CHAPTER 36
In January 2010, Steve’s frustration with his situation could be heard in his calls with Renee and Charlotte as he complained about a recent news report. The prosecution wanted to admit evidence against him relating to the cat-killing incident, a sex addiction and his alleged unethical behavior as a broker—all of which he summed up as “character assassination.”
“I am pretty angry,” he told Renee and Charlotte on January 8. “I just feel like I am being raped.”
“The only thing that they have as true is that you had relationships with other women, and that happens,” Charlotte said.
“But Mom did, too,” Steve said.
“Mom did, too. They didn’t even include that. They put blinders on. Left stuff out.”
“They take this man who’s never lifted a hand against anyone his whole life, I mean, the only physical violence I ever entered into is roughhousing with my friends and my brothers when I was growing up,” Steve said. “I have never even been in a fight.... And they take this man who is an impeccable, incredibly ethical businessman, incredibly successful, because his clients trust him, and they accuse him of murder. And then, when that doesn’t look like it’s going to work, they accuse him of being a sex addict, of killing animals, you know, killing other people’s pets.”
Charlotte said the prosecution seemed to be “grasping for absolutely anything they can to make people believe that you are somehow this awful guy. They’re bringing things up like you killing the neighbor cat, because it attacked our cat, like, eight times.... It is disgusting.”
“I will come back from this,” Steve said. “When this is over, Mom will still be gone.... I am horrifically victimized here.”
Renee’s already troubled relationship with Steve was crumbling under his months of manipulation, the pressures of the upcoming trial, repeated questioning by investigators and her nagging conscience. Bolstered by a grant of immunity from Judge Lindberg, she finally agreed to tell investigators where Steve’s getaway bag was hidden.
Renee felt relieved to get this off her chest. She also felt justified that Steve’s family wouldn’t get angry with her for talking about this, because the investigators had already learned about the bag by listening to the recorded jail calls, not because she had confessed to it proactively.
“In the scheme of things, that bag didn’t seem like a big deal to me,” she said later. “However, I was not being forthright with the detectives that I knew about it or why it was there.... I don’t like keeping secrets and I didn’t like being dishonest. I’m not proud of myself for having done that. But by the time it came out, it was a relief to talk about it. I started to see the ways in which Steve had put me at risk, or I had allowed myself to be put at risk by Steve, and I was starting to be angry.”
On April 9, 2010, Renee and her attorney, John Napper, agreed to meet with prosecutor Joe Butner and investigators at the county attorney’s office. Renee told them that Steve had hidden the bag, which contained clothing, cash and supplies he would need to flee the country, near the Hassayampa golf course before his arrest. Knowing their jail calls were being recorded, they subsequently talked about the bag using code words such as “treasure.”
Steve had been “all over the map” in terms of escape destinations, including Mexico and a “few wilderness areas,” such as one close to the border in Texas, she said. She was going to stay behind, because she still had a son and a grandson living nearby.
“So he was going to take off and leave you,” Butner said.
“So be it, his loss,” she replied.
But Steve never seemed serious about fleeing, she said. One day he said he was going to retrieve the bag. Another day he discussed putting more money into it. The two of them went back to get it during the summer of 2008, but after rummaging through it, he zipped it back up and decided to leave it there.
Steve called her from jail in April 2009, the month she moved into his town house, while she was walking her dog in the area, and tried to help her find it. She and Charlotte were barely scraping by, and she thought they could use the money in the bag—only she couldn’t locate it. She moved out of Steve’s town house that September.
By the time she spoke to investigators about the bag in April 2010, she said she was fairly certain it was no longer there, but she agreed to take them to the area and try to help them find it.
That same day Renee led a group of eight, including Lieutenant Dave Rhodes, Commander Scott Mascher and investigator Mike Sechez, to the Hassayampa fitness center parking lot. Confused and having to retrace her steps at times, Renee led them past the eighth hole, looking for an opening near the tee-off area. She wandered off the fairway, down a steep drop to a creek bed, searching for a familiar spot in the tall, thin grass behind some granite boulders, where she thought Steve had hidden the bag.
When Sechez walked west of the trail, where Renee was standing, he spotted something that looked like a black plastic trash bag under a clump of bushes. Pulling the branches aside, he uncovered a deteriorated trash bag, partially wrapped around a blue sports bag. The blue bag, marked DeMocker, contained several pieces of clothing, a pair of shoes, a flashlight, a couple of hats and a Samsung flip phone with a Verizon logo, the last of which was wrapped in a clear plastic bag.
As the investigation continued, Detective Sy Ray, a cell phone expert with Gilbert Police Department’s Criminal Apprehensive Team, tracked the cell phone towers that Jim Knapp’s phone used when he made the seven fifty-eight call to check his voice mail on the night of the murder.
As Ray later testified, the signal pinged off a tower near Ann Saxerud’s house—specifically tower 431 by Verde Lane. The call Jim made to Carol’s cell phone at 9:37 P.M. from Bridle Path pinged off a different tower, 462. This, Ray said, showed that Jim’s phone was not within three miles of Carol’s house when she was killed. Ray acknowledged, however, that he could not tell where Jim’s phone was between his 7:58 and 9:37 P.M. calls.
Ray also analyzed Steve’s cell phone use over the course of a month in 2008, deeming the long period of time that Steve’s cell phone was powered off the night of the murder “irregular and outside the normal pattern seen.”
Discounting Steve’s trips out of state, the only other time his phone was turned off overnight was June 27, Ray said, when his phone was in the Scottsdale-Phoenix area. Ray also determined that on the night of the murder when Steve turned his phone back on, the signal pinged off the cell tower that was considered his “home tower,” in the primary area where he made most of his calls, not near the area where he said he parked his car for the bike ride.
Based on my training and experience, this would be unusual given the late hour and complications reportedly encountered by Mr. DeMocker, Ray wrote in his report.
Looking for outside expert analysis, sheriff’s detectives sent a CD of their crime scene photos, featuring the suspected killer’s shoe prints, to the FBI in Quantico, Virginia.
In the fall of 2009, Eric Gilkerson, an FBI forensic examiner and shoe print expert, had conducted a search through two databases that catalogued photos of shoe soles by brand, trying to identify one with a pattern that could have made the prints. The first database contained twenty thousand to twenty-five thousand different images; the second database contained fifteen thousand to twenty thousand, with some overlap between the two.
Gilkerson got a hit in the FBI’s internal database for the sole pattern—what he described as arrows in a “stair-type design” on the heel, arrows in the toe area, and a “line with a slight curve or circle” at the toe—in a La Sportiva model. Manually scrolling through the database, he found that La Sportiva made a model with that same pattern called the Ultranord. A subsequent search found that the Imogene and the Pikes Peak had that same pattern.
“There were no other shoes in . . . our databases that could have made this impression other than these La Sportiva shoes that are illustrated here,” Gilkerson testified later, although he acknowledged that all he could say in court was that a comparison with shoes sent from the manufacturer showed that they “could have made” those prints. Without a flaw or identifying characteristics, he couldn’t make a more definitive statement.
Going through Steve’s bank records, sheriff ’s investigators spent days checking to see if he’d used his debit or VISA cards, which he used to make most purchases, to buy any La Sportiva shoes. And bingo.
They found that he’d ordered two pairs of running shoes from his friend Gareth Richards, the owner of an online sporting good business in Denver known as Outdoor Prolink. In early 2010, investigators contacted Gareth, who had been one of Steve’s poker buddies and an adventure education instructor at Prescott College during the 1990s.
Gareth described La Sportiva as “probably the best mountaineering, backpacking shoe company in the world.” By going through Prolink, which offers outdoor professionals password-protected access to discounts, Steve got a significant deal and paid about half the regular price, which came to a total of $101, including shipping, for the two pairs. While these shoes were not specifically made for use with a mountain bike, Gareth said a person could wear them while riding a bicycle.
Steve purchased the shoes on April 22, 2006, and had them shipped to his UBS office four days later. One model was called the Pikes Peak, a trail running shoe with trademarked FriXion rubber, designed to stick to and grip surfaces. The other, also a trail running shoe, was called the Raja. Each model had a completely different pattern on the sole.
Investigators purchased a pair of each to compare them to the suspect’s tracks behind the house at Bridle Path. Asked to do additional analysis, Gilkerson reported back that the tread pattern of the Pikes Peak model could have made the murder suspect’s tracks behind the house. The Rajas could not.
Further investigation showed that nearly 8,600 pairs of men’s shoes with that pattern had been sold in North America (or were being warehoused) by the day of the murder. That included 3,800 pairs of the Pikes Peak, only 349 of which were sold in Steve’s size. About a third as many women’s shoes were sold with that same pattern.
Detectives were never able to find the missing pair of Pikes Peak shoes, and they never asked Steve about them during their interviews with him. But he later told his own attorneys that he generally went through a lot of running shoes; they usually lasted only six months before he donated them to charity or threw them away.
“He has no recollection of that pair of shoes,” defense investigator Rich Robertson said later.
However, when investigators went back and examined the photos of Steve’s closet more closely, they noticed that the compartment above the pair of Rajas contained only a shoe box, but no shoes. It was this compartment, they speculated, where Steve likely had stored the missing pair of La Sportiva Pikes Peaks.
As prosecutors later pointed out, Steve “was a meticulous, neat man.”
In April 2010, detectives also sent Carol’s Adidas running shoes to Gilkerson, asking if they could have made the “three Z’s” pattern depicted in the photos of the other shoe prints behind her house. He concluded that her shoe print was “similar in design” and “could have made the impression.”
But because of “limited detail” and a lack of “sufficient identifying characteristics”—such as a cut, defect or rock stuck in the bottom of the shoe that could be matched to the area where the shoe prints were found—he said he couldn’t make a more definitive identification. And because he wasn’t sent a casting of the print or photos that had a size scale, he also couldn’t match the size of the actual shoe with the impression.
Continuing to look for the murder weapon, volunteers and dive teams from Pima and Yavapai Counties used imaging and radar systems in the lake surrounding the Hassayampa golf course, in Granite Basin and in other Prescott area waterways. But all they found was a muddy right-handed club, apparently thrown into the muck by a frustrated golfer.