Carlton Smith begins this grisly tome by providing a brief overview of the ups-and-downs of New Bedford in Massachusetts which was once a thriving whaling port that fell from grace to be a drugs den by the late 1980s. The picture he paints of the 1988 New Bedford is not pretty. He says that the harpoon was swapped for the hypodermic needle. New Bedford was the place where, in the mid-1980’s, four men raped a woman by pinning her to a pool table in Big Dan’s tavern. The Accused with Jodie Foster was based on this. A father of one of the murdered women (Sandy Botelho) states that New Bedford “is one of those cities that hurts everybody. It’s a city of hurt.”
A skeleton of a woman (Debra Medeiros) is found in the woods and so begins the story of a serial killer, missing women, drug addicts, abusive men, prostitutes, political shenanigans, rape, snuff films, false arrests, petty crime, a botched investigation and destroyed lives. This is the story dubbed the ‘Highway Murders’ once bodies had been found dumped by the side of the road. The killer had an affinity for dropping victims off the side of major highways leading out of New Bedford notes Smith.
From the discovery of that first skeleton Smith takes us through, chronologically, when the women went missing or when other remains were found. In all, 9 bodies are found and two are still missing. He would go back to provide more historical information on the victims and possible last sightings or movements. We see the possible perpetrators and hear each of their stories.
There are so many characters of a dubious nature in this book, as you can well imagine. It really did feel like a little area of seediness, violation and crime. Many of them are in-and-out of prison for all manner of offences it was no wonder that they had a long suspects list. The victims were either prostitutes or drug addicts. Normally both and this was part of the issue it appears. As the sister of one of the dead) women ((Nancy Paiva) says “And they don’t care because these women weren’t Chamber of Commerce material. I’ve always contended that if Nancy or any one of them, if they had been little college coeds, we might have had a different reaction from the public.”
Like many true crime books of this nature it is highly detailed but never boring. It felt like I needed one of those boards that you see detectives with in the old movies with names and lines of connections criss-crossing in a jumble but all connecting to one name in the middle. If only this investigation was that simple. Smith shows the mess made by the District Attorney and how other departments fight to investigate in a thorough professional manner coupled with the slapdash way others go about it. The in-fighting does not help the investigation in the slightest. The DA, Ron Pina, reminded me of the mayor in Jaws where he has his own views and his mind is closed and will carry-on regardless while the killer is still out there. If ever there was a ‘lessons learned’ on how to identify, or in this case how not to identify a serial killer then this is it.
The author died in 2011 so he did not find out who did it. Makes you wonder if they will ever find out who did it. Now, with the technology I am sure the killer would have been caught quickly but 30 years ago the technology was not quite there plus the courts would not receive a lot of the evidence that used certain technologies at that time.
I see that the Standard-Times reporter Maureen Boyle released a book a year ago (Sep-2017) called Shallow Graves: The Hunt for the New Bedford Highway Serial Killer. That gets good reviews.