An Anonymous Victim Comes Forward, Pt. 1

Robert Hansen’s crimes in Alaska stretch back to at least 1971 — and perhaps earlier. We’ve talked about some of them. The homicide involving Celia “Beth” van Zanten. The disappearance of Megan Emerick in Seward. The disappearance of Mary Thill, also in Seward. All these crimes and disappearances were south of Anchorage, in what were some of his earliest stomping grounds. So it was that, in 1975, an anonymous woman came forward, telling of a crime that took her south, from the Kit Kat Club to Chugach State Park.

This case is notable for its consistency with Hansen’s emerging M.O. More than that, the appearance of Chugach State Park is remarkable. Beth van Zanten was killed at McHugh Creek — just down the road. Whether this woman knew that is unknown. What is known is that, out of fear, she preferred to remain anonymous.

On October 5, 1975, Sheryl Messer of the Anchorage Rape and Assault Center reported to Investigator Sam Barnard that a female adult had reported to Messer that she had been abducted and raped by a caucasian male on September 28, 1975, in Anchorage.

Messer stated that the woman victim had sworn Messer to secrecy concerning her name, and that the victim would not talk to police herself out of fear for her life. Messer stated the woman was a caucasian female, approximately 28 years of age, who was a dancer at an unnamed Anchorage night club. [Later identified as the Kit Kat Club]

Kit Kat Club, 1977 (courtesy Lynn McConnell photographs and papers, Archives and Special Collections, Consortium Library, University of Alaska Anchorage — 1977)

The woman told Messer that she had met her assailant at the club one evening, and had given him her telephone number. The woman further told Messer that the man called her home at approximately 4:00 am, on Sunday, September 28, 1975, and arranged to meet her at the Fork & Spoon Restaurant. When the woman arrived there, she met the man, but he pulled a gun, which she described as a large semi-automatic pistol. [The man] forced the woman into his vehicle, which the woman described as a 1974 or 75 foreign station wagon, deep red in color, with a black interior, having Alaska license number AY261.

The woman told Messer that the man then drove her to Chugiak State Park and raped her, performed cunnilingus on her, and forced her to perform fellatio on him.

Ptarmigan Trail, Chugiak State Park

The woman told Messer that the man stated that if she did not do as she was told, he would kill her. The man also said he worked on the pipeline, and he was raping women in the Anchorage area and he had a friend who also worked on the pipeline who was also raping women. The man also said that he knew that the woman would not be able to be a good witness against him because she was a nude dancer and a prostitute.

Source: Affidavit for Search Warrant of Robert Hansen’s Property, Sgt. Glenn Flothe, Alaska State Troopers

Purchase Butcher, Baker

Thoughts on Christy Hayes: Between the Quick and the Dead

For Robert Hansen, the “idea” of The Bush was a place where women could scream and no one would hear them. Christy Hayes was too quick for that. When Hansen failed to get her to The Bush — when she refused to go where he wanted to go — when she, finally, refused to relinquish herself to him — these were the things that saved her life.

It could have turned out otherwise. The troopers would end up with a long list of could-have-been-otherwise. But Christy kept working Hansen’s last good nerve until he was out of ideas. Next time will be different, he told himself. Next time will be different.


One supposes that Christy Hayes thought sex with Robert Hansen would be quick and dirty. She already had his money. Just go to his camper, do the deed, and be done. She brushed off his suggestion that they take his airplane to Palmer. Christy was all about business. She had three kids waiting at home. This was to be a brief diversion.

Christy Hayes never lost sight of what was most important.

Once inside the camper, Christy stripped naked. Hansen did not. This was another clue. Suddenly there was a silver colored revolver, a stern lecture about cooperating, and guitar wire to bind her feet and hands. Hansen shoved her onto the camper’s bunk, locked her in the camper and drove off, to destinations unknown.

Back in the camper, Christy Hayes went full mama bear.

This man needed to understand that she didn’t have time for this nonsense. “This gotta be quick. I gotta get back to my kids,” she shouted from the back of the truck. “If I don’t get back, they ain’t gonna have no babysitter.”

“They gonna be by themselves. You hear me? I don’t want nobody messin’ with my babies. You hear me?”

Her shouting served to divert Hansen’s attention. He was already paranoid about getting stopped with a woman in his car. No way he could explain this one. He had to get off the main roads, take the back way to Muldoon.

This was no longer about the money, or the sex. This was about her kids.

While Christy Hayes seemed nonstop with her mouth, her hands were twice as busy. Hansen could hear, but barely see her. Soon, she was out of the restraints. Maybe… Nope. The camper door was locked. From the outside.

Suddenly, the brakes slammed, sending Christy to the floor. There was the gun again, pointing at her head through the open window, between the cab and the camper. Christy ducked. Hansen jumped out and ran to the back, determined to regain control.

Robert Hansen, 1969 (courtesy Anchorage Times)

Christy knew that “quick is, as quick does.” She squeezed through the open window and into the cab of the truck. Locked the window behind her. Locked all the doors. Find the damn key and drive away from here.

Not that quick. Hansen had the truck keys.

The keys gave Hansen only a small measure of control. He tried to reason with her. Fail. He tried to reason with her using his revolver. Double Fail. “Just give me my clothes,” she demanded. She didn’t want to go naked on this chill October night. Fail.

In the cab of the truck, Christy Hayes went full mama bear.

When she started tearing out the truck’s wires, Hansen could no longer keep his patience. When he shattered the side glass, Christy Hayes skipped into the night. That morning, she would hug her kids like no other.

Purchase Butcher, Baker

Christy Hayes: A Case of Missed Opportunities

For law enforcement, the Robert Hansen serial-murders have long been characterized as a case of missed opportunities. Some critics are less diplomatic. After all, Robert Hansen’s violent career spanned more than a decade.

Let it be said: In no one’s world is it normal for a naked and bleeding woman to appear on someone’s doorstep. Nor is it “normal” to find broken glass in the vicinity of an assault. The missed opportunities aren’t hard to find.

<Missed Opportunities
Robert Hansen, Charged with Murder, Leaves Courtroom, Covers Face (Hansen is 4th from left; courtesy Anchorage Times)

  • Missed Opportunities: Christy Hayes Escapes from Hansen’s Truck
    • When Christy Hayes escaped Robert Hansen’s truck and ran to Mildred Johnson’s house, Johnson observed that Hayes was bleeding — and called the police. That was the right thing to do: Johnson didn’t stop to think, “is this woman a prostitute,” didn’t care whether Christy Hayes was black, white or purple.
    • When A.P.D. Officer Hammond arrived, he photographed tire tracks and broken glass in the vicinity where Hayes said the truck was parked. That was the right thing to do. When there’s a crime, you investigate.
    • BUT Hayes told Glenn Flothe that she had left her clothes, to include a blue bag containing her dancing outfits, in the camper when she escaped. Even though Hayes was naked when she came to Johnson’s door, there is no report that the officer searched for her missing clothing.
    • It took until Hansen’s confession for authorities to find out what happened to that clothing.
  • Missed Opportunities: Christy Hayes Spots Hansen at the Bush Company
    • When A.P.D. Officer Loesch was called to the Alaska Bush Company Bar in Anchorage by Christine Hayes, she pointed out a caucasian male in the bar that was identified as Robert C. Hansen.
    • Loesch asked Hansen to accompany him to A.P .D. for an interview, to which Hansen agreed. Hansen did not explain the broken glass at the scene and Loesch did not ask him about it. The report indicates no further investigation was done on the case.
    • What if A.P.D. had been more diligent in following up on Christy’s allegations?
    • What if A.P.D. had dug more deeply into Hansen’s past offenses, including rape and attempted assault with a deadly weapon?
  • Missed Opportunities: Christy Hayes Sees Hansen at Hansen’s Bakery
    • Since Hayes quickly exited the bakery premises, the missed opportunity is fuzzier — yet it brings to mind at least one more “what-if.”
    • What if she’d lingered and, heaven forbid, taken the job? Her employment application included her address. That left her vulnerable to further predations on Hansen’s part.

Lacking action by the authorities, the repurcussions for Hansen’s behavior toward Christy Hayes were entirely self-imposed. The effect of those changes made it harder to catch him — and his violence became more focused.

  • Hansen later installed an eyebolt in his camper, so that it was easier to restrain victims.
  • According to his confession, “I never used the camper again.”
  • He restricted his activities to the summer, when his wife and children were out of town.
  • He switched to a vehicle combination that limited his passenger car to the role of transporting victims to his house and/or his airplane.
  • His airplane assumed an outsized place in his criminal activities.

Source: Statement of Robert C. Hansen, District Attorney’s Office Anchorage, February 22, 1984


Purchase Butcher, Baker

Sgt. Glenn Flothe Goes to Hansen’s Bakery

Robert Hansen’s bakery was perfectly situated. For business. For kidnapping. For murder. A major highway ran in front. It was minutes from the 4th Avenue strip in downtown Anchorage. Minutes from Merrill Field in the other direction. Then there were his hours, starting early in the morning and off by noon. The baker’s hours coincided with those held by the women of the night. If his murders seemed to increase in 1982, his bakery was part of the reason. Hansen lived along a horizontal line that stretched between assignations.

Hansen’s Bakery [was] located in a block building on the southwest corner of 9th and Ingra, having the address of 828 E. 9th Avenue, [and] clearly marked by a large white and black sign over the business front entry doors, stating clearly Hansen’s Bakery.

Hansen's Bakery
Former Site of Hansen’s Bakery — 9th Avenue View (Google Streetview; illustration, Leland E. Hale)

“A utility records check indicate[d] that Robert C. Hansen initiated utilities at the above place of business, being Hansen’s Bakery, on 1-21-82.

“The business hours posted in the window of Hansen’s Bakery state that the bakery is open for business from 6:00 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. Monday through Friday, and 6:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. on Saturday. Until recently the sign in the window stated that the business was closed on Sunday and Monday’s, indicating a change from a summer to winter schedule.

Hansen's Bakery
Former Site of Hansen’s Bakery — Ingra Street (AK-1) View (Google Maps; illustration Leland E. Hale)

“Based upon affiant’s and Sergeant Stauber’s personal observations, Hansen’s Bakery employs at least two female workers, who work the counter during the daytime, and one additional male employee that assists Hansen in the early morning hours prior to the bakery opening. It has been further observed that Hansen’s vehicle is gone from his place of business usually prior to 12 noon.”

Source: Affidavit for Search Warrant of Robert Hansen’s Property, Sgt. Glenn Flothe, Alaska State Troopers


The “Hansen Line” stretched on a horizontal, west to east, from downtown Anchorage to Muldoon. Downtown Anchorage was the starting point for things that “went bad.” His bakery was the cover for his late hours in sketchy clubs. Merrill Field became the take-off point for his nefarious deeds. His home in Muldoon, meanwhile, was a kidnap pad, at least when his wife was out of town. Otherwise, the area north of Muldoon, near the Glenn Hwy, served a similar purpose — a place where his regime of terror was rigorously enforced.

All these locales were within 15 minutes of each other. Too close for comfort if you danced for a living. Sgt. Flothe and the troopers took pains to map Hansen’s deadly routine.

  • Affiant [Glenn Flothe] has personally driven in an automobile at legal speeds between Merrill Field and Hansen’s Bakery, at 828 East 9th Avenue, and determined the average time for this trip is 3-5 minutes.

Hansen's Bakery
The Hansen Line: Robert Hansen’s Horizontal World — CLICK TO ENLARGE (Google Maps; illustration Leland E. Hale)

  • Trooper Wayne Von Clasen has informed affiant that Von Clasen has driven at legal speed in an automobile from 7223 Old Harbor Street to Hansen’s Bakery, at 828 East 9th Avenue, and that the trip took 7 minutes.


Purchase Butcher, Baker

Christy Hayes Goes to the Bakery

Was Christy Hayes jinxed? Granted, Anchorage Alaska is an overgrown small town, but still… Their paths kept crossing, each encounter seemingly more traumatic than the last. Despite that, Christy Hayes’ third encounter dispels the myth around “working women and easy money.” With several kids in the house, she was looking for a real job. A bakery job. After her first meeting with Robert Hansen, who wouldn’t? And still, the irony. Robert Hansen could not save Christy Hayes from Robert Hansen.

Hayes stated that a few months before her interview by affiant [Sgt. Flothe] she saw this same man at Hansen’s Bakery, located at where she had gone to apply for a job. Hayes filled out an application for employment. She stated upon seeing the man, she left as quickly as she could and did not go back. Hayes noted that while talking to Hansen in the bakery about possible employment there, Hansen stuttered quite a lot.

Site of Hansen’s Former Bakery, 9th & Ingra, Anchorage (Google Maps; illustration, Leland E. Hale)

Source: Affidavit for Search Warrant of Robert Hansen’s Property, Sgt. Glenn Flothe, Alaska State Troopers

GF: Did you ever find out where this black girl lived? Didn’t she come into your bakery?

RH: She ca….uh, there again, I didn’t recognize her. Uh, uh, she come into the bakery and asked for a job one time. As a matter of fact she was uh, uh, in, I think, a couple of times. But, uh, as far as, uh, I wouldn’t have had any address (inaudible) except what she put down on [her application].

GF: Did you ever go over there?

RH: No.

RH = Robert Hansen; GF = Glenn Flothe

Source: Statement of Robert C. Hansen, District Attorney’s Office Anchorage, February 22, 1984


Purchase Butcher, Baker

Christy Hayes Talks About Her Kids

Anchorage District Attorney Frank Rothschild presciently noted that, if Robert Hansen had a soft spot, it was for his family. “He is a hell of a humanitarian for his family, isn’t he,” was how Rothschild put it, after the “Butcher, Baker” held up his confession over concerns about his wife and kids. That small button of empathy was the one Christy Hayes pushed when she told Hansen about her kids.

She was desperate, yes, but the mere mention of her kids was enough to give Robert Hansen pause. Maybe she could crack his resolve. Even if she couldn’t, it disrupted Hansen’s plan. That alone gave her half a chance.

[Transcript Lightly Edited for Clarity]

FR: [After you abducted her] I assume that then you, that’s when you tied her up and then you were going to drive somewhere else? Go back in the back of the camper and and get it on and then drive her back. Was that kind of the plan?

RH: Well, uh, right. Uh, uh, she, even when I was tyin … tying her up here in, uh, in North Mountain View, she kept, I kept on telling her, you know, “Just do exactly what I tell you. You’re not going to get hurt in any way, shape or form.” Uh, I said (inaudible), “I’m even going to pay, I’m going to – everything’s going to be just cool.

I said, “Just that it’s going to be me deciding when we’re done, not you.

Uh, I think that was part of the reason, you know, I was always so (inaudible). They always wanted to say when we were done, you know. I figured that, uh, if a person was going to pay for it, uh, they, they, they should be in the driver’s seat, not the gal as to when it was done.


Anyway, uh, then she kept on saying I’ve got to get home. I think she even, uh, was saying something about she had two or three kids at home, that they… they was going to be by themselves or, or uh, or something or other. I don’t know. She was going on [about] something or other and I said, “Oh, well, all right.”

She started — I went back around the pickup and started driving — and she started yelling and stuff and, and I got thinking, “Well, gee whiz, what if she’s telling the truth and I take her out here and we spent a long ti…time together? I don’t want to be responsible for somebody if their kids are home by themselves.

I said, “Well, bullshit, okay.” I come down off that drive — I can explain it better… (background noise, sigh). I think (pause) I can’t remember exactly how, how the… [stutters] the streets go. I can’t remember how I got up in, in there. Uh, drove up, down, uh, I know that main street drag that goes out through North Mountain View up there…

Mush Inn to Commercial Drive (Google Maps; Note the proximity to Merrill Field)

JE: Commercial Drive?

RH: Co… Commercial Drive. I got on that, I think I got on… on the street that goes past the Mush Inn and so forth and turned off the highway, uh, I was heading out the highway going out towards — I’m going out to Muldoon to do the normal bit out there.

Mush Inn in 2017 (Leland E. Hale)

And, uh, right, right away she, uh, started in about she had to be back (inaudible) so quick, so quick, so quick. Uh, and um, think I, I think I turned off right there (inaudible) drove up into uh, to, uh, Mountain View, up in there, pulled off one of the side streets and stopped.

And, uh, went through the deal where I was inside with her and got her tied up and so forth, I got… got back in the pickup and drove around and drove out — I think I was going to drive just out the back by Safeway and down the — I can remember, I went around the block (pause), uh, down past Safeway, down to the intersection.

She was yelling all this here time, uh, that she had to get back, had to get back. Uh, that she had her kids back home or some — her babysit… sitter, if she… if she wasn’t back… I don’t know if she had a kid or not.

Anyway, she was saying something about, urn, uh, uh, she had to be, uh, be back, and before I got to the highway there, I thought, “Aw, bullshit, what if she’s telling the truth,” you know? Uh, she has got a little child back there?

Uh, so I just drove across the highway and drove — I don’t know — I can’t remember how many blocks it is down there — and pulled in on one of the first side streets. I pulled off to the side. I thought, “Well, uh, we’ll make it short and quick right, uh, right here and I’ll take her back up and drop her off and, and, uh, won’t go all the way on out and go all through (inaudible).

Anyway, it was going to all — all was going to happen right there and then, wouldn’t you know, didn’t take as long to get there, didn’t take as long to get back.

FR: Then it went bad.

RH: Yeah.

RH = Robert Hansen; FR = Frank Rothschild; JE = Joe Evans (Hansen counsel)

Source: Statement of Robert C. Hansen, District Attorney’s Office Anchorage, February 22, 1984


Purchase Butcher, Baker

Christy Hayes Loses Her Wig

Robert Hansen had little to no experience with women who wear wigs. When he grabbed a woman’s hair, he assumed it was natural — connected to the roots — and expected it to radiate pain when it was pulled. Oops. Some women wear a wig. And when you pull on a wig, unexpected things can happen.

[Transcript lightly edited for clarity]

FR: Now in her case, you had her take her clothes off before you bound her up, because she was naked.

RH: Right. She, uh, I remember always, uh, as a matter of fact, I think she was wearing a wig. Maybe not, well, maybe that wasn’t her. I know one black gal one time but nothing ever happened. Anyway, uh, the one gal that I… that I… that I tried to tell you before, out in Muldoon, uh… I always would get the car stopped and sit on the side over there, (sigh) get my hand on her so that, you know, so that I had some leverage and, of course, the hair is natural. Uh, it was more-or-less, uh, ref… reflex action — one hand goes to hair and one hand down underneath the seat and get the firearm, both of them together.

Uh, and it was the same thing in the back of the pickup here, uh, I…I’m not sure if this was the right one, but it seems like this one here, uh, she had a wig on and when I pulled that, the damn thing came off, her, her hair was very, very short — extremely short.

She had a wig on and when I pulled that, the damn thing came off…

[If] that was the same one, I don’t know. Uh, it looked different. I think I, I think I drop … dropped that and grabbed her, her around her neck or something like that and then, then give her the speech about, hey, do exactly what you’re told and, uh, you’re not going to get hurt in any way, shape or form. […]

FR: With, uh, Cindy Hayes, the black gal we were talking about before. You went in the back of the camper and, uh, did the basic routine with the gun and the wig came off. I think that probably was her, because she does wear a wig. She keeps her hair real short.

Keepin’ It Short

RH: That’s probably why I didn’t recognize her in — that…that night in the, in the, uh, uh, Bush Company.

Source: Statement of Robert C. Hansen, District Attorney’s Office Anchorage, February 22, 1984


Purchase Butcher, Baker

Christy Hayes Talks to Sgt. Glenn Flothe (cont.)

Christy Hayes’ survival instinct told her she should run, naked or not, no matter what. That decision was pushed along by Hansen’s idiotic idea to point his pistol at her. She already had enough information to know he meant to harm her, what with his “invitation” to take her on his airplane. Once Hansen broke the side window, Christy skedaddled, leaving everything but her life-force — and her memories of Robert Hansen — behind. Those were the things she would soon share with Sgt. Glenn Flothe.

(2) Hayes also told (Glenn Flothe) that she had left her clothes, to include a blue bag containing her dancing outfits, in the camper when she escaped. She stated one of her outfits was blue with little diamond-like decorations, and the other had handprints sewn on the pants and bra. Hayes said that she thought Hansen was an outdoors type, because he was dressed in a plaid hunting type jacket and shirt, and because she saw furs and rifles in the camper.

Affiant showed Hayes a photographic lineup consisting of 6 photographs of unidentified caucasian males, and Hayes immediately identified Robert Hansen, numbered 5, as the man who abducted her.

Source: Affidavit for Search Warrant of Robert Hansen’s Property, Sgt. Glenn Flothe, Alaska State Troopers

Robert Hansen lineup photo (Alaska State Troopers)

[Transcript lightly edited for clarity]

LH: Bob, uh, what did you do with her costumes? The black girl’s costumes?

RH: I, I thought they were right there. I know I threw them out. Uh, I thought they were, they was around out there, ’cause see, ’cause, uh, when she was, when she was up in the cab of the truck…

LH: Um’hmm. […]

RH: …She wanted her clothes. I said, “Well the, the clothes are in the back of the truck, I can’t get ’em for you.”

She just kept on screaming, you know, she rolled the window down this far. “I want my clothes.”

I said, “Well, okay, there is the key there on the dash. Give it, hand me the key.”

“You got the keys in your hand.”

I, uh, did, I had a whole ring of keys in my hand. I said, “This is not the keys for the God damned back of the [camper], you got the God damned keys. Uh, slide me out the key, I’ll go around and open up the back and get your clothes and take them up and stuff ’em through the window to you. You can pull them on and leave, you know.”

Uh, cause (inaudible) I just wanted to get the shit out of there, you know, and, uh, I couldn’t get to ’em. Uh, I couldn’t get too close. I’m trying to satisfy her, to get her clothes and go, but they was in the back of the pick-up, back in the camper.

And, uh, I did have, again I had it in my waistband, I did have a pistol, you know. Uh, [I] tried to threaten her, I said “Hey, you open up the window and calm down or I’m going to shoot you right here by, right through the damn, uh, window,” you know. Uh, that didn’t work either, you know.

And I said, “Well now, wait a minute, now.”

“No, you’re going to shoot me anyway.”

“No, I’m not going to shoot, you know.” I said, “Just put”, we were just going to forget about the whole works. Uh, I said “Here, now look, I’ll prove to you I’m not going to shoot you. I’m going to take — watch.”

I walked across the street with that pistol. I said, “Here, now watch it here.” I dropped it beside the road, walked back to the pickup. And, uh, and there was something else said, I don’t know, back and forth. I said, she started yelling about, uh, now, now get me my, my clothes again, you know, and, I, I showed her right where the God damned key is, on, laying, it was laying, right in fucking plain sight.


After I broke the side window she jumped out the other side door and ran away, you know. And I said, “Oh fuck that,” you know, so, uh, I remember, uh, had the key in my hand, and outside, I went around and unhooked the back of the, the back of the pickup, reached in and grabbed all her shit because I knew she jumped out of the God damned, uh, pickup without any clothes on.

Uh, I grabbed all her clothes and I thought I just took and threw it up beside the pickup, or off the side of the road and I walked across there, picked up my pistol and went back in the car, or in the truck, and drove off. I’m damn sure I, I left them right there.

Chena & Burwell Streets, Anchorage, near scene of assault (Google Maps)

You know, right from, the pickup was parked beside the, uh, the, the road there and I went around from behind it there and, uh, I’m damned sure they went, they went through (inaudible) right there. I was kind of excited, you know, things were, I remember, I didn’t get her shoes…

I hadn’t picked up her shoes and, uh, uh, I drove, uh, uh, I drove back out to the highway and, uh, drove out to Muldoon (on the Glenn Hwy) and drove in, out there that first street again going up, uh, to the right and into that there trailer park there and, uh…


RH = Robert Hansen; LH = Lyle Haugsven

Source: Statement of Robert C. Hansen, District Attorney’s Office Anchorage, February 22, 1984


Purchase Butcher, Baker

Christy Hayes Talks to Sgt. Glenn Flothe

Sgt. Glenn Flothe (Anchorage Times)

After reviewing the A.P.D. report, on October 5, 1983, affiant [Sgt. Flothe] personally interviewed Christine Hayes. In addition to the information contained in the A.P.D. report, Hayes told affiant the following:

(1) After Hansen parked the pickup and got into the camper to have sex with her for the agreed upon fee, she took off her clothes, but noticed that Hansen did not remove his. Then Hansen pulled a silver colored revolver with with ivory grips, which she thought was at least .357 caliber, and pointed it at her. He got the revolver from under a cushion in the camper.

He pointed the gun at her face and said, “I don’t want to hurt you, but I just don’t like quickies.”

Hansen then bound her hands and feet with guitar wire, put her on the bunk, and got in the cab of the truck and began driving to an unknown location.

During his confession, Hansen insisted he’d never bound the feet of his victims. That was a lie.

Hayes told affiant that she managed to free her hands and feet. Hansen noticed that she was free and slammed on the brakes, causing the truck to stop quickly. Hayes then fell to the camper floor. Hansen then pointed the gun at her from the cab of the truck; he got out of the cab to come around to the back door of the camper.

While he was doing this, Hayes stated she slid into the cab through the open window connecting it with the camper, and closed that window and locked the doors of the truck, so that Hansen could not get in.

Hayes tried to start the truck, but the keys were gone, so she started pulling wires from the dash. Hansen came to the window of the truck and told her to stop, that he didn’t mean to hurt her.

Hansen then broke the window on the driver’s side of the truck with his fist, and Hayes, fearing for her life, escaped out the passenger door and ran naked down the street to knock on the door of a nearby house for help.

Hayes told affiant that before she and Hansen had entered the camper the first time he had asked her if she wanted to take an airplane ride with him to Palmer, to which she replied she did not. [Emphasis added]

Source: Affidavit for Search Warrant of Robert Hansen’s Property, Sgt. Glenn Flothe, Alaska State Troopers

Knik River in the vicinity of Palmer, Aerial View (Alaska State Troopers)


Purchase Butcher, Baker

Christy Hayes Changes Her Game, Surprises Robert Hansen

Robert Hansen was confident that the police would take his word against that of a prostitute. It was a game he played with law enforcement and a game he played with the women of Anchorage. It was a game he usually won.

But Hansen’s bravado didn’t work on Christy Hayes. She refused to play his game. It saved her life.

[Transcript lightly edited for clarity]

RH: I would always say, here’s five dollars for this (inaudible) and since you’re gonna accept this, that means there’s no doubt you are a prostitute, you have been paid. It may not be the full amount, but you have been paid. Uh, you just, you get, you know, the police wouldn’t even, uh, wouldn’t even question it, you know.

FR: Well, but it didn’t happen with the black woman actually. She ran into you again a few months later, wasn’t it, uh, remember? And called the police officer over and [he] talked to you and all. Didn’t that happen?

RH: Boy, I guess… I was dumb, dumbfounded by that one, you know. You know, that, that was in the, uh, Bush Company, yeah. Uh, you know, well see, but that’s a distance of time and, uh, and you know, when I was in there that night, you know, I… I… done it the normal thing, you know. I, uh, I stepped inside the door and took one of the first booths there and sat there, you know, and, uh, tried to peek around and make sure, that I’d take each girl individually and look at and make sure that I hadn’t seen her [before].

Of course, I was always, people, girls coming out of the dressing room, this and that, and all and so forth and I’d always take a booth away [from other people], you know. So, that, uh, or I didn’t stick [out], [I’d] try and pick out the darkest portion of the club.

Hansen Lineup Photo (courtesy Alaska State Troopers)

Uh, and there, you know, and that night, you know, for some reason I just knew I, something told me, Bob, get the hell out of here, you know… Uh, some… something’s wrong.

Uh, and I seen this gal, you know, and all, and she was whispering to another gal there and looking my way and, uh, I looked at her, but she didn’t look the same. Whether she had an entirely different hairdo, or whatever, she did not look the same to me at all, you know. And, uh, uh…

In fact, Christy Hayes did look different at the Bush Company. She kept her natural hair short, so she could wear wigs and change up her game. She changed wigs like she changed clubs; it was this “new” woman, full of surprises, that caught Robert Hansen flat-footed.

How to Apply a Wig (WikiHow (Image not Christy Hayes))

RH = Robert Hansen; FR = Frank Rothschild

Source: Statement of Robert C. Hansen, District Attorney’s Office Anchorage, February 22, 1984


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