Free Ted and Ann - The Mystery of a Missing Child and Her Neighbor Ted Bundy by Rebecca Morris Page A

always gets what she wants and is very high in intelligence for a girl of her age. I feel the family is a little lax in the child’s activities, as to staying with other friends overnight or staying for dinner at their home,” Mrs. B___ told the police.
    Her uncle Raleigh considered Ann “brilliant.” Ann gave off a confidence that could be misconstrued in a child. It could be mistaken as flirtatiousness. Her cousin, Eddie Cavallo, was 14 years old when she disappeared. “She was a little sweetheart,” he says. “She was like a teddy bear; you wanted to give her a little squeeze. She attracted males; she elicited a response from boys. She was a very sexual little kid. It was the way she was wired.”
    Both the family and police knew the clock was ticking. “Hopes for the safe return of the missing youngster, believed to be barefoot and clad in only an ankle-length nightgown, continued to wane,” the Tacoma News Tribune reported. Over the Labor Day weekend, more than 600 men from the Army’s 2nd Battle Group, 39th Infantry, stationed at Ft. Lewis, and National Guardsmen from Camp Murray staged a massive ground search. It was too windy to take a helicopter up, but they covered 700-acre Point Defiance Park on foot, a mostly undeveloped wilderness in the middle of urban sprawl. Point Defiance was where the last, or one of the last, photographs of Ann was taken. Bev had taken Ann to the park’s zoo so she could feed the goats.
    A number of Tacoma residents had dusted off their Ouija boards—a popular Christmas item the year before, by now relegated to the hall closet. They called police to say Ann was safe; Ann was far away from Tacoma by now; Ann was somewhere at Point Defiance Park. When the winds did let up, an Army pilot and a Tacoma police officer used a helicopter to cover the park from the air. They flew over its beaches, cliffs, wooded areas, boat house, and sewer outfall. They went as low as they could over Commencement Bay and “The Narrows,” what folks called the Tacoma Narrows Bridge, which connects the city and the Kitsap Peninsula.
    A dream took Alfred S___ from his home in Seattle to Tacoma, via a Greyhound bus. From the bus station he took a taxi to the Burr house. The 79-year-old man told Bev and Don that he had had a vision or a religious revelation that Ann was being kept in the back bedroom of a white house with green trim. He stated that the Lord had provided the vision, and the Lord had even provided an address, 4548 Pearl Street. Detectives Johnson and Six took Mr. S___ to the police station where he told his story again. Then they put him on a bus back to Seattle. Bev asked the police to check out 4548 Pearl Street. There was no house at 4548 Pearl Street; there was a Piggly Wiggly grocery store under construction. There were several white houses with green trim nearby, but they decided it wasn’t worth knocking on the doors.
    Over the holiday weekend, the police returned to homes in North Tacoma that hadn’t been searched earlier. Detectives, in old clothes and with flashlights, meticulously crawled under houses and into attics.
    The town’s Public Works Department began combing the main sewer lines near the Burr house. A three man crew went underground “using portable lights to probe the pitch black flumes of the city’s sewer network through the North End,” the Tacoma News Tribune told its readers who were following the search for Ann. At low tide, volunteer scuba divers went to the end of the line—the main outfall pipe on Commencement Bay, not far from Tacoma’s favorite night spot, The Top of the Ocean— where the rushing flow of storm drainage and sewage was rapid enough to push a body out the pipe and into the bay. But it hadn’t. Man holes and catch basins were searched and two muddy ponds in Buckley Gulch, which ran just a block from the Burr house, were drained. Citizen volunteers searched the nearby city of Fircrest, focusing on the construction site of a stadium for