![]() “We had no I.D.-didn’t know who he was,” Bart recalled. An autopsy later revealed that he had been gagged with a tissue and a pack of Camel Lights. A ligature, made from plastic twine and two red dog chokers, was around his neck. A clump of hair, ripped from his scalp, was in the grass. ![]() The man’s head had been struck with a rock. Lifting it revealed signs of a brutal death. The body was partially shrouded by a blue blanket. When Bart arrived, morning fog was clinging to trees along the riverbank. The bridge was secluded enough to be private, but accessible by a country road. It was near the Monroe Honor Farm, where inmates milked cows to provide dairy to the state prison system. He was one of only two homicide detectives in Snohomish-a jurisdiction, just north of Seattle, that covers more than two thousand square miles. ![]() Bart was preparing to spend the day with his family, but he went anyway. On Thanksgiving morning, 1987, Rick Bart, a homicide detective in Snohomish County, Washington, got word that a pheasant hunter had discovered a body in a field beneath High Bridge, an overpass spanning the Snoqualmie River.
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