1.
November 4th, 1987. Three minutes after eight.
[ring, ring …. ring, ring]
Hi, this is the Steward residence, Kimberly speaking. But, if you’re looking for my dad, I’m afraid you’re out of luck. His boss took him to a fancy cocktail party, somewhere downtown tonight. You’re lucky you caught me before I hit a movie. Can I get your name and number? I’m sure he’ll call you back as soon as possible… if he remembers.
……….
Hang on, where’s that notepad.. Ah, got it. What’d you say the name was? I can hear over my dog’s barks.
……….
Um, hello? Anyone there?
[caller disconnects]
2.
November 5th, 1987. Eighteen minutes before nine.
[ring, ring …. ring, ring]
Good evening, you’ve reached Hank Steward. How may I help—
[caller disconnects]
3.
November 7th, 1987. Sometime between eight twenty and eight twenty-five.
[ring, ring …. ring, ri-]
Finally, what took so long to call, babe? You promised we’d talk, like an hour ago. God, Dad’s been going nuts on me all day after someone mailed him photos of us together. Who would do something like this? Anyway, he told me I was way too young… Told me to stop seeing you. I swear, I can’t take living in this house anymore.
……….
But now you’re here, everything’s okay again….Babe?
……….
Why won’t you say something?
……….
God damn it! Stop creeping me out, Kevin. Shannon must have told you to prank call me, didn’t she? If she’s behind the photos, too, I’m gonna kill her come Monday. Stop messing around and talk to me, babe. I thought we loved each other… I guess it was you three nights ago, too …right? C’mon, Kevin, say something or I swear I’ll hang up.
……….
Asshole.
[caller disconnects]
4.
November 16th, 1987. A little after eight fifteen.
[ring, ring …. ring, ring]
This is the Steward residence, Kimberly spea….
………
Oh, again... My mysterious weirdo! I found those fucked up pages you wrote about me in my locker, pretty sick. I wanna tell you I took it to the principal, and she assured me she’ll find out who you are. When she does, you can kiss your graduation goodbye. My friends are asking around, too. You can’t hide. Eventually, you'll be found, and Kevin’s gonna kick your ass.
For now, though, please keep rotting in hell.
I can’t believe I thought Kevin was the one calling me last Friday. Did you really think you could break us? Pathetic! But, I have to say, your plan almost worked….. almost. Clever how my dad happened to find photos of us in our mail box that morning, making him so mad. I’m sorry to say you failed. Even he cooled down, eventually. Now we’re stronger than ever.
…………
What’s wrong, weirdo? Got nothing to say? I suggest you just give up now and…
………remember………
..huh? Remember? What exactly? Never mind, my Dad’s beside me and wants to talk with you.
[receiver switches]
Listen buddy! Stop calling my house, or I’ll—
[caller disconnects]
5.
November 17th, 1987. Eight o’clock.
[Phone rings fourteen times. No one in the house to answer]
[call ends]
6.
November 25th, 1987. Eight thirty-six.
[ring, ring … ring, ring]
K… Kim… Kimberly Steward speaking.
…………
Can’t you just leave me alone? What have I done to you? Stop calling and following me, please. How did you even get our number after Dad changed it? This little game of yours, this obsession, is getting real old, real fast.
…………
You think I don’t notice you? Shadows under brown jackets walking along our street? Yeah, real original with those cheap sunglasses. I used to tell myself it was just some guy out for a walk. Now I know better.… You were watching before November, weren’t you? I realized when I saw you after practice. I laughed it off. God …. you’re so stupid….
And were those packages left on our porch, yours, I presume? No return address, obviously. Just twine and brown paper. Dad gave it to the cops before I could see what was inside. We’re going to catch you, weirdo. It’s just a matter of time.
…………
Say something. Just once. I dare you.
[caller disconnects]
“I’m sorry, Office Reyes. Not long enough for a trace.”
7.
November 27th, 1987. A quarter past eight.
[ring, ring … ring, ring]
“Dad, don’t answer it. Please.”
[ring, ring … ri~]
…………
If you’re looking for Kimberly, she’s not here. When I find you, you son of a bitch, I’ll make you pay.… Trying to snatch my girl off the street like that? The police are going to lock you away for a very long time. Every cop in town is driving around tonight looking for you. So if you’re outside, you might want to wave and make all our lives better by turning yourself in.
…………
Nothing to say? No clever little whispers this time?
…………I see you……….
WHAT?
[caller disconnects]
8.
November 28th, 1987 — 20:12 hrs
[outbound call, made to 911. frantic male voice]
Hello, Hello! Officer Reyes? He’s here, the guy who’s been stalking my daughter. Yes, 6 feet two, early twenties, brown coat. I don’t know how he managed to get to the house, but we saw him lurking ten minutes ago. Now the upstairs window was broken and I think it’s been pulled open.
[distant female voice] “Hang up, dad— he’s here. I can hear it breathing…”
[a sudden scream and a large bang]
Oh, shit—
[four more loud bangs]
[line remains open for 00:12 seconds after receiver is dropped. then the line disconnects.]
November 28th, 1987 — 21:50 hrs
[Two-wave radio call from squad car]
Good evening, Captain. Officer Reyes here. I’m at the Steward residence on Elm — 1423 Elm Street. I’m afraid we’re too late. The scene is secured, but I’m afraid it’s a bloody mess. We got two victims. Hank Steward, early fifties, and his daughter, Kimberly Steward, approximately 17. Entry was through an upstairs window. Outside, there are several trampled flower beds on the back porch, but that could indicate prior activity.
Inside, Mr. Steward is on the floor near the telephone console, with multiple wounds consistent with gunshot trauma. There are shell casings on the floor, caliber consistent with a small handgun. No weapon was recovered where he fell. Ms. Steward …. Kimberly, I believe … collapsed in the kitchen doorway. She’s also got multiple gunshot wounds. There is a pooling of blood near her shoes and a smear on the doorframe, with possible movement after initial injury. Especially, in connection with packages left on their porch over the past month. I recall we got them stored as evidence.
Given the pattern of persistent phone harassment — multiple calls, the open handset, and the last recorded call logs found in the house — I believe phone records are critical evidence in my investigation. We need to trace incoming numbers, times, and, if possible, which central office exchanges were used. Requesting permission to obtain provider call records for the period November 1, 1987, through November 28, 1987.
I still think it was Kevin.
Gruesome...