Canfield, lead investigator on the search for the I-90 Killer.
The FBI was extremely interested in Bill Ferguson as he was the first person they were aware of who had interacted with the elusive I-90 Killer and survived to tell about it, or at least who hadn’t disappeared into thin air afterward, and the authorities wanted to learn every last detail of the encounter.
The other witnesses, all of the people inside the rest stop at the time of the confrontation, were, undoubtedly, being interviewed as well, but the two the authorities were most interested in would be Bill and the young girl who had been the target. They had gotten closest to the man.
Agent Canfield’s initial questions centered on a detailed, physical description of the kidnapper. Then, Canfield took Bill through a timeline from his perspective, again in the most detailed manner possible, of the entire attempted abduction, from beginning to end. Where was Bill when he noticed something was wrong? What was he doing? What drew his attention to the kidnapper? Why did he feel something was amiss?
After she seemed satisfied with the description of the man’s physical characteristics and timeline of the crime, Canfield spent a long time questioning Bill about the vehicle he had seen the I-90 Killer driving. Bill had gotten a pretty close-up view of it as it passed him in the parking lot, and the authorities wanted as accurate a description as possible to add to the alert which had already been issued.
“It was pretty generic,” he said. “A standard truck with an enclosed, square cargo box on the back, like a small moving truck. It had clearly been repainted and its color was off-white. It looked like an amateur paint job to me. The coloring was uneven and beginning to fade.”
“What about identifying markings? Name of a business, telephone number, anything?”
“No,” he said. “There was nothing on the truck at all that I could see, either on the side of the cargo box or on the passenger side door when he drove by.”
“What about the license plate?”
Bill shook his head. “I tried to read it, but there was so much blue smoke pouring from the exhaust that it totally obscured the tags. I couldn’t even make out what state the vehicle was registered in. It could have been Massachusetts or New York. Or neither one, for that matter. In fact, I would say the smoke might represent the only real identifying characteristic of the truck. It needs a ring job badly. Aside from that, it’s completely anonymous. There are probably ten thousand trucks just like it all over the east coast.”
From there, the interview deviated into Bill’s perceptions of the attempted kidnapper. The man had successfully evaded capture by law enforcement for well over three years. Every time they got close, he would frustrate authorities by simply disappearing. “If you had to choose one word to describe this man, what would it be?” Canfield asked.
Bill sat quietly, thinking. The question had surprised him. The agent didn’t hurry him; she seemed to have all the time in the world.
“Arrogant,” he finally answered.
“How so?”
“Even when I had my weapon trained right on him, he seemed to feel he was in complete control. Looking back on it now, I suppose he was, considering how it turned out, but at no time did he ever seem to doubt his own ability to escape from a situation that had to have appeared pretty hopeless.”
“He wasn’t nervous?”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Bill said. “He was definitely nervous. He was sweating up a storm and smelled like he hadn’t showered for days. I feel sorry for that poor girl—he was hugging her like a second skin. But even though he was nervous, he acted like he believed he was smarter than everyone else in the room and could use that intelligence any time he wanted to fashion his escape.”
Canfield paused, studying Bill. It had been a long time since an attractive woman looked at him that
The FBI was extremely interested in Bill Ferguson as he was the first person they were aware of who had interacted with the elusive I-90 Killer and survived to tell about it, or at least who hadn’t disappeared into thin air afterward, and the authorities wanted to learn every last detail of the encounter.
The other witnesses, all of the people inside the rest stop at the time of the confrontation, were, undoubtedly, being interviewed as well, but the two the authorities were most interested in would be Bill and the young girl who had been the target. They had gotten closest to the man.
Agent Canfield’s initial questions centered on a detailed, physical description of the kidnapper. Then, Canfield took Bill through a timeline from his perspective, again in the most detailed manner possible, of the entire attempted abduction, from beginning to end. Where was Bill when he noticed something was wrong? What was he doing? What drew his attention to the kidnapper? Why did he feel something was amiss?
After she seemed satisfied with the description of the man’s physical characteristics and timeline of the crime, Canfield spent a long time questioning Bill about the vehicle he had seen the I-90 Killer driving. Bill had gotten a pretty close-up view of it as it passed him in the parking lot, and the authorities wanted as accurate a description as possible to add to the alert which had already been issued.
“It was pretty generic,” he said. “A standard truck with an enclosed, square cargo box on the back, like a small moving truck. It had clearly been repainted and its color was off-white. It looked like an amateur paint job to me. The coloring was uneven and beginning to fade.”
“What about identifying markings? Name of a business, telephone number, anything?”
“No,” he said. “There was nothing on the truck at all that I could see, either on the side of the cargo box or on the passenger side door when he drove by.”
“What about the license plate?”
Bill shook his head. “I tried to read it, but there was so much blue smoke pouring from the exhaust that it totally obscured the tags. I couldn’t even make out what state the vehicle was registered in. It could have been Massachusetts or New York. Or neither one, for that matter. In fact, I would say the smoke might represent the only real identifying characteristic of the truck. It needs a ring job badly. Aside from that, it’s completely anonymous. There are probably ten thousand trucks just like it all over the east coast.”
From there, the interview deviated into Bill’s perceptions of the attempted kidnapper. The man had successfully evaded capture by law enforcement for well over three years. Every time they got close, he would frustrate authorities by simply disappearing. “If you had to choose one word to describe this man, what would it be?” Canfield asked.
Bill sat quietly, thinking. The question had surprised him. The agent didn’t hurry him; she seemed to have all the time in the world.
“Arrogant,” he finally answered.
“How so?”
“Even when I had my weapon trained right on him, he seemed to feel he was in complete control. Looking back on it now, I suppose he was, considering how it turned out, but at no time did he ever seem to doubt his own ability to escape from a situation that had to have appeared pretty hopeless.”
“He wasn’t nervous?”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Bill said. “He was definitely nervous. He was sweating up a storm and smelled like he hadn’t showered for days. I feel sorry for that poor girl—he was hugging her like a second skin. But even though he was nervous, he acted like he believed he was smarter than everyone else in the room and could use that intelligence any time he wanted to fashion his escape.”
Canfield paused, studying Bill. It had been a long time since an attractive woman looked at him that
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