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CHAPTER 6

“I really don’t have any feelings for her—I really don’t miss her much at all.”

Cindy Hendy’s 22-year-old son, Shane 4/08/1999

Until Cindy Hendy moved to southern New Mexico in 1997, fifty-seven-year-old David Parker Ray had it all his own way. He never got into trouble with the law and whatever he was doing in the toy box was hidden from the outside world. The only people who knew what he was up to were his close-knit group of satanic followers. David Ray had covered his tracks and nobody except his victims, dead or alive, suspected him of any dirty deeds.

Enter thirty-seven-year-old Cynthia Lea Hendy.

Hendy grew up in Washington State and had three children when she fled the law in the spring of 1997 and moved with her then boyfriend, John Youngblood, to Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. She was on the run from convictions for grand theft and drug possession; she had already done jail time and didn’t want to ever see the inside of a cell again.

By the end of 1998, in a pattern repeated over and over with the men in her life, she had Youngblood in front of a judge in the seventh judicial district court, accusing him of domestic violence. Her order of protection dated December 17, 1998, stated:

He was threatening me and my friends with bodily injury, possibly death. john has beaten me before (1 yr. ago), and he also has beaten a friend of mine to near death behind the town museum, in the alley (1 yr. ago). we were living together and he pushed me down on december 14th, 1998, at 1603 Corzine Drive and threatened my life. he also threatened Candy Fairs life on 12/14/98 at 1603 Corzine Drive. he tried head-butting me, too.

Four days later, on December 21, 1998, Hendy changed her mind and wrote the following note to District Judge Thomas Fitch:

District Judge,

please disregard these charges that i have made in my statements against john youngblood and myself. as they are not true. john youngblood has not threatened me or anyone else. and i am very sorry that i lied and put john and myself in trouble for no reason. i have been in counseling for manik depression and am on medications. and i tend to go off for no reason.

i do—and then i think later.

john has been working hard, and i have been working off and on. but laid off. we love each other. please forgive me for trying to make trouble when there was no trouble to begin with. this will never happen again. i am going to talk with my counseler on this. i have done this before and its going to stop. and i am getting help. I am very sorry that i have put everyone through alot of paper work, and your time. you certinly did not need this. and John did not need this kind of trouble either. please think this over. and reconsider and drop this so that we don’t have to go to court and waste everyones time, money and paperwork.

i drink too much alcohaul—that’s why i’m on

medications.

very, very sorry.

please believe me, Judge Fitch.

Cynthia L. Hendy

By the time Cindy Hendy flip-flopped on John Youngblood, she already had experienced a close sexual relationship with both Roy Yancy and David Ray. Right after she drifted down to T or C, she fell in with Yancy, but it wasn’t long until she threw over the younger man and moved in with David Ray. They were living together at the time Hendy got mixed up with Youngblood in seventh district court. A year earlier, Hendy had already gotten into trouble after fighting with Irwin Arrey, another boyfriend, and Ray had first met her when she was assigned to a work-release program at Elephant Butte Park back in 1997.

Ray might someday live to regret the day they first got to know each other.

Right after Hendy was arrested, a freelance reporter working for the Globe interviewed a man and a woman who knew Cindy well. The conversation took place in a dusty bar in the logging town of Everett, Washington. Neither one of them wanted to see their names in print, and after hearing what they had to say the reporter understood why.

The man had known Cindy Hendy for nearly thirty years. It was early in the afternoon of April 6, 1999, and right off the bat the skinny man in the black-and-blue plaid wool shirt told the reporter, “I like free beer—it tastes better!” Then for the next hour he unloaded his memories of the woman he’d known since they were little kids growing up in the same dirt-poor neighborhood right on the edge of Everett.

“When we were little kids, her mom worked down at the American Legion in Everett. She was a bartender, and she would never give the kids a dime. All of us were hungry. We’d be lucky to get a can of tuna fish out of her. We’d go over after school, and Cindy would have to beg like hell till her mother threw out a can of tuna fish just to get rid of us.

“When Cindy was just a little girl, her mom started going out with a guy named Dick. I seen Dick and Cindy’s mother get in a fight and all of a sudden Dick hauls off and smashes her in the face—right in front of Cindy. When she was eight, her mom got married to another guy, and a couple of years later, her new stepfather tried to mess with her in bed. Cindy finally told her mom when she was barely eleven years old. The stepdad just told the mom he was drunk and when he crawled in bed with his daughter he must have thought it was his wife. The mom believed her husband and didn’t believe Cindy and the two of them finally kicked her out of the house when she was almost twelve. From then on, Cindy was always the black sheep of the family. They called her a ‘box of rocks,’ and they still do.

“After she left home, she moved in with a guy named Mike—he’s a notorious ‘cedar pirate’ up in Monroe, Washington. He used to drive his old World War One meat wagon down to the lumberyards and go over the fence and toss back blocks of cedar shingles and shakes that he would sell for drug money. Then, a few years later, Cindy lived with another guy named Abe and the two guys together were both notorious coke dealers. Cindy would live with the one who got her the most coke.

“Years later, Cindy and Abe were stealin’ aluminum guardrails and tryin’ to sell ’em at the metal scrapyards for drug money. They got caught. While they were out on bail, they went out to get an eight ball of cocaine and they ended up sellin’ it directly to an undercover cop. Those were the crimes that made Cindy decide to hightail it out of town and run off to New Mexico.

“I started dating her when we were both sixteen. I owned an old beater Chevy, and one afternoon I saw her walkin’ down the road and I pulled over and asked her out for the first time. I said, ‘Hey, you want to get in my car and go drink beer in the gravel pits?’ She looked me over real good and said, ‘Sure’

“I remember she liked sex rough and hard. She’d dig in her fingernails and I’d have these big ole scratches on my back and it would take a long time until the claw marks would go away. She liked to have her ass slapped. She liked me to hold her down and tell her I was going to rape her. She always wanted to partner swap. She’d say to me that maybe we should ‘rape somebody, maybe a prostitute.’ I told her that shit might be fun to think about, but I wasn’t gonna do it—ever. I told her flat out, ‘I’m not gonna go to jail.’

“She was never ashamed of anything. She’d take her clothes off right in front of other people. She’d stand on the side of the road and take a piss. She really got off on ‘doing it’ in public.

“What really pissed me off was when she’d have sex with other men. I’d be comin’ home from work and I’d see some other guy jumpin’ out of the bedroom window. You could never trust her. I had a rich friend, a guy named Frank, and he had a real nice black Corvette. She latched on to him and he moved in a few days later and she stayed with him for about a month and then split.

“She’d even screw old men for money.

“One time we got into a fistfight and she went over to Marysville and looked up this old man named Walter. He’s in his sixties now. They came back with a U-Haul truck and backed it up to the house and hauled everything out. He’d give her money and she’d give him sex. She stayed with him for about a week.

“Another time Cindy was screwin’ some ‘Chink’ doctor for painkillers. She’d trade the pain pills for coke.

“She’d even trade sex for dental work. A long time ago, she went downtown and had some doctor declare her mentally incompetent and she’s been collecting SSI welfare money ever since. I swear she hasn’t worked a day in her life. She’d spend all her money on booze and drugs and there wouldn’t be any left over for her teeth. So when her mouth got sore, she’d go over to this place right outside of town. Every time she went there, the dentist would fill her teeth and she’d give him a big ole blow job.”

The woman in the bar sat quietly and listened to the man talk. She’d known Cindy Hendy for twenty years and currently was a born-again Christian, a far cry from her lifestyle when she used to drink all night with Cindy in the downtown bars.

“She and her sister are two of a kind,” she said. “Their mother was married six times to six different men, and between the two daughters, they have eight kids by eight different men. She even had sex with her sister one time and another time they were both in a motel room and they had sex with the same man. Cindy had all her kids raised by other people. She’s had at least fifty boyfriends since I met her.”

The ex-boyfriend interrupts.

“Her whole life revolved around cash registers—ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching! I had a real nice black Camaro one time. It was fast and I could always outrun the cops. She talked me into signin’ the car over to her name, and then she sold my car and told me she never wanted to see me again.

“When we were together, she got pregnant by another guy. She’d always just sit around the house all day tryin’ to figure out how to get high. She never paid for anything. One afternoon this guy comes over to clean the carpet and she’s so horny she screws the goddamn carpet cleaner! His name was Eddie and seven months later baby Shane was born. He only weighed two pounds when he was born. He was in the hospital for five months. He almost died.

“When Shane was a little boy, Cindy and Eddie just passed him back and forth. One time, when he was seven years old, Cindy overdosed on sleeping pills, and I guess it was pretty scary for Shane. She was out stone-cold on the floor and he was shaking her. Shane’s a good boy—he’s still got a big heart. That night, he had to call the nine-one-one operator all by himself.

“Shane, he was never given nothin’. He was never given a brand-new bicycle or new clothes—or nothin’. Cindy would go off partyin’ and leave him with her mother for days. He started stealing things. When he’d get in trouble and go to jail, Cindy would go into his bedroom and steal all his stuff, like his stereo, and sell it off and buy drugs.

“When he grew up, he turned into a thief, just like his dad. His father has been in and out of prison his whole life. He is illiterate. He can’t even read or write his own name. Eddie’s on the run from the law again right now—probably for burglary. He’s the best thief in Snohomish County and that’s what Shane does, too.

“They don’t know how to do nothin’ but steal.

“One time Shane was robbin’ an elementary school and the cops sent in a German shepherd and he was all chewed up. Another time he stole firecrackers and set them off in the front yard and he caught the whole yard on fire. I remember one time he robbed a greenhouse down the street and Cindy was real happy with all the nice shrubs he brought home.”

This time the woman interrupted the man.

“I know Cindy fought a lot with her boyfriends. Like cats and dogs. They’d hit each other in the head with lamps, throw television sets or whatever was in their way. Shane told me one time he was hiding under the bed and she kicked him in the head. He also told me that after years of fighting, he thought, she got used to the beatings and he wondered if she even enjoyed it in a strange kind of way.

“He’s twenty-two years old now and he just got out of jail for having sex with some little fourteen-year-old girl.

The man in the black-and-blue plaid shirt had a lot more to say about the rest of the family. “Heather is nineteen and she belongs to me and Cindy. She’s pregnant and just about ready to give birth to a baby boy. She talks to Cindy more than anyone else. When she was growin’ up, though, it was real tough on her. Cindy used to read a lot of true crime and she’d always have these witchcraft books layin’ around her trailer. She’d try to pawn ’em off on the kids. She and Heather used to get in these big arguments, and if you pissed her off, she’d get violent with you—she’d jump your shit. Cindy used to throw Heather down, grab her by the hair and beat her. One time I saw Cindy grab her by the hair, throw her down on the front porch and punch her in the face.

“It was over in minutes.

“Cindy’s youngest kid is Muffy. She’s twelve now and she’s the one who really hates her mother. When Cindy got arrested, Muffy only had one thing to say.

“ ‘Good.’

“Her dad—his name was Doug—was a drug dealer who died when she was a kid. Cindy used to fire up coke a little bit, but Muffy’s dad was a real ‘banger.’ Can you imagine how that kid feels when she realizes that her father died of a drug overdose when she was only four years old?

“She’ll never see him again.

“Around Cindy, Muffy had to watch everything she said, or she’d get slapped. Muffy would always leave the room when her mother was around. Cindy would always have guys over and she’d tell Muffy, ‘You squeal on me and I’ll beat you.’ Her number one rule was that Muffy not rat on her.

“One time I went over to Cindy’s trailer and I knew that she hadn’t been feeding Muffy. There was almost no food in the refrigerator. Cindy was determined that she herself was not going to get over one hundred five pounds. She was real thin and fairly good-looking, and that was all she cared about.

“I’ll tell you a weird story about Muffy. Cindy used to live in this blue trailer up by the small town of Snohomish. One time Muffy was walking through the woods and she found one of her ‘blankies’ laying on the ground. There were four big butcher knives sticking in the ground and one of Muffy’s stuffed animals in the middle of the blanket, with a note.

“It said, ‘If you come back, I’ll kill you.’

“Muffy ran home, hysterical. Cindy claimed she didn’t know anything about it and moved out of the trailer the next day.

“Cindy took Muffy to New Mexico with her in 1997, when Muffy was only ten. She broke up with Youngblood and moved in with some guy named Arrey, and at night they would go out and party and leave Muffy locked in the trailer. One other time she ran off and left Muffy with the Mexicans. I think Cindy might have sold Muffy to the Mexicans for sex and that’s why Muffy hates her so much. When Cindy met David Ray, she told Muffy not to go near the torture trailer, but I think Muffy knew what was going on in there—and I think it scared the hell out of her.

“Muffy’s seen a lot. She doesn’t even act like a little girl anymore.

“Cindy always wanted animals as pets, but she never took care of them. She had a five-hundred-dollar German shepherd dog she wouldn’t feed and a three-hundred-dollar Persian cat that died. She was never satisfied with a mutt dog or a mutt cat.

“Her biggest problem in life, though, was violence.”

At this point in the conversation the man had switched to drinking straight shots of Captain Morgan’s rum. His tongue was loose.

“Let me tell you about her and violence!” he snorted.

“She liked to drink and she’d be fine until she had three or four drinks. Then she’d black out after that. Some girls have a button once they’ve had enough alcohol—they just go off. She’s still like that to this day—she’s a real Jekyll and Hyde. She’ll come after you with almost anything—even an ashtray. People have seen Cindy pick up boards and hit guys over the head and knock ’em out. I warned other girls not to fight with her—that girl was one hundred five pounds of pure muscle.

“She can take on a two-hundred-fifty-pound girl and take her out.

“She could get anything she wanted—all she had to do was talk away. But she’d interpret stuff wrong. She thought everybody was sayin’ something bad about her and then she would pick fights because she wanted to get rid of somebody.

“One time in a bar she got pretty violent. She was jumping on guys and beating on them. They were throwing her off. Then she started beating on women. She didn’t like fuckin’ women much; most of her friends were men. She left a lot of blood on the floor that night.

“Cindy is also a real jealous bitch. She was going out with my friend Kris, and one night Cindy was in the living room masturbating and Kris was in the bedroom screwing this big inflatable doll. Cindy finishes up and comes in the bedroom and sees what Kris is doin’ and freaks out. She runs in the kitchen and gets this big butcher knife and comes back into the bedroom and attacks the doll, screaming at Kris, ‘You love that thing more than you love me!’ Not long after that, she tried to poison him with rat poison. A little while later, she busted Kris over the head with a beer bottle and split his whole head wide open.

“I’m positive she doesn’t feel bad about anything she’s done. She doesn’t know right from wrong. All you gotta do is whip out a twenty-dollar bill and she’s yours. If you were hard up, you could always go to the store with her. You could always be straight up with her. You’d just have to give her a little ‘warm-up’ and she’d pull her pants down and then tell you to hurry up. She’s still that way, to this day.

“They got her dead to rights down in Truth or Consequences and she’s probably going to hang. She’s been in trouble all her life and she finally got caught. She played a little game of hopscotch with the law and the law won. I’m tellin’ ya—it’s the straight-up truth. The girl is a no-good bitch.

“David Ray better be careful, though. She’s the dumbest blonde you ever seen, but she’ll sell his ass out in a heartbeat.

“She’ll turn on him like a vicious dog.”