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Authors: Ann Rule
Tags: United States, Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, True Crime, Murder, Case studies, Washington (State)
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gather up whatever he had left in Italy, return to the United States, and find a way to revive his career. His fondest hope was to win custody of Cara, although he didn’t think that would ever be possible.
When it first burst from the forest floor in the fall of 1971,
Evergreen State College in the Washington State capital of Olympia, was criticized by the state’s more staid and established colleges. Detractors called it a “kiddy college, “ and claimed Evergreen was only for hippies and dropouts who weren’t really serious about getting an education. Evergreen did attract artists and musicians and freethinkers, but it would one day take a respected place in the hierarchy of higher education in the Pacific Northwest. Having been raised in a home where avant garde thinking prevailed, it wasn’t surprising that Scott Scurlock was attracted to Evergreen. Nobody in his family was a conformist, and he himself certainly was not. Scott had had his two years living the life of a carefree bachelor in Hawaii, with more adventures than most men ever know. He had soon grown bored with his Fairfax County building inspector job. Bill Scurlock thought it was time that Scott settled down to studying, and he approved of his enrolling at Evergreen in 1978. If Scott ever hoped to find a serious job, he was going to need a four-year degree. Scott assured his father that he would get his bachelor’s degree. He had lost enthusiasm about getting his MD. He had scholarships and loans when he entered Evergreen to study biochemistry. The Evergreen College campus in the late seventies scarcely resembled any other in America. It was still the forest primeval it had been only a short time before. Fir and cedar trees crowded next to paths between buildings, and huge stumps remained from early logging days. When Scott Scurlock started there in the early 1980s, it was as verdant a forest as a “tree hugger” could wish for.
Scott first lived in student housing, and then he found a little gray house to rent on Overhulse Road NW outside of Olympia.
He was attracted to the house because it sat on nineteen heavily treed acres, close to Evergreen but with a comforting sense of complete isolation from civilization. Although Scott Scurlock had survived the cliff jumping, and other daring stunts in Hawaii, he came close to death in Olympia. “Scott was driving his Volkswagen bug and he almost died in it, “ a friend remembered. “A truck ran a red light and creamed him. He scooted right underneath the rig and it almost took his head off. The bug was smashedi mean smashed, he should have died.
That was his moment. I think his angels saved him.” After a brief hospitalization, Scott Scurlock was as good as new. But the accident did not slow him down or sober him. He wasn’t a typical college kid, he was nearly twenty-five and he was used to traveling and living a high life.
College scholarships weren’t going to pay for that. Scott had always had a knack for making friends. He kept those he had even though his antics some times caused temporary estrangement sand he made new friends constantly. He was the center of any number of social circles.
There was an energya vibrancy that surrounded him. As he moved through his twenties, Scott Scurlock only grew more handsome. With his thick and wavy dark hair and perfectly balanced chiseled features, he was catnip to women. And he loved women in great numbers. It may not have been in him to maintain a monogamous relationship, or it may have only been that he had not found the one woman who was right for him.
But Scott always had male friends too. As much as he loved women, he probably was more comfortable in the company of his male buddies.
While Scott studied chemistry at Evergreen, he was also learning how to augment his income by reducing an intricate chemical formula into a much-sought after product, crystal meth. “Crystal meth” is a delicately distilled form of methamphetamine, a
When it first burst from the forest floor in the fall of 1971,
Evergreen State College in the Washington State capital of Olympia, was criticized by the state’s more staid and established colleges. Detractors called it a “kiddy college, “ and claimed Evergreen was only for hippies and dropouts who weren’t really serious about getting an education. Evergreen did attract artists and musicians and freethinkers, but it would one day take a respected place in the hierarchy of higher education in the Pacific Northwest. Having been raised in a home where avant garde thinking prevailed, it wasn’t surprising that Scott Scurlock was attracted to Evergreen. Nobody in his family was a conformist, and he himself certainly was not. Scott had had his two years living the life of a carefree bachelor in Hawaii, with more adventures than most men ever know. He had soon grown bored with his Fairfax County building inspector job. Bill Scurlock thought it was time that Scott settled down to studying, and he approved of his enrolling at Evergreen in 1978. If Scott ever hoped to find a serious job, he was going to need a four-year degree. Scott assured his father that he would get his bachelor’s degree. He had lost enthusiasm about getting his MD. He had scholarships and loans when he entered Evergreen to study biochemistry. The Evergreen College campus in the late seventies scarcely resembled any other in America. It was still the forest primeval it had been only a short time before. Fir and cedar trees crowded next to paths between buildings, and huge stumps remained from early logging days. When Scott Scurlock started there in the early 1980s, it was as verdant a forest as a “tree hugger” could wish for.
Scott first lived in student housing, and then he found a little gray house to rent on Overhulse Road NW outside of Olympia.
He was attracted to the house because it sat on nineteen heavily treed acres, close to Evergreen but with a comforting sense of complete isolation from civilization. Although Scott Scurlock had survived the cliff jumping, and other daring stunts in Hawaii, he came close to death in Olympia. “Scott was driving his Volkswagen bug and he almost died in it, “ a friend remembered. “A truck ran a red light and creamed him. He scooted right underneath the rig and it almost took his head off. The bug was smashedi mean smashed, he should have died.
That was his moment. I think his angels saved him.” After a brief hospitalization, Scott Scurlock was as good as new. But the accident did not slow him down or sober him. He wasn’t a typical college kid, he was nearly twenty-five and he was used to traveling and living a high life.
College scholarships weren’t going to pay for that. Scott had always had a knack for making friends. He kept those he had even though his antics some times caused temporary estrangement sand he made new friends constantly. He was the center of any number of social circles.
There was an energya vibrancy that surrounded him. As he moved through his twenties, Scott Scurlock only grew more handsome. With his thick and wavy dark hair and perfectly balanced chiseled features, he was catnip to women. And he loved women in great numbers. It may not have been in him to maintain a monogamous relationship, or it may have only been that he had not found the one woman who was right for him.
But Scott always had male friends too. As much as he loved women, he probably was more comfortable in the company of his male buddies.
While Scott studied chemistry at Evergreen, he was also learning how to augment his income by reducing an intricate chemical formula into a much-sought after product, crystal meth. “Crystal meth” is a delicately distilled form of methamphetamine, a
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