In the winter of 2012, FBI investigators spent dozens of hours in the interrogation rooms at the Anchorage prison.
They spoke with a man who sat across from them, his hands folded on the table, methodically describing the murders he had committed over the course of a decade.
He provided details that only he could have known.
He explained patterns that defied explanation.
Sometimes he asked the investigators questions in return, as if he were the one conducting the interrogation.
During one of the sessions, he told the agents, “You know more about me than anyone else.
” It was true, but the truth was also that the investigators still didn’t know enough about him, and he understood that better than they did.
Israel Keyes was born on January 7th, 1978, in Richmond, Utah.
He was the second of 10 children in a family that successively changed religions, Mormonism, various Protestant denominations, until it eventually settled on what Keyes himself later called a militarized white supremacist anti-Semitic church.
In 1983, the family moved to a remote plot of land north of Colville, Washington.
There stood a one-room log cabin on Rocky Creek Road, without electricity, without running water, without any connection to the outside world.
The children grew up in isolation.
They were homeschooled.
The nearest neighbor was several miles away.
Keyes’s father first brought the family into the Ark organization, then into the Christian Israel Covenant Church, both of which espoused white nationalism and were preparing for an armed confrontation with the government.
12-year-old Israel, in his own words, listened with great interest to conversations about how to hide weapons, how to live in the woods, and how not to leave any traces.
On April 22nd, 1998, at the age of 20, Keyes enlisted in the US Army.
He served as a specialist in Alpha Company, 1st Battalion, 5th Infantry Regiment, 25th Infantry Division.
He served at Fort Lewis and Fort Hood, spending part of his tour overseas.
In 2001, he was honorably discharged.
The Army gave him what reinforced everything he had known since childhood.
Discipline, the ability to navigate the terrain, handling weapons, and one very specific quality, the ability to act under stress without emotional breakdowns.
After his discharge, he moved to Neah Bay, Washington.
It was there, according to investigators, that the murders began.
Investigators were never able to pinpoint exactly when Case killed for the first time.
He himself was in no hurry to reveal this information.
He confessed to approximately eight additional victims beyond the three confirmed ones, but provided only fragments, geographical clues, time frames, details of methods, never giving the full picture.
According to a reconstruction by FBI investigators, based on his testimony and travel logs, the active killings began after 2001 and continued for almost exactly a decade.
During that time, he traveled to dozens of states.
The FBI recorded about 30 of his trips between 2004 and 2012, each of which could have concealed a crime.
A central feature of his method was what are known as kill caches.
Case would bury them long before he planned to use them, sometimes a year in advance, sometimes two.
He would fly to the target state, rent a car, drive to a remote area, and bury a waterproof plastic container with pre-prepared contents, duct tape, rope, a shovel, chemicals, drain cleaner, and lye to destroy evidence, a silenced pistol,
ammunition, and cash.
Then he would return to Alaska, live a normal life, and wait.
When the time came, he would fly there again, retrieve the container, and begin.
The scheme was sophisticated precisely because it completely severed the chronological link between the criminal and the crime scene.
The date of the gun purchase did not match the date of the murder, and the date of the trip to the state did not coincide with anything suspicious.
He did not use a cell phone during operations.
He did not use credit cards when he did not want to.
He never chose victims he knew.
He never struck in the same region twice in a row.
In the summer of 2011, Case flew to the eastern part of the country.
He stayed at a hotel in Vermont.
On the night of June 8th, he left his room, walked to the residential neighborhood of Essex, and found a house he had scouted out in advance.
William Carrier, whom everyone called Bill, was 50 years old.
His wife, Lorraine, was 55.
Both worked.
Bill as an engineer, Lorraine at a local school.
They had no children, no dogs, either.
The garage was attached to the house.
It was precisely these criteria that Case had used to choose them.
Strangers living a predictable routine in a house with easy access with no one around who might raise the alarm prematurely.
Shortly before midnight, he cut the telephone wire on the street, broke into the garage, and made his way to the kitchen.
Bill and Lorraine were asleep.
They woke up to the presence of a man in the room, dressed in black from head to toe, with a headlamp and a gun in his hand.
Case tied them up with plastic zip ties.
He asked about the safe, their bank cards, and any weapons in the house.
Lorraine kept a gun for self-defense.
Case took it.
Then he forced them both into their own car and drove them to an abandoned house he had found in the area beforehand.
The house was a few miles from their home.
There, Case took what he wanted, including the contents of a container he had buried nearby 2 years earlier.
The bodies of Bill and Lorraine Carrier were never found.
Case confessed to their murders during interrogations, but he never revealed the exact burial site.
According to him, Bill was killed in the abandoned house, and Lorraine was killed elsewhere, separately.
Investigators, based on the nature of his other crimes, suspected that chemicals were used to dispose of the remains.
In the winter of 2012, Case was in Anchorage, the city where he lived, worked as a construction worker, raised his daughter, and was considered a quiet, reliable neighbor.
On February 1st, he pulled up to the small Common Grounds coffee stand on Tudor Road.
18-year-old Samantha Koenig was working behind the counter.
Case walked in after closing time.
He was armed.
He threatened her with a gun, tied her up, dragged her out of the stand, and put her in his white pickup truck, which was parked across the street.
A surveillance camera recorded his arrival, but did not capture the license plate number.
He took Samantha to his home, to a shed on the property.
There, he raped her.
Then, he strangled her with a rope.
He left the body in the shed, and the next day flew off on a pre-planned cruise with his girlfriend, a 2-week vacation in the Caribbean.
When he returned, the body had been in the shed for several weeks.
He took it out, made it up, applied makeup, braided the hair, and sewed the eyelids shut with fishing line, so the eyes would remain open.
He took a fresh copy of the Anchorage Daily News, held it up to the body, and took a photo, proof of life.
He sent the photo to Samantha’s family with a demand that they deposit $30,000 into her bank account.
The family paid.
Case obtained the card details, and withdrew money from ATMs.
He then dismembered the body, took it to Lake Matanuska, Susitna, chopped a hole in the ice with an axe, and lowered the remains into the water.
After that, he set off on a long road trip across the country.
He withdrew money from Samantha’s card at ATMs in New Mexico, Arizona, and Texas.
ATM camera footage captured his face.
Texas police identified his license plate number in March 2012 during a routine traffic stop.
Samantha Koenig’s driver’s license was found in the car.
Israel Keyes was arrested on March 13th, 2012 in Lubbock, Texas.
He was 34 years old.
In prison, he behaved in a way no one expected.
He began to talk.
Not immediately, not fully, but he talked.
FBI special agent Jolene Gordon spent dozens of hours with him in interrogation rooms.
Other investigators took turns, but Keyes kept returning to the conversation.
A psychological evaluation conducted after his arrest determined sane, above average intelligence, pronounced antisocial traits.
He wasn’t crazy in the clinical sense.
He knew exactly what he was doing, including in the interrogation room.
The transcripts of these conversations, some of which the FBI later made publicly available on the vault.
FBI, make a strange impression.
Keyes speaks calmly.
He smiles occasionally.
He explains the logic behind his actions in the tone of someone being asked to describe a work process.
He talked about how he buried stashes in advance, how he selected victims based on indirect clues, the presence of a garage, the absence of a dog, the absence of children, a predictable routine.
He called it work.
When investigator Gordon was drafting her report, deliberately mimicking his turns of phrase, maintaining the tone of the conversation, he noticed it, and it seemed appreciated it.
At one of the sessions he said, “You know more about me than anyone else.
” And immediately added something to that non-verbally.
A pause.
He watched for a reaction.
He took his time.
That was the whole point.
At each session he revealed a little more than at the previous one.
Sometimes names, sometimes geographical hints, sometimes details of the method.
Never the full picture.
The investigators understood that he was controlling the pace.
He agreed to name specific things only in exchange for conditions.
A limited sentence, the chance to die outside of death row, and certain arrangements regarding his daughter.
At some point it became clear he wasn’t afraid of punishment.
Death didn’t scare him.
What troubled him was what would remain after his death.
To whom, what, and in what form? He thought of it as his final project.
As his final operation.
On the night of December 1st to 2nd, 2012, Israel Keyes killed himself in his cell at the Anchorage prison.
He had inserted the blade of a disposable razor into a pencil so that it wouldn’t be visible during a search.
He slit the veins on his wrist.
Then he twisted a sheet into a noose and strangled himself.
Four pages of notes were found beneath his body written on yellow legal paper in pencil and ink.
Some smeared with blood.
The text was partially rhymed.
He criticized American consumerism and the banality of everyday life writing about his murders not as crimes but as events that gave meaning to existence.
The FBI analyzed the text and determined that there were no hidden codes or investigative leads regarding other victims.
The notes were not a confession.
They were an epitaph written for himself.
Drawings were found under his bed.
11 skulls and a pentagram drawn in blood on paper hidden under the mattress.
The FBI interpreted the skulls as a symbolic representation of the 11 victims, the number of murders investigators consider confirmed or probable.
Three victims have been officially identified: William Carrier, Lorraine Carrier, and Samantha Koenig.
Seven or eight others have not.
Based on fragments of his testimony, the FBI reconstructed several probable time frames and geographic areas.
Debra Feldman, a woman from New Jersey who went missing in April 2009, is considered a probable victim with a high degree of certainty.
Several other cases, presumably in Washington, Oregon, and New York.
The bodies have not been found.
The names have not been identified.
The cases remain open.
Over the years, the FBI has issued public appeals seeking help identifying possible victims of case.
It published photographs of items found among his belongings.
Jewelry, children’s toys, and clothing that did not belong to any of the identified victims.
It published an interactive map of his routes from 1997 to 2012.
It requested information about disappearances that coincided in time and location with his travels.
The number of responses was limited.
Most leads did not yield results.
As of today, the fate of seven or eight people who were most likely killed by Israel remains unknown.
In parallel with the murder investigation, investigators attempted to reconstruct his psychological profile, not a clinical one, but an operational one.
How did he live? Why did no one notice? In Anchorage, he was known as a quiet, reliable contractor.
He had a daughter whom he reportedly loved.
He drove her to activities and was involved in her life.
He didn’t drink or use drugs.
He kept his house in order.
Neighbors described him as reserved, but not strange.
There was no trace of him online, no social media, no forums, no registrations.
He deliberately existed outside the digital realm at a time when most people were already living within it.
The case didn’t fit into standard categories.
He wasn’t an impulsive killer.
Each crime was planned months, sometimes years, in advance.
He was neither a celebrity stalker nor a sadist seeking publicity.
He did everything to ensure that no one would ever find him.
He left no message for society, made no attempt to manipulate the press, and had no contact with the police until he was caught.
He had a working life, a family, a routine, and alongside that existed another person who would fly to another state, dig up a pre-prepared container, and return as if nothing had happened.
This duality was not accidental.
It was a structural element of his existence.
Two worlds that never intersected until Samantha Koenig was caught on an ATM camera.
One of the most disturbing aspects of the case is the unknown number of victims.
Case lived this way for 10 years.
He buried up to 12 stashes in different states across the country.
He made trips at intervals that fit into a normal business or vacation schedule.
Assuming that every trip intended to result in a murder did indeed end in murder, the number of victims far exceeds 11.
He never gave a complete answer.
He managed information as a resource, dispensing it in measured doses, maintaining leverage.
When negotiations over a deal reached an impasse, he took that resource with him.
In December 2012, everything came to an end.
Prison officials did not explain how he managed to hide the blade.
The FBI stated that Case’s death had become a serious obstacle to the investigation.
The case remains formally open.
Several families whose loved ones went missing during Kases’ active period still do not know whether their tragedies are connected to him.
The jewelry, published by the FBI as items of unknown origin, has never been identified.
Israel Kases’ page is still up on the FBI website urging the public to provide information.
Every year it gets views from people searching for something that might answer a question left unanswered.
Kases was easy to deal with in the sense that he created the illusion of approachability.
He talked.
He smiled.
He explained.
But every time the investigators thought they had gotten to the bottom of things, it turned out he had opened yet another door, not the last one.
Investigator Godden said in an interview that after his death, it took her a while to realize they never found out the most important thing.
He died on his own terms.
That too was part of the plan.
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