Takoma Park in September 1981, and settled in Laurel after her brief marriage to W. Wayne Watson ended in separation. (Mr. Watson was quickly and definitively ruled out as a suspect).
Stefanie held a number of jobs, working as a clerical typist and in a dentist office prior to becoming a night admitting clerk in the busy emergency room at Greater Laurel Beltsville Hospital—a job that she rightly considered much more than simply filling out insurance forms. Colleagues recalled that she never failed to console families of the sick and injured, bringing them coffee and allowing them the chance to talk about their anxiety and grief. One staff doctor noted the countless cases of “gratuitous and senseless violence” that the emergency room saw on any given night shift; and that Stefanie Watson was always “caring and concerned for all the people she met… ingenuous and never cynical,” even when patients or their families seemed undeserving of her patience and thoughtfulness.
In Laurel—the town experiencing a renaissance of sorts in 1981, with the recent opening of Laurel Centre Mall, the newly-restored Main Street, and the advent of the annual Main Street Festival—Stefanie found a place to heal the wounds of her broken relationship. She lived alone with a large dog at 304 8th Street, Apt. 1.—a short drive from her job at the hospital.
While Stefanie had worked there for nearly a year when she went missing, few of her hospital coworkers had gotten to know her particularly well. Still, it was these colleagues who created the missing person flyers, and with the cooperation and approval of Laurel Police, distributed them to practically every local business in sight. As they did so, a surprising number of people actually recognized Stefanie’s photo from her job at the hospital, and immediately recalled her kindness at times of their own personal crises.
Stefanie’s coworkers had given her a going-away party at the hospital on Wednesday, July 21st—the night before her disappearance. She had made the difficult decision to move to Fort Worth, Texas, where she was to begin working at the Medical Plaza Hospital on August 3rd. Stefanie’s relatives said that her decision to leave Maryland was made because she wanted to be closer to her brother and sister’s families, both of whom lived in Texas. She was also looking forward to getting to know her five young nieces and nephews, the youngest having been just six months old at the time.
Stefanie was planning to leave for Texas on Monday, July 26th. Instead, that would turn out to be the day that her blood-stained car would be found on Fourth Street.
2. Last Sightings
According to police reports, Stefanie was seen multiple times on Thursday, July 22nd—more than the Washington Post‘s report of her having last been spotted alive at the hospital that afternoon, when she picked up her paycheck.
In fact, the Laurel Leader later reported two additional key sightings as confirmed by police: one by a hospital coworker who saw Stefanie at a bank at Town Center Shopping Center on Route 197 and Contee Road that afternoon (perhaps depositing the paycheck she’d picked up earlier at either the Citizens National Bank or John Hanson Savings and Loan that were in the shopping center at that time); and the other, more crucial sighting—detectives established that she was actually last seen at 9:00 PM, leaving her apartment.
Whatever happened to Stefanie occurred that night, after 9:00 and before she was due to report to her final night shift at the hospital.
After six long weeks of speculation and angst, the worst fears of Stefanie Watson’s relatives, friends, and all of Laurel were confirmed. On Friday, September 3rd, police discovered “partial skeletal remains” in the wooded area at the dead end of Larchdale Road.
Initial reports stated only that it was a citizen who made the grisly discovery, and on Tuesday, September 7th, the Maryland Medical Examiner’s office confirmed that the remains were indeed those of Stefanie Watson. Positive identification was made with dental records, according to then Laurel Police Lt. Archie Cook, who had headed the investigation to that point. He tactfully declined to elaborate on the physical condition of the remains, only to say that various television reports—likely about the partial skeletal remains being only the head—were unconfirmed.
The discovery on Larchdale Road marked a transitional phase for the investigation, as Prince George’s County Police essentially took over the case. The crime scene was determined to be in an area of Laurel under county police jurisdiction. Sgt. Sherman Baxa of the Prince George’s County Homicide Unit credited Laurel Police for “Collect(ing) a tremendous amount of data”, and for cooperating with the P.G. County detectives as they assumed the reins of the investigation.
Sgt. Baxa later released some compelling information about the citizen who’d found the partial remains. He’d witnessed a man actually throwing them into the woods.
Baxa stated that the wooded area at the end of Larchdale Road had been used as a “dumping ground” for debris for some time, but the witness who found the remains had “observed an individual throwing something in the woods.” He said that the witness became curious, later walked over to the wooded area, and subsequently made the startling discovery. The witness was never publicly identified for obvious safety reasons, but it’s presumed that he was a resident of the nearby Larchdale Woods apartments (now known as “Parke Laurel”). Whether he happened to be walking by, in his car, or looking out a window wasn’t released; and while he couldn’t positively identify “the individual” he’d seen dumping “debris” in the wooded area, he’d provided police with even more critical information: he’d seen the car the suspect emerged from… and he’d seen a second man inside.
4. Meanwhile, thirty years later…
Let’s cut back to the present day, since it was only this year that I learned details I hadn’t previously known. As a child, I wasn’t even aware that a witness had seen the car, or that police had released a composite sketch of the man wanted for questioning—a man who never did turn up.
But going back to my initial curiosity, and first asking old friends about what they recalled from the case, it was something that one of the “big kids” (a term we still use for those in the neighborhood who were a few years older than my little clique) said that I found particularly compelling. Mark Nelson, who lived upstairs in my building at Steward Manor in the 1980s, recently told me, “I’d heard somebody say that the guy who killed Stefanie Watson was the same guy who killed Adam Walsh.”
The notion that the same man who’d murdered little Adam Walsh the previous year—all the way down in Hollywood, Florida—sounded like a long shot at best… Until I started looking more closely at just who that man actually was. And when comparing these new bits of information to those old Laurel Leader articles, I actually got chills.
On July 27, 1981—almost exactly one year before Stefanie Watson’s murder—6-year-old Adam Walsh was with his mother at the Sears store in their local Hollywood Mall. Like any young boy in 1981, Adam was fascinated by an Atari video game display being played by a small group of older kids. Reve Walsh innocently left her son to briefly watch the gamers play while she inquired about a lamp just a few aisles away. In the seven minutes she was gone, a Sears security guard responded to bickering amongst the kids by making them all exit the store—including little Adam, who instinctively followed the guard’s orders (and the other children) and exited the nearest door. In that precise moment, Ottis Toole was in the parking lot, just looking for someone like Adam. And unfortunately, he found him.
Adam was allegedly lured into the stranger’s borrowed Cadillac with promises of toys and candy. Toole, a deviant drifter already convicted of a slew of bizarre and brutal crimes, confessed to abducting the boy with the intent of simply “keeping him” as his own. But when Adam began to cry and panic while driving north along Interstate 95, Toole punched the boy into unconsciousness. Changing plans, he drove the car onto a deserted service road, where he claimed to have strangled Adam to death before decapitating him with a machete he kept under the front seat. On August 10, 1981, a pair of fishermen discovered Adam’s head in a Vero Beach, Florida canal. The rest of his remains have never been recovered, leading credence to Toole’s claim that he incinerated the boy’s body in an old refrigerator.
Despite Toole’s initial confession as early as 1983, Hollywood police bungled the investigation—inexplicably losing Toole’s impounded car… and the machete. It wasn’t until nearly 25 years later, after an independent investigation by Det. Sgt. Joe Matthews at the behest of John and Reve Walsh, that police finally, officially closed the case—naming Ottis Toole as the murderer. While researching evidence files, Matthews had discovered rolls of film—photos taken by crime scene investigators and evidence technicians—that had never even been developed. These photos, when processed, turned out to include chilling, detailed images of the missing Cadillac. One set of photos was particularly damning, as it documented a large presence of blood on the floorboard of the driver’s seat and the carpet behind it—where Toole claimed to have callously tossed Adam’s head before discarding it in the canal. “Traced in the blue glow of Luminol was the outline of a familiar young boy’s face, a negative pressed into floorboard carpeting, eye sockets blackened blank cavities, mouth twisted in an oval of pain,” an excerpt from Matthews’ book reads. After an exhaustive review of the “new” evidence, Hollywood Police formally charged Ottis Toole with the crime in December 2008, and apologized to the Walsh family for the long, painful journey they had endured to that point.
But there’s much more to the Ottis Toole story than just the murder of Adam Walsh. Especially when it comes to his relationship with the even more notorious serial killer, Henry Lee Lucas.
Henry Lee Lucas first met Ottis Toole in line at a soup kitchen in Jacksonville, Florida in 1976. But before joining up with his frequent traveling partner, lover, and confidant, Lucas—a diagnosed psychopath—had already killed before. His first murder, in 1960, was that of his own mother.
Lucas was released from prison in 1970 due to overcrowding, but by 1971 he landed in a Michigan penitentiary for the attempted kidnapping of a teenaged girl and for violating his parole by carrying a gun. From there, he was released in August 1975, and took a bus to Perryville, Maryland, where he had a half-sister named Almeda Kiser. He spent the next few years as a hopeless drifter, occasionally working odd construction and mechanical jobs, but unable to work steadily. In 1975, he briefly settled in Port Deposit, Maryland—marrying a woman named Betty Crawford. But within two years, Betty accused Lucas of molesting her two daughters, and he left for Florida—setting the stage for what many believe to be one of the longest serial killing sprees in the annals of American crime.
Beginning in 1978, Lucas and Toole embarked on a series of cross-country murder sprees. Lucas would later claim that during this period he had killed hundreds of people, with Toole assisting him in “108 murders,” by his estimation. Lucas stated that his preferred victims were young white females; Toole preferred men. Their methods of operation included everything from stabbing, shooting, strangulation, and beating to mutilations—with Lucas having been known to decapitate victims and carry body parts with him across state lines on different occasions.
Lucas and Toole went their separate ways on multiple occasions—most notably when the bisexual Henry would “run off” with Toole’s own teenaged niece, Becky Powell—whose murder he would eventually be charged with as well. It was during one of these rare solo periods in 1981 when Ottis Toole murdered young Adam Walsh. Lucas, coincidentally was imprisoned in Pikesville, Maryland between July and October 1981; and as soon as he was released on October 7th, he traveled to Jacksonville, Florida to reteam with Ottis Toole.
When traveling together, Henry and Ottis were virtually untraceable, making erratic treks from coast to coast. Lucas, on record, later confirmed to Texas prosecutors that in September 1982 alone, the pair had been through Missouri, Indiana, Illinois, Oklahoma… and Maryland.
Criminal profilers in various states found themselves stumped at the lack of motive and pattern in some particularly brutal crimes, as was certainly the case with the Stefanie Watson murder. Serial killers, it was commonly believed, usually work alone. The utter randomness of these crimes was virtually unprecedented, especially when they occurred in small communities.
Lucas was arrested in Texas on June 11, 1983, initially for unlawful firearm possession. He was later charged with killing 82-year-old Kate Rich, with whom he briefly stayed as a boarder, as well as the earlier stabbing death of Ottis Toole’s niece, Becky Powell. While in custody, Henry Lee began to confess to numerous other murders, as well—frequently detailing victims and crime scenes that only the killer(s) would have known. Unfortunately, he also confessed to scores of murders that he couldn’t have committed. Enjoying the extra attention warranted someone who boasts of having killed hundreds—even thousands—of people, Lucas seemingly began copping to any and all unsolved cases presented to him. He would then recant confessions just as frequently, further baffling prosecutors.
In November 1983, the “Lucas Task Force” was created in Williamson County, Texas, for the purpose of coordinating with police agencies across the country. So vast and wide were Henry’s claims, that Texas authorities gave out-of-state detectives the opportunity to interview Lucas for their own cases. One of those agencies, I’ve learned, was Prince George’s County Homicide.
Meanwhile, Ottis Toole was finally behind bars himself. Initially arrested for arson, (Toole was also an admitted pyromanic—or “powerful maniac”, as he believed was the correct term) it was a jailhouse tip from Henry Lee Lucas that shined a more sinister light on his onetime partner. In April 1984, Toole was convicted and sentenced to death in Jacksonville for the murder of 64-year-old George Sonnenberg—whom Toole had barricaded into his own home before setting the house on fire—a crime he’d committed back in January 1982. He was also found guilty of the February 1983 strangulation murder of 19-year-old Silvia Rogers, a Tallahassee, Florida resident, and received a second death sentence. On appeal, however, both sentences were commuted to life in prison.
Back in Texas, the Lucas Task Force investigation was well under way throughout 1984, when it began to receive criticism for becoming “a veritable clearinghouse of unsolved murder.” In fact, Police officially “cleared” 213 previously unsolved murders via Lucas’ confessions. Speaking out of the proverbial other side of his mouth, however, Lucas claimed that he confessed only because doing so improved his prison living conditions—and because he received preferential treatment rarely offered to convicts. It was at this time that Vic Feazell, an ambitious young District Attorney in Waco, Texas, launched a large scale investigation into the veracity of Lucas’ confessions. The result was the “Lucas Report”, an extensive timeline documenting the confirmed travel movements of Henry Lee Lucas (and Ottis Toole) that conclusively disproved many of Lucas’ confessions. In a typical instance, the report showed Lucas cashing checks in Florida while at the same time confessing to a murder in Texas.
But ironically, it’s Feazell’s timeline that may actually implicate Henry Lee Lucas and Ottis Toole in one of the few murders that they didn’t confess to—the Stefanie Watson murder.
Take a closer look at that first page—the timeline of travel movements. Did you notice anything else particularly interesting in regard to Stefanie Watson? Remember the vehicle the witness reported having seen on Larchdale Road that night? It was described as “a 1975 to 1978 Ford LTD, medium to dark green body with a green vinyl roof.” According to multiple entries in Vic Feazell’s notes, Lucas purchased a 1973 Ford LTD on January 9, 1982:
One note mentions it having been a brown car. Whether it was or not, it’s fairly easy to imagine a brown 1973 Ford LTD being mistaken for green in the darkness on Larchdale Road.
And the 1973 model did offer the darker vinyl top, a distinctive feature that the witness pointed out. What do you think? Could a 1973 Ford LTD be mistaken for a 1975-78 model?
With all these things considered, let me go ahead and spell this out completely. What are the odds that the two men seen driving the Ford LTD that night were NOT Henry Lee Lucas and Ottis Toole?
Could it really just be some amazing coincidence, and that two other guys—one of whom eerily fits the description of the 6’1, 195 lb. Ottis Toole—just happened to be driving an equally similar Ford LTD, and tossed a severed head out into a wooded area? The unique and horrific profile of this murder matches that of Henry Lee Lucas and Ottis Toole, who were known to have been traveling together through Maryland at that time, in that vehicle. It can’t be a coincidence.
What initially sounded implausible at best now strikes me as the almost certain answer to the question that has haunted Laurelites for the past three decades: who killed Stefanie Watson?
Back in March, I contacted Laurel Police in hopes of finally learning the basics of this case, and separating the facts from the many rumors I’d heard as a child. Most importantly, I wanted to find out if in fact the case was still open—and hadn’t been quietly solved at some point over the last several years. I explained that I was writing a piece for Lost Laurel on the approaching 30th anniversary of the murder, in the context of the countless Laurel businesses—most now gone—that had spread the word about this horrific crime.
I had the pleasure of speaking to Chief of Police Richard McLaughlin, who confirmed that the case was indeed still open to the best of his knowledge; he also confirmed that Prince George’s County assumed control of the case when the partial remains were discovered.
I wasn’t surprised to learn from Chief McLaughlin that all of the original investigators have since retired, but I was surprised (and flattered) to find out that he was familiar with Lost Laurel! He was also kind enough to not only encourage me to follow up with Prince George’s County Homicide’s Cold Case Unit, he even told me what to say when I called. (I had explained that “investigative journalism” isn’t something I do regularly; and despite the seriousness of all this, I actually had to pinch myself to realize that I wasn’t in an episode of Law and Order or The First 48. Having the chance to talk to the Chief of Police of one’s hometown about said town’s most notorious unsolved crime can tend to make one geek out. But I digress.)
Over the next week, I spoke to Sgt. Rick Fulginiti and Det. David Morissette, both of Prince George’s County Homicide. As I did with Chief McLaughlin, I introduced the project and carefully pointed out that I was only nine years old at the time of the murder I was inquiring about, less I suddenly become a suspect myself. Sgt. Fulginiti confirmed that the case was indeed still open, and active. And when Det. Morissette began explaining just a few of the general points that their Cold Case Unit has been investigating, I immediately got the sense that I hadn’t uncovered anything that Prince George’s County detectives didn’t already know. (Go figure). In fact, the very first name Det. Morissette mentioned was that of Henry Lee Lucas.
He confirmed that in 1984, Prince George’s County had indeed sent a team of investigators to Texas to participate in the Lucas Task Force questioning. While their suspicions have always lied with Lucas, they simply weren’t able to conclusively connect him to the crime. Apparently, their visit occurred during a rare moment when Lucas wasn’t in a confessing mood.
Nonetheless, Det. Morissette had some interesting new news to report, and it could be big: his office has “several new items for DNA testing,” and “has been in recent contact” with Stefanie’s family.
Wanting to make sure I wouldn’t only be spreading more rumors and misinformation about this tragedy, I essentially sought an off-the-record endorsement for the conclusion that I’d surprisingly come to on my own. Det. Morissette simply encouraged me to write this piece exactly as I’d planned, adding that it could even jog some long-suppressed memories, or prompt someone to finally come forward with details that they just weren’t ready to share over the past three decades.
So what comes next? Nothing will bring Stefanie back, obviously; and is any of this relevant—particularly since Henry Lee Lucas and Ottis Toole won’t be here to face any charges that might be brought?
Ottis Toole died of liver failure on September 15, 1996. He was 49. Fortunately for society, he had been wasting away in a Florida prison since April 1983—a mere seven months after that witness on Larchdale Road spotted someone who looked awfully like him discarding something in the woods. He was buried in the Florida State Prison Cemetery when no one—relatives or otherwise—would claim his body.
Henry Lee Lucas, likewise, enjoyed only brief freedom after Stefanie Watson’s murder. Locked away in a Texas prison since June 1983, he died of heart failure at age 64 on March 12, 2001.
Stefanie’s complete remains have never been recovered. She has yet to receive a proper burial, or a permanent resting place. There was a memorial service for her, however, shortly after the identification was made. According to Pastor Arthur Mayer, almost 100 people filled the small Seventh Day Adventist Church in Laurel that September afternoon. And there would’ve been more. Originally scheduled for 7:00 PM, Stefanie’s family decided at the last moment to change the time to early afternoon, so her co-workers from the hospital night shift could attend. For many, including the press, news of the change in time came too late.
The hospital also honored Stefanie’s memory with a brief, but moving service attended by almost 60 members of the medical staff, plus friends and family. In a fitting tribute to the young woman who’d comforted so many worried patients there, the family room of the Greater Laurel Beltsville Hospital’s emergency room was officially dedicated to Stefanie Watson.
On September 11th, (a day that would have its own nefarious connection to Laurel 19 years later) the Washington Post ran an obituary column:
If police were to posthumously charge Henry Lee Lucas and Ottis Toole with this murder, perhaps it could bring some long-overdue measure of closure to Stefanie’s family, the way it did for John and Reve Walsh. It could also hopefully bring the memory of the real Stefanie Watson back to the public eye, reminding us that hers was a life worth remembering, rather than just the brutality with which it ended. Henry Lee Lucas and Ottis Toole, if indeed guilty, should finally be identified and held responsible for this horrific crime; and then they should be forgotten.
There are a number of people I need to thank for being able to share this story: Laurel Chief of Police Richard McLaughlin, for his time and encouragement; Sgt. Rick Fulginiti and Det. David Morissette of Prince George’s County Homicide, for also taking the time and making the effort to review and share a case that predates their own careers. Most importantly, the writers and editors of the Laurel Leader who originally documented this terrible event between July and September 1982—most notably Karen Yengich, Gill Chamblin, and photographer Doug Kapustin. I’m sure there were more, but unfortunately, not all stories were afforded a byline. Last but not least, the Laurel Library, for continuing to house the only known complete microfilm archive of the Laurel Leader, despite obvious space restrictions. A city’s history is literally recorded in its newspapers—please don’t ever let that archive disappear.
Interesting story. This obvious took a long time to research and write. Nice job. I’m interested to see if we’ll hear more from the Prince George’s County Police.
By the way, I earned a Kodak instamatic pocket camera from Olympic (I see it in the poster you included above), although I’m a little older than you, and I received my camera probably around 1977 or ’78.
Here it is.
That brought back some memories.
This was truly fascinating. I read true crime books all the time. You should be very proud of this piece. I would love for the Laurel Leader to print this.
Great piece of investigative reporting. I was led to it by an article stating the suspected killer of Stefanie has been identified through dna as John Ernest Walsh, who was out on parole for kidnapping and rape when Stefanie died. It’s a shame Stefanie’s mom, dad and brother died before her killer was found. I hope this vile man spends the rest of his life in misery. RIP Stefanie.
Thank you for writing this story. Something in the last few months spurred me to search about the murder or murders of my youth that reached urban legend status. I was in elementary school when I learned about a grizzly crime probably based on this one and I never walked a street alone without details of those legends crossing my mind. I, too, found little in my initial lazy couch search with details plucked largely from the exaggerated recountings of the “big kids”.
I remember this vividly. My brother and sister-in- law lived in the Middletowne Apartments where her car was found. I also remember when Stefanie’s head was found and how horrible that was. Having grown up in Laurel, it was hard to believe that such a horrible crime could happen here. I had just been separated from my husband, was living alone in an apartment in Laurel, and was blonde and just a year older than Stefanie. It was a long time before I stopped looking over my shoulder at night when I would get out of my car. Solving this crime would bring closure to this family. I hope it is solved. Thank you for doing the research. You have done a wonderful job.
I remember this story quite well. It made a huge impact on me and my friends, we used to hang out at the mall. We were never out alone after Stefanie disappeared and her car was found. Very tragic.
Another girl was murdered from Laurel a couple of years later, Linda Thies. I think her murder was solved, though.
Wow…..I had forgotten this tragic story, but it hits close to home since I lived in Larchdale Woods for years and had just moved to Town Centre Apt’s when this happened….tragic story.
I was living in Larchdale Woods at that time. I had two small children. My husband was a police officer for the United States Park Police.and many weeks he worked the night shift. I was very scared at this time. I was aware that they had found part of Stephaines remains in the dumster not far from my apartment. I was afraid to let the children out to play.
Eventually everything returned to normal. And until today I thought that her death went unsolved.
I will never forget what happened.
I was living in Larchdale Woods as the time. I was a 12 year old girl playing football with boys when that Green LTD Ford sped by towards our pool and threw out 2 bags wone actually being the skull of Stephanie. He also left other body parts in the pond, dumpster and woods. I have always thought of her and wondered what ever happened to the case since we moved to Bowie shorty after. Pat Simonello lived on the bottom floor of our apartment and we lived on the top floor. The apartment was on the corner of Larchdale Road with the pool behind it. Thanks for posting
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Great story. I lived right near the hospital. Graduated in 1981.
I remember this story very well. My grand mother Charlotte Evans worked at the hospital with Stephany and i can remember how scared and upset she was when this happened. Truly sad thing to happen to such a beautiful person in a small town like laurel , Hard to believe . Anyway thanks for sharing the information.
Wow… this read better than any L&O episode. Thanks and great work on your investigation!
I agree this should be published in the Laurel Leader. Very good research. Such a tragic story of a pretty girl whose life was cut tragically short.
Nice work. More info here than ever came out before. I looked over the years and only found that one link.
If you want a little more on this story email me. Might just be a strange coincidence.
Thanks, Paul—please do shoot me an email (firstname.lastname@example.org) with any additional info you have.
Sterani was my second cousin, and my father’s first cousin. Your story was incredible, and it helps the family to bring closure to this tragic event. Thank you for your hard work. I would be interested in hearing any additional information you may have. Thank you
Thanks so much, Corina. I’ll be posting an update soon, and would love to include any photos of Stefanie that your family may be willing to share. Please email me (email@example.com) if you can. Many thanks again, and best wishes to you and your family.
Stephany was working at the hosp when I brought my son Ronny there with a cut on his head from running into a door he was only 4yrs..and we lived in laurchdale woods apts..we saw the said car and we lived near the pool my daughter saw someone through plastic bags in the woods that is where they found her head..It was terrible…she was a very nice and beautiful young lady.
I lived in the Middletown apartments at the time of the murder, and I remember seeing an unfamiliar car parked near mine for a few days. That turned out to be the victim’s car. I have always wondered about what had happened with the case and finally did an Internet search and found your excellent article. Thank you so much for posting your research.
I remember when the remains were found the suspects sketch & the vehicle description were in the newspaper. It also said someone walking on the street on the otherside of where Larchdale dead ended – I cant remember the street name but there were single family homes there, was the witness. Thanks for posting, I’ve also never forgotten.
No, No, No, Lucas and Toole were not the murderer’s of Stephanie Watson, I saw the man the night he dumped the head, I saw some of him in the tunnels near larchdale woods and I saw him on Claxton Drive, I know what he looks like, I know what kind of car he was driving and it was not the one shown, It was a 1978 Blue Chevy Chevelle with white racing stripes. I will never forget this, I will never ever forget what that man looked like. If it wasn’t for my 120 pound German Shepherd I would be one of his victims. I tried to talk to the police about it, somewhat recently, but they did not belive me because of all the other “Circumstantial Evidence” they had (I am assuming). I will never ever forget what that man looked like. One thing I will agree with in this investigation is that the evening I saw him on Claxton Drive in the Chevelle, he did have someone else with him, but whoever it was did not look alive. There are details of about the case that I expereinced and will not discuss here, but there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that they have the wrong suspects.
Throughout the years I have been googling Stephanie’s name and this is the most information I have ever found on her, it is somewhat comforting and thank you for all your hard work on this and not forgetting. I have always held her close in my thoughts, I will always revisit that time until the day that I die and I will never forget what that man looked like. NEVER!
Mary, did you actually report what you saw at that time, or only recently? I have to think that the police would’ve given a report like that significant attention in 1982, especially if you reported it as if you’d been threatened by this man, rather than just observed him behaving strangely… There are a lot of compelling stories from that time—I’d love to hear more. Thanks!
No, at the time I was only 15 and troubled, which was the reason I was faced with this man. Also, as with you, everything was sugar coated and I really did not understand. Only as time progressed I began to put things together, not only was I dealing with a scary man, It was the man who did this to stefanie. I will email you personally and talk to you.
I just sent you something.
I enjoyed your article, I remeber when that happened. However I do not believe that Lucas and Toole did it. Pikeville, Md is the north side a Baltimore, a little far from laurel. Nothing ever put those two in Laurel. Plus how did they chose the spot to dump Stephanies head? I do not believe they drove around laurel for almost 2 months looking for a place. If they did, the would be some sort of evidence about it. No, I believe it had to be someone local. Someone who new the area. I think its also interesting that the dump site was so close to the last place she was seen alive. (towne center Plaza)
Thanks, Tom. Unless conclusive DNA evidence comes forward, I doubt there’s any way we’ll ever know for sure. But it’s also impossible to rationalize the behavior of sociopaths/psychopaths—especially those with no ties to any particular location, and a willingness to drive great distances aimlessly as Lucas and Toole so often did.
It sounds like towne center is the key. Why was she there? Your article say she was at the bank. But why that bank? It was no where near her house and her work. In fact, she probably had to drive past four banks to get to the bank at Town Center. The other thing that I find interesting, is the fact that who ever killed her, was cautious or very lucky in getting rid of her car without being noticed, and the doing somthing with the body because it has never been found. So because of that and then being wreckless to dumb the head with witnesses around. It sounds like who ever did it was panicking and just dumbed the head. Almost, like he (they) almost got caught and just wanted to get rid of the evidence after being cautious about the body and car. And again it was near Town Center. Just somthing to make you say hmmmm. It sounds to me that someone she new was mad that she was leaving and in a rage killed her. I wonder if you looked up how many vehicle discriptions match the car that through the head out the window, how many of them have had a domestic violence problem since 1982. That is what I think.
we lived in larchdale woods apts and my daughter who is now in her fortys..saw the car and saw a bag thrown from car which had the head in it. to woods behind the pool area..and the car was a green for ltd about 1977 just sharing
It wasn’t a rage killing, definately a psychopath.
i lived on sandy spring rd in laurel at that time i was very young but i remember watching the news and hearing my siblings and others discuss this i could never place a name to the event i kept remembering until today it was so close to the adam walsh kidnapping that i got them confused until i read this then everything started coming back to me my father daniel ward was killed in august of 1981 at his apartment on parkhill road or drive i am not sure. i have not been able to find any information about. i know they had arrested 2 suspects but other than that i am not sure. this was great info. thanks …melissa
This is a link about a case that happened around the same time and nearby that always haunted me.
Hello, I am Stephanie Watson’s Niece. I was three months old when she disappeared. I would love to know more about her. I have some of her jewelry and often imagine her being my cool aunt who I could talk to about anything. This whole thing really shook my family to its core. Her parents, my grandparents died broken hearted and it is still haunting us all.
Thanks so much for your note. I’m planning to post an important update to this story very soon, and wondered if your family might have any photos of Stefanie that you’d be willing to share; I’d love to be able to paint an even clearer portrait of who she was in life—far more than just a victim in a grainy photo on a missing persons flyer, which sadly was the only lasting image so many of us had.
Please feel free to email me (firstname.lastname@example.org) with anything you’d like to share. Many thanks in advance, and best wishes to you and your family.
I would absolutely love to know more about who Stefanie was as well.
There needs to be closure for the family and I am hoping that this somehow brings some level of peace to them. Richard, thank you for taking the time to comb through and look at this with fresh eyes.
I too am surprised no one has ever written a book on this case. I’ve lived in Laurel my entire life and remember this very well. The Toole/Lucas theory is interesting and definately seems plausible. Were there any details in their confessions as to how they “got” their victims? Your research provides details I had not heard before. I hope that all of the kind words from her co-workers and friends and the fact that so many people still remember her brings some peace to her family. Thank you for your research and hard work.
Hi I’m Deb Stefanie was my cousin I still can’t understand how someone could do something like this to her
An arrest was made this week.
Yes, if you’re in the DC/Baltimore area, the story should be all over the news tonight. Prince George’s County cold case detectives have indeed charged someone with the crime, after a conclusive DNA match… and just wait—the story only gets stranger. I’ll have an update as well. Many, many thanks to Sgt. Rick Fulginiti and his team for seeing this case through!
This article is very well written. When I saw the picture of the apartment building that Stefanie lived in, I got chills up and down my spine. My cousin lived there, and I visited her often. I lived in Laurel from 1965 – 1979, so I wasn’t there when this crime happened, but I think I remember one of my old school friends telling me about it. My thoughts and prayers go out to family and friends of Stefanie.
Thanks, Sandi. Believe me, when I visited the apartment building, I got chills myself. It doesn’t appear to have changed much at all since the time Stefanie lived there.
Being one of Stefanie’s co-workers and friends, I am so grateful to the PG county cold case for not giving up on her. I am so glad that got the bastard !!!
I am the one who put the poster together. I remember the print shop in Laurel printed it up for free. There were so many coworkers and friends that looked for her between July and September, she was loved.
You did a lot of research and deserve to know the killer was identified thanks to advanced DNA analysis.
Thanks, Memi. Yes, I actually got the news from Stefanie’s family and Sgt. Fulginiti over the weekend, and am just thrilled that this mystery has finally been solved—and that John Ernest Walsh’s miserable existence is about to become even more so.
I’m part of Stephanie’s family. I found your article when I was looking of public confirmation of what we told over the weekend. Thanks again for taking the time to try and put the person behind the poster.
Thanks again, so much. It’s been a rewarding experience, learning more about who Stefanie was as a person. I’m hoping her sister and cousins will be able to share some photos, anecdotes, and other details with me, as I’d love to tell more of her story in my follow up post. Your family’s support has been incredible—thank you all!
First, I am so thankful the family has received a bit of closure and that a cold case has been solved. But, can a motive still be investigated? Was this poor woman stalked for a while or was this just random?
I lived in Larchdale Woods Apts. from 1979 until May of 1982, then moved to Florida. Friends had phoned me and wrote letters telling me of this terrible news. Two of my friends even moved from Laurel to Montgomery County because of fear. My brother-in-law owned the Shell station at the end of Contee Road and had recognized Stefanie as one of his occasional customers.
This is a sick man! Is this the only murder he had committed? Do you know if there will be more information to follow?
Richard, I am glad I found this link, what a great read!
Thanks, Stephanie. So far, everything seems to point to this having been a completely random crime. Stefanie had no connection to him whatsoever, and it’s likely that she simply caught his eye—a case of just being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He’ll have to appear in court for this, finally, and there’s always the slim chance that he’ll confess and reveal exactly what happened that night. Not that we need to know all the details, but the best case scenario, I think, would be if he could at least reveal where Stefanie’s remains are, so her family can finally bring her home.
And yes, now that he’s got a bright spotlight on him, I’m sure his DNA is being cross-referenced to a number of other unsolved crimes. Time will tell—it always does.
Richard,first i want to say great job on the research and story , the sad part is it seems like you were the only one to to write anything about Stefanie’ case in ” 30 years since it happened “..so i commend you on your extensive heartfelt effort. This was a situation that could of been easily avoided had the Maryland legal system followed through on John Earnest Walsh life prison sentence stemming from 1970.. this animal was serving a “LIFE SENTENCE ” for rape and kidnapping etc ..then we have a incompetent parole board ” set him free” in 1980 only after serving 10 years ..He murders Stefanie in1982 and who knows how many others..31 years later the police solve the case ?? seriously,lets take a deep breath ,step back and think about this for a minute…did maryland authorities ever look into John Earnest Walsh at the time of the initial investigation and or there after ?? due to fact he was a violent criminal “set free” in the state of Maryland just prior to Stefanie’s murder..now common sense would raise the red flag,ring a bell and tell me any violent sexual predator criminals that would of been released should be looked into..hence the word ” common sense”…dna matching is a great thing however it was not discovered yesterday.. dna has been around now for over 20 years.so …example ” oj simpson case”… and before that it was blood type matching etc etc..although John Earnest Walsh slipped through the cracks of being investigated or not, the bottom line is he is a violent criminal who was locked up in the palms of the prison system hands and set free when he was to serve a life in prison punishment…as stated above on your story , Henry Lucas, killed his own mother in 1959 only served 10 years, once again another violent criminal set free who set out and killed again… Just as Stefanie’s case.. our society is losing Innocent people tearing family’s apart at the core due to negligence moronic mindset of our legal system ..who else is to be held responsible for Stefanie’s murder ? answer = The parole board of clueless negligent minds who ” set this savage animal free ” ..
“Walkentall”, your post is excellent…thank you. I absolutely concur.
[…] generate interest and possibly even rejuvenate the investigation into her murder. In the process, I developed what I thought to be a compelling theory—albeit an unlikely one. I became convinced that Stefanie’s killer(s) were the notorious […]
This article is incredible and very gripping. Richard, superb job in your quest to uncover the truth about Stefanie’s killer and publicly documenting it. I applaud you for having the courage to come forward and speak to the Police regarding your findings. I moved to Laurel in 1982 and lived right down the road (Villages at Montpelier) from the John Hanson bank she wen to; I even banked there. So terrifying how everything unfolded that night. I feel so bad that such a beautiful, kind and caring person had to go through so much with nobody to help her. My heart goes out to her family. I hope and pray they find peace and want them to know that Stefanie will never be forgotten.
I had a close encounter with these two on my way home from college in Oklahoma sometime between the fall of ’80 and the spring of ’82. At the time, and for quite some time afterward, I didn’t realize who they were, but later learned their identities through a series of events. There is absolutely, positively no doubt in my mind that it was these two. I will never forget the droopy eye on Lucas. I don’t remember the exact time this occurred, but I remember the sweater I was wearing, so for that reason, I know it was cold out. I was in Nursing School at CSU in Edmond, OK and was headed home to Kingfisher on Danforth Road. My car stalled and as I was trying to start it, they came from out of nowhere in an old utility-type van and bumped me from behind and tried to push me. They then pulled up beside me and the driver (Lucas) tried to get me to get in with them, promising they would take me back to town (Edmond, OK). The passenger (Toole) just stared at the floor of the vehicle the entire time–I got a good look at his profile. I refused to get in with them, and the driver began to press harder, both cursing and claiming to be “good Christian men” in the same breath. I told them I would walk to a farm house and call my dad. The driver warned me that I would get “ate up by a farm dog”. I replied that I was pretty good with animals and would take my chances. Finally, they left. When I felt fairly sure they were really gone, I got out of my car and walked to the corner of Danforth and Highway 74 and knocked on the door of a home. Providentially, the man who answered the door was the son of a lady from my hometown, and he let me use his phone to call my dad. What kept them from getting out of their vehicle, breaking my window, and pulling me out of the car is still a mystery to me, and I can only attribute it to God’s protection, for which I am eternally grateful.
Mr. Friend, thank you so much for your well-written and thoroughly researched article on Stefanie Watson. There certainly was very little written on it over the past couple of decades. I would occasionally look it up online (once the internet became mainstream) and try to see if anyone who knew her or knew of this case knew anything. I was a coworker of Stefanie’s at the hospital and she was one of the nicest, most unaffected people I have ever worked with. I can’t remember anyone ever having anything but a smile on their face when they engaged with her…that’s why I was so surprised to hear what had happened. Honestly, at work, we just thought maybe she had left a day early, but then quickly thought that something was wrong – as this was not like her. I moved out of Laurel several years ago, but whenever I drive through that area, I still get chills. I do recall there was suspicion about her husband doing this, also the Toole/Lucas men, and then finally, some even speculated this was a hit -and a hit of mistaken identity. Stefanie worried about her safety being in this busy, populated area (as Dauphin, PA is a lot more sparsely populated.) Even with her beautiful husky, she was still worried about walking around Laurel and the surrounding areas. I really miss her and her sweet personality. When I saw the news about Walsh last year, I was relieved to see they had found who committed this heinous crime. I fault the prison system for re-releasing criminals like Lucas, Toole, and Walsh back into society, when they have not changed at all…in fact, they are probably worse. I don’t know what happened that night when Stefanie died, but can only imagine she was helping a motorist in distress or kindly giving directions to someone and ended up in a horrible situation. I wish this had never occurred, but hopefully this can be a lesson -as I used this to teach my children- if it doesn’t look, sound, or feel right, it’s OK to run. Thanks again for such a great post about Stefanie, when so many others had not given it the attention, or had the right facts, or even spelling of her name. May she rest in peace, and may her friends and family be consoled that this horrid monster is behind bars.
[…] years have already passed since I first wrote about her murder, marking the 30th anniversary of a Laurel cold case that had somehow received next to no press […]
I was on duty at the switchboard and can still remember being told that Stefanie hadn’t shown up for work. For some reason I felt it “meant” something. It simply wasn’t like her to neglect her duties like that. I went to Laurel High School with her room-mate; and she was very disturbed that she hadn’t heard from her. She would never have left for TX without her dog. What I don’t see mentioned in your article (VERY well done); is that she was a member of the Greater Laurel Beltsville Hospital softball team. They used to meet after games at a restaurant called ‘Mac’s Place’ no longer in business that used to be next door to Giant Food. What always bothered me was that there was a dark alley leading from GF to that parking lot behind the Mall where her car was located. I think it likely given her friendliness that HLL, or OT or whoever was her accoster; simply did no more than maybe ask her time, divereted her attention and knocked her out. And then dragged her to their car. Are you aware that her car sat there several days before anyone “noticed” that it was blood-soaked, and there were mud, twigs and debris in the front grill? I find it odd that Laurel Police didn’t mention that to you. I also was acquanted with the employee (Manager) who saw her that last night at the bank. If anyone from the softball team is still able to be located; perhaps they could be re-questioned to see if their memory could be jogged. I thought she was meeting them that night for a final dinner.
It was a tremendously difficult thing for those of us who were her friends and co-workers to accept. We made several forays into the surrounding Laurel woods, Laurel Lake area, schoolyards, cemeteries etc., looking for clues. I was in attendance at the memorial service that the hospital administrators gave. Her parents were there and even after 3 years on the Laurel Rescue Squad have never seen two more distraught people. Even now after all these years, I can barely type this without the tears and grief overwhelming me. Thank you for remembering that she was a victim and oftentimes justice is never meted out to those who deserve punishment.
Thanks so much, Donna. I do want to make sure you’ve seen the updates to the case, though—there’s finally been a warrant and indictment:
After all these years, Stefanie’s killer will finally be answering for the crime.
[…] I first wrote about the brutal 1982 murder of Stefanie Watson here in 2012, to mark the 30th anniversary of her death and to hypothesize a theory. I was a 9-year-old kid at the time of her disappearance; and while I’d never met her, the sheer horror of the crime—and the fact that virtually nothing had been written about it in the media in the three decades since—had always stuck with me. I decided to write something in the context of Lost Laurel to mark the occasion, never imagining that it would not only have a hand in reigniting the investigation, but that a DNA match would finally lead to her killer’s arrest after all these years. […]
I want to thank you for this. My daughter, who is the same age now as Stefanie was when she was murdered, emailed the link on “his” conviction. As soon as she was old enough to be told about it; I made sure she knew what kind of heinous people exist in the world. Because of my acquaintance with Stefanie, participation in the searches, and being on duty the night she never arrived at work; I have impressed on my daughter the need for awareness of her surroundings and her acquaintances at all times.
I was at work when I opened the article on his conviction. As I saw her picture, I fell apart- I broke down in sobs. Several coworkers listened as I explained, all the raw emotions of those months, reliving the news of the discovery of her skull, her bloodstained car, the memorial service at the hospital with her parents and disbelief that no one was ever charged with the crime lengthening into 30+ plus years finally hit me.
The innocence of the Laurel I lived and worked it was never the safe place I had believed it to be. All the visits during High School lunches to Laurel Mall, tricker or treating from one end of Old Laurel to the other, partying at friend’s houses and walking home in the middle of the night; walking to and from the Library, Main St., attending Laurel Elementary and Laurel High School; all illusion.
I have never forgotten that summer, the uncertainty, the constant discussion of where she was, what could possibly have happened to her. And then the horrible news came of the discovery of her skull. The end of my innocence began that summer from this senseless and degrading act on an innocent and ‘average’ girl. Anyone of us from the hospital or community could have become his victim- unfortunately in the decades since –more and more ‘average’ girls are victims of this type of savagery.
None of us in quiet ole Laurel had any idea that something so horrific, inexplicable and pointless would ever come knocking. Thank you for pursuing the story and for allowing those of us who were even minimally involved in trying to find answers an opportunity to vent, offer ideas and now a conclusion. Yes, Stefanie Watson Way; a testament to the tenacity of the Law enforcement who closed the case, her family who never gave up. Bless you, Richard. You really are a Friend.
I don’t know if you still check this, but my dad (Randy) was on that softball team and worked with Stefanie as well. He recalled his time in Laurel fondly and would tell many stories, and once mentioned that he had a friend who had been murdered. He was never one to really express his feelings but I know he was rattled by it. I saw the Paula Zahn documentary today and was stunned- I knew it had to be the same person, which prompted me to search for more information and find this blog. It was so nice to read the post about who Stefanie was as a person, to get some sense of her as my dad knew her. My dad passed in 2015 and never knew that her murderer had been brought to justice. I wish I could show him this blog and that documentary. I like to think they have been reunited. I hope her family and other friends find some peace in knowing that the monster that did this is being held accountable.
I do check it occasionally, as you can imagine it is a painful episode in my life; it quite literally ripped my innocence away, and cast a pall over outings, events and going to a new friends house. Forget dating and meeting new people.
I’m sorry your dad never knew of this scum bags conviction, hopefully he ‘knows’ now. Accountable yes, justice – I no longer believe in justice. For what he did to Stephanie? Not possible.
But, that was just the prelude to the next murder. She was the first of two women who I’ve known who were brutally murdered. I was working at the USDA and met a great gal. She was truly the most non-judgemental person I’ve ever known. Which did lead to her death. She gave everyone the benefit of the doubt, took everyone at face value.
The details are long, but she was shot in the face 5 times with the same gun she bought for ‘him’. Fortunately, due to the information she had given me about their upcoming plans, I was able to provide this to the Detective that interviewed me. Which directly led to his arrest, trial and conviction. Seems so pat doesn’t it? But, I feel that Liz had prescience enough to ‘know’ their relationship would end violently, and by telling me their life details, she made it so that I could pass them on to the law.
My husband and kid loved her as I did; she was not gorgeous or talented or athletic, but she was golden. Her mother was devastated as was Stephanie’s parents. I spent many months talking to her on the phone, trying to relieve and share our grief. I never knew how deeply anyone could grieve until I spoke with her mom. It was horrible. In a different way to Stephanie, just hideous. and because of these two girls, I mostly cut off new work relationships, didn’t go on committees, join clubs, I didn’ t want to get close to anyone, ever again. I felt like I was a jinx. I had a nervous breakdown 8 years later. I had had a premonition about it and of course how do you tell someone something like that??? I felt I could have prevented it. My psychiatrist adamantly states there was nothing I could have done. HER behavior was on a collision course with violence. I mean who buys a gun for an ex-con?
Well, I’m becoming morose, and I have to keep the detachment together that I’ve developed over these 30 years. So, it was nice to hear from you. Keep writing if you like, it’s best to get these feelings out, let them into the universe so you can heal. Take care.
[…] I decided to write a piece about the Stefanie Watson cold case back in 2012 to mark the 30th anniversary of this incredibly brutal, yet remarkably obscure crime, I […]
[…] cold case saga finally come to a close, when he joined her family at the killer’s sentencing. His 2012 Lost Laurel blog post about the crime’s 30th anniversary—the first piece written about the crime in three decades—helped prompt detectives to fasttrack […]
Just found this article while doing research on some Laurel Police Officers I worked with, one a friend, the other….not so much.
I remember this case very well, I was on the department then. The general consensus among the rank and file then was that this was solvable if then Detective Archie Cook would get off of his ego, work with other jurisdictions and listen to the troops. However, I just learned tonight that Archie has passed so in the interest of not speaking ill of the dead I will not sully his memory further.
I also read tonight that someone has been charged via DNA and has since plead guilty receiving some 33 years for this. About time. My condolences to Ms. Watson’s family. May she ret in peace.
I’ve just finished watching your YouTube piece about Stefani Watson.
As a former child – resident of Irving Street, up the hill and behind the old Zayres store, your article, while portraying the events of Ms. Watson’s life and death, also brought back memories long buried for me. I am 58. It is 2019. I lived in Laurel. I had many friends in and around Steward Manor apartments.
I want you to know how grateful I am for your attention to Stefani’s life I truly am. I love that you ended your presentation with a wholly positive look into Stefani’s short life.
While the bulk of the subject matter is negative by nature in order to tell her story, the manner you used to end the story was an exceptional tribute to Stefani’s short life.
I am sure her family will treasure your story throughout the generations to come.
Thank you for caring and for taking the time to tell Stefani’s story.
This is a very interesting account of things. I had never knew of this murder until late 2019, as it turns out My father “W. Watson” was the man married to Stefanie for a short period. He never told me the story, which he passed away in 2008.
Only recently did I found out about this, from my Mother, which the two had gotten together shortly after the separation of Stefanie and my father.