Arrest of Robert Hansen: The Rescue of Cindy Paulson, Pt. II

In Part One, we talked about the party house on Government Hill in Anchorage, where Cindy Paulson had beckoned Sgt. Flothe to meet her. In this installment, we reveal the details of that rescue, where Flothe was intent on rescuing Cindy from a situation that was fraught with anxiety, fear and, ultimately, a small portion of satisfaction. This was one rescue that ended well. That in itself was a small triumph.

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Cindy Paulson


They found the room number Cindy gave them and knocked. No answer. “She knows we’re coming,” Flothe muttered. He knocked again. He wasn’t about to barge in. The guy might have a gun. A second later, Cindy came to the door, holding a bathrobe to her chest for cover.

“Come with me,” she said to Flothe, “I gotta talk to you real quick.” She led him to the bathroom, which was the next door over. Cindy closed the door behind them.

“I gotta get out of here,” she said. “Get me out right now.”

As a precaution, Flothe had already called the safe house. “I think Cindy’s ready. Don’t be surprised if we show up in the next hour.” Cindy had already met the woman who lived there, and seemed to like her. Now Flothe had to find out if she was really ready.

“If you go to this place, you’re gonna have to do as they tell you. You can’t be leaving and coming and going and visiting your girlfriends in the street and all that bullshit.”

“I know.”

“Where’s your stuff?”

“It’s in the room.”

When they walked out of the bathroom, the pimp was standing outside in a pair of jockey shorts. He looked angry. Cindy headed to the room, but froze as he spoke.

“What’s you doin’ witch my lady?” he said.

“We’re with the Alaska State Troopers,” Flothe told him, “she wants to go and she’s coming with us. Period.”

Cindy slipped on her rabbit jacket, draped her clothes over one arm, and looking slightly scruffy, put her free arm around Flothe’s waist as they walked out. She seemed proud of her police escort.

The pimp, meanwhile, watched implacably as Kitty left. She never looked back. The troopers drove her straight to the safe house.

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


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Arrest of Robert Hansen: Rescuing Cindy Paulson, Pt. 1

Sgt. Flothe’s terse memorialization of the day he reconnected with Cindy Paulson makes it sound matter-of-fact, even facile. She was at a “friend’s” house, so easy-peasy, we’re rescuing Cindy. In a way, it was — but only because Flothe came prepared for the worst. For one, he brought backup. Because the “friend” was Cindy’s pimp. Second, he preemptively called the safe house where he planned to take Cindy once they scooped her up. The good news was Cindy had already met the woman who ran the safe house. She liked her.

So, even though rescuing Cindy was anything but straightforward, she was ready to come in from the cold. Sometimes that’s all it takes.

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Cindy Paulson


2/10/84: Witness CINDY PAULSON’s location unknown. Attempt to locate PAULSON. PAULSON subsequently located on Government Hill living with a friend. PAULSON, per her request, removed from friends residence and placed into safe home. PAULSON also contacts parents and let parents know of her whereabouts.


“Early Saturday morning Cindy Paulson called Flothe at his office. It seemed urgent. She was speaking in a whisper. “I can’t talk too loud,” she said. “I just got out of bed and I’m in the bathroom. I went to the bathroom so I could talk on the phone. I need you to come pick me up.”

“What’s the address?” Flothe asked without hesitation.

“Over on Government Hill,” Cindy said, then gave him the street address.

“Are you at your pimp’s place?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be there in a half hour or less.

“Before going to Government Hill to pick up Cindy, Flothe rounded up some reinforcements. He didn’t expect any trouble, but wanted to make sure he didn’t have any. When he got to the unprepossessing apartment building, he had three plainclothes officers with him as back up.

“Inside the building, the troopers marveled at the set-up. The first floor was like an atrium, with a ceiling that opened to the floor above. In the center of the atrium was a pool table. There was a bar off in the corner. In every direction they looked there were doorways leading off to individual rooms.

It was a party house. People could party, and when it was time to have sex they went off to one of the many rooms, not only on the first floor but on the second level, which was reached by a stairway snaking up one side of the atrium. It was the perfect layout.”

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


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Arrest of Robert Hansen: John Henning Finally Rolls Over

Whatever John Henning’s ultimate intent — at the time of Hansen’s arrest he was less than cooperative — the notion that the criminal justice system might start bundling him with Bob Hansen had a sobering effect. Blame it on the reality of his erstwhile friend’s “summer hobby.” If things played out badly, Henning faced charges of aiding and abetting a serial murderer. Yeah, John Henning rolls over just the way the troopers predicted he would.

And Robert Hansen’s alibis turned into a shambles. Henning would now tell the truth about Robert Hansen. His friend Bob never was at his house the night of Cindy Paulson’s kidnapping and rape, Henning would declare at the upcoming trial. So would his wife and son. Bob’s protectors were finally coming clean.


2/10/84: Sergeant FLOTHE, Sergeant HAUGSVEN met with JOANNE and JOHN HENNING and son DARRIN at the District Attorney’s office. D.A. FRANK ROTHSCHILD also present. Discussed testimony with regards to upcoming PAULSON trial.

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Sgt. Glenn Flothe

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D.A. Frank Rothschild


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Arrest of Robert Hansen: Pre-Empting Judge Buckalew

The move by Hansen’s defense attorney to suppress the evidence found in the search of his house, business and vehicles was make-or-break for the prosecution. That was a defense motion they had to turn away. Having the appropriate judge seemed crucial to that project: Prosecutors wanted to pre-empt Judge Seaborn Buckalew, their assigned judge in the Paulson case; Hansen’s attorney had clerked for Buckalew and that was a little too close for comfort.

While the legal maneuvering was critical, another nugget of information loomed large. In a time when DNA testing was still on the horizon, the lab results matching Hansen’s blood type to that found on Cindy Paulson’s rape kit was another indelible link forged between them. It was not as despositive as DNA, of course, but it was still widely accepted in courtrooms across the U.S.

Serology is widely accepted because the tests are simple, reliable and easily interpreted, said Dr. Barry A. J. Fisher, scientific services director for the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department. Results obtained by serology have been validated in a large number of laboratory studies and are readily reproducible–key factors that control admissibility of scientific evidence in courtrooms.

“This is a very straightforward testing procedure, very basic,” he said. “The defense will always try to raise doubts about it . . . but unless there is specific information that a test is done improperly or the individual who did it does not have adequate training, evidence of this sort will be admitted.”

Serology relies on the fact that several proteins found in blood can be present in any one of two or three forms, much like hair can exist in different colors. The most common and widely known proteins are those that determine blood type, the so-called ABO grouping. But experts have identified as many as 19 other lesser-known proteins that provide similar information.

In the lab, criminalists select about half a dozen proteins and determine which form of each is present in a blood sample, according to Jack Mertens, who is in charge of serology at the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s forensic laboratory. Published data indicate the frequency with which each form of the protein occurs in the population at large. About 34.7% of the general population is Type A.

Source: Thomas H. Maugh II, Medical Writer, Los Angeles Times, July 9, 1994, “Serology Testing Is Widely Accepted : Forensics: Defense efforts to cast doubts generally fail. Blood results are simple, reliable and easily interpreted, experts say.”


8/27/84: Sergeant FLOTHE meets with D.A. ROTHSCHILD in court with regards to pre-empting the assigned judge for the PAULSON case, Judge Seaborn Buckalew. D.A. ROTHSCHILD argues that the Defense Attorney, FRED DEWEY had law clerked for the presiding judge. Judge subsequently pre-empts himself.

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Judge Seaborn Buckalew

ROY TUBERGER FBI advises HANSEN blood is A-sector, same as that found in semen [taken from CINDY PAULSON rape kit].

Hearing before Judge LEWIS on motions to dismiss search warrants, confessions, etc. D.A. requests [Lewis to assign] different judge [to the Paulson case].

Sergeant FLOTHE meets with District Attorney, FRANK ROTHSCHILD, at 1:30pm with regards to the supression of evidence seized.


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Arrest of Robert Hansen: Please Locate Cindy Paulson

Robert Hansen wanted Cindy Paulson to disappear. As noted elsewhere, the jailhouse scuttlebutt was that Hansen was leaning on his buddies to give Cindy a one way ticket out of town. As it turned out, Cindy was taking herself out of the picture. It was no coincidence that she disappeared just after being served with a subpoena.

“[Cindy] didn’t quite know what to make of [the subpoena]. It almost seemed like a breach of trust. She had no way of knowing that Flothe was simply trying to cover his ass.”

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

Now Flothe had to locate her and he wasn’t sure where to start. If he couldn’t locate her, his entire case against Hansen was in jeopardy. Not only that, but a suddenly free Robert Hansen would kill again. It was just a matter of time.


2/2/84: Interview with JOHN SUMRALL reference hunting with HANSEN. Had him discuss previous areas he hunted with HANSEN. Learned of weapon, Ruger #1, given to him by HANSEN. Run serial number after he leaves. Weapon stolen.

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Ruger #1

2/3/84: CINDY PAULSEN moves out from Gentleman’s Retreat doesn’t advise Sergeant FLOTHE.

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Cindy Paulson

2/6/84: SUMRALL brings in stolen Ruger #1.

CHERRY JOHNSON calls unable to locate CINDY, told she doesn’t work at Gentleman’s Retreat anymore. CINDY’s whereabouts unknown.


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Arrest of Robert Hansen: Going To Ground

It wasn’t like Robert Hansen’s arrest buttoned everything up and the cops could start celebrating with champagne. In fact, troopers still didn’t have Hansen on murder, the most serious of the charges looming on the horizon. The only charges filed against him were the kidnapping and rape of Cindy Paulson. What that meant was a vulnerable seventeen year old was all that kept Robert Hansen in custody. Clearly, other things needed to happen. Lots of other things. Call it “going to ground.” Call it “lots of ground to cover.” Law enforcement now faced a dose of the thankless shoe leather work that’s obligatory in cases like these.


1/17/84: FLOTHE met with APD Investigator GENTILE, with regards to locating previous fall of 1972, HANSEN rape victim M. MURPHY. Contacts were made with Anchorage street prostitutes with regards to locating MURPHY.

1/18/84: Sergeant FLOTHE and Trooper VonCLASEN contacted witness CINDY PAULSON at the Gentlemen’s Retreat Massage Parlor, at which time CINDY PAULSON is served with the subpoena regarding the HANSEN trial.

1/23/84: HANSEN evidence previously submitted to the FBI laboratory is returned to AST. Only item presently still remaining at the FBI laboratory is the .223 calibre Mini-14.

Sergeant FLOTHE receives telephone call from MONA ALTIERY, mother of missing person, ANDREA ALTIERY. MONA ALTIERY advised that she would send the dental records of ANDREA ALTIERY to Sergeant FLOTHE.

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Andrea Altiery is still listed as a missing person. She was last seen taking a cab to the Boniface Mall in Anchorage, Alaska at 11:00 p.m. on December 2, 1981, where she was to meet an unidentified male for a photo shoot.



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Arrest of Robert Hansen: Mysterious Aviation Maps

Sometimes it’s the little things. In the search of Hansen’s house, troopers found a plethora of objects. Stolen goods. Mementoes likely taken from his victims. And, of course, lots of weapons. Among those items were some smaller, almost innocuous things: Maps.


“Behind the headboard of the waterbed [Robert Hansen] shared with his wife, they found an aviation map. [An]other had been in the attic with the rest of the mementos. Up until [mid-January], Flothe had been going a mile a minute. He’d spent little time being reflective. The maps represented nothing more than documents Hansen used for hunting. Yet while examining the maps with Pat Doogan, he saw twenty-four X marks. Were these favorite hunting spots — or something else?

“The answer that suddenly dawned on him was almost too grotesque to believe. ‘Oh my God,’ Flothe said, a chill coming over him. ‘What has this man done?’ At that moment he realized that each X marked a body.”

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

Sgt. Glenn Flothe’s Annotated Aviation Map (Click for Larger Image – 14MB)
Aviation Maps


1/13/84: Sergeant FLOTHE met with District Attorney, GAIL VOIGTLANDER, at approximately 1:40 pm with regards to obtaining a search warrant to seize all remaining weapons and related ammunition from the ROBERT HANSEN residence. D.A., ROTHSCHILD, in court regarding other matters. GAIL VOIGTLANDER assists in drawing up preliminary documents, after which time Sergeant FLOTHE and Sergeant HAUGSVEN met with D.A., ROTHSCHILD at 4:05 pm before Judge VICTOR CARLSON.

D.A., ROTHSCHILD requested a search warrant for the HANSEN residence to seize the remaining weapons and ammunition. Request was based upon the bodies which were already found that corresponded with marks on HANSEN’s map. D.A. noted that if other bodies should be found at other locations marked on HANSEN’s map the weapons and ammunition would have to be seized with regards to purposes of comparison.

At approximately 7:28 pm Sergeant FLOTHE, Sergeant HAUGSVEN, Sergeant STOGSDILL, Trooper VonCLASEN served the search warrant obtained from Judge VICTOR CARLSON on the ROBERT HANSEN residence. During the time of the search, DARLA HANSEN was at the residence. Of the additional weapons, ammunition, and reloading equipment was seized. The search was concluded at 10:04 pm.

1/16/84: Weapons, ammunition, and reloading equipment seized on 1/13/84 and secured at AST CIB evidence room was documented and photographed.

Source: Sequence of Events Leading to Arrest of Robert C. Hansen, 1/31/84, Sgt. Glenn Flothe (“Ruff Copy”)


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Arrest of Robert Hansen: Criminal Justice Churns, Part I

Yes, it’s true. The wheel of justice churns slowly. It took two months after the search of Hansen’s house for that wheel to start turning. And when it did, Hansen’s attorney was hit with the bricks that Flothe had assembled. It started with Cindy Paulson. Smart money said the defense would try to impugn Cindy’s reputation with the “hooker” defense. It had worked in the past. Why not now?

And with Bob in jail, sitting in limbo, he had plenty of time to conjure creative ways out of his dilemma. Flothe got word from the jailhouse that Hansen was trying to persuade some friends to pay Cindy to leave town. Those rumors would eventually bloom into more sinister, though never proven, intimations that Hansen was trying to arrange for her murder. Given who Hansen was allegedly depending on for that task — the same men who alibied him in Cindy’s kidnapping — that was a bridge too far.

Either way, Cindy would end up a scared little puppy. Bob’s attorney would stall for time, making her situation worse with each passing day. Sometimes justice churns too slowly.


12/28/83: The offense files defense motion. Defense also advised of witness, CINDY PAULSON’s, phone number.

1/10/84: D.A. FRANK ROTHSCHILD meets with Sergeant FLOTHE at A.S.T. Headquarters during which time ROTHSCHILD reviews case reports to insure that the defense has all copies of pertinent materials.

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Frank Rothschild, Anchorage Prosecuting Attorney

1/10/84: Hearing at 1:30 pm before Judge BUCKALEW; D.A. FRANK ROTHSCHILD and Defense Attorney FRED DEWEY regarding defense motion requesting postponement of trial. Judge BUCKALEW advises he would take the matter under advisement.


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Arrest of Robert Hansen: Me and My .223

What troopers knew as they took Robert Hansen in for interrogation was that stray brass had been found at gravesites on the Knik River, gravesites where the remains of missing dancers were found. The also knew that the brass was from a very specific group of firearms — ones like AR-15’s and Mini-14’s — that fired .223 caliber rounds. Troopers wanted to know more about Hansen’s weapons and where he’d fired them. If they could get him to place himself and his .223 on the Knik, they were one step closer to putting him away.

Bob, in his peculiar, half-bragging, half-dissembling style, led them down a garden path of meaningless evasions. One thing was certain: he fancied himself quite the expert with his .223. It was, it seemed, a natural extension of himself, his own, personal mini-me.

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Hansen’s .223 “Mini-14” — His Preferred Murder Weapon (courtesy Alaska State Troopers)


“Under questioning Hansen said he had been up on the Knik that fall, duck hunting with his son. He also said he’d been there during the summer. Where had he fired his .223 during that time? Flothe asked. On a map, Hansen pointed to a big, flat territory to the west of the old Knik River bridge.

“There’s some islands here,” he said, pointing to the same spot. “Green islands in through here. I’ve gone on the banks there and shot into those banks along here many, many times. At some spots up there I’ve gone and put stuff in the river, you know, and flown over and tried to shoot at them to practice for wolf hunting…”

“Oh, you’ve shot from the air?” Flothe asked, only half believing.

“Yeah.”

“You’ve shot from the air,” Flothe said again, sardonically. “I didn’t realize you’ve done that. I have a more specific map of this area here. Hold it down. This is an aerial photograph. There’s a bunch of little numbers on here and I can—I can explain some things to you afterwards, but let’s do this in relation to the map you have in your hand now. Can you help me out?”

“By number three here?” Hansen said, pointing to the aerial map. “I’ve shot along these banks in here many times, because it’s a good place to shoot, because you’ve got some good flat banks in here.”

“Uh huh,” Flothe acknowledged.

“You can throw balloons in the water and when you shoot, you can see where your bullets are striking.”

“This is from the aircraft flying over?” Flothe asked, still dubious.

“Yes. In the wintertime, I shoot wolves an awful lot.”

“Describe your .223 to me,” Flothe said suddenly. “I am not over at the house now. Describe it to me.”

“Just a normal .223. The old—there’s only one model that I know of.”

“Well, there’s quite a few different models. There’s, you know, there’s M-16’s, which are fully automatic,” Flothe pointed out. “There’s AR-15’s…”

“Mini-14’s…” Galyan added.

“14,” Hansen responded, indicating that was the model he was familiar with.

“Okay, the Mini-14. And this is the one you’re talking about?” Flothe asked. “You practiced dry runs, like shooting wolves, is that what you’re talking about?”

“The reason I’m practicing here is to shoot wolves.”

“And you’ve hunted in that area?” Flothe asked.

“Oh, yes. Here. You can see this-here river here, how flat it is. We put balloons out there. If you hit one, of course, it bursts. If not, you can see.”

Both Flothe and Galyan had trouble suppressing their skepticism. Here was a man accused of murder, a man who now had to suspect that his shell casings were on the Knik, and he was trying to wriggle out of it by suggesting that he’d been up there shooting at balloons while flying a plane.

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