Jun 11, 2019 7:47 pm
[ +- ] Summary of NYPD and FBI Case Files
Abigail Laura Wright (Caucasian female, 27 YOA), a successful fine artist, is missing from her apartment in Manhattan. She was last seen four days before she was reported missing on 4 JUN by her father, Nassau County police officer Thomas Wright (Caucasian male, 51 YOA). Wright pulled strings to get the NYPD immediately involved. Abigail lived in Manhattan for seven and a half years, and in that time, only went to the police once, to report a mugging in 1994 (unsolved). Besides this, she has a distinguished academic record and an impressive list of credentials and former clients. Late last year, her first show was held at the Mercury, a trendy art gallery downtown on Franklin Street. She managed to sell fifteen pieces, and with this money took a half-year off to paint.
Six months later, she disappeared on — as best the authorities can guess — 1 JUN 1995. When the police opened her studio in the Macallistar building at East 32nd Street in the Rose Hill neighborhood of Manhattan on 4 JUN, they found a baffling tableaux. What once was a modest apartment had become an obsessive-compulsive’s dream. Every available surface was covered in junk, glued or taped to the walls. Only the floor remained clear, the rug yanked up to reveal a battered linoleum surface. Among the junk were sets of dentures, partial dentures, a 1940s wheelchair, some modern and antique artificial limbs, dozens of shirts, shoes and briefcases, assorted radios spanning several decades (some still operational), all manner of jewelry, earrings, rings, and necklaces, and thousands of papers of all designs and ages, some in Spanish, Mandarin, and even a college economics report in Farsi. Almost all these items were glued to the wall with a fast-setting, cheap, full-bond epoxy. Prior to this, Abigail had been a fastidious young woman not given to accumulating odds and ends. Beyond the stripped floor and missing furniture, they were no obvious signs of a struggle or any other sort of violence, and the neighbors offered no useful testimony. Detectives investigated several leads, but uncovered nothing. The apartment remained a crime scene and was visited four times by the NYPD, and only twice by detectives due to backlog.
Two months later, on 4 AUG 1995, Abigail’s credit card was used in Patience, Maryland, to purchase a pack of Old Gold cigarettes, and the case was given to the New York FBI as a possible interstate kidnapping. The FBI re-examined the tenants of the building and Abigail’s associates and friends, and came to the same dead end which stopped the NYPD. The employees at the gas station where Abigail’s credit card was used had no particular recollection of the transaction and did not recognize Abigail from photographs; the signature on the receipt was her name, but not her handwriting. The gas station had no surveillance cameras.
Six months later, she disappeared on — as best the authorities can guess — 1 JUN 1995. When the police opened her studio in the Macallistar building at East 32nd Street in the Rose Hill neighborhood of Manhattan on 4 JUN, they found a baffling tableaux. What once was a modest apartment had become an obsessive-compulsive’s dream. Every available surface was covered in junk, glued or taped to the walls. Only the floor remained clear, the rug yanked up to reveal a battered linoleum surface. Among the junk were sets of dentures, partial dentures, a 1940s wheelchair, some modern and antique artificial limbs, dozens of shirts, shoes and briefcases, assorted radios spanning several decades (some still operational), all manner of jewelry, earrings, rings, and necklaces, and thousands of papers of all designs and ages, some in Spanish, Mandarin, and even a college economics report in Farsi. Almost all these items were glued to the wall with a fast-setting, cheap, full-bond epoxy. Prior to this, Abigail had been a fastidious young woman not given to accumulating odds and ends. Beyond the stripped floor and missing furniture, they were no obvious signs of a struggle or any other sort of violence, and the neighbors offered no useful testimony. Detectives investigated several leads, but uncovered nothing. The apartment remained a crime scene and was visited four times by the NYPD, and only twice by detectives due to backlog.
Two months later, on 4 AUG 1995, Abigail’s credit card was used in Patience, Maryland, to purchase a pack of Old Gold cigarettes, and the case was given to the New York FBI as a possible interstate kidnapping. The FBI re-examined the tenants of the building and Abigail’s associates and friends, and came to the same dead end which stopped the NYPD. The employees at the gas station where Abigail’s credit card was used had no particular recollection of the transaction and did not recognize Abigail from photographs; the signature on the receipt was her name, but not her handwriting. The gas station had no surveillance cameras.