surname: Pate. Still, he never really felt that he belonged to his birth family. By the time he was sixteen, he was living with distant relatives. His third cousin was the mayor of Poulsbo, where most of the citizens were Scandinavian.
Bill became very active in the Lutheran church in Poulsbo, where he was a camp counselor and Lutheran youth president.
While the mayor’s home was meticulously clean and there was plenty to eat, Bill wasn’t happy because the rules were very strict. Once more, he was convinced that he had been accepted out of duty, and not because the mayor and his wife had any particular affection for him. And he chafed at the rules that seemed to have no reasons behind them other than to mete out discipline.
After he’d lived with the mayor and his wife for a year, Bill formed a powerful bond with a complete stranger: he was shooting at targets on a rifle range when he met a man of about fifty, who told Bill that he had just retired from the navy as a lieutenant commander. The two had a long conversation, and the retired navy man was quite taken with Bill.
Despite his rough childhood—or perhaps because of it—Bill had developed a charismatic façade, and he made an excellent, very likable first impression. His intelligence impressed his new friend. Bill joked as he complained about his suffocating home life, but the older man, whose name was Chuck Jensen, felt kind of sorry for him. Jensen’s background was something of a mystery, but he apparently had no family he was close to. He was on his own when Bill met him. Bill and Chuck Jensen became friends.
After they had known each other for a few weeks, Jensen realized how miserable Bill was in the regimented home of the mayor, and he offered the teenager a home—no strings attached. Bill accepted quickly.
Chuck Jensen set about teaching Bill manners, bought him some nice clothes, and acted as his surrogate father. Like young Bill, Chuck was something of a loner. He lived in a mobile home surrounded by acres of land. Jensen encouraged Bill in his lifelong ambition to be a cop.
One day, Bill would tell Sue Harris that he couldn’t even remember when he hadn’t been drawn to police work. At sixteen, he planned to go to college to get his degree in criminal justice, join a police department, and eventually become a special agent in the FBI.
Bill had to budget carefully to pay for college; Washington State University was known for its superior criminal justice curriculum and, indeed, was the only college that offered a four-year program at the time he graduated from high school. He had some veteran’s benefits from his father’s wartime service in the navy. Chuck Jensen also helped him, and he obtained some student loans. Besides his part-time jobs in Pullman, he worked summers for the Mason County Sheriff’s Office on the Olympic Peninsula in an intern program offered there. He wasn’t old enough to be a deputy, but he worked as a dispatcher in the mostly rural county.
Although Bill wanted to get married soon after he and Sue became engaged, she didn’t want to give up the veteran’s benefits that paid for her tuition, which she would lose if she married. She pointed out the wisdom in that to Bill. They both needed their fathers’ legacies to finish college.
Reluctantly, Bill agreed that her argument made sense. There were times when they considered getting married before they finished school, but they always concluded they should wait; they were secure in the fact that they loved each other, and neither was jealous or insecure about the stability of their relationship.
Sue graduated before Bill did—in the summer of 1978, while Bill still had one more semester. She didn’t want to move back to Seattle without him, so she continued on at Washington State and earned a second degree—this time in psychology.
Although she loved Bill, Sue was surprised when she realized that Bill Jensen was not the popular, outgoing guy she first thought
Bill became very active in the Lutheran church in Poulsbo, where he was a camp counselor and Lutheran youth president.
While the mayor’s home was meticulously clean and there was plenty to eat, Bill wasn’t happy because the rules were very strict. Once more, he was convinced that he had been accepted out of duty, and not because the mayor and his wife had any particular affection for him. And he chafed at the rules that seemed to have no reasons behind them other than to mete out discipline.
After he’d lived with the mayor and his wife for a year, Bill formed a powerful bond with a complete stranger: he was shooting at targets on a rifle range when he met a man of about fifty, who told Bill that he had just retired from the navy as a lieutenant commander. The two had a long conversation, and the retired navy man was quite taken with Bill.
Despite his rough childhood—or perhaps because of it—Bill had developed a charismatic façade, and he made an excellent, very likable first impression. His intelligence impressed his new friend. Bill joked as he complained about his suffocating home life, but the older man, whose name was Chuck Jensen, felt kind of sorry for him. Jensen’s background was something of a mystery, but he apparently had no family he was close to. He was on his own when Bill met him. Bill and Chuck Jensen became friends.
After they had known each other for a few weeks, Jensen realized how miserable Bill was in the regimented home of the mayor, and he offered the teenager a home—no strings attached. Bill accepted quickly.
Chuck Jensen set about teaching Bill manners, bought him some nice clothes, and acted as his surrogate father. Like young Bill, Chuck was something of a loner. He lived in a mobile home surrounded by acres of land. Jensen encouraged Bill in his lifelong ambition to be a cop.
One day, Bill would tell Sue Harris that he couldn’t even remember when he hadn’t been drawn to police work. At sixteen, he planned to go to college to get his degree in criminal justice, join a police department, and eventually become a special agent in the FBI.
Bill had to budget carefully to pay for college; Washington State University was known for its superior criminal justice curriculum and, indeed, was the only college that offered a four-year program at the time he graduated from high school. He had some veteran’s benefits from his father’s wartime service in the navy. Chuck Jensen also helped him, and he obtained some student loans. Besides his part-time jobs in Pullman, he worked summers for the Mason County Sheriff’s Office on the Olympic Peninsula in an intern program offered there. He wasn’t old enough to be a deputy, but he worked as a dispatcher in the mostly rural county.
Although Bill wanted to get married soon after he and Sue became engaged, she didn’t want to give up the veteran’s benefits that paid for her tuition, which she would lose if she married. She pointed out the wisdom in that to Bill. They both needed their fathers’ legacies to finish college.
Reluctantly, Bill agreed that her argument made sense. There were times when they considered getting married before they finished school, but they always concluded they should wait; they were secure in the fact that they loved each other, and neither was jealous or insecure about the stability of their relationship.
Sue graduated before Bill did—in the summer of 1978, while Bill still had one more semester. She didn’t want to move back to Seattle without him, so she continued on at Washington State and earned a second degree—this time in psychology.
Although she loved Bill, Sue was surprised when she realized that Bill Jensen was not the popular, outgoing guy she first thought