Free Every Move You Make by M. William Phelps Page B

I made that one mistake—I used my own name.’”
    Indeed, Evans had never, in about 2½ decades of committing burglaries and selling stolen merchandise to pawnshops, used his real name.
    Why now? Horton wondered.
    “What I think happened,” Horton added, “was that Gary was losing his mind at that point…. That certainly became clear after we found out what happened to Tim Rysedorph. But those cuff links were what got the ball rolling for us.”
    Evans had sold the cuff links, valued at about $1,500, which had been reported stolen from a place called New Scotland Antiques, back on July 18, 1997. He had used his given name when he filled out the paperwork. On top of that, Tim had sold a total of thirty-eight Hummels (extremely expensive statuettes) between April 1997 and August 1997 to the same shop.
    The connection between Evans and Tim, it seemed, ran deeper with every stone the Bureau turned. It certainly wasn’t a stretch now to believe Evans had felt at some point that Tim had ripped him off or was going to turn him in.
    “And if Gary felt threatened,” Horton said Evans had told him on numerous occasions, “he said he would have to kill that person. He couldn’t risk jail time, he’d say, for what he called ‘scumbag criminals worse than [he] ever was.’”
    If nothing else, the Bureau now had enough evidence to issue a second “local” arrest warrant for Evans, which would secure his return back to Albany if he was picked up outside the state or county. Troop K in Cold Spring, New York, had already issued a warrant, but, as Horton put it later, “that was two hours away. We wanted Gary here in Albany because, ultimately, we knew we weren’t going to find Tim without him.”

CHAPTER 15
    Pestering Lisa Morris for information now became priority number one for Horton. She was the connection to Evans. It was clear by her showing up at Spare Room II, and then lying about it, that she was Evans’s puppet. Getting her to open up was the problem. Horton had been stopping by her apartment nearly every day, sometimes just to say hello. But she wouldn’t talk. Within the past few weeks, however, Lisa’s daughter, Christina, started warming up to Horton.
    Christina said she trusted Evans. He had always treated her well and seemed to make time for her.
    As Christina became closer to Horton, Lisa opened up more, too. Because of that, Horton said, he decided to finally explain to Lisa why he was so interested in finding Evans.
    “Tim Rysedorph has been missing,” Horton told her one night. “We have reason to believe Gary is involved. We have a warrant for his arrest. If you know where he is, you need to tell me now.”
    Lisa still wouldn’t confess to knowing any more than she had said already. But she began to talk in more detail about her relationship with Evans, which told Horton she was beginning to come around.
     
    October 31, 1997, Halloween, was a dreary day in the Capital Region. With cloudy skies, the temperature had hovered around forty-four degrees all day. There was some fog, but nothing that would hinder the unusual project Horton had on tap for the day. A plus was that it hadn’t been cold enough the past few weeks for the ground to freeze, and it hadn’t recently snowed or rained, so the ground was in prime condition for…well…
    Digging.
    Horton had called his team of investigators together the previous night, shortly before they were about to go home, and explained what they were going to be doing the following day, Halloween morning.
    Evans had a fascination for historic graveyards and contemporary cemeteries, Horton explained. An outdoorsman, he would frequently sleep in cemeteries and just roam around at night after the groundskeepers had gone home. For the most part, his interest was criminal. He would study the different statues and headstones, writing down descriptions of them. Then he would go to the local library and look them up in books and magazines to see what they were