Without Pity: Ann Rule's Most Dangerous Killers (21 page)

No one would ever know that except for Donna and her killer.

On November 8, 1984, the Washington State Attorney General’s Office charged Noyes Russell Howard, fifty-four, with first-degree murder in the death of his first wife almost nine years earlier. Attorneys Susan Hahn and Wes Raber were appointed to defend him.

But the murder case was to be kept from the courtroom even longer. Challenges were made in pre-trial hearings asking who was going to pay for the defense, challenges that were ultimately appealed to the State Supreme Court. Eventually the state and not Yakima County was found liable for the cost of Russ Howard’s defense since it was the state that had filed the murder charges.

In 1986 Washington’s state legislature appropriated $50,000 to pay for Russ Howard’s defense.

The trial finally began on October 13, 1986, in Superior Court Judge James Gavin’s courtroom. Greg Canova was the sole prosecutor, and most of the State’s witnesses would be experts in forensic science.

The only civilian witness Canova called was Sunny Riley. She made an excellent witness as she testified for hours. Yes, she had been told by Russ before the murder that he planned to kill Donna with a hammer and make it look as though a horse had kicked her. And yes, he had called her on the day of the murder and told her he had done it. The courtroom was hushed as Sunny related that Russ had complained it had taken him three blows with the hammer to do the job. Sunny said she hadn’t wanted to believe it was true, and when she did allow herself to believe it she said she thought that something would happen to prevent her from actually marrying Russ. Yes, she acknowledged softly, part of her had still loved him even then.

In the end Sunny said she could not live with the thought that Donna Howard’s murder had never been discovered.

Each side had its forensic pathology witnesses because the burden of the case rested ultimately on one small skull, its battered occiput reconstructed from nineteen shattered pieces.

It was hard going all the way. The defense would not even stipulate that the skull in evidence belonged to Donna Howard.

The forensic pathologists and anthropologists for the State agreed that the massive crushing at the back of Donna’s skull
might
have been caused by a hammer, but that the fracture in the front of the skull
definitely
had been.

The defense team called Dr. Muzzall (then practicing in Alaska), Dr. William Brady, and Cyril Wacht, a world-famous forensic pathologist from Pittsburgh. They disagreed with the absolute statements the State’s doctors had made. “Our position was,” Defense Attorney Susan Hahn said, “[the injury] does look like a hammer [caused it]. But that’s not the only thing that could cause that kind of injury, and the explanation that was originally given was still the best explanation.”

Greg Canova questioned Dr. Muzzall carefully about the original autopsy. He asked Muzzall to step down from the witness stand and demonstrate just how the injuries could have occurred given the original autopsy’s scenario. Greg Canova argued that a contortionist could not have gone through the sequence that Donna Howard’s body was alleged to have completed. Dr. Muzzall resolutely disagreed, and maintained his original stance.

Seventeen days after the trial began the jury retired to deliberate. They went out on the evening of October 30, 1986, and returned in the early afternoon on Halloween. It took them eight hours to find Russ Howard guilty of premeditated first-degree murder.

“I had a feeling the jury wanted to find a way to find the man innocent,” the jury foreman commented later. “Then there was the feeling, as one juror said, ‘I know he did it, but…’We talked about what would follow that ‘but.’ There was nothing there.”

Judge Gavin sentenced Howard to life with a twenty-year minimum term. That would make him eligible for parole in thirteen years and eight months, around the turn of the century—when he was almost seventy. Noyes Russell Howard, fifty-six years old in 1986, continues to maintain his innocence, as do his daughters, and he continues to appeal his conviction.

As this is being written it is January, 1994, almost two decades since Donna Howard walked out to the stable for the last time. In her case, the wheels of justice ground exceedingly slow—but they
did
grind. Without Bobbi Bennett’s determination and dedication, without Greg Canova and Bob Keppel, Donna would have lain un-avenged throughout time.

Noyes Russell Howard was paroled from prison as he neared seventy. He returned to Yakima, where he died on September 2, 2002.

I
n 1958
Bill Brand lived in Fairbanks, Alaska, with his wife and small daughters. He was in his early thirties, a tall, sandy-haired man who was handsome in a rugged way that seemed to fit Alaska. He was involved in lumber and construction and was already on his way to a considerable fortune. Brand had had the foresight to see where Alaska was headed and had dug himself a solid foothold in the building supply business there. When Alaska became the forty-ninth state on January 3, 1959, Bill already had it made. The largest state in the union had the smallest population, but it was about to boom, and housing was in great demand. As the years went by Bill Brand would become an extremely wealthy man.

Jackie Lindall* was seventeen, pretty, dark-haired, and slender when she met Bill Brand for the first time. She had moved from her Minnesota home to go to the University of Alaska in 1958, leaving behind small-town life and a large, loving family. She had a sister two years older than she, and two brothers, seven and twelve years younger. Although it was hard for her to travel so far from home, a spirit of adventure burned within Jackie. And Alaska was about as adventurous a spot as Jackie could imagine.

Wherever she went, Alaska—or rather, what it meant to her—would always call her back and back and back.

Her family didn’t worry about Jackie as much as they might have because she was going to live with the Brand family instead of in a college dormitory or apartment. She would be a nanny for the little girls and help around the house to pay for her room and board.

Bill Brand apparently found the willowy teenager absolutely enchanting. To a seventeen-year-old a man over thirty must have seemed far removed from her social sphere, and yet it is likely she found him a little exciting; he was dynamic, and much smoother than the college boys she met. Indeed, Jackie may well have had a crush on Bill.

Whatever Jackie’s and Bill’s relationship may have been in the late 1950s and early 1960s, nothing openly marred the surface of the Brand marriage. Although his work meant he was always busy and often away from home, Bill was a devoted father, and seemingly as devoted a husband. He and his wife had a third baby girl.

After a few years of living with the Brands Jackie graduated from college and returned to Minnesota. Jackie moved out of Bill’s life. Or rather, she tried to. Bill Brand always managed to know where Jackie was and what she was doing. He never really let her go.

With her personality, poise, and beauty, Jackie Lindall quickly found a job with Northwest Orient Airlines. Jackie went through flight attendant’s training in Minneapolis in 1962. (She was called a stewardess in those days.) Her first home base was in Washington, D.C.—all the way across the country from Bill Brand.

In 1963 Jackie shared an apartment with another stewardess from her training class, and she was caught up with a new social life, dating, and making friends. She refused, however, to date pilots or other airline employees. More experienced stewardesses had warned her that it usually brought only grief. But then, she didn’t need to; Jackie met scores of men on every flight. One businessman, Dan Barret,* who flew regularly between Detroit and Washington, introduced her to his roommate in Washington, D.C., Cal Logan.* Jackie fell in love with Cal, and they were soon engaged. For a while she was able to relegate her life in Alaska to her past, and she was excited about her wedding plans.

Only months before her wedding day Cal Logan was killed in an automobile accident. That was the first time violent death wiped out Jackie’s plans. Dan Barret had lost his best friend, and Jackie had lost the man she planned to marry. They comforted each other, and it strengthened their platonic friendship. For years Dan was special to Jackie—but she never loved him in a romantic way.

Whatever might have happened between Jackie and Bill back in Fairbanks, it was pivotal in his life. He had never forgotten Jackie, and he missed having her as a part of his life. She was no longer a schoolgirl. She was a grown woman now, and drifting farther and farther away from him. He had no intention of letting that happen. Bill Brand wanted Jackie—possibly he had from the first time he saw her—and he detested the thought that another man might touch her. Even though he remained in his marriage he kept tabs on her, calling her often, questioning her when she wasn’t home for his evening calls. Brand comforted himself for a long time, convinced Jackie wouldn’t have sex with anyone else because she had such a solid midwestern religious background.

It did not seem to occur to him that an affair with a married man—himself—might be far more alien to her moral upbringing than intimacy with a single man.

Jackie’s friendships with the other flight attendants were solid, and she would keep in touch with many of them for the next two decades, just as she remained close to the friends she had grown up with in Minnesota, and with her brothers and sisters and parents. She was a very loving young woman; Jackie was “down-to-earth,” according to friends. Despite her tragically short engagement to Cal Logan, most of her close girlfriends had realized even then that Jackie’s real longing was for Bill Brand. Few of them would ever actually meet the man Jackie spoke of in such glowing terms.

Jackie compared every man she met to Brand, and none measured up. But instinctively she tried to pull away from the big man she had left behind in Alaska. Although she had probably loved Bill Brand since she was in college, Jackie wanted security. She wanted a home and a husband who could support her without worrying about bills. She had exquisite taste, and she hoped one day to be able to have the home she wanted without considering the cost.

Bill had taught her that. He had told Jackie over and over that
she
was like royalty—that she should never consider riding a bus or streetcar. That was for ordinary women, and she was special. She never believed that part—but subtly, cunningly, Bill had instilled in Jackie an appreciation of and desire for expensive clothes and lovely homes.

After Cal died Jackie began to date often, but in the back of her mind there was always Bill. And Bill was not free to marry her. Bill Brand was not an option for her.

After she had spent a few years in the East, Northwest Airlines transferred Jackie to Seattle. It was a promotion; now she would have a chance to fly to the Orient as well as the States. One of her best friends was transferred with her. They had lived a block apart in Washington, D.C., and they were delighted and surprised to find they had taken apartments just as close in Seattle.

Bill Brand would later claim that Jackie became pregnant in the summer of 1965. He suspected the father was either an Alaska state trooper or an airline pilot. He told people the “pregnancy” was aborted while Jackie was on a flight to Tokyo. The alleged father of that child was rumored to have committed suicide in Anchorage, Alaska. It was all very nebulous. It may have been true; more likely it was a vicious figment of Bill Brand’s jealous imagination. Years later, as he looked back upon his life and Jackie’s, he saw indiscretions that had never happened, and he hated vehemently anyone he thought might have come between him and Jackie.

Friends who knew Jackie Lindall since kindergarten and others who remember a younger Bill Brand believe the physical affair between Jackie and Bill probably began in the mid-sixties. He was, of course, still married, but his obsession with Jackie had continued undeterred by time or distance.

Although far apart in miles, Alaska and Seattle seem right next door to northwesterners, and commuters fly back and forth all the time. Brand frequently had business in Seattle, or he
made
business in Seattle. Jackie was flying out of Seattle, and he saw her as often as he could, seething with jealousy over her other suitors.

And still he did not plan to divorce his wife or leave his children. He offered Jackie nothing more than an affair. For the ultimately selfish man, it worked out well. Jackie would have her job to fill much of her time, and she would wait for Bill in the meantime. Brand couldn’t see that she might need a life beyond that; he liked the thought of her in her Seattle apartment, waiting for his call.

He made vague promises to Jackie from time to time. Someday, perhaps, they
could
be married, but not until his children were grown. He missed Jackie when he was away from her, but he was a very busy man, continuing to build his fortune in Alaska’s booming construction era.

For Jackie it wasn’t as easy; she wanted a
life.
She could see her twenties passing by with no man who was really her own, and she dreaded spending her life that way. Bill was always showering her with presents—but presents were cold comfort over lonely weekends.

Friends remembering Jackie recall that, of all things, Jackie seemed to need security the most—emotional security and financial security. Bill Brand was not in a position to give her either.

At that point, in the mid-sixties, Jackie probably truly loved Bill Brand. She clung to the same dream every “other woman” has—that someday Bill would be divorced and they would marry. He was even more attractive at forty than he had been when she first moved into his home, and he was quite powerful in the business world, making money hand over fist. As one of Jackie’s friends said later, Jackie would have left any man for a chance to marry Bill Brand. “He personified all the things she admired in a man.”

Jackie turned down scores of dates to keep her promise to be faithful to Bill.

But finally there were just too many days and too many long nights alone. Maybe Jackie intended to force Bill’s hand; maybe not. More likely, in the end she simply couldn’t bring herself to break up another woman’s home. Jackie met another man, a good man who was free to be with her. Jud Jessup* was divorced and had custody of his two children. Worst of all for Bill Brand, Jessup lived on the East Coast.

By 1967 Jackie was twenty-six, and she had decided to marry Jud and help him raise his youngsters. It was a decision that Bill Brand deplored. He was incredibly vicious when he spoke of Jessup and his children. He could not imagine why Jackie would leave him to raise what he termed “another man’s idiots.” As he remembered the situation, the events were cunningly rearranged to suit his obsession. It was almost as if he believed that Jackie had been somehow
forced
to marry Jud Jessup, and that Bill had tried vainly to save her.

Bill Brand was a man who kept diaries, marked dates on calendars; writing down his thoughts helped him remember those things that were of great importance to him, both in business and in his relationships. He would one day write a long, long letter, the pages chronicling so many years of his feelings for—and about—Jackie. Many of his recollections were about the many rendezvous the pair had had.

Brand would not accept Jackie’s marriage to another man.