Hunted on Ice: The Search for Alaskan Serial Killer Robert Hansen Read Free

after they joined forces, the two agencies began sharing information.
     
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    Seven months would pass since Sherry Morrow's body was found in the lonely grave by the Knik River, and in that time, more women would continue to disappear. In April of 1983, 17-year-old Paula Golding was wondering how her life had taken such a drastic turn.
    Paula had come to Alaska, like all those before her, to try and improve her financial situation, and in the beginning, things went well for the girl. She found a good job as a secretary, earning excellent money in the booming economy, secured a nice apartment, and made several new friends. But just as quickly, things had begun to fall apart on her.
    She lost her secretarial job and was unable to find another, and any savings she had managed to acquire soon ran out. She needed to find work that paid well, and find it fast. But there was not much out there that fit that criteria, and reluctantly she ended up taking a job as an exotic dancer at a gentleman’s club downtown.
    On the evening of April 25, 1983, Paula Golding was seen near 4 th Avenue, outside a strip club in the city of Anchorage. And then she vanished. Friends of the missing teen reported her disappearance to local police, but there were no leads to follow and no suspects, and as with all the other women who had disappeared, Paula’s case soon went cold.
     
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    Less than two months later, at 5:00 am on the morning of June 13, 1983, a local truck driver was shocked to see a scantily clad woman run in front of his vehicle. The girl was screaming, and waving her arms frantically, in an effort to get him to stop. The driver screeched to a halt, and as he did so, he noticed the furtive shadow of a man slinking away between two buildings.
    The woman, who was little more than a teenager, raced to the passenger side door and climbed in. She was nearly hysterical, sobbing and crying that a man was trying to get her. Dangling from her left wrist was a pair of silver, shiny handcuffs.
    The distraught girl asked the driver to take her to a nearby motel, and once there, she went inside and called her pimp. But her rescuer, surprised that she seemed to have no intention of calling the police, drove directly to the police station and reported the incident.
    Officer Gregg Baker arrived at the motel to find the girl alone, and still in handcuffs. He removed the cuffs, and then listened in astonishment as the girl told him her story.
    She was 17-years-old, and working as a topless dancer at one of the clubs on 4 th Avenue. Earlier that evening, a red-haired man who wore glasses and had a heavily pockmarked face had approached her and offered her $200 to perform oral sex on him.
    The teen readily agreed, and got into the passenger side of the man’s truck. But while performing the act, the man had snapped a handcuff around her wrist, and pulled a gun on her. He then cuffed both hands in front of her and drove her to a house in the Muldoon section of the city.
    Once there, the man had taken her to the basement, stripped her naked, and ordered her to stand against a wooden support beam. Chaining her body to the beam, he then raised her cuffed wrists and suspended them to a hook in the ceiling. The man then spent several hours torturing her, biting her breasts, and sexually assaulting her with the handle of a hammer.
    After what seemed like an eternity, her kidnapper laid down on a couch and fell fast asleep. The terrified girl knew she was in serious trouble, and searched for a way to escape. But there was no way out, so instead, she decided to take note of her surroundings, memorizing every detail in the hope that if she lived through this, she could put this sadist behind bars.
     The basement walls were covered with what was obviously the trophies of an experienced and avid hunter. The mounted heads of deer, elk, moose and sheep stared back at her, their dead glass eyes fixed and unseeing. There were stuffed birds