Authors: Burl Barer
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Because Kissler's narrative meshed with the basics related by the anonymous caller, and the previous statements of Perez and Marshall, the detectives brought Mark Perez back for a second interview. They were especially interested if he knew anything about the alleged shooting the night Rush played the Tacoma Dome. Mark Perez remembered the date perfectlyâMay 18, 1984âbecause it was three days after his birthday. Perez didn't attend the concert, but Paul St. Pierre and Andrew Webb did.
“I was sick and missed work on the eighteenth,” Perez told Yerbury, “because of an ear infection and high fever. I was awakened at three
A.M.
by a loud noise that sounded like somebody kicked in my front door. The noise was loud, and I heard Chris say, âFuck! Goddamn it, Paul, what the fuck did you do?' Paul said, âI had to; he was going to stab me with a knife, so I had to shoot him.' Then Chris came into my bedroom and asked, âWere you sleeping?' I said I was and he said, âOh, well, never mind.' Andrew came in and asked me if I heard anything; then Paul came in and said, âCome on, Mark, get out of bed and come see this.' Andrew said, âAre you crazy? Come on, get out of here.' He pushed Paul out of the room and said to me, âNo, no, stay here, don't move; the less you see and the less you know, the better off you'll be.' He stressed this several times. He told me to just go back to sleep like nothing had happened.”
A.M.
by a loud noise that sounded like somebody kicked in my front door. The noise was loud, and I heard Chris say, âFuck! Goddamn it, Paul, what the fuck did you do?' Paul said, âI had to; he was going to stab me with a knife, so I had to shoot him.' Then Chris came into my bedroom and asked, âWere you sleeping?' I said I was and he said, âOh, well, never mind.' Andrew came in and asked me if I heard anything; then Paul came in and said, âCome on, Mark, get out of bed and come see this.' Andrew said, âAre you crazy? Come on, get out of here.' He pushed Paul out of the room and said to me, âNo, no, stay here, don't move; the less you see and the less you know, the better off you'll be.' He stressed this several times. He told me to just go back to sleep like nothing had happened.”
The next morning, Perez noticed that the living room carpet had been cut up, and the carpet mat had two large, round bloodstains approximately 3 1/2 feet from each other. According to Perez, Paul St. Pierre told him that he and Andrew Webb picked up a guy hitchhiking, invited him to party at the house, and then, later, Paul shot the man in the head. According to Mark Perez, Chris St. Pierre told him, “This guy's body was over here and part of his head was here, and his brain could be seen, and there was a bullet hole in his head, and it looked like half his face was blown off.”
“He also told me,” related Perez, “that they just rolled up his body in the carpet and dumped it way up by the mountainsâthey drove about three hours. He said, âWe hid the body so good, it'll take 'em ten years to find the body, if they ever do.' No one mentioned the incident again. Within a few days, I moved out of the house. My personal belongings were still there, but I didn't spend any nights there.”
Detective Price remembered a Missing Persons case of a young man who inexplicably vanished after his mother dropped him off not far from the Tacoma Dome. A quick check of police files confirmed the date of his disappearance as May 18, the night of the Rush concert. The young man's name was John Achord.
According to a Tacoma Police incident report, Mrs. Opal Bitney, mother of John Lynn Achord, contacted the Tacoma Police Department on Monday, May 21. “I spoke to her personally,” said David McNutt, communications officer with the Law Enforcement Support Agency. “We live in a rather enclosed environment down there, so our conversation was purely by phone. She called to file a Missing Persons report on her son, John Achord.”
Born in 1961, John Achord was a student at Tacoma's Bates Vocational School. He stood six feet two, weighed 165 pounds, and had short, curly dark brown hair, a mustache, hazel eyes, a one-inch scar above his right eyebrow, and a severely scarred right shoulder.
Mrs. Bitney explained to police that John Achord was in an automobile accident in 1980. His injuries were of such severity that Achord had to learn to walk and talk all over again. Achord not only made the best of his situation, he improved upon it. Inspirational in accomplishment, and cheerful by attitude, the residual moderate brain damage primarily affected his memory. He was not dangerous or troublesome in any way. Able to care for himself, and in good physical health, he did not drink or use drugs. Open and friendly, John Achord would readily accept rides from strangers.
On May 18, his mother dropped him off at South Twenty-seventh Street and Pacific Avenue, not far from the Tacoma Dome. From there, he would walk to the Rush concert. Achord was carrying perhaps $50 and a concert ticket, which he had bought in advance from the Bon Marche outlet of Ticketmaster. He was last seen wearing a green fatigue jacket, white knit shirt, and blue jeans.
“The family did everything possible to create public awareness of his disappearance,” said Yerbury. “Virtually every business and building in Tacoma had the âMissing' poster of John Achord.” One such business was a Mt. Tahoma 7-Eleven store.
“Andrew and I stopped to buy some cigarettes at that Seven-Eleven,” recounted Andrew Webb's former wife, Anne, “and as I was leaving the store, I noticed a flyer on the window. It was all about John Achord being missing. I was standing there reading it, and when Andrew saw what I was looking at, he suddenly got all upset and angry and insisted we leave immediately. I told him I wanted to finish reading the poster, but he was so uptight I just stopped reading and we left.”
“They also had one of those posters up at Gene and Ray's Tavern,” said Mark Ericson. “That really gives me chills. I would maybe have a beer after work with Chris, Andrew, or Paul because Chris worked for me and they lived right next door to the shop. I mean, we would be there right in front of that poster about John Achord and the whole time they knew what had happened to him. I don't know how they could have done that.”
“Based on the Missing Persons report,” Detective Yerbury said, “it certainly seemed as if John Achord could be the unfortunate gentleman reportedly shot by Paul St. Pierre. At that point, Detective Price and I figured we had enough cause to seek a search warrant.”
Judge James Healy signed a search warrant on June 18, 1984. The warrant commanded “a diligent search of [house number] Pacific Avenue to retrieve a broken toilet lid, blood, hair, tissue trace evidence, a black handled, two edged hunting knife, bullet fragments, carpet samples, a large caliber handgun (possibly a .45 cal. automatic), evidence of burned shoes and trousers, and papers and documents attesting to persons living at the residence.”
“Also included in the search warrant,” noted Sergeant Parkhurst, “were two vehiclesâa 1957 Ford station wagon, green and white in color, and a white 1967 Mercury.” Parkhurst and Lieutenant Moorhead decided the warrant would be served on June 19. Prior to heading over to Pacific Avenue, they called a conference in the County-City Building with Detectives Price and Yerbury, and Officers Brame, Cook, and Getz. “During the conference,” Parkhurst later explained, “a plan was devised on how the residence should be approached and searched.”
It was ten minutes before 9:00
A.M.
when Tacoma Police arrived. There was no one home, but police knew that Chris St. Pierre worked next door for Ericson's, and had done so since high school.
A.M.
when Tacoma Police arrived. There was no one home, but police knew that Chris St. Pierre worked next door for Ericson's, and had done so since high school.
Chris St. Pierre had been nearly in tears ever since he arrived for work. Mark Ericson later commented, “I kept trying to reassure him that everything was going to be OK. I asked, âChris, what is your problem?' He said, âWe're just all going to go to jail. Paul just fucked it up for everybody.' No matter how much I attempted to reassure him that everything would turn out OK, Chris just kept saying, âYou don't understand, you don't understand.'
“It was bright and early when the cops showed up,” Ericson said. “It was such a nice day that I had the back door to the alley open. I just happened to walk to the ramp, look over, and there were all kinds of cops and plainclothes police. I figured maybe they were doing some follow-up on the shooting of Andrew Webb, maybe they needed to ask Chris some more questions since he was the one who called the cops in the first place.
“I said, âChris, you got company over there.' He had his white coveralls on, and he stopped what he was working on, hung his head down for a second; then, without saying a word, he just walked out that door. He had that kind of faraway look in his eyes. I never saw Chris St. Pierre face-to-face again. He walked out that door as if he were walking right out of this life.”
As Chris St. Pierre approached the house, Detective Yerbury greeted him. “I read him the search warrant and advised him of his rights,” the detective recalled, “and then Officers Cook and Brame secured Chris St. Pierre in an unused bedroom while the evidence search was conducted.”
Parkhurst, Moorhead, Price, Yerbury, and Identification Technician Doug Walker began an extensive search of the living room area. “Several blood spots were noticed on the stereo and speakers,” said Parkhurst. “We photographed them in detail, and the stereo and one large speaker were taken into evidence.”
The search temporarily ceased when Chris St. Pierre volunteered the location of the .45-caliber pistol listed on the search warrant. “After Paul St. Pierre shot Andrew Webb,” Yerbury explained, “he hid the gun. It was no secret that he stashed it somewhere; the secret was where he stashed it. Chris St. Pierre told us that his brother called him on the phone at work earlier that morning and told him where to find the forty-five.”
Officer Brame stayed with Chris St. Pierre while Parkhurst and Cook looked for the weapon. “Chris, who was seated on the floor, looked up at me,” said Brame, “then dropped his head and stated something to the effect, âI just don't want to see anybody else hurt with it.' ”
The .45, according to Chris, was hidden in a pile of bricks in a neighbor's yard just south of the house. Sergeant Parkhurst knew that Bill Ericson, father of Mark Ericson, owned that property as well. “I contacted Bill Ericson,” reported Sergeant Parkhurst, “and presented him with the consent-to-search warrant, and explained the details concerning what officers were looking for and what they had been told. He was informed that he did not have to allow us to search if he didn't want us to.”
Bill Ericson authorized the search and Officer Cook located the weapon. “Sergeant Parkhurst and I went to the adjacent yard and observed a pile of stacked tile roofing,” reported Cook. “As I walked along the side of the tile, I observed a forty-five-caliber semiautomatic handgun on the ground between two stacks.” The gun was cocked when Cook found it, with one cartridge in the chamber. “I unloaded it,” Cook recalled, “by grasping the handle grips and the grooved area at the side. There was no clip. Identification Manager Walker photographed the weapon before taking it into evidence.”
Returning to the living room, officers noticed that the carpet and pad had been cut, new carpet installed, and the covering around the baseboards had been removed. “There was a sticker on the pad that appeared to be new,” said Parkhurst. “After rolling the pad and the carpet, we could see the oak hardwood floor, which looked like it had been recently sanded.”
“The sanding was so severe,” commented Yerbury, “that it was to the point that it almost caused a depression in the wood, and the wood was definitely lighter in these areas. Walker then checked these areas with a Hemo Stik Test, and it proved positive in all five areas. The bloodstains on the living room floor certainly corroborated the statements we'd received; so at that point, we arrested Christopher St. Pierre and charged him with rendering criminal assistance.”
Meanwhile, Mark Ericson wondered what in the world was going on next door that required Chris St. Pierre to be gone so long. “He was in there for hours, and then the detectives come over to me and asked if I'd come out and answer some questions. I said, âSure. âWhere's Chris?' They said he was inside, and that he was cooperating with them now. Cooperating with them? I mean, I had no idea what was happening. Then they did let me know that this is seriousââWe're investigating a homicide,' or something like that. He said, âYou ever noticed that the carpet had been cut out underneath from the table in the living room?' I didn't go in there very often and I didn't notice the carpet.
“By this time, I'm thinking, Paul must have done something stupid,” recalled Ericson. “Chris should have gone to the cops earlier. He's an accessory now, but at least he's cooperating. He should've got himself a lawyer.”
According to Yerbury, Christopher St. Pierre was advised off all his rights, including his right to a lawyer, and was repeatedly told that he need not speak to the detectives or answer any questions. When they arrived at Tacoma Police Central Station, Yerbury and Price again advised him of his rights, and St. Pierre signed the form indicating he fully understood.
Christopher St. Pierre, with full knowledge of exactly what he was doing, addressed the following words to Detective Robert Yerbury of the Tacoma Police: “I might as well tell you everything. I'm dead or I'm going to prison.” Yerbury asked St. Pierre to reveal everything, beginning with the night Andrew Webb and Steve Wood got into a fistfight at the house on Pacific Avenue. The recently arrested St. Pierre stared at the floor, took a breath, and began his bone-chilling narrative.
Three
“Paul St. Pierre wielded a toilet seat lid as a weapon, repeatedly striking Damon Wells over the head. The blows eventually rendered him unconscious or semi-unconscious,” said Christopher St. Pierre. He readily admitted that he and Andrew Webb joined the beating, each striking Wells several times.
“When Chris made the admission that he assisted in the beating of Damon Wells,” recalled Detective Yerbury, “he stopped speaking, and while continuing to stare at the floor, he stated in a reflective thinking-out-loud manner, âMaybe I should have an attorney.' I advised him that if he was asking for an attorney that we would not talk to him any farther. He then asked, of no one in particular, âCan I get protective custody?' ”
When St. Pierre inquired about protective custody, Yerbury left the room to seek advice from the chief deputy prosecutor. “St. Pierre was not advised of my intention to contact the prosecutor's office,” said the detective. “Upon my return, Chris St. Pierre voluntarily started up the conversation again. I again warned him that if he was asking for an attorney, we would not talk to him unless he chose to do so.”
Christopher St. Pierre did not request an attorney. Instead, he related the tragic fate of young Damon Wells. “We were going to take Damon Wells to the other side of town, just to drop him off somewhere,” he told them. “Andrew came up with the idea to drop him off at Salmon Beach. We arrived at Salmon Beach and drove into a road about a half a mile. We all got out of the car.”
According to Christopher St. Pierre, Damon Wells's shoes were removed and thrown awayâthe idea, coming from Paul St. Pierre, being for him to have to walk home shoeless. “Damon was yelling that he was going to get revenge,” said St. Pierre. “He started running, yelling for help. We ran after him, and Andrew caught him and knocked him to the ground. We were yelling at him to shut up. Andrew took out a Gerber knife that he had obtained from my brother earlier in the evening. I'm not sure what time Andrew had obtained the knife, but he did have it. While we were yelling at Damon to shut up, Andrew pulled out the knife and slit Damon's throat. He had him facing down on the ground, pulled back his head by his hair, and drew the knife across the throat about three times.”
“Chris St. Pierre further adds,” wrote Detective Yerbury in his Official Supplementary Report filed June 16, 1984, “that he, Paul St. Pierre, and Andrew Webb then stood there for a period of time and watched as Damon Wells bled to death. He states that Damon Wells had no opportunity to fight back, and further states that Paul St. Pierre did not participate in that actual homicide event. Andrew Webb committed the actual act of slitting Wells' throat.”
From Chris St. Pierre, Yerbury further learned: “At some point after Damon Wells's throat had been cut, Andrew Webb stood over the victim and threw a knife at him on at least two occasions, both times sticking it into the back of the victim. After Damon Wells was dead, Andrew Webb and Paul St. Pierre removed his jacket and pants and threw them into the bushes.”
“As far as I know,” St. Pierre said, “the clothes are still out there. Paul and Andrew picked up Damon's body and dragged him off about twenty-five feet into the brush. Paul was driving his '67 Mercury Cougar. We went back to our house, took our clothes off that had blood on them, and threw them in the washing machine... . I took a pair of my boots that had blood on themâthe blood was on my boots from being in the bathroom earlierâI threw them into the fireplace, along with the broken toilet seat lid. Don [Marshall] watched me throw my boots into the fireplace. Then we took showers to wash away the blood. After taking a shower, Paul gave Don the knife that was used to cut Damon's throat, and told Don to hold on to it for him. About this time, I went to bed. The next morning, we discussed what happened the night before, and decided to go back to where Damon had been killed, and take his body and bury it.”
The St. Pierres returned to Salmon Beach and brought with them one of Paul St. Pierre's old sleeping bags, noted Yerbury. “Chris said they put Wells's body in the sleeping bag, and then placed it in the trunk of Paul St. Pierre's 1967 Mercury Cougar. From that point, it was transported to the eventual burial site.”
“We drove up by Alder Lake,” explained Chris St. Pierre. “Paul knew a secluded spot from a friend of his, Bill, who was at the house the night Damon was killed. We picked a spot and buried Damon's body. We had obtained two shovels, one was in our garage, I think it was Don Marshall's. The other shovel we had obtained from my father's toolshed. We camouflaged the grave, and we left.”
When Chris St. Pierre finished describing the death and burial of Damon Wells, the detectives asked him about John Achord. Once again, Chris St. Pierre did not hesitate giving them a full disclosure.
“[Chris] told us that his friend Tony Youso got drunk and was in some sort of auto accident. Andrew Webb and he took Youso over to Webb's apartment to calm him down and sober him up. Then the two of them went over to [house number]. As they walked in, they saw John Achord facedown in the dining room, and Paul St. Pierre standing over him with a gun. Paul told Chris that he had to shoot Mr. Achord in self-defense because Achord attacked him with a knife. Chris told us that he saw a rather small pocketknife on the floor, and they threw it out in the garbage. He went on to describe how they cut up the carpet, rolled Achord's dead body up in it, obtained tools for burying Achord from Mr. and Mrs. St. Pierre's garage, and then transported the body in Andrew Webb's car. Chris St. Pierre followed in his station wagon.”
St. Pierre omitted a slight detailâprior to transporting the body, the men had a beer party and invited friends and relatives, including Wesley and Marty Webb. John Achord's corpse, wrapped in carpet, was stashed away in the back bedroom. Marty was advised not to wander around the house alone, for Paul “wanted to do her.”
“We were almost all the way there,” said Chris St. Pierre, relating to Yerbury about taking Achord's body to the proposed burial site, “when Andrew lost control of his car and put it into a ditch.” Perhaps that was when the carpet containing Achord's body became unwrapped, exposing the lifeless corpse. Andrew Webb, looking in the rearview mirror, saw John Achord's sightless eyes staring back at him. That image burned itself into Webb's brain. Not a day or night goes by, Webb admits, that he does not see John Achord staring at him.
“Paul and Andrew then put the body into the back of the station wagon that I was driving,” continued St. Pierre, “and I drove to where we were going to place the body. Paul and Andrew came up the trail. I was waiting for them. Paul dragged the body to near where we were going to bury him. Andrew and I left Paul there to dig the grave with the tools we obtained from my father's shed. Andrew and I got into my station wagon to drive back down to the gas station to locate a tow truck to pull Andrew's car out of the ditch.”
They found a wrecker at the nearest Chevron station, and had the truck's driver follow them to the vehicle. “The tower pulled Andrew's car out of the ditch,” he recalled, “and he told us that the charge was twenty-five dollars. We didn't have any change, so between the two of us we paid him thirty dollars and told him to keep the change. I left Andrew and Paul, went home, took a shower, and tried to get some sleep.”
The tow-truck driver wasn't the only one to see Andrew Webb's ditch-bound Dodge. Mark Schneider, a former resident of their old neighborhood, saw Webb, the St. Pierres, and the Dodge Challenger twice in less than twelve hoursâonce in Tacoma, and again near Elbe.
“On May eighteenth, I got off work at about eleven
P.M.
,” recalled Schneider. “I went to Lively Market on Forty-fifth and Pacific to buy groceries for a baseball tournament the next day. There were people in the store who said they had just been to the Rush concert. While at the store, I saw Paul St. Pierre and Andrew Webb buying beer. When they left, they got into a 1971 light gold Dodge Challenger, and I noticed someone else in the carâa guy in the backseat. Then I went to spend the night at Silver Lake with some friends. I got up about seven
A.M.
to go to the baseball tournament. I was driving up with Paul Barabe and his girlfriend, Cheryl. We drove up to Elbe and took a right at the bridge, and on the right side of the road, I saw the same car that I had seen the night beforeâit was the gold Challengerâin the ditch. There was also another car parked on the side of the road, and there were several people standing outside of it. Two of the people appeared to be Paul St. Pierre and Andrew Webb; we didn't stop, we just kept going.” Another person in a separate car, Jack McQuade, also noticed Andrew Webb's Challenger. “Alongside the Challenger,” confirmed McQuade, “was an old white station wagon.”
P.M.
,” recalled Schneider. “I went to Lively Market on Forty-fifth and Pacific to buy groceries for a baseball tournament the next day. There were people in the store who said they had just been to the Rush concert. While at the store, I saw Paul St. Pierre and Andrew Webb buying beer. When they left, they got into a 1971 light gold Dodge Challenger, and I noticed someone else in the carâa guy in the backseat. Then I went to spend the night at Silver Lake with some friends. I got up about seven
A.M.
to go to the baseball tournament. I was driving up with Paul Barabe and his girlfriend, Cheryl. We drove up to Elbe and took a right at the bridge, and on the right side of the road, I saw the same car that I had seen the night beforeâit was the gold Challengerâin the ditch. There was also another car parked on the side of the road, and there were several people standing outside of it. Two of the people appeared to be Paul St. Pierre and Andrew Webb; we didn't stop, we just kept going.” Another person in a separate car, Jack McQuade, also noticed Andrew Webb's Challenger. “Alongside the Challenger,” confirmed McQuade, “was an old white station wagon.”
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“We continued questioning Chris St. Pierre,” Yerbury later explained, “and I asked him what happened in the days following the burial of John Achord. Well, once again Chris St. Pierre told us everything, andâ” He stopped, drummed his fingers on the desk, and shook his head as if trying to clear away a lingering, unwanted, image. “OK,” he said, “this is the part where they go out there in the middle of the night, dig up the body, chop off the head, and bring it home in a bucket.”
“They had that head in a bucket, set in concrete, sitting right over there,” Mark Ericson later recalled, pointing toward the back wall. “There was a five-gallon orange bucket, filled with cement. I didn't really notice it much, but I finally asked Chris, âWhat's with this bucket of cement right here?' He says, âOh, my dad was doing some work on this porch, some cement, and he had some extra left over, so I just grabbed that bucket and filled it up.' Well, then the next day or so, the bucket was gone. I never thought of it at all, until. . .” Mark Ericson stopped speaking as an involuntary shudder made its way through his body. “Stuff like that just makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, you know what I mean?”
“They actually had a reasonâor excuseâfor removing his head,” stated Yerbury. “Paul St. Pierre was concerned that somehow weâthe policeâwould make a connection between the bullet recovered from the black fellow he shot at the grocery store and the bullet recovered from the head of John Achord, if he was ever found. I guess the same concern might have prompted Paul St. Pierre to throw away the gun, but he kept the gun and attempted throwing away Mr. Achord's head. The way Chris St. Pierre described things, it sounded rather ghoulish.”
“Paul and I decided to put the head in a five-gallon bucket and fill it with cement,” confirmed Chris St. Pierre. “Paul and I went back up to where we had buried the second guy that Paul had shot, and then dug up the body. I made Paul do the digging up of the body with the shovels we got earlier from my father, the same tools that we used to bury him a couple days earlier.”
While digging, Paul St. Pierre accidentally broke one of the shovels. His younger brother used the broken handle to mix and stir the concrete while Paul went to the car, got the ax, and chopped off John Achord's head.
“After placing the head in the bucket,” said Chris St. Pierre, “we put the lid on it, put it in my car along with the tools, and then reburied the body. Before leaving, we dumped the leftover bag of concrete and the carpet the body was wrapped in about twenty yards away. When we got home and opened up the bucket, [we] saw that the concrete had set up. We placed the five-gallon bucket containing the head in the garage. The next night, Tony [Youso] and I drove in my station wagon to a bridge over the Puyallup River; Tony got out of the passenger side with the bucket and threw it over the side of the bridge. Tony knew what was in the bucket because Paul and I told him.”
The ax used to decapitate John Achord was, Chris told Yerbury, hidden under a woodpile at the home of Youso's brother. “The brother knew nothing about any of this,” recalled the detective. “The knife used in the assault on Damon Wells was discarded near the freeway entrance between McKinley and Pacific Avenue at the Thirty-eighth Street on-ramp.”
Detectives Price and Yerbury were continually impressed by Christopher St. Pierre's eagerness to assist them. “He told us that he wanted to cooperate in this investigation so he could attempt to prove that he was not the person responsible for the two deaths, and that he wanted to get the whole situation off his conscience. In fact, Christopher St. Pierre also stated that he wanted to take us to the burial site so the bodies could be recovered.”
Price and Yerbury transported Chris St. Pierre to a meeting at the Pierce County Coroner's Office with Sergeant Parkhurst, other assisting officers, and Dr. Emanual Lacsina, medical examiner. “I explained the situation,” recalled Yerbury, “and preparations were made to go to the burial site. Due to conflicting jurisdictional problems, Sergeant Parkhurst made arrangements with the Lewis County Sheriff's Office for support of that agency.”
“When Yerbury told us that Chris St. Pierre volunteered to take officers to the scene where the bodies were buried, I contacted Detective Glade Austin of the Lewis County Sheriff's Office,” said Sergeant Parkhurst. “Detective Austin said that if we were positive the homicide occurred in Tacoma, and that the burial of the victims was the only incident that occurred in Lewis County, they would be willing to release jurisdiction of the bodies to our medical examiner in Pierce County.”
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