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Prologue

May 28, 1988

On a pleasant spring evening in Everett, Washington, an innocent after-dinner game of hide-and-seek turned traumatic for Angela Rono and her youngest daughter, four-year-old Feather Rahier. “It was about nine P.M,” recalled Rono, “and I had just called my four kids to come in from outside because it was bedtime. They all came right in, except Feather.

“I sent the kids back outside to get her,” Rono said, “and they were calling her name and looking all over for her. When they couldn’t find her, I sent them to the neighbor’s house to ask if they had seen her. Then I sent them across the alley to the Clark residence.”

Carol Clark, a kindly woman with a great love of children, had a twenty-year-old nephew named Richard, who often lived there with other members of Carol’s family. Richard Clark knew Feather, let her play with his puppy, and even gave her gifts. He primarily stayed in the garage adjacent to the residence. Feather’s siblings asked Richard if he’d seen the missing child, and he told them that he hadn’t seen her.

Perhaps it was mother’s intuition or simple persistence that compelled Rono to send her eldest daughter, Misty, back to Clark’s garage. Richard Clark again denied seeing Feather, but the missing child’s desperate sobs were now audible outside his locked garage door.

“When my daughter told me that he had her in there,” Rono said, “I went running over, yelling at him to open up and let her out.”

“I don’t have her,” answered Clark from behind the locked door. “I’m trying to sleep. Go away and quit bothering me.”

“I know she’s in there!” screamed Rono. “I know you have my daughter. Let her out, open the door.”

“I can’t find the light switch,” replied Clark. “I can’t find the key.”

Unconvinced and outraged, the distraught mother battered more violently on Clark’s door, alerting the neighbors. “Let me in!” she screamed. “Let me in right now! I swear to God if you’ve hurt my daughter, you’re going to jail. Open the door right this minute.”

When Clark finally fumbled free the heavy chain and padlock, Rono pushed her way inside. There, in what seemed the most vile of environments, she confronted a bone-chilling scene—her four-year-old daughter stood in front of her, face drenched with tears, green socks tied on her wrists, and the rear of her pants pulled down below her buttocks.

“He was trying to pull up her pants with one hand, and trying to get the sock off her wrist with the other hand, “recalled Rono, who grabbed young Feather and hurried her out of the garage. Clark followed her outside, then turned and ran. Two men from the neighborhood aiding in the search for Feather grabbed him at the end of the alley.

When police arrived, they found Richard Mathew Clark standing stoic and silent as Feather’s mother beat upon his chest with her fists. On either side of Clark were the two neighbor men, who chose not to intervene on Clark’s behalf.

“I was dispatched to the report of a sexual assault,” recalled Officer Dwight Snyder. “When I got back in the area, I heard a lot of people yelling and screaming, separated them, and began to talk to each individual to sort out what had occurred. I knew detectives would want to talk with a child that young—I didn’t want to get too detailed—so I just wanted a general idea of what occurred. I was pretty general on my questions. Feather said she had been outside playing,” explained Snyder, “and that Mr. Clark had come up and talked to her. And then she looked at me and said, ‘He put a sock in my mouth.’ And I asked her if she had talked to Mr. Clark, and she said, ‘Yes, he gives me things.’ She showed me a small, kind-of-statuette, I guess, of a dog that had been given to her. She showed me that, and after she showed me the dog, she looked at me and said, ‘He touched me.’ And I asked her, at that point, well, how did he touch you? And she would just turn away, look at the TV, and not say anything. So I didn’t press the matter. At that point, I decided to arrest Mr. Clark.”

“Richard tied me up with socks and tried to put his hand down my pants,” said Feather. She didn’t simply say it once; she said it repeatedly all the way to the hospital.

Feather’s version of events, detailed five days later to Detective Diane Berglund of the Everett Police Department, related that she was happily playing when Richard Clark picked her up and carried her off.

“It was dark in there,” she said of his garage. “He put a sock in my mouth and a sock around my wrist and tied it in back,” explained Feather, “and a sock over my eyes and another one on my arms—he put the wrist one on first. When Richard put a sock over my mouth, I cried. I was crying and screaming. No one else was in there with me. I knew Misty came over to Richard’s house because I could hear her.”

Although Feather was assuredly mistreated, she was not technically sexually violated. He did not put his hands inside her pants, said the child. “He touched me on the outside,” explained Feather.

Locking a four-year-old girl in a garage, stuffing a sock in her mouth, and tying her up is against the law in Everett, Washington. Richard Mathew Clark was charged with unlawful imprisonment and convicted of the crime.

The entire horrific event in Clark’s dark garage lasted no more than a few minutes, but the effect on Feather was indelible. At the age of four years old, young Feather had now been twice traumatized by inappropriate adult male behavior. Her first sexual molestation was when she was only two years old. The perpetrator didn’t live across the alley or down the road. “It was her own father,” confirmed Angela Rono.

By the time Feather reached adolescence, the troubled teen no longer lived with her mother. From May 20, 1995, until March 29, 1997, Feather lived with a foster family lovingly headed by matriarch Julie Gelo.

The residual trauma of her violated childhood, the predictable pains of puberty, and the instability engendered by frequent placement in foster care raised Feather into a significantly troubled preteen. The aforementioned afflictions resulted in emotional chaos, fragmented relationships, inconsistent school attendance, and precocious sexuality.

Although the stability and structure of the loving Gelo family provided innumerable benefits and blessings, one horrific event immediately preceding her placement in the Gelo household precipitated a maelstrom of devastating emotional impact—the brutal sex slaying of a seven-year-old Everett girl named Roxanne Doll.