By the Side of the Road: The True Story of the Abduction and Murder of Ann Harrison
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The true crime story of the kidnapping, rape, and murder of a Missouri teen and her family’s journey to justice.
In the early hours of March 22, 1989, two friends—career criminals with violent felony convictions—drove around the eastern Kansas City area in a stolen car committing a series of crimes. The weather was mild for late March in Kansas City; the sky was clear, and there was the pale remnant of a Full Moon that bore the dubious name of Death Moon, the last full moon of winter.
A little before 7 a.m., fifteen-year-old Ann Harrison walked to the end of her driveway on Kansas City’s east side to wait for the bus to take her to Raytown South High School. Ten minutes later, she disappeared but no one saw what happened. As if waiting for her return, her belongings were still stacked carefully by the side of the road.
By the Side of the Road is the true crime story of the kidnapping, rape, and murder of Ann Harrison and the long journey forced upon her family who had to wait nearly three decades to see her killers brought to final justice.
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By the Side of the Road - Marla Bernard
Chapter 1
So, tell me about this Annie Harrison. She signed up to play for me this spring.
The Raytown softball coach inquired about the high school sophomore new to his team as Danny Meng listened on the other end of the phone line. Danny was a fixture in the city of Raytown and, if Coach Meng said a player was right, you could bank on that recommendation. Ann had played for Danny, and he was the one who encouraged her to go with this coach’s team on the sign-up night. Well, Annie isn’t the team’s best player, but you need her on your team. She’s the glue that holds it together. Every team needs an Annie Harrison. She’s the daughter that any dad would be proud to have. Trust me. You need her on your team.
Ann Harrison—Annie to those she was close to—had just turned fifteen years old one month before sign-up, and she was looking forward to a new season. Early March and teams were forming, but Annie—the team player, the friend, the universal daughter—would never play for the new coach. She would not play again. She had seen her last season.
Michael Taylor and Roderick Nunley were old friends. Taylor had nine prior felony convictions for burglary, stealing and tampering, and had absconded from the custody of a halfway house in November 1988. Kansas City police had issued a warrant for his arrest on December 1, 1988. Taylor was well-versed in prison and probation operations and escaped custody one more time before his story was over. He still had that outstanding warrant for his arrest when he elected to go on a round-the-clock stealing spree around the eastern Kansas City area with Nunley, a career criminal and a suspect in an unrelated homicide.
The two, who specialized in automobile thefts, were riding in a blue 1984 Monte Carlo SS they had stolen between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m. on Wednesday, March 22, 1989, from outside a residence in Grandview, Missouri, a suburb just south of Kansas City. The weather was mild for late March in Kansas City; the sky was clear and there was a full moon. According to the Farmer’s Almanac, we call a full moon in March a Worm Moon, but it also bears the dubious name of Death Moon because it is the last full moon of winter. March 22, 1989’s full moon was the Death Moon for the events about to transpire.
The two thieves ripped off T-tops
from vehicles in Raytown, Missouri, just east of the Kansas City border, as they smoked drug-laced cigarettes and drank wine. Then, they moved on to the next city over, Lee’s Summit, Missouri, to see what they could find to sell for cash and drugs at a local chop shop they liked to frequent. Those auto repair
businesses were notorious for dismantling stolen cars and selling parts; having opportunities to purchase hot
or stolen parts in high demand such as T-tops from chumps like Taylor and Nunley was a bonus for the illicit operators.
In the early morning hours, a Lee’s Summit police officer spotted the vehicle’s broken taillight and attempted to stop the car. A car chase ensued as Nunley sped up to over 90 miles an hour as they crossed city limits into Kansas City. On East U.S. 50 Highway at Unity Village—the road that separated Lee’s Summit from Kansas City—the officer suspended the chase at 3:42 a.m. that Wednesday morning. Police procedures did not allow the pursuit of a vehicle into another jurisdiction just for a traffic infraction. After the nature of all the crimes were revealed, the Lee’s Summit officer suffered tremendously from the what ifs
that plagued many officers. Had there been probable cause to stop the car, this story would have been only a second-page notation in the local newspaper. Had Taylor not slipped away from the halfway house five months earlier, there would have been no stolen car, no stolen property that led the killers to Ann’s neighborhood as they drove around, waiting for the chop shop to open, killing time. However, fate would not be so kind.
On March 22, 1989, at a little before 7:00 a.m., Ann Harrison walked to the end of her driveway on the east side of Kansas City to wait for the bus to take her to Raytown South High School. Her mom had called her on the intercom that connected the family home’s first floor with Ann’s room. The brown-haired, doe-eyed student set her books and flute case at the end of her driveway. Ann had placed her purse next to them, all items in a neatly stacked pile. The Wednesday before Easter was a cool midwestern morning requiring at least a sweater or light coat. Instead, Ann wore a favorite jean jacket—sporting a collection of souvenir pins—and pink slacks with matching socks, the epitome of 1980s fashion. Less than ten minutes from when she exited the front door, the school bus driver honked the horn to summon the teenager. Janel Harrison, Ann’s mother, responded alone to the sound of the horn. No one could locate Ann. She had only been a little over sixty feet from her front door and had been outside just a little over seven minutes.
Janel’s first thought was that Ann had gone back into the house, but the teenager was nowhere in sight. Ann was not playing with the family dog in the backyard. Janel went to a neighbor’s house to see if Ann had visited one of the neighbor girls who often rode the bus, but the girl’s mother had driven her to school that day. It was as though Ann had vanished. Janel was grappling with every mother’s worst fear as she returned to the house and phoned Bob Harrison, her husband and Ann’s father. Bob was at work in Overland Park, Kansas, southwest of the state line, but he made it back to the family home at record speed. Janel also called the Kansas City, Missouri Police Department to report Ann’s disappearance. Bob would also notify the police, but this call was to his brother, Paul, a captain with the KCPD. In rapid succession, ground and aerial searches for the teenager began in earnest.
Clad in school clothes and her jeans jacket, Ann seemed to have just disappeared. No sound, no visible struggle. As if waiting for her immediate return, Ann’s belongings were still stacked carefully by the side of the road. Still, neither searchers, police dogs, nor even the police helicopter could find any sign of where she might have gone. It was a parent’s worst nightmare and a frustrating set of circumstances for sex crime investigators who were first handed the case. Ann did not fit the profile for a runaway, and the items she left behind were a sign that she most likely had been abducted. But, as much as it appeared to the contrary, she did not just vanish into thin air on an early spring morning.
Ann was 5’ 7 and weighed 135 pounds. Although she was an outstanding athlete, her slender frame would be no match for the adult men who would take her hostage. Her volleyball coach would describe her as
tough, having real grit. Only a few weeks into her fifteenth year, it was perhaps that grit, that determination that allowed this child to negotiate with the terrorists that held her captive. She was a shy child, but she summoned a resilience that few adults could conjure up in the throes of such brutality. Dylan Thomas wrote about death in his verse,
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night, encouraging readers to
Rage, rage against the dying of the light." Ann Harrison resisted death with her entire being at a mere fifteen years of age.
A typical all-American girl, Ann was active in sports, the school band, and her church. She held a minor job at the local grocery, sacking food, but still was on the honor roll. Her room was messy, with neat
belongings. Her disappearance was not the stuff runaways were made of, and nothing appeared out of the ordinary in her room. They placed flyers in storefronts of local businesses and handed them out door to door. Her softball coaches went to truck stops handing out flyers to expand the search area. Quickly, word got out, and a convoy of truckers even responded to the site where Ann had been waiting to offer help and broadcast messages across their CB radios.
By late morning, volunteers placed a flyer with Ann’s picture in the local grocery store window where she bagged groceries. The story of the missing teenager was the breaking news lead on every television and radio station. Bob Harrison described Ann to reporters as an honor student who has been active in sports. Girls’ softball, soccer, volleyball. She loves to play sports.
Ann’s high school friend, David Schesser, was her boyfriend for a little over a year. Unfortunately, David was diagnosed with nerve cancer in his right leg in 1986 and relapsed in August 1988. Ann remained loyal through trips to the hospital and chemotherapy, displaying a maturity far beyond her years. Later, before anyone could arrive in person to break the news, David would learn of Ann’s death from the television in his hospital room.
Friends established a rewards fund, and newscasters repeatedly recited the TIPS crime hotline number. The Raytown softball league made a significant, anonymous donation to that reward, hoping the funds would be enough of a temptation for someone to report a potential suspect. Within a week, the TIPS Hotline reward grew from $1000 to $4000. A local company donated $2,000 with the request to remain unnamed, and a private donation of $1000, also anonymous, was added to the reward. People called with the information they claimed to have received through dreams, eavesdropping, clairvoyance, and one claimed his information was directly from God.
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In 1988, Kansas City, Missouri’s homicide rate ranked ahead of New York City, with 134 homicides that year, or 30 murders per 100,000 residents. Conversely, Raytown, Missouri, was a close-knit, middle-class city of roughly 30,000 in 1989. Violent crimes were rare, and the Raytown, Missouri Police Department’s claim to fame was traffic tickets. Ann was a sophomore at the Raytown South High School, and the Harrison residence sat mere blocks from the Raytown city limits. It was a quiet neighborhood where it should be safe to stand in one’s front yard.
The human-interest focus of the descriptions of her tidily stacked belongings left behind on the curb and her sweet, unassuming demeanor written in the local papers were, in the late 1980s, a sort of comfort. There was no second-by-second coverage reported by talking heads providing unsubstantiated commentary, the pure supposition of what may or may not have happened in a case. With today’s victim-of-the-week coverage on all the news channels and social media, the speculation is a warning sign, an advance obituary in draft form. In Ann’s case, there was still an air of hope, a prayer, and a whisper that she might still be alive. However, statistics reveal that if you do not locate a child within one to three hours, they are most likely dead. Timelines increase with age, but not to any significant degree.
By Thursday, the only information of any significance available to share was the description of a potential suspect vehicle driven by persons of interest.
Witnesses described the car as possibly a dark brown two-door Chevy Monte Carlo seen near the area of Ann’s disappearance. However, the close but no cigar
scenario kept law enforcement frustrated; the car turned out to be blue.
On March 23rd, the police interviewed one of Ann’s friends at the Raytown South High School. She rode the bus with Ann but didn’t wait at the same bus stop. On the day of Ann’s disappearance, she just surmised that Ann had missed the bus again. She said that Ann had trouble getting to the stop on time, and Ann’s mother now made her go out at 7:00 a.m. to wait at the bus stop, which was directly in front of their residence. It was only the length of a tractor-trailer truck from her front door to the curb where she last stood. She was so close but yet still too far from the safety of her own front door, unable to wrench herself away from the grip of death her abductor’s clench maintained.
When asked if she knew if Ann ran away or was unhappy, her friend stated Ann was not a runaway and only seemed sad about her boyfriend, David’s, battle with cancer. She said that she and her boyfriend would go with Ann and David to the local mall and movies. Ann didn’t like it when her parents limited the number of visits to David but otherwise was a quiet and well-adjusted girl. She indicated that one boy on the bus made vulgar comments to Ann who didn’t like it. She also mentioned the names of two boys who worked at the local grocery store with Ann and bothered her sometimes. The interview revealed a couple of individuals to follow up on, but nothing changed the fact that this was not a case of an unhappy girl running from her problems. When detectives followed up on those potential leads, they would find nothing useful.
After that interview, police officers contacted Ann’s best friend, Juliet Arndt. Her recollection was the same. Ann was a good girl and a loyal friend. She corroborated the first girl’s memory that one boy bothered Ann on the school bus and two boys at the local store where Ann worked. They would bother her once in a while, but nothing significant. Ann was not the type of girl who would run away, and the only thing that Juliet could remember that upset Ann was what officers had already learned; her boyfriend’s bout with bone cancer distressed her. Ann would sit with her boyfriend during his chemotherapy treatments, even when he was deathly ill from the poison intended to destroy his cancer cells. If he could tolerate the chemo, she could handle the sickening aftermath. In Ann’s world, it was just the right thing to do. That’s the person she was. Not only was she a good athlete and a good student, but she was also just a genuinely good kid.
Chapter 2
Sergeant Troy Cole from the Homicide Unit worked as the floor supervisor on the 4:00 p.m. to midnight shift. He learned that someone had reported a blue Monte Carlo as an abandoned vehicle. At that time, the Sex Crimes Unit, a part of the Violent Crimes Division, was investigating Ann’s case. Also, everyone throughout the department was on high alert for a missing teen, as this type of case had captured the entire city’s hearts and attention. It would soon become national news.
Sergeant Cole had extensive experience as a detective and a supervisor in the Violent Crimes Division, precisely nine years dedicated to the Homicide Unit. He had previously led a special task force of eleven detectives to investigate notorious serial killer Robert Berdella. Berdella was dubbed The Kansas City Butcher
because he routinely dismembered his victims, disposing of their bodies in the trash, and, according to rumor, cannibalized at least one of his victims. Ironically, Judge Alvin Randall, who sentenced Roderick Nunley and Michael Taylor in Ann Harrison’s case, also presided over the Berdella case. When Berdella died of a massive heart attack during his incarceration at the Missouri State Penitentiary, Judge Randall stated, Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.
Cole had also led the special investigative squad