The Fox Hollow Murders: Playground of a Serial Killer

It's almost 30 years and it still hurts to this day.

I just wanna find a why.

What goes on in somebody's head that can do that is horrific.

I do believe in evil.

I seen it at Fox Hollow Farm.

Indianapolis police confirmed today

that they approached the owner of the Fox Hollow Farm.

He may have been in the company

of one of the missing people we're investigating.

We're working on the assumption of three bodies. Maybe more.

It was just bones everywhere.

And it has drawn interest from police agencies

from across the state and the country.

This killer is not listed among the most prolific serial killers.

Yet Fox Hollow is like Gacy's basement.

He's the Dahmer you've never heard of.

He didn't get the attention of Gacy or Jeffrey Dahmer

because we were never able to walk him into a courtroom.

He did have a double life.

There were mannequins.

It was just surreal. You know, something out of a movie.

He held plenty back.

There's so much of this stuff that I'm hearing for the first time.

Is he telling the truth? Did that shit really happen?

There had to have been red flags.

Did he really do all that? The fuck.

How does someone like that get away with things for so long?

I think the fact that the killings involved

homosexual men made police uncomfortable and it made the community uncomfortable.

The attitude of the police officers was that if you were gay

then you probably deserved whatever you got.

It's as simple as that.

We've been able to identify 13 victims from Fox Hollow Farms.

So, we know 13 and we've got 9,900 more bones.

We gave up with this investigation.

Crimes of the past cast a long shadow on the present.

We need to go back.

Oh, you're very welcome. You're very welcome.

And, um, I'll be here in the office all week.

And then, uh, I will keep you comprised of what I find out

in the next 24 to 48 hours. Okay?

So, did you get the mother notified?

Yeah, she's gonna be calling.

And if she doesn't come up here to identify her daughter,

- I've got DNA swabs. - Yeah, we're not gonna identify.

- You don't wanna identify-- - Not a visual. He's got a...

He's got a bullet hole in his head.

- Big ol' one right there. - The way I looked at the picture,

- I thought it was in the back. - That's the exit.

Oh. Okay.

If they wanna see him, then we can make that happen.

- Yes, we could. - But we...

I would strongly recommend against it.

- Good? - Yep.

- Thank you. - Yep.

I come to work every day and deal with death.

Or grieving people.

It is not easy to do.

What we see here and smell can't be unseen.

You just don't lay in bed and not think about that.

The fact of having a serial killer in this county,

I really think caught people off guard.

Hamilton County is predominately a Republican county.

Very conservative. Murder rate is very low.

We may only work two or three, um, murders a year. Homicides.

You know, we're a bedroom community for the most part

to people that work in Indianapolis.

The average incomes are, you know, at the top of the scale.

So this is the, uh, entrance into Fox Hollow Farms.

When you look at the initial investigation back in the '90s,

when the search warrant was served,

I don't think we were prepared

to really handle an investigation like that.

Indianapolis in the '90s

was an entirely different city than it is now.

It was much more conservative.

Basically, at the end of the day at 5 o'clock, downtown closed down.

Well, there were no nightclubs downtown except for gay nightclubs.

And, of course, those weren't talked about much.

Gay bars were kind of hidden away and not known unless you were gay.

I worked in three different bars through the years.

The bar I'm at now is now called Greg's. It was Our Place in those days.

Our Place began as a one-room bar

and it quickly grew into a safe haven for the gay communities.

You would see gay men of all different types.

It was a very mixed type of bar by that time.

The dance floor would be packed

and so it became more of a mainstream gay bar.

Back at the time, the gay bars

were pretty much the center of the gay community.

But outside of the bars, the reality that we were living with as a community,

there were still a lot of people who weren't happy

about there being gay people in Indianapolis.

In the early '80s, policemen would arrest people

for loitering on the Circle or, you know, for male prostitution.

Something along those lines.

We were targeted by the police and everyone else in the community.

Why is everybody so upset?

'Cause we don't want them around here.

Tell the queers to go home.

So, the gay bars were the one place in the city where we felt safe.

You want to blame everything on AIDS. I'll tell you how to stop AIDS.

Stop being a homosexual, that's how you stop AIDS.

By the mid-'80s to early-'90s, the AIDS crisis came into Indianapolis,

and it was quite terrifying for most people.

It was really scary. You had no idea what was safe, what wasn't safe.

By the time I was 31,

I lost my entire core group of friends to HIV and AIDS.

That was the type of thing that we were facing on a daily basis.

People are dying from this disease. Wake up America. Do something now.

We would see people come in one week that looked just fine

and within a couple of weeks, they were sick.

So, when gay men started going missing,

we thought maybe that was what had happened to them.

It's summer, 1993.

I contacted a homicide investigator I knew.

Handled abductions and he called me back and said,

"We don't have any abduction cases."

We began to get relatives or friends coming in with posters

with "Have you seen this person?"

There's a lot of missing persons' cases,

but most are gonna be people that return.

And then we began to realize that these people hadn't died of AIDS.

That they just disappeared.

The volume of cases makes it very difficult to investigate all of them.

I was browsing Craigslist,

and I seen a job post for a mortuary transport.

I was pretty skeptical at first. There's a lot of scammers out there.

So, I thought it was honestly a scam post,

and I was just gonna mess with the scammer.

But the dude replied.

And we actually showed up to a scene where there's police, coroners.

And I'm like, "Okay, this is the real deal."

I had to help put the body into a body bag.

And, um, it was really creepy.

The coroner deputy asked me to grab his arm and roll him...

help roll him over to his side. And I was like, "You want me to do what?"

But after that, um, just a normal job to me.

One night, I was hanging out with some of the coroner deputies

just talking about cold case files.

And I brought up that my cousin, Allen Livingston, went missing in 1993.

He was possibly seen getting into a vehicle, downtown Indianapolis.

But the family never had answers.

I remember asking my mother, "What happened to my cousin, Allen?"

And she told me that she has always had that gut feeling that he was killed.

He was comical, and he was loving.

Yeah.

- Always happy. Mm-hmm. - And caring.

And he was supposed to come visit that Sunday and he didn't.

And he didn't call.

My mom knew that something was wrong pretty quickly

because he called every weekend.

Because back then, we didn't have cell phones.

So, we knew that something wasn't right.

Allen was just al... He's just goofy.

He was just a simple free soul. Always happy. Loved to be around people.

And he was pretty gay.

Who wears big earrings and tie-dye shirts.

My mom's gay. So, I mean, that's how I grew up.

But in the '90s, obviously, you knew

there was people that didn't care for it too much.

When he came up missing, she did call the police,

and she made a missing police report.

The police were like,

"Oh, well, you'll hear from us in the, you know, the next few months."

Didn't hear anything again.

It kind of got pushed aside and was forgotten about.

It was August of '93.

I've always thought that if they're gay, they just put it aside.

I really think that.

It's just another gay person.

That's how I feel.

My mother has never gotten rid of her landline.

Phone number's still been the same

because she was hoping that Allen would call her one day.

Christmases go by. Birthdays go by. I don't think any of us gave up hope.

Because there's nothing there, you could always just pretend that it's not true.

After a while, more and more people disappeared from sight.

This was an ongoing event, if you will.

There's some rumblings probably in the community that, "Hey, this is happening."

Like, "Okay, these guys really are missing."

We needed to drill down to find out what was going on.

In 1993, Johnny Bayer,

Jeffrey Allen Jones,

Richard Douglas Hamilton Junior, Manuel Resendez,

and Allen Livingston went missing.

In 1994, three more men went missing.

Steven Hale,

Allen Broussard, and Roger Goodlet.

In 1995, Michael Keirn went missing.

In August 1995, Jerry Williams-Comer went missing.

Mary Wilson was a missing persons detective.

And she was asking people if they knew anything about these cases

because she had started to see a pattern.

It's hard to know, in the beginning,

whether to look at it as a... just an individual situation...

...or that, possibly, these things are linked.

These men were all about the same age.

All about the same size.

The last place anybody could put most of them