Casey

Heading For Boston With Tango Slobbering With His Head Out The Truck Window.

Casey Quillson, the third victim, is a fifty-four-year-old HFAC graduate who lived in the Abernathy Dormitory simultaneously with Shauna and Kim. The serial killer displayed a possible pattern with the first two victims. Both Shauna and Kim were beauties, and then there was Casey. The theory of a "good-looking girl" pattern was hit straight on by a 1967 Dodge Charger muscle car with all eight leaded, gas-guzzling cylinders firing on a smooth road.

One wonders whether Casey was hit by a car at some point in her life.

Casey's lack of looks gave her a distinct appearance. It juxtaposed a pleasant demeanor. 

The F.B.I. profiler felt out of the three victims, Casey fought back and was difficult to kill. The Profiler offered Casey was punched in anger, unlike the other two victims, and the profiler added the killer must have lost the control he exhibited with Shauna and Kim.  The profiler said ​the killer "went all savage on Casey."

Casey had a thick neck, and it must have been difficult to subdue her.

I'm starting to think in perfect alignment with the F.B.I. profiler, who believes this killer is a large, strong man skilled at choke holds, grappling, and controlling another human. I'm thinking of a person at a disciple level in Brazilian Jui Jitsu. The art requires a strong aerobic capacity and physical stamina. It smokes people who think they are in shape.

The killer danced Casey around on the kitchen floor like Kim Reynolds, and on second look, using fluorescence technology, it was determined all three of this killer's victims had to do some weird mix tape cha-cha with the killer after they were dead.

Dancing with Shauna and Kim required strength, and I can't imagine the killer dancing with Casey was smooth, like Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Gray.

Casey weighed four hundred thirty-two pounds. I would have had to keep baby in a corner, but our guy pulled it off.

He has to be big.

Unlike the other two, Casey offered the D.N.A. of the killer under her nails.

​D.N.A. is being processed and scanned for matches.

An old cassette tape player with the same five songs on it was on the counter. (Footloose was not one of them)

Casey came from Dorchester, Massachusetts, which made her a local student, but she lived in the dorms. She was brought up in a three-decker Irish Battleship of a house, where she had three brothers and learned to fight.

After graduation, Casey emerged strong and started teaching at an inner-city school in Boston. The profiler read reviews of her work, and they were all positive. She taught young kids that kids are cruel. They laughed at her weight, but the reviews noted within two months, the kids loved her. The parents of the kids called her caring and an above-average communicator. 

Casey had artwork made by kids in her classes framed and hung up all over her house.

She was now officially divorced, but Michael "Bony" T. Mailloux was long gone before the couple's first anniversary ten years ago. 

He is incarcerated in Texas and is not a suspect despite being small enough "to slip between bars."

There are no wedding announcements to review, and Bony's escapades with the law were boring in the east but a little more exciting down south. There is an excellent video of him chaining up an ATM in a convenience store in Texas and then towing it through the store's glass door with his truck. This was no "fail" video because the cameras near the gas pumps showed him speeding down the road with the ATM dragging and sparking.  He got away clean.

He's got style: little man, big truck.

Casey moved on to a ritzy school system in Lexington, Massachusetts, the birthplace of America. She bought a duplex and lived a quiet life with her three cats, Moe, Larry, and Shemp. I took three points off Casey's likeability score since she did not name her third cat, Curly.

According to Ben Mason, I'm sure ​S.A. Lisa Tanaka, F.B.I., would agree with my point deduction.

Casey remained an elementary-level teacher and showed no interest in administrative positions at the school. She lived on the academic schedule, having every holiday off. During the summers, she worked at the local Salvation Army Donor Center and had done so for eight years. 

I'm going to visit the center and talk about Casey.

It's also time to go deep with the dorm angles and with the many people who left condolences on her obituary.

Somewhere On The Atlantic Coast - The Seawall

Have I told you that I like the way Eve thinks? During their presentation, the F.B.I. put up a theory that there was a good chance this killer would strike again this week. This started a vigorous discussion about whether to employ the press to warn the public.

I'm unsure how much they believe in their theories, and I'm in the same camp as Eve. It's time to collect "anything helpful information" from the public." 

There is a serial killer.

​Eve said this. "There are five songs on the tapes." "I think there will be five victims."

This got me thinking about more angles.