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her bridegroom should be acquitted. But that didn't happen. Brandon
Oakley was found guilty on all charges. His face turned scarlet with
fury and he looked as if he were about to explode. Court deputies
quickly slipped handcuffs on him for the long walk back to jail. He
faced two life sentences to run concurrently (which meant a minimum of
thirteen years and four months), a ten-year sentence on the sodomy
charge and a mandatory five-year sentence on the deadly weapon charge.
Brandon "Easy" Oakley was released from prison after seventeen years. He
is now in his early forties. No one was surprised when his marriage did
not last. An Unlikely Suspect Although this case happened more than
two decades ago, it might well have come out of the headlines of today's
newspapers. The suspect was the last person the victim's family and the
police suspected. He was someone who seemed totally incapable of violent
murder. He was to have been part of the dream of a reunited family. In
truth, he turned out to be the destroyer of that dream.. It was
shortly after midnight on Wednesday, October 2, when Deputy Mike
Butschli was dispatched to a residential subdivision in the southeast
part of King County, Washington. The only information he had was that
there was a "possible dead body." He wasn't overly concerned as he
headed through the night to the address given.
Such a report can turn out to be anything, a pile of leaves or rags, a
drunk sleeping it off who looks as if he's dead, a "natural" death,
suicide, or, only rarely, a homicide. The neighborhood where the call
had originated certainly didn't look ominous, and the neat, two-story
white house with gray trim appeared peaceful enough from the outside.
Inside, it was another story entirely. A distraught middle-aged man met
Butschli at the front door and apologized for his delay in answering. He
said his dog was going nuts, and he'd had to put it in the garage first.
He identified himself as Milton English, * the owner of the home, and he
beckoned to the officer to follow him as he started upstairs. Now
expecting to find a dog-bite victim or even a dead animal, Butschli
followed English to a bedroom on the west side of the upper story.
English said it was his son's room. The door to the room was open and
the deputy could see a partially clad woman lying face up on the floor.
He hurried over to her, and knelt beside her to feel for a pulse in the
carotid artery in her neck. There was none. And hers appeared not to be
a natural death. There was an ugly cluster of wounds on the top of her
head and blood had soaked her hair and the blanket beneath her. Deputy
Butschli backed carefully out of the room.
He asked the ashen-faced man to take a seat in the living room and to
refrain from touching anything until homicide detectives arrived.
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Sergeants Sam Hicks and Jerry Van Horne were already en route to help
secure the scene. In a broken voice, Milt English told Butschli that the
dead woman upstairs was his twenty-nine-year-old wife, Vera. He said
he'd found her on the floor when he returned from work at midnight. He
worked the swing shift, and he had left for work as usual about
three-forty that afternoon. Everything at home had been completely
normal. His wife's two little girls by a previous marriage were playing
outside and his son by a former marriage, John English, fourteen, was
off somewhere on his bike.
"I kissed my wife, picked up my lunchbox, put on my jacket, and left, "
English said. "Like I always do." He had called his wife's name when he
came home and received no answer. He said she worked two nights a week
in a gift shop at a nearby shopping mall, but the store closed at 9:00
P. M. Worried because she should have been home by then, he'd started to
look for her. Then he'd noticed that her car was missing from the garage
and assumed she'd been held up at work. "Where are the children? "
Butschli asked.
"The girls are here." English said that he'd checked on the little girls
when his wife hadn't answered him. They were sleeping soundly in their
room. "Since my son would have been baby-sitting if she was at work, I
went to his bedroom to ask him where she was. But on the way, I saw my
wife on the floor." His teenage son was not in the house, and English
was afraid that something had happened to him, too. The boy was always
very conscientious about caring for his seven- and eight-year-old
stepsisters. It just wasn't like him to leave the little girls alone in
the house.
Within minutes, the gray and white house in the quiet neighborhood was
alive with King County police cars. A deputy was posted at the door of
the bedroom where Vera English lay, they didn't want her small daughters
to see her body as detectives carried them to a neighbor's house. The
county homicide detectives surveyed the body of Vera English. Even in
death, it was apparent that the slender woman had been extremely
attractive.
It looked as if she had been the victim of a violent sexual attack, her
bloodied yellow sweater had been yanked above her full breasts, her bra
had been ripped open, and her legs were splayed in the classic rape
position. The lower half of her body was naked except for knee-length
nylons. The dead woman's panties lay near her body tied in knots.
There was a belt and a multicolored garment of some sort tied tightly
around her neck. A blue claw hammer just to the right of her shoulder
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