Where’s Johnny?
The Man in the Black Mask- 87 views
- 15 Oct 2024
In a quiet neighborhood, a frightening figure in a hockey mask appears. Then another man disappears.
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You ready for what's coming? It was a happy habit, the evening walking walk. The summer habit, of course. Too soon now that crisp bite in the air would turn bitter cold. But not yet. That day, Friday, October third, had been uncommonly warm for Edmondson, and twilight seemed to linger as they ambled along the path that wound its way through their neighborhood. It was a good neighborhood, safe, established, not quite grand, but not modest either. So they wandered, the two of them, and listened to parents calling in kids from the park. Almost dark now. There, out of nowhere, there it was, sudden, shocking, terrifying.
I have never in my life felt fear like that.
That is Marissa Grinny, remembering the young man who stumbled out of an alley and collapsed at their feet.
Came right across our path, just in a felon in front of us.
So stumbling along. Marissa's partner, Trevor Hostinger, was alarmed, too, but something about it seemed off somehow.
And to me, that didn't look real. It looked like it was staged.
And what was he doing or saying, or how is he behaving?
He looked at me and said, I'm being robbed. Can you help me?
And it was just an instant bad feeling. It was like everything in my body just tensed up. I felt bad. This is a bad situation. I knew right away something was wrong.
And then, as if on cue, another man appeared seemingly in pursuit.
And then as I looked up, the attacker almost actually ran into me.
Attacker? Looked that way, at least. Whoever it was, was wearing a dark hooded sweatshirt and a hockey mask, just like the serial killer Jason in all those Friday the 13th movies.
It's like every nightmare you had as a child after watching a scary movie. Sure. Every nightmare you've ever had, all of a sudden it's right here. This masked guy is standing there.
And then, said Marissa, the mask man did something quite unexpected.
Well, he, the guy in the mask, was pretending that they were friends, that those two were friends.
Pretending? Maybe they really were friends.
Because the way that he fell, to me, looked staged.
To get us to stop so that they could rob us.
Yeah, we thought it was a setup for us.
Now convinced this was some choreograph mugging, Marissa took off running.
I was like, I'm getting out of here right now. I was so scared. I was so scared, and I needed to get out of here.
But not Trevor. He stayed behind, still not quite sure if the man lying at his feet begging for help was in need of saving or how to do him harm. So you didn't know whether he was going to assault you.
Exactly.
Or whether he was running from that guy for real.
Exactly.
My response was to run and get the hell out of here. His response was, What's going on here? I need to figure out what's going on.
She was down the block.
I was freaking out on him. I was yelling at him. I was screaming at him, and I was so mad at him, and I was screaming high pitch, Trevor, Trevor. Because he kept trying to figure out what was going on. I was saying, Trevor, what were you trying to do? Why are you trying to be hero? You're trying to be a hero. And I was like, I just wanted to go.
Trevor said the man in the hockey mask then calmly walked away and disappeared back into the alley from which he came. But not the man lying on the path. He stayed right where he was. What in the world was going on? Trevor was done trying to solve this mystery and ran after Marissa, leaving the man on the path behind, still pleading for help. Rather like a seasoned method actor, like it was an episode of the twilight Zone. Trevor and Marissa got home quick as they could and called the police, telling them about the man in the mask and the guy begging for help.
We said, Well, we think we're getting robbed. That's how we had described it was we thought we were going to be robbed. So where could they go from that? It was a weird situation.
A report was taken. Squad cars proud the streets and alleys nearby, though by then it was too dark to see much of anything.
And then they snipped around and that was that.Didn't find it.Didn't find anything.
And no victim ever came forward. No one ever reported to police that they had been assaulted in a quiet neighborhood by a man in a hockey mask.
I still have nightmares about that mask.
So was this some staged robbery attempt or someone's idea of a sick prank?
I really thought that at the end of this thing, he just laughs his way all the way to the bank on it. At the end of the day, it's a big publicity thing for him.
Or was it something else altogether? Did you feel sometimes like you're in the middle of Alice in Wonderland or the Matrix or something? Oh, absolutely. I'm Keith Morison, and this is Dateland's newest podcast, The Man in the Black Mask. Episode one, where is Johnny? Edmonton, Alberta, doesn't always get quite the attention it probably deserves. That generally goes to its flashier sibling Calgary, a three-hour drive south. Edmonton, on the other hand, is the provincial capital home to a million people, birthplace of all kinds of famous types like Michael J. Fox, Katie Lange, Tommy Cheung, and booming on and off, courtesy of the massive oil sands a hundred or so miles to the north. Edmontonians are used to the roughnecks and roustabouts who blow through town on their way to and from the oil patch, which is perhaps why a particular case often sucks up the time of the Edmonton Police Service, missing persons. Though typically, such cases tend to solve themselves once the victim sobers up. So when veteran Homicide Detective Bill Clark got a missing person case dumped on his desk.
I'm not thinking much is going to come with this.
That is Bill Clark. Shaved head, thick mustache, built like a cannon ball. And in that moment, Bill Clark was not happy. To call out a veteran homicide cop like him on a missing person case? Well, that just wasn't done.
We don't usually go to a missing person. We We're very picky on what we go to. Basically, unfortunately for us to come out, you got to be dead, and it better be criminal. We don't even want to come out if you're just dead. We got enough to work on. If the patrolman doesn't know it's criminal, don't bother calling us. Do we have a murder? Because if we don't, this isn't our file. I mean, we have no indication of foul play, nothing, right?
The missing person in this case was a guy who, no surprise, worked in the oil fields. Johnny Altinger was his name. The friends who called it in said he was 39 years old, tall, lanky, with short brown hair, friendly open face, and a lopsided grin. They said they hadn't seen him in a couple of weeks. Wasn't like him, they said. So with a grumble from Clark, they opened a file on Johnny Altinger. No idea back at the beginning how important that name was going to be. Anyway, Clark and the other investigators has put together a list of Altinger's known friends and family members and started making calls to see if the guy really was missing or just out on a bender. One of those friends was a woman named Deborah Tyecrobe.
John was a very good friend. He was very warm and loving and kind.
We talked to Deborah, too, and she told us she met Johnny Altinger on a dating website.
On plentyoffish. Com.
Johnnyoffish. Com?
Yes.
Deborah looked to be in her early 30s, petite with bobbed brown hair. She said nurses training had kept her far too busy to even think about dating. But now she was done and maybe ready for a man in her life.
And I thought, Okay, I'm going to get out there because they certainly were not falling through my roof. So I thought, I better get out there. And I also was very like, Oh, you know what? You have to be careful. I think when you put yourself out there, you have to have some air of caution about yourself.
Deborah has, well, will it be fair to call her the nurse's personality? Smart, hardworking, and quite obviously, compassionate. And she was looking for those same characteristics, maybe unrealistically, in a guy. But the ones she was meeting just weren't cutting it. And then she saw Johnny Altinger's upbeat dating profile and agreed to meet him for coffee.
I I was there early, and then John came in after, and John's quite tall. And so he came in, and he was his bubbly self. He was just like- Did he look like what you expected he to look like? Yeah, he did. Because I'd seen pictures, too, of him. And we chatted about the same stuff we talked about on the phone. Of course, we were both nervous. And so it was a really nice visit.
There was a but, however. Well, Johnny certainly saw sparks. Deborah said she did not.
I didn't feel that romantic chemistry with John.
But you liked him? Yeah, but he was- You liked him more like a brother.
Like a buddy, yeah, like a friend.
And as friends do, they began to pal around together.
I would say we spoke almost daily, go for coffee or lunch or I enjoyed spending time with him.
And so their friendship grew.
In his emails, he never just emailed me, Hi, Deborah. It was always, Hi, sunshine, girl. Everything had a-High sunshine, girl? Yeah, high sunshine. I used to think, Oh, my But it's not so bad. But it made me feel special. So I was like, Oh, that's really sweet. And I think that's part of what built our friendship. We lifted each other up as friends.
And he was perfectly happy to keep it going as a friendship.
Absolutely. Yeah.
A friendship so close that the two were comfortable talking about all the different women Johnny was meeting up with on that plenty of Fish website.
When he dated for about a month, and then it didn't work out, and then there was one other girl he was somewhat interested in, and I thought, Okay, then that's great.
When he told you about these women, he told you about them?
Yeah, he did.
Then around the middle of October, Deborah got an email from Johnny saying, Hi there.
I've met a wonderful girl named Jenn. I'm I'm going to Costa Rica, and I will keep in touch and call you when I get back after the holidays. Johnny.
What did you think about that?
My first thought was like, Oh, he's truly trying to get me to see he's moved on. But I was concerned for him, and I I felt like, be careful. You don't just get on a plane and go meet a girl in Costa Rica. You have to be careful. Then I think it was the following day, I was on MSN Messenger, and Johnny popped on line, and in quotation, conversations beside his name, it said, I've got a one-way ticket to heaven, and I'm never coming back.
Mind you, Johnny sent a message to a male friend or two as well. Detective Clark got hold of that one. It didn't mention heaven him.
He says, If anything happens to me, you know where I'm at, and laugh out loud.
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39-year-old oil field worker, Johnny Altinger, was missing. Maybe. Friends hadn't seen him around since early October, and yet those same friends were getting email messages from him saying he was on vacation in Costa Rica with a new love in his life. One email seemed to explain everything. It said, I've met an extraordinary woman named Jenn, who was offered to take me on a nice long tropical vacation. We'll be staying in her winter home in Costa Rica. A phone number to follow soon. I won't be back in town until December 10th, but I'll be checking my email periodically. See you around the holidays. Johnny. Which to Homicide Detective Bill Clark, seemed perfectly reasonable. Not hard to imagine that a love-struck man might want to leave the snow and ice of Edmonton behind and skip off to the tropics.
Who knows? Maybe he did go to Costa Rica. I mean, strange things have happened, right? You don't know.
Still, just to be thorough, investigators did a little tour of Altinger's condominium, and it was messy for sure. Dishes in the sink, clothes strewn about, But it certainly did not look like a crime scene.
Our crime scenes guys, they've reported back from Johnny's house that there's nothing here. There's no blood, no signs of a struggle. Yeah, the place is a little bit dirty. It's a bachelor pad. He didn't clean his dishes. So that's where we're at.
Oh, and his car was gone. His red Mazda coupe.
So let's find the car. Find the car. Hopefully, we find him or have an idea where he is.
Since Johnny Oettinger's email said he'd taken off for Costa Rica. Officers went to the airport, of course, and looked for that red Mazda of his. They searched in every parking lot, and it wasn't there. They combed through airline passenger lists. He wasn't on any of them. And just as the police were contemplating that puzzle, one of Altinger's friends surfaced with yet another intriguing email. This email was sent to Johnny while he was still in Edmonton, and it was from Jen, that woman he'd apparently accompanied to Costa Rica. It was sent to him the evening of their first date, October 10th. It was driving directions to her home, and Johnny hadn't met her yet, after all, so he forwarded the email to a friend just in case.
I can't remember the last word of the email, but he says, If anything happens to me, you know where I'm at.
There wasn't a phone number, not even an address, but there were detailed directions to replace. So two patrol officers drove the very route, and the directions led them to a quiet residential neighborhood and along a back alley to a detached two car garage. What an odd place to meet. The officers did some checking and found out the garage had been rented to a local celebrity of sorts, a guy named Mark Twitchell, who was making a name for himself as a scrappy young independent filmmaker. So they called him, and this Twitchell character readily agreed to leave his wife and daughter at bedtime and drive all the way across town and open up the garage. But when he got there, he took one look at the padlock on the door and realized somebody had changed it. He couldn't get in. So with Twitchell's permission, the cops broke in. Had a quick look around, and found nothing, except for an empty work table, few tools on a trash drum. The place was empty. Just the same. Why would someone change the lock? And why did that woman, Jen, direct Johnny Altinger to that backyard garage the very day he disappeared?
Don't know, said Mark Twitchell, but he'd be happy to tag along to the police station and help out any way he could.
The first thing that I noticed, the padlock didn't look familiar to me.
In fact, this is Mark Twitchell explaining to a detective named Mike Tabler that he'd been using the rented garage as a poor man's sound stage to shoot a short film. It was designed to drum up publicity, buzz, if you will, and with any luck, investor money to allow him to produce a full-length feature movie.
It's a suspense thriller. Actually, we do it. It's a short film. The total run time is only going to be about eight or nine minutes. You're good. So, yeah. Suspense thriller? Right.
Of course, he had a crew in and out of the place During filming, said Mark, and several actors. Maybe one of them was up to something? But it seemed unlikely, and none of them had ever asked to borrow the set for anything.
So if there was anything like that, If somebody needs to borrow the place or whatever, then they would let me know. They'll let you know. Or they'd ask for something like that. So, yeah, no, I don't know anything about that.
Anyway, he said he didn't need the garage anymore. He'd removed all his camera gear and props and this and that and moved on to a real film project he was shooting elsewhere.
I'm working on a comedy right now, which is actually a full-blown feature that's actually going to have a decent budget in the neighborhood of about three and a half million.
Which mattered not at all to Detective Tabler. Point was, where was Johnny Altinger? And who was that woman he'd been flirting with online? The one who gave him directions to the garage told him she'd meet him there and spirit him off to Costa Rica. The woman who'd signed her emails, Jen. Does Does the name Jen mean anything to you?
No. That's why ask me about that, too. And yeah, something like 10 or anything like that. So the name Jen doesn't mean anything to you.
You don't know a Jen. You don't have an actress named Jen. Mystifying, said Mark Twitchell. He had a bad feeling about this. A man disappears after telling his friends he was going to the very place Mark's movie had been shooting to meet some actress Mark had never heard of. And now police were involved.
As soon as they called me on the phone, I got this weird chill.
And on top of that, now he just discovered somebody changed the lock on his garage studio. That was all Mark Twitchell had to say. He didn't know a darn thing. He had nothing else to add. Unless this actress, Jen, was some phantom, and a garden variety backyard garage was like a magic portal, like in some sci-fi movie. Well, Detective Clarke's thoughts were more practical at that moment, and maybe urgent.
So we're thinking our next step, logically, is the garage. We got to check inside and have a close look.
What a strange coincidence it was. The rented backyard garage an independent Edmonton film crew was using as a studio was the very place the missing man, Johnny Altinger, was supposed to meet his mysterious blind date, Jen. Odd, especially since the movie's producer-director, Mark Twitchell, expressed exactly the same confusion as the police did. He didn't get it either. The dots didn't connect. Mark Twitchell said he didn't know Johnny from Adam, didn't know this Jen woman either. And besides, there was no evidence Johnny ever made it to the garage at all.
The close friends were the ones that had come to the police, and they basically had nothing other than his emails.
Detective Bill Clark wasn't in on the Mark Twitchell meeting, but he was curious. Was the guy truly on the up and up like it seemed he was? So Clark pulled up the video recording of Twitchell's chat with Officer Tabler.
When I watch an interview, I listen to what the guy says, but I'm looking at body language. I'm looking for signs of deceit. And I remember coming out of the interview going, Oh, this Mark Twitchell guy interviewed really well. There were no signs of deception. He's free-flowing with the information. He's answering the questions logically. I don't see any looking away. I don't see any of the nervousness. Nothing.
Oh, but now this case was under his skin. Bill Clark is, he doesn't mind admitting an old-school detective, the sort that seems to exist mostly in the movies these days. It's like a '50s film noir.
I'm a pitbull. I consider myself a pitbull. You get a case and you get your teeth into it. We're those A-type personalities, we want to get the guy. We want to get this guy and put him away.
But what guy or woman? Who was the bad guy to get in the Johnny Altinger case? Was there a bad guy? Was there even a crime? Who knew, really? So Clark kept himself on a tight leash. He had yet to smell anything like blood. You must have come to some point where you thought, Oh, this is definitely foul play.
No, not yet. Not at all.
All the cops had, after all, was a missing man who might just have run off somewhere with or without some mysterious woman named Jen, which It would certainly account for the fact that his red Mazda coupe was gone, too. But really, aside from a few curious emails that might or might not make any sense, there wasn't much for investigation it is to go on. So being cops, Clark and his colleagues employed standard procedure. They doubled back for a second look at things. Like that garage Johnny was apparently headed for when he vanished. The first time the cops went there, it was very once over.
So we're thinking our next step, well, logically, is the garage. We got to check inside and have a close look.
And so they applied for a search warrant to look more thoroughly, give the place a real forensic going over.
And it gets turned down because we're told we don't have a crime. We haven't proven there's a crime committed. And we're going, Oh, man. This is all good. Now what? Yeah. It's like, Now what? I said, Well, we might as well phone Twitchell. He was cooperative with Mike Tabler. Let's phone him up. Maybe he'll come down or we'll just get the I need from him. So I just phoned him up, and he's all good. No problem. And then he says, Well, I'm going to my mom's house. And I said, Well, you know what? Why don't we meet you there and you give us the key and then we'll go in? He goes, Yeah. I said, I'll need you to sign a consent form for us to search to grudge. Yeah, no problem. Mr. Cooper, just like he was in the interview the night before, doesn't raise any red flags with me at all. So we sent a detective out to meet up with Mark Twitchell.
Clark expected the detective to return in an hour or so with the key and consent form. But no, the detective called Clark instead with news that just couldn't wait about a story Mark Twitchell had just told him.
Detective says to me, he says, bought a red Mazdaff a guy.
And he didn't mention it at all?
Never mentioned He had a red car before.
But had somebody asked him about such a car before?
He'd been asked several times about the car.
During that first interview?
Yeah, and by the patrolman who first met him the first night at the garage. Not a mention. Now, all of a sudden, he tells Murphy, I bought a red car of a guy. Slipped my mind.Forgot to tell you about it.Slipped.
My mind.
Right away, I thought, there's something fishy going on.
So Clark invited Twitchell to come back down to the station for a meeting in 10:30 on a Sunday night. And Twitchell Agreed.
Everything you do now, we're analyzing. We call it the up arrow, down arrow scenario. This is an up arrow. Mr. Cooperative, we'll come down, we'll talk to us at 10:30 on a Sunday night. That's an up arrow for Mark, right? He's being cooperative. It's all good. Red car, Mazda hasn't mentioned it. Big down arrow. Big down arrow.
But two arrows? If that's all you had, it wouldn't buy you a cup of coffee in a weird investigation like this one.
You're flying by the seat of your pants. I don't know anything about Twitchell. We don't know anything about this guy. Our plan was, if he's going to tell us about the red car, he's going to have to tell us where it is. So our plan was, as soon as he tells us where it is, get someone in that room to go out and find a car. Maybe something comes up in the car. Let's get the trunk. We're thinking there's a body in it, maybe. We don't know. So Twitchell comes in. I shake his hand. Hey, Mark, thanks for coming in. Appreciate it. He's going, Yeah, sorry all about that red car. And I'm going, Mark, anybody could forget that. There's a lot going on. The police are involved, and the whole time I'm thinking, who would forget this red car? You're an idiot, buddy. Something's going on.
But as the interview proceeded, the young filmmaker was the very picture of cooperation.
So I got this call from my coproducer on the phone, this guy from Melly that's helping me put together my big feature, the Day Players Comedy.
He volunteered information. He answered questions without hesitation or any apparent guile. Clark watched his body language, and it was open, comfortable. So they got to the story about the red Mazda. And what a story that was, said Mark. He was sitting in his own car. He'd stopped for some reason just a few blocks from his rented garage.
Then this guy taps on my window.
And his knee-jerk reaction was?
And at first I'm thinking, okay, he's going to ask me for lose change or something like that.
As can happen anywhere, Edmondson included.
But he didn't look like a transient. He seemed to be just like a normal person.
Except what he wanted to do was not even close to normal, said Mark. The man was desperate to get rid of his car, offered to sell it right then and there to Mark for practically nothing. And the reason? It was crazy.
He goes, Well, I have shacked up with this really rich lady. It's like a sugar mama situation, and she's going to take care of me, and she's even going to buy me a new car when we get back from a vacation that we're going to take. So I'm just looking to unload buying. I don't really care that much how much I get for it. How much do you have on you? And so I say, Well, 40 bucks. And with that tone and everything, I'm not expecting anything here. And he was like, Yeah, sure. Fair enough. I'm thinking, Okay, what? Is there two tons of cocaine in the trunk? I'm trying to figure out what the catch is here.
Apparently, said Mark, there was no catch and nothing wrong with the car, except it had a standard transmission, which he didn't know how to drive. So he left it parked in a friend's driveway.
Did he live close by or not?
Yeah. He lives just there a couple of blocks away.
A detective listening in from another room sent someone out to look for the red car. And meanwhile, Bill Clark left the interview room, partly to regroup, but also to see how Mark would act when they left him alone. And if he was rattled, he certainly didn't show it. Instead, he calmly placed a call to his wife.
Hey. So what? Well, I tried to answer some more of their questions, and fill them in and everything like that. And it turns out that the car is, in fact, belonging to this missing guy, and it's a huge deal. So that's what this whole thing is about.
What in heaven's name was going on? Bill Clark didn't have a clue beyond his suspicions, that is. Something about this guy. He was just too something. So Bill Clark, good cop, decided to become Bill Clark, bad cop. Right or wrong, he was about to lean in on Mark Twitchell. The game's on.
It's me against him. I know it.
Coming up in future episodes of The Man in the Black Mask.
He told me that he just finished his House of Cards, which was about a serial killer, but he wanted to pursue more of that. And I said, Well, why not a female serial killer? Why is it got to be a guy? And I said, Let's explore that.In.
A story.Sure.
In a story.
And then I turn around, finally, and I see this guy, and he's wearing this mask. He's hitting me all over with this sun gun.
It was probably the most spellbinding interview I've ever had with a witness.
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