Kidnapped: Cindy Paulson, Part XVII: Jewelry

Jewelry. Mementoes. The small things a killer keeps. To Cindy’s mind, her jewelry was part of her indelible glamour, a sign-post to her worth. That Robert Hansen didn’t seem to want it was a perplexing anomaly. He didn’t even want her cash. This man was weird, she concluded.

But of course, there would be plenty of time to claim those things once he’d killed her. He was in no hurry to smash and grab. And now, as she talked of these things, Sgt. Flothe grasped another truth. Cindy’s “valuable” jewelry, worth “thousands” of dollars was, in fact, nothing but cheap, gaudy costume jewelry designed to deceive the eye.

Perhaps Hansen would have taken some of it anyway. They’d never know. But troopers would soon learn that Hansen went for the good stuff. For the gold.

Purchase Butcher, Baker

Cindy Paulson
Cindy Paulson


FLOTHE: At any time did it seem like he had been drinking or on drugs or anything like that?

CINDY: No. Just seemed like he was kinda weird. But at first it did, you know (inaudible) and then he started doing inappropriate… And he didn’t never take no money. No jewelry. I had all the jewelry I owned on. And he didn’t take none of it.

FLOTHE: Why do you think that’s unusual? You mentioned that a couple times.

CINDY: I don’t know. It’s just very strange. You know, ‘cause I had about two or three thousand dollars worth of jewelry on. And I had about three hundred, four hundred dollars.

FLOTHE: In cash?

CINDY: Uh huh. And then the money he gave me, he didn’t take it back.

FLOTHE: Oh, he didn’t?

CINDY: No, he did not.

FLOTHE: Keep the two hundred dollars? Was that in… What denominations?

CINDY: Fifties.

FLOTHE: So it was like four fifties?

CINDY: Yep.

FLOTHE: So you actually had your shoes on? Or how did your shoes get into the car?

CINDY: OK. I was in the chair and my shoes were off and I was thinking I’m gonna break when I get outside. You know, I’m gonna take off running. You see, we didn’t go outside. So I put my shoes on and walked. My shoes were pumps, they were like… they had the front covered and the back covered… they were slip on type shoes, so I just… when I got in the car I just took ‘em off. You didn’t have to unbuckle them or nothing.

Pumps (shoes) from gravesite
Shoes Found in One of Hansen’s Gravesites (Anchorage Times)

FLOTHE: Did he turn any music on? Was there a radio playing or anything?

CINDY: TV. And then the TV went off and there was static.

FLOTHE: The TV (went off).

CINDY: I would say it’s a colored 19-inch screen TV.

FLOTHE: Where was that?

CINDY: In the corner, right here. (points to diagram)

Jewelry and TV: Hansen's den
TV and computer in Hansen’s den (courtesy Alaska State Troopers)

FLOTHE: Oh. How did… Did he turn it on?

CINDY: Uh huh.

FLOTHE: When did he turn that on?

CINDY: I think when he laid down he turned it on. As a matter of fact, he did, ‘cause he said he was gonna go to sleep. And I could watch TV or something.


This was Cindy’s reality: Five hours chained to a post. Five hours of watching Bob Hansen sleep. Five hours of television, slowly diminishing to static and a scratchy screen gone blank. The near-human sound of dog paws scattering across the floor above her. And somewhere in the room a clock, slowly ticking away the remaining hours of her life.

Kidnapped: Cindy Paulson, Part XVI: Pool Stick

More than once, Cindy contemplated ways to incapacitate Robert Hansen so that she could escape his deadly grasp. It was, to be sure, a case of magical thinking. The reality was that when she wasn’t tied with a rope, she was tied with a chain. And the handcuffs were ever-present. The cliche that “desperate times call for desperate measures,” comes to mind. No question, Cindy was desperate. Hell, she was ready to bean him with a pool stick.

A pool stick? Really? If she was going to save herself, her cooler instincts needed to prevail.

Purchase Butcher, Baker

Cindy Paulson
Cindy Paulson


FLOTHE: When you got… Did he tell you anything when you got into the car? At the house.

CINDY: Like what part?

FLOTHE: Did he talk to you or say anything to you when you’re getting into the car in the garage?

CINDY: Yep. ‘Lay down. Don’t ‘cause no problems, because whoever sees you in my car I’m gonna have to kill them and you.’

FLOTHE: You say he covered you with a blanket. What did the blanket look like?

CINDY: Like a regular Army blanket.

FLOTHE: Do you know where he got that?

CINDY: Un unh.

FLOTHE: So he had the rope in the front seat…

CINDY: Yep, and the gun too.

FLOTHE: And the gun. And you’re handcuffed how? Front or back?

CINDY: In the front. Laying down in the back seat. And my shoes were on the right hand side in the back seat. And I didn’t have a purse. And I had a green coat. I mean, I had a purple coat and a blue and white shirt and [end of tape]

Pool Stick

FLOTHE: It’s 9:17 pm. We ran out on the other tape and we just put another tape in. I was asking you the question, Cindy, did you leave anything in the house?

CINDY: Um… Just a towel that I had peed on. I was scared to pee… I wasn’t too scared I was just…

FLOTHE: Why was the towel there to begin with?

CINDY: I don’t know. It was laying on the couch. You see, I couldn’t reach it very good. I had to reach up with my leg and my arm and stretch, ‘cause it was choking me. But I was gonna hit him with a pool stick. But then I figured if I killed him, I would be left for dead. And if I didn’t kill him, he would kill me.

Pool Stick -- Pool Table
Pool Table in Hansen’s Den (courtesy Alaska State Troopers)

FLOTHE: Where was the pool stick?

CINDY: Laying on the pool table. (sniffles)

FLOTHE: OK.

[pause]

FLOTHE: Did he have a holster with that gun?

CINDY: No, he didn’t.

FLOTHE: Did you see any other guns at any time?

CINDY: No, I did not.

FLOTHE: So there was a rope in the front seat, the gun was in the front seat and you’re in the back seat.

CINDY: Yep. Laying down.

FLOTHE: Laying down. Now when you’re at the airport… Oh, you mentioned the airplane seat… Now, when does that come in?

CINDY: OK. That was, see… I was chained downstairs when he was getting everything ready in the car. OK. And see what he did, I think, is put that in the trunk.

FLOTHE: ‘Cause it was in the back seat when he picked you up.

CINDY: Uh huh. And it wasn’t in there when I laid down.

FLOTHE: When you left the house, do you remember whether or not that car was still in the driveway?

CINDY: No, I didn’t even see. I was laying down.

FLOTHE: So you don’t know if it was there or not?

CINDY: No. But I know it was there when we came there.

FLOTHE: At any time you were in the house did you hear any noises or sounds that…

CINDY: It sounded like there could have been other people there, but I don’t really… I’m not for sure. Could have just been the dogs.

FLOTHE: What makes you think there might have been somebody there?

CINDY: ‘Cause I kept hearing walking around and all this goofy stuff. But I could have been just, you know, trippin’.


See also: Kidnapped: The Cindy Paulson Story [Installment One]

Robert Hansen’s Hidden Cache

Like other serial killers, Hansen kept mementoes of his kills; it was a way for him to revisit and re-live his savage butchery in the privacy of his own home. That wasn’t the only thing he hid; as a convicted felon, he was banned from owning guns. For investigators, his hidden cache in the attic was a treasure trove, as this excerpt from “Butcher, Baker” illustrates:

“In the corner was a Remington 552 rifle, .22 caliber. A Thompson Contender 7mm single shot pistol. An aviation map, with marks on it. Some jewelry, including a gold arrowhead necklace. A few newspaper clippings. A Winchester 12-gauge shotgun. And, best of all, a .223 caliber Mini-14: the murder weapon.”

Excerpt From: Walter Gilmour & Leland E. Hale. “Butcher, Baker.”


Hidden Cache: Hansen's guns
Hansen’s Weapon Cache (courtesy Alaska State Troopers; found in the attic of Hansen’s residence, note the handgun at center left, identified as a Thompson Contender)

Hidden Cache
Remington 552 (.22 caliber)

Hidden Cache
Thompson Center Arms Contender (7mm, single shot)

The Thompson Contender was the long-barrel gun that Cindy Paulson identified as the one Hansen used during her kidnapping. A weapon that delivers rifle-like accuracy and power in a handgun, it’s use in Cindy’s abduction had another purpose: it’s sheer size was intimidating.

Hidden Cache
Victim Mementoes from Hidden Cache (courtesy Alaska State Troopers; modeled by AST personnel)

The gold fish necklace (second from right) belonged to Hansen victim Andra Altiery. The single-pearl ring (far left) may also have belonged to Ms. Altiery. She is still listed as a “missing person.

Hansen's Hidden Cache
Winchester 1300 Shotgun (12 gauge)

Hansen's Hidden Cache
Hansen’s .223 — His Preferred Murder Weapon (courtesy Alaska State Troopers)


See also: Frozen Ground, The (Internet Movie Firearms Database)

Kidnapped: Cindy Paulson, Part XV: Mr. Franklin

Mr. Franklin wasn’t Cindy’s first pimp. Mr. Franklin was her latest pimp. Plagued by a tortuous home life (poverty and abuse were constants), Cindy started running away from home at age 12. On the streets, she met her first pimp. He took her in, bought her nice clothes and gave her jewelry. By the time she was 15, she was his “main lady;” he dressed her in furs and let her drive his Lincoln Continental.

1979 Lincoln Continental
1979 Lincoln Continental Town Car (Ford Motor Company)

Cindy still loved her fur coats and jewelry. Mr. Franklin made sure she had them. That and a goodly supply of drugs — mostly cocaine. And, as was always the case, he played her off his other “girls.” Drugs and jealousy were the pimp’s chosen way to control his “stable.” Of the two, the drugs were the best-behaved, content to sit in a corner until they were called upon. Still, Mr. Franklin knew how his bread got buttered; when Cindy got in trouble, his instinct was to protect her.


In this installment, we catch up with Cindy just as she escapes from Robert Hansen. Mr. Franklin will soon become intimately involved in the situation.

Purchase Butcher, Baker

Cindy Paulson
Cindy Paulson

CINDY: … [Since] I was staying at the Big Timber, I knew, you know, I’m getting the fuck out of there… Finally, I just was so scared, I just ran

FLOTHE: Did he [Hansen] run after you?

CINDY: Yeah, with a gun.

FLOTHE: Did he say anything?

CINDY: Said, ‘I’m gonna get you.’

FLOTHE: And you just kept right on running.

CINDY: Hell, yeah. Barefoot in the gravel. Handcuffed. Tears are swimmin’ down my eyes and I’m just… I mean, if you would have seen me then and now, you wouldn’t believe it. It was a funny look when he [Mr. Franklin] first came to the motel. ‘Is that you? My God.’ I told him, look, take ‘em [the handcuffs] off. I never do nothing wrong.

FLOTHE: Still had the handcuffs on?

CINDY: Yeah. And Mr. Franklin, at that time, he even went after the guy with a gun.

FLOTHE: Pardon?

CINDY: (laughs) He even went after this guy with a gun.

FLOTHE: He did?

CINDY: Yeah.

FLOTHE: When did he do that?

CINDY: When the police had came to the motel. And they were trying to ask me where Mr. Franklin was. Said, ‘I don’t know. He left.’

FLOTHE: Did he… Did he find him?

CINDY: No.

FLOTHE: Oh, Mr. Franklin didn’t find him.

CINDY: Un unh. He went over there.

FLOTHE: To the airport?

CINDY: Yep.

50 Cent as Mr. Franklin (The Frozen Ground)
50 Cent as “Clete Johnson,” aka Mr. Franklin (The Frozen Ground)

Later in the interview, Sgt. Flothe again asked about Mr. Franklin.

FLOTHE: Do you know if Mr. Franklin ever had any contact with Hansen at all?

CINDY: I don’t know.

FLOTHE: You don’t know?

CINDY: Uh unh. Did his plane get blew up?

FLOTHE: No, no.

CINDY: No. I don’t really know.

Robert Hansen's Supercub
Robert Hansen’s Supercub (Anchorage Times)


See also: Kidnapped: The Cindy Paulson Story [Installment One]

Eclipse 2017

eclipse 2017

Eclipse 2017 photos (eclipse sequence)

Details

Photographer: Lorraine Miller
Date: August 21, 2017
Location: Heritage University, Toppenish, WA
Time Stamp: 9:09 AM to 11:42 AM, PDT
Maximum coverage: 10:22 AM at 96% (middle frame)
Camera: Canon EOS 80D
Lens: 250 mm
Filter: Seymour Solar
Image Type: Canon RAW
Settings: ISO 100; f5.6; 1/500
Post-Processing:

  • Adobe Lightroom (developed RAW images)
  • Adobe Photoshop (aligned and distributed images; exported to PNG)

Kidnapped: Cindy Paulson, Part XIV: Almost Dead

With the prospect of leaving Hansen’s house and getting into an airplane looming in her consciousness, Cindy’s thoughts were increasingly characterized by two words. Almost Dead.

At first, she wasn’t sure she’d even make it out of the house alive. And then she had darker thoughts, where both she and Hansen ended up dead. She had to be patient, she thought, but not too patient. Escape was always top of mind. If she didn’t do something about it, almost dead would become DOORNAIL DEAD.

Purchase Butcher, Baker

Cindy Paulson
Cindy Paulson


FLOTHE: About what time was it that you left the house?

CINDY: Oh about 10:30 in the morning.

FLOTHE: OK. Now he awakes. How did you get your clothes back on?

CINDY: I put ‘em on.

FLOTHE: Were you handcuffed at that time?

CINDY: Yep. And then when I had to put on my shirt and stuff, he would uncuff one hand, stand there and wait, and then cuff it right back.

FLOTHE: Were you still in chains?

CINDY: No. Just before we left he unchained me. See, that’s when I thought he was gonna shoot me downstairs.

FLOTHE: Why? Why did you think that?

CINDY: Gosh, I don’t know. I just got the strangest feeling this guy was going to shoot me, you know. And I was really upset. Trippin’. I was real nervous.

Almost Dead: Hansen's .223 murder weapon
Hansen’s .223 — His Preferred Murder Weapon (courtesy Alaska State Troopers)

FLOTHE: Did he do anything else before you left? Was he doing anything in the house before you left?

CINDY: No. He left everything out.

FLOTHE: OK. Did he put anything in the car?

Almost Dead: What if he wrecks and kills us both?

CINDY: Yes. But I don’t remember what. I was chained up at the time. See… See he told me, ‘Even if you do tell,’ you know, he said ‘well I have an alibi ‘cause my friends will say I was at the lake with them.’ I don’t know, but some of the detectives said they talked to his friends. I don’t know what they said. Whatever. But… I didn’t take a lie detector test. But I should have… But I will take one.

FLOTHE: Why didn’t you?

CINDY: ‘Cause at the time I really couldn’t… ‘Cause I was up here with someone else and, you know, that person was ready to go and I didn’t want to be left here. ‘Cause I love the person a lot and I needed him at the time. And I didn’t realize that I really didn’t need him.

FLOTHE: Are you talking about Mr. Franklin?

CINDY: Yes.

FLOTHE: OK.

NOTE: “Mr. Franklin” was Cindy’s pimp. His ability to influence her decisions — even against Cindy’s own best interests — led her to some questionable outcomes. Sgt. Flothe spent many months worrying about their relationship.

FLOTHE: So he [Hansen]… he mentioned to you something to the effect that he would have an alibi?

CINDY: Um hmm. That his friends would tell ‘em (inaudible)

FLOTHE: So when you left the downstairs, how did you leave?

CINDY: Oh, with the handcuffs on. We went to the car. And then I’m thinking, ‘shit, you know, I got it made.’ I’m laying in the back seat with a blanket over me. I’m thinking, well, I could throw the blanket up, cover his head up. And all this time, the rope that this man had tied my neck with was in the front passenger seat, where the gun was. Thinking I could cover his head up. But what if he wrecks and kills us both?

FLOTHE: When you were in the car?

CINDY: Um hmm.

Almost Dead: Merrill Field, pre-1970
Merrill Field, Pre-1970 (courtesy FAA; the Big Timber is on Fifth Avenue, due west of the airfield; the area was more built-up by the ’80s, but still characterized by open space.)

FLOTHE: So you decided not to do that?

CINDY: [I decided] to wait till we get to the airport. And I was thinking, wow, we’re going to the airport. He said Merrill Air Field. And I was staying at the Big Timber, so I knew, you know, I’m getting the fuck out of there. So I just waited. Finally, I just was so scared, I just ran

Almost Dead: Big Timber looking west on 5th Avenue
Big Timber, looking across Fifth Avenue (copyright, Leland E. Hale; Merrill Field is at the photographer’s back)


See also: Kidnapped: The Cindy Paulson Story [Installment One]

Kidnapped: Cindy Paulson, Part XIII: The Cabin

After talking briefly about Robert Hansen’s two dogs, whose meanderings gave Cindy the vague sense there were other people in the house, Sgt. Flothe led the topic back to Hansen’s plan to extend Cindy’s captivity. After sleeping for five hours, Bob woke up to tell her he was going to fly her to a cabin on a lake. Ever fearful of the man, his newest revelation took Cindy to a new level of despair — and strengthened her resolve to escape, some way, any way.

Purchase Butcher, Baker

Cindy Paulson
Cindy Paulson


FLOTHE: So he wakes up, and he tells you about the girls and tells you he wants to take you to the cabin. Did he tell where the cabin was at?

CINDY: Yep, but I can’t remember. A lake.

FLOTHE: On a lake?

CINDY: Yup. He said it was a friend of his cabin. That he wanted to take me there ‘cause it’s pretty. I don’t remember whether he called [his friend] Richard… Or Dick. But how his friend used to always bring his wife out there and make… and, you know, have sex with her and everything. And he never did that so he wanted to take me out there to have sex with me.

Cabin: Lake Hood area
Hansen Flight Map with Lakes & Cabins (#1 – Lake Hood area, northwest of Anchorage; courtesy Anchorage Public Defenders Office)

Cabin: Gasline area Kenai
Hansen Flight Map with Lakes & Cabins (#2 – Gasline area, southwest of Anchorage; courtesy Anchorage Public Defenders Office)

Cabin: Summit Lake, Kenai
Hansen Flight Map with Lake & Cabin (#3 – Summit Lake area, Kenai Peninsula; courtesy Anchorage Public Defenders Office)

The “tick marks” on Hansen’s original flight maps (above) reveal multiple sites — north and south of Anchorage — where lakes and cabins coexist in close proximity (as well as where bodies were found). Robert Hansen didn’t need a “friend’s cabin.” There were plenty to choose from; indeed, after his arrest, police were able to link Hansen to multiple cabin burglaries.

FLOTHE: Did he act like he was jealous?

CINDY: Kind of. He was just acting like he wanted an alibi.

FLOTHE: An alibi?

CINDY: ‘Cause I was really nervous. I thought he was going to shoot me downstairs.

FLOTHE: What do you mean he acted like he wanted an alibi?

CINDY: You know, like, to tell me something so I wouldn’t be so scared.

FLOTHE: Oh. Like that it really wasn’t true. What did you think he really was gonna do?

CINDY: Shoot me. Probably push me out of the plane.

FLOTHE: Oh, OK (softly, sounding slightly skeptical).

CINDY: (inaudible) I could feel it. (inaudible)

FLOTHE: Um hmm. You were scared.

CINDY: Oh hell yeah. I was petrified.

FLOTHE: But also it sounds like you were trying to be cooperative to the point that it wouldn’t make him too mad.

CINDY: (crosstalk) ‘Cause at the time, when I was downstairs for five hours, the only thing I could think about was how I could get away. ‘Cause it wasn’t my time to die.


See also: Kidnapped: The Cindy Paulson Story [Installment One]

Kidnapped: Cindy Paulson, Part XII: The Chain

In the previous episode, Cindy Paulson was describing her “sexual relations” with Robert Hansen. She revealed that her captor wanted her to say “nasty things.” That their forced liaison was brief — Robert Hansen was a three-minute man who reached orgasm quickly — but the aftermath lasted five hours, while Hansen slept and Cindy was chained to a post in a vain attempt to keep her docile.

But Cindy’s haunting recollections were interrupted by a phone call. When they went back on tape, Cindy had to remind Flothe of what they’d been discussing. Soon, they were on to other things.

Purchase Butcher, Baker

Cindy Paulson
Cindy Paulson


FLOTHE: Time now is 9:06 pm. Had a phone call and used the restroom and we’re back on tape. (Pause) What were we talking about?

CINDY: We were talking about what this dude had did. And (inaudible) the house.

FLOTHE: OK. (Pause). Can you describe the chain to me? The chain that was around your neck?

CINDY: It was a big ol’ chain. The kind you use to tow cars with.

FLOTHE: How heavy was it? I mean…

CINDY: Real heavy.

FLOTHE: A heavy chain?

CINDY: Uh huh.

FLOTHE: Was it… What kind of condition was it in?

CINDY: Really good condition.

FLOTHE: What color was it?

CINDY: Silver.

FLOTHE: Did it look like it had been used outside?

CINDY: No.

FLOTHE: How long was it?

CINDY: Well from my neck to the thing in the floor on the wall, it was probably maybe two and a half feet.

FLOTHE: Um hmm.

[Tape goes silent, then resumes.]

Robert Hansen, hunter
Robert Hansen, the hunter, December 1969 (Anchorage Times)

FLOTHE: What did he do when he woke up?

CINDY: He came over to me. And sat down and just stared at me. And I started crying and told him all I want to do is go home to my mom.

FLOTHE: To your mom?

CINDY: Yeah.

FLOTHE: What did he say to that?

CINDY: He just said, well, ‘Don’t worry about it.’ You know, ‘Everything is going to be OK. I’m not gonna hurt you.’ And then he actually told me about the other girls.

FLOTHE: What did he say about the other girls?

CINDY: That there were seven… that he had seven other girls there before. You see, when he said that, I knew he had killed them. What girl is gonna go and do this? You know, would let this man do this to them? Well, I knew he killed them. He said that he had seven other girls and that usually he keeps them about a week.

FLOTHE: How long was he gonna keep you?

CINDY: He said that… Well, he didn’t say. He told me that since he liked me so good he would take me to his cabin and make love to me one time. And then, we would be back, so I would be back by around 11 o’clock in the afternoon (sic). And you know, I said, ‘OK, fine, that’s good.’ And I acted like I wanted to go.

Chain: I knew he killed them

FLOTHE: What if you would have acted differently? What would have happened?

CINDY: I don’t think he would have took me.

FLOTHE: What would have he done?

CINDY: Probably would have killed me in the house. Nobody would have known. It was downstairs… quiet.


As Robert Hansen’s flight map shows, the killing fields were actually in The Bush, north and south of Anchorage. The fact that he had a wife and kids at home proved to be the one (not always effective) restraint on Bob Hansen’s murderous rampage. The following image shows one of Hansen’s kill sites, north of Anchorage, in a gravel pit near the old Knik River bridge.

Chain: Robert Hansen murder site near Knik River
Hansen Murder Site near the Knik River Bridge (courtesy Alaska State Troopers)

Kidnapped: Cindy Paulson, Part XI: 3 Minutes

In the end, you could call Robert Hansen the “3 minute” man. That’s how long it took him to orgasm. And then he wanted to sleep. His sleep lasted much longer than the sex.

Of course, this wasn’t really about sex. It was about the power to humiliate his victims and some kind of sick pay-back for all the alleged “hurt” he’d experienced as a young man. Ironic, considering that he was the cause of unmitigated hurt wherever he went — starting with his parents in Iowa; extending outward to his wives and children; and finally encompassing tens of young women across Alaska.

Purchase Butcher, Baker

Cindy Paulson
Cindy Paulson

FLOTHE: So then he goes to sleep. Where did he go to sleep?

CINDY: On the pinkish-red couch. The red couch.

3 Minute Couch
The Red Couch (circled; courtesy Alaska State Troopers)

FLOTHE: And that’s at the foot of this carpet you have drawn here?

CINDY: Yeah. By the pool table side.

FLOTHE: OK, put ‘sleeping’ next to this couch so we know, that that’s… (pause while Cindy writes) OK. Did he take all of his clothes off? Or did he leave any of his clothes on, during all this time?

CINDY: When he was sleeping?

FLOTHE: Um hmm.

CINDY: He had his clothes on. Except (inaudible) He had a t-shirt on. He had his pants on. I believe it was a white t-shirt.

FLOTHE: When he had sexual relations with you on the rug, did he have his clothes on?

CINDY: Yep. No, he had his clothes off.

FLOTHE: All of his clothes?

CINDY: Yep.

FLOTHE: Is there anything about his body, with no clothes on, that you might remember? A detail or anything unusual that you might remember?

NOTE: Flothe was aware that an early Hansen victim named Robyn Patterson had said Hansen’s penis was “shaped funny, like it was deformed or something. It was short, but very large around.” He was hoping Cindy shared a similar memory of Hansen’s anatomy.

CINDY: The little wart things he had on his face. And there was (inaudible). He probably does, I just don’t remember.

FLOTHE: Did he say anything to you or talk to you when he was having sexual relations with you?

CINDY: Nasty things.

FLOTHE: What kind of nasty things?

3 Minutes of Nasty Things

CINDY: Like he said for me to tell him ‘how much I wanted it‘.

FLOTHE: Did you?

CINDY: No.

FLOTHE: Did that make him upset?

CINDY: No, ‘cause I was crying.

FLOTHE: You were crying?

CINDY: (crying) I just kept laying there.

FLOTHE: Did he get upset at any time when he was having sexual relations with you?

CINDY: No. Just ‘cause he came too fast.

FLOTHE: Did he say anything about that?

CINDY: It made him mad.

FLOTHE: How did he say that?

CINDY: He said that he don’t do it very often. Just to say how it made him mad when he comes so fast.

FLOTHE: How long did he take?

CINDY: About maybe 3 minutes. Five minutes.

FLOTHE: Did he just have vaginal intercourse?

CINDY: Yes.

FLOTHE: Did he have anal intercourse with you?

CINDY: No.

FLOTHE: OK. Did he put his penis in your mouth at any time?

CINDY: No.

FLOTHE: Or ask you to?

CINDY: Nope. The only time we did was in the car and there was a rubber on it… a condom… (phone rings)

FLOTHE: My phone is ringing. We’ll take a break at 9:02 pm.

Kidnapped: Cindy Paulson, Part X: Whipping Post

Robert Hansen took elaborate precautions to prevent Cindy Paulson from escaping. Like many a man before him, he wanted to sleep after having sex. Hansen’s drowsiness had more complex origins, though: because he was bipolar, he often went days without sleep. He had to sleep. But doing so risked setting Cindy Paulson free to roam the streets with a terrible tale to tell. His solution? Chain her to a post.

Purchase Butcher, Baker

Cindy Paulson
Cindy Paulson

FLOTHE: How did he tie you to the pole?

CINDY: ‘Cause there was little prongs sticking out of the wall that you could screw in. You know like when you hang a plant through the ceiling? It had one of them things and screwed it in.

FLOTHE: To the post?

CINDY: Yep. They [Anchorage Police] said they went there and they couldn’t see it but I don’t think they looked, ‘cause it was there.

FLOTHE: It was like a thing you hang plants from…

CINDY: Uh huh.

FLOTHE: Um hmm.

CINDY: Like one of those things you screw in the wall.

FLOTHE: Was that on the post or on the wall?

CINDY: It was on the post…

FLOTHE: Oh, on the post.

CINDY: Right up here (points to diagram). And then there was a bullet hole straight down, almost on the bottom. You couldn’t see it if you weren’t laying there.

FLOTHE: OK. How low to the floor was the bullet hole?

CINDY: About two inches.

FLOTHE: OK. And how low to the floor was this…

CINDY: More than halfway up the post.

FLOTHE: How many feet would you say that was?

CINDY: About four feet, five feet.

FLOTHE: What color was that?

CINDY: Silver.

FLOTHE: Silver color?

CINDY: Yep.

FLOTHE: How did he chain you up? Describe it the best you can.

CINDY: He wrapped the chains… OK, I was handcuffed…

FLOTHE: Um hmm.

CINDY: …And as he was taking the rope off, he put the chains on me. Wrapped the chains over here, four times… (points to coffee table diagram)

FLOTHE Um hmm.

CINDY: … And tied it in a way so if I would move, it would choke me.

FLOTHE: So the chain goes around your neck. And then where did the chain go from there?

CINDY: To the wall.

FLOTHE: You say wall but there’s a post here…

CINDY: To the post. Yeah, to the post.

Whipping Post
Couch, Post and Pool Table, Hansen’s Den (courtesy Alaska State Troopers; illustration, Leland E. Hale)

FLOTHE: OK. Did it go up to that hook or around the post?

CINDY: Up to the hook.

FLOTHE: OK.

CINDY: And it was padlocked on the hook.

FLOTHE: Oh, it was on padlocked on the hook.

CINDY: Yep.

FLOTHE: What did the padlock look like?

CINDY: Like a Masterlock. Regular padlock.

FLOTHE: What color was it?

CINDY: Silver.

FLOTHE: OK. How were you handcuffed? In the front or the back?

CINDY: In the front.

FLOTHE: OK. And did he tie your feet?

CINDY: No.

FLOTHE: So what you had then was a chain around your neck…

CINDY: Yep.

FLOTHE: …up to the post at the hook and padlocked. And you’re handcuffed in front.

CINDY: Yep.

FLOTHE: Did you have your clothes on at that time?

CINDY: Nope.

FLOTHE: Where were your clothes at that time?

CINDY: Sitting in the chair.

FLOTHE: Sitting in the chair. OK. What happened then?

CINDY: And then I stayed there for five hours (sobs).

FLOTHE: Did he leave the lights on?

CINDY: The one bathroom light was on.

FLOTHE: What did he do?

CINDY: Slept on his couch.

FLOTHE: Did he say anything to you after he chained you up?

CINDY: That he was tired ‘cause he hadn’t slept in so long. And don’t wake him up, ‘cause he’ll be mad.

FLOTHE: When he was having sexual relations with you over here on the rug, prior to being chained to the post, what did he do with the gun?

CINDY: Sitting on the coffee table.

FLOTHE: And that’s the coffee table over here by the rug?

CINDY: Yep. Right over by the stuffed fish.

FLOTHE: OK. By the stuffed fish on the coffee table or on the wall?

CINDY: There was one laying on the coffee table. There was stuffed things everywhere.

FLOTHE: OK.