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- July 12, 1993: The Landscaper's Secrets
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- July 12, 1993 Reno:The Real Thing
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- CRIME, Page 41
- The Landscaper's Secrets
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>No one missed the victims until a serial killer stumbled into
- the hands of the law
- </p>
- <p>By KEVIN FEDARKO--With reporting by Massimo Calabresi/New York
- </p>
- <p> The home Joel Rifkin shared with his sister and widowed mother
- on Long Island is a horticulturist's delight. Lush beds of lavender,
- lamb's ears, lilies, begonias, irises and poppies surround the
- house. The box hedges are perfectly manicured. A magnolia tree
- thrives. The plants are a living testament to Joel Rifkin's
- gifts as a gardener. "Joel could tell you exactly what's growing,"
- says Frank Barton, who lives across the street from the landscaper.
- "He knew how long it'll grow and when it'll die." But Joel Rifkin
- cultivated life and death in other, more odious ways. And last
- week he revealed a terrifying bouquet of evil.
- </p>
- <p> At 3:15 a.m. on June 28, New York State troopers spotted a pickup
- truck without a license plate cruising Long Island's Southern
- State Parkway. The officers tried to pull the vehicle over,
- but the driver refused to stop. The ensuing chase ended 15 minutes
- later when Rifkin, 34, obliged his pursuers by crashing into
- a utility pole. The troopers opened the door. They removed him
- from the cab. They cuffed him. And then somebody noticed the
- odor coming from beneath the tarpaulin in back.
- </p>
- <p> It was the body of a woman, bloated with decay. She had a purple
- rose tattooed on her left wrist. Another tattoo, a cross of
- leaves, adorned her hip. Rifkin admitted to picking up the woman--a prostitute, he said matter-of-factly--in Manhattan the
- previous week. She got into his mother's car. They had sex.
- He strangled her. Now he was on his way to Republic Airport
- in East Farmingdale to dispose of her corpse.
- </p>
- <p> During the next 10 hours, Rifkin coolly explained to a group
- of incredulous officers that scattered throughout the woods,
- canals and industrial dumps of the New York metropolitan area,
- lay the bodies of 16 other women he murdered during the past
- three years. The interrogation ended only when his family hired
- a lawyer and police were told to stop asking questions.
- </p>
- <p> By week's end, based on his own testimony, investigators connected
- Rifkin with the murders of at least 13 women. The bodies of
- Leah Evens, Anna Lopez and two others had been dumped in remote
- areas off highways on Long Island and in upstate New York. Three
- more unidentified women had been jammed into 55-gal. oil drums
- and submerged in local canals. The skeletal remains of another
- was found stuffed beneath a rotting mattress near Kennedy Airport.
- (Investigators located the remains only after Rifkin told them
- where to look.) Suddenly, a perpetrator had emerged for unsolved
- mysteries--a body found two years ago in a steamer trunk adrift
- in the Harlem River; a torso and dismembered limbs discovered
- last summer floating off Manhattan. A bloodied wheelbarrow and
- a chainsaw found in Rifkin's garage suggested macabre labors.
- </p>
- <p> The women Rifkin preyed on came from New York City's estimated
- 5,000 streetwalkers. For them murder is only one of many occupational
- hazards. About half have AIDS. Still more are addicted to drugs.
- Most have lost contact with their families and quietly slipped
- through the cracks; their disappearances tend to draw little
- attention and even less concern.
- </p>
- <p> Rifkin, though, wanted to remember them. From each, it seems,
- he kept some souvenir. In his cluttered bedroom police found
- credit cards and driver's licenses. Other items were more poignant--and pitiable. A shoe. An earring. A bra. A brooch.
- </p>
- <p> "I don't go out with everybody--I gotta look at'm first, gotta
- talk to'm first," says "Maria," a denizen of Rifkin's Lower
- Manhattan hunting grounds. But who would have suspected? Those
- who knew the adopted son of a respected Long Island school-board
- official are reeling in disbelief. "When I would come home at
- 1 or 2 in the morning," said Barton's 23-year-old daughter,
- "if I saw the garage light on, I'd feel safe because I knew
- Joel was around. Scary thought..."
- </p>
- <p> In grade school, his hunched shoulders earned Rifkin the nickname
- "the Turtle." He never dated. The bumper sticker on his truck
- reads, STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES, BUT WHIPS AND CHAINS
- EXCITE ME. Still, no one knew that beneath Rifkin's banal facade
- lurked an abomination. And therein, say experts, lies the paradox
- of the serial killer: even as he lives a secret life of sex-driven
- crime, on the surface he is your neighbor.
- </p>
- <p> The FBI estimates that somewhere between 10 and 50 serial killers
- are still at large in America. Trolling the night, they serve
- as reminders that the Jeffrey Dahmers, the Ted Bundys, the Joel
- Rifkins rend a community far wider than the victims they butcher.
- Who can be sure that a neighbor's yard does not harbor a garden
- of satanic delights?
- </p>
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- </article>
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