Colleen Daignault wouldn’t talk to just anybody, shy as she was. A shade over 5 feet, the 13-year-old girl, with her lovely long brown hair and fresh face, smiled sweetly in her missing person’s photo.

Wednesday, April 22, 1981 -- Daryn Todd Johnsrude

He had been in Vancouver for only two days.
 

Tuesday, May 19, 1981 -- Sandra Lynn Wolfsteiner

5th Sunday, June 21, 1981 -- Ada Court

Thirteen-year-old Ada Court of Burnaby babysitting at her brother and sister-in-law’s Coquitlam apartment, the same family apartment complex where the Olsons lived and where Olson Sr. and Leona worked as caretakers.  Sunday morning, Ada caught a bus to meet her boyfriend. Then, she simply vanished.

Fifty-two-year-old Jim Parranto, a White Rock resident, believed he saw Olson disposing of Ada’s body.
 

6th Thursday, July 2, 1981 – Simon Partington 

It was the disappearance of a nine-year-old Surrey boy, Simon Partington that was the turning point in The Case of the Missing Lower Mainland Children. The police could hardly list him as a runaway, given his young age and angelic-looking face. Police were sure that the slight, 4-foot-2-inch, 80-pound boy had been abducted. 

At about 10:30 a.m., after Simon’s usual big breakfast of cornflakes, he dressed in blue jeans and a blue T-shirt, hopped on his bike, with his brand new orange Snoopy book in the bike’s basket, and headed for a friend’s house. He never arrived. He disappeared only a few blocks from where Christine Weller was last seen alive. One of his school projects, a story he wrote called “The Hungry Tiger and the Gullible Duck,” foreshadowed his untimely death.

Thursday, July 9, 1981 – Judy Kozma 

It was not unusual to be traveling with younger people in the car as he cruised the streets. This time, 18-year-old Randy Ludlow was with him. Little did Ludlow know that only a week ago, Olson killed Simon Partington and two days before was charged with indecent assault on a 16-year-old girl. Ludlow rendered an eye-witness account of the last few hours of Judy Kozma’s life. 

“Between eleven and noon on July 9th I was with Olson,” Ludlow confirmed. “We were driving toward downtown New Westminster. Olson spotted a girl leaving a phone booth on Columbia Street in front of the Royal Columbian Hospital. He obviously knew her because he waved to her. She smiled and seemed to be happy to see him. He pulled over. She came across the street and talked with him.” 

Judy Kozma was on her way to Richmond to see a friend and to apply for a job at Wendy’s restaurant. A shy, pretty brunette, she was desperately looking for a second job. She had met Olson at McDonald’s where she already worked as a part-time cashier. 


“Hop in,” Olson said. “We’ll take you there.” 

Once in the car, Judy exclaimed, “This is good. This will be faster than the bus. I would have had to go all through Vancouver to get there.” 

Olson offered the two youths the ever-present beer in his car as he drove to Richmond. They arrived long before it was time for Judy’s job interview and too early for her to meet her friend, so they stopped at the Richmond Inn to buy some more beer. At one point Olson handed Ludlow a big wad of money to impress Kozma, only to take it back while getting more liquor. 

“When we returned to the car,” Ludlow would later explain, “Judy sat in the front passenger seat. I sat in back. Olson offered Judy a job cleaning windows at ten dollars an hour.” 

Leslie Holmes and Bruce Northorp in Where Shadows Linger tell what happened next: They returned to New Westminster where Olson bought a bottle of rum at the liquor store near the foot of 10th Street. He returned to the car with the rum, coke, and plastic glasses. On Olson’s instructions, Randy mixed drinks for all three. 

“Olson encouraged Judy to have another drink,” related Ludlow. “She didn’t want more.” 

Olson persisted. “Give her another drink, give her another drink,” he ordered. 

Eventually Judy agreed to take a light one. “Olson told me to mix it,” said Randy. “I gave her a glass of coke with no rum. I caught Judy’s eye and signaled it was only coke.” 

Judy took a sip and said, “This is really strong.” 

“Olson looked at me and nodded, indicating I had done well by giving her a stiff drink,” Ludlow continued. 

Olson then gave Judy some tiny green pills, saying, “Here, take these, they’ll straighten you out. They keep you from getting drunk.” She took the pills. 

Olson parked in the underground garage at the complex where he lived. Ludlow and Judy stayed in the car while he went to his apartment. Ludlow reflected, “This was the only time I detected any anxiety on her part. She was nervous and upset. I put it down to the fact she was fifteen years old, she had been drinking, and she was going to miss her job interview. She was crying and I wiped the tears from her eyes. Olson returned shortly and she seemed her old self again.” 

Olson then dropped Ludlow off at the Lougheed Mall. 

“The next time I saw Olson he said he dropped her off at Richmond. I learned much later he killed Judy, then went on vacation the next day.” Olson took Joan and little Clifford to Knotts Berry Farm near Los Angeles in the U.S. until July 21.

Thursday, July 23, 1981 -- Raymond King Jr. 

“There’s just no way he could have run away,” Raymond King’s father had said. He was not a runaway. The slight, sandy haired Ray King Jr. was enjoying his summer holidays and looking for his first real job. He made his routine trip to the Canada Manpower Youth Employment Centre, chaining his bike behind the building. Keen to do any type of work, he had come to the center so often over the summer that the staff was getting to know him. 

Young Ray met Olson that day. Lured by a promise of work, Olson drove them along a route he frequently traveled, along Highway No. 7 towards Harrison Mills and Weaver Lake. Turning off the highway, he headed for the popular camping area then took a rough, back-country road that led to a B.C. Forest Service campground beside the Alpine Lake. He staved the boy’s head with rocks and then dumped the youngster’s body off the steep, hillside trail. 

The police did not think that the 15-year-old boy would have abandoned his bike. “Usually if a kid is going to run, he’ll do one of three things with his bike; leave it at home, use it to make his ‘getaway,’ or sell it to a friend for a few bucks,” said Ed Cadenhead, deputy police chief of New Westminster. 

The night that Olson killed the young boy, he had logged 403 kilometers in the car he rented from Metro in Port Coquitlam. Forever on the lookout for potential victims, he spoke to the Metro rental clerk: “He offered me a job shampooing carpets in his apartment complex he said he owned at Lougheed Mall,” she said. “He only came in to get a car on the days he knew I worked. The job he offered was $16.60-an-hour, more than I get here, and I was supposed to let him know. Thank God I never did.” 

Saturday, July 25, 1981-- Sigrun Arnd 

Sigrun Arnd, a visiting German student from Weinheim, a small Rhine Valley town, was spotted with the killer in a Coquitlam pub, and then later by a couple of passengers in a passing train, where she was crouched with a middle aged man who turned out to be Olson. It was only after he confessed that her name was added to the murder list. 

Mr. & Mrs. Arnd received the devastating news by long distance. “It was on August 28 when the telephone rang,” Mrs. Arnd later told the Vancouver Sun. “My sister in Vernon was on the line and told me that the police were there and she was now going to translate a very sad message. The police had found a dead girl who might be Sigrun. She was an intelligent, suspicious girl. We discussed frequently how she would never get into a stranger’s car, not to mention that she would never hitchhike. But obviously in Canada she did.” 

Sigrun left behind a diary. “She raved about the trips by boat and horseback but, most of all, she fell for the friendliness, open-heartedness and eagerness to help of the local people,” Irmgard Arnd said. “I’m sure it was because of this that she lost all her natural caution and timidness.” 

Her body was found in Richmond, partly buried in peat in a trench, some 400 yards from where Simon Partington had been unearthed the day before. 
Victims of Clifford Olson

Monday, July 27, 1981 -- Terri Lyn Carson 

Terri Lyn Carson’s mother would eventually sit in the courtroom as the wheels of justice turned. Grief-stricken, it was a sad sight to behold as she mourned her 15-year-old’s murder. Terri had left the family home on Monday morning at about eight o’clock. A slight girl, about 105 pounds, a little over 5 feet, she was no match for Olson who stopped and offered her a ride that included a drink, laced with drugs. She was just another student looking for a summer job so Olson’s ruse worked well and the drink was a sort of celebration for having found a job. As he had done with a few of the others, Olson drove away from the city into the wilderness four miles east of Agassiz, out on the north shore of the Fraser River. He turned off at Rosedale, a rural area. In the forest, he strangled her, burned her clothes and threw her purse and shoes into the Fraser River. 

Thursday, July 30, 1981 -- Louise Chartrand 

After meeting with the police earlier in the day, that evening Olson went to meet his lawyer, Bob Shatz. On the way, he spotted 17-year-old Louise Chartrand, who was described as “very tiny and young-looking for her age.” The youngest of seven children, she had migrated from Quebec with three of her sisters, settling in the Fraser Valley town of Maple Ridge, about 20 miles east of Vancouver. 

In reconstructing the events, the police believed that Louise hitchhiked part of the way to her night-shift waitress job with a man. After she was dropped off, she headed for the store in downtown Mission to buy cigarettes. It was only a 10-minute walk from the restaurant where she worked. During this time Olson got her into his car, drugged her, and headed to Whistler. On the way, he even stopped with Chartrand in his car at the Squamish RCMP detachment to pick up a confiscated gun, but was turned away because the officer in charge of court exhibits was not available. Then, Olson headed for the treacherous Killer Highway, named by the locals because of the numerous fatal car crashes that followed the snow. It led to Whistler, another 45 minutes from Squamish. 

Olson drove into a gravel pit, north of the ski resort, and then smashed the girl’s skull with repeated hammer blows, burying her in a shallow grave. 

Louise’s fellow employees at Bino’s restaurant checked with her family when she did not arrive for her 8 p.m. shift. One of Louise’s sisters telephoned the RCMP detachment the next morning.