Tuesday, May 26, 2015

When a Norfolk Southern railroad executive's son disappeared–– nobody noticed.

How often does it happen that an executive's son would disappear and police be unaware of the  corporate details and contact information?  My husband of 23 years, Gerard J. Sniffen, Jr.–– now my ex-husband–– was Assistant Vice President in charge of Communications and Signals for Norfolk Southern Corporation/Railroad in 1998 when our son disappeared.  He was entrusted with communications including computers, answering machines, telephones, and radios used by trainmen, executives and workers at all levels.  He was also in charge of signals at the crossings, and  employees involved with both divisions.  He dealt with vendors and suppliers in communications and signals, some of those included huge companies including Bell South, AT&T, Okonite and Motorola.  We enjoyed several golf tournaments compliments of vendors.   Before the "big job" which came with a huge bonus and "golden parachute agreement" he had managed construction and track maintenance machinery for the same railroad.

To my knowledge there was never a consideration that our son's disappearance may be a kidnapping. In fact I hadn't known he was missing for several days before being told he was dead.  In the Cobb County, Georgia missing person police reports, there were no records of any railroad telephone numbers, office numbers, coordinator's phone numbers, nor any Norfolk Southern railroad contact information.

There was no reference to the railroad at all.  Since most of my husband's waking time was spent at work or traveling, how could the police contact him when he did not provide them with a cell phone number?  According to records, he provided no cell, nor office telephone number, and no reference of to employment status.  There were only two home numbers shown on the police reports. Since he was seldom at home how could police have contacted him?

Later I learned that when our son went missing my husband drove south on I-75 quite a ways saying, "It's very important that I'm at work on time tomorrow."  Had I known our son was missing I would have been making phone calls and searching myself, calling his friends, and questioning his brother and sister who lived there with him when he disappeared. I couldn't do that, because I had been ordered out of our home in a very nasty divorce and was not informed of his status.

The December before our son disappeared, we had dined and danced at the Annual Christmas Party hosted by Norfolk Southern Vice President of Engineering Phillip Ogden in downtown Atlanta.   Phil was my husband's boss.  He was also the most powerful railroad executive residing in Atlanta with Norfolk Southern. My husband said once he couldn't understand how Phil Ogden was able to stay in Atlanta. "The other senior executives all live in Norfolk, stationed at the corporate headquarters."  For some reason Phil got his way with residing in Atlanta, and the exception didn't make sense.

One other, my husband's fraternity brother and old Virginia Tech friend, the late John "J.W. Bill" Fox, Jr. was Vice President of Coal Sales and positioned in Roanoke, Virginia which was closer to coal country.  This was the only other incidence I knew of senior execs living outside of NS corporate headquarters: Norfolk, Va.

At the Christmas Party, several Cobb County, Georgia Commissioners were seated at one of the tables.  Also an elderly gentleman named "Itis", owner of a ballast company in Alabama, came over and said hello.  We had been treated by "Itis" on his private plane, flown out of Charlie Brown airport in Atlanta and arrived at St. Simons Island for couple days the summer before.  There we were treated with a spa and very nice visit at one of the resorts there. Mr. Ogden and his wife Cheryl were also passengers on the private airplane.

Also at the Christmas party they held a broom dance, the railroad's own band "The Lawmen" played, and one of the employees came and danced with me and said urgently, "Did you get what I sent to you?"  I didn't know who he was but he said he'd sent me a computer magazine through my husband.  It was odd, I thought. Why did he send me that?

All of this occurred Christmas before I was ordered out of our home.  The following Christmas Even railroaders would be attending our son's funeral, while his body was still being held somewhere in Alabama. It is more bizarre looking back at the sequence of events.

My husband had confided that Mr. Ogden and his wife had separated and reconciled, just like us. He'd also said that one of Mr. Ogden's sons had been killed in a car accident.  Years later I tried to research the accident and couldn't find any evidence of it.

Our son, Gerard J. Sniffen, III, "Huey" had lived with his father during our first separation.  He had also been given the information needed to contact his father at Norfolk Southern through the railroad's systems at any time.  This is our son's notebook:

On October 13, 1998 my husband called from "The Forest" (Brosnan Forest, a S.C. Norfolk Southern railroad owned resort) with regrets that he had missed my birthday.  "I will be home Friday and we'll celebrate."  He had been at "The Forest" all week.

Three days later, on Friday, October 16, a knock at the front door was startling. It was time for his arrival but my husband never knocked.  I opened the door to find two Cobb County, Georgia police officers who then ordered me to pack my bags and get out of the house. They even asked if I had a gun.   I had never owned a gun in my life.

I moved to Warner Robins with my show dogs and had a friend, Nell Stumpff, there who could help me get a place to live.  Nearly as soon as I got there I was pulled over for a "no seat belt" violation. It was an illegal stop at the time, because in Georgia the stop had to be for some other violation with a seat belt citation being secondary.

Soon after I realized Nell Stumpff was no friend at all, and was working against me I became very frightened and moved elsewhere.  Our son then disappeared from Cobb County, Georgia and reportedly was found dead in Baldwin County, Alabama nearly two weeks later.

It was odd that when our son's funeral was arranged and held on Christmas Eve at Mayes Ward Dobbins Funeral Home in Cobb County, I was unable to attend.  I was mainly frightened and suspicious knowing something was drastically wrong with the entire story regarding my son's disappearance and death.  There was a protective court order against me. I had been falsely accused and ordered to stay away from my daughter. I knew I would be arrested there if attended my son's funeral. These people were very serious about my destruction.

The former Warner Robins landlord, Nell Stumpff, would soon join forces against me, collude with my husband calling my family members with lies, and even have me arrested on false felony charges which later disappeared.

I was placed in a state hospital based on their lies, ordered there 72 hours and detained for nearly a week. Had I not had the money to make phone calls I would still be there today. I was wise enough to phone the Georgia Mental Health Advocacy office and was released.

It had all been worked out.  It was absolutely a conspiracy.  I had to leave Georgia knowing my husband's connections and tentacles through the railroad and his fraternity brothers reached far beyond that state.  My husband's tactics had broken my family ties and severed my support network.  Even as smart as he was, he couldn't have designed this plan alone.

The haggling in the divorce was over stock options which could absolutely NOT be divided.

In the Nell Stumpff arrest Peach County Judge Laurens Lee said, "If you will just sign your divorce papers all of your problems will go away."  I asked him at the time in the midst of one of my Georgia handcuff ordeals, "If I don't sign, do you think they'll kill my other children?"

Funny how all of those false charges to intimidate and frighten me disappeared but the memories of the arrests haven't and will never fade from the nightmares I still experience from them.  This is America where these things aren't supposed to be happening.

It was a plan, and I would find out my intuition was absolutely right. I had been arrested more than once and would face more police harassment in Kentucky and ongoing for years.

The stories about our son's funeral were there were "all suits" there, and apparently it was a railroad affair. I recalled from my childhood that the railroad employees were always attending funerals.  My Norfolk and Western grandfather, Jasper S. Looney, foreman of the Roanoke Car Shops, had given the Norfolk and Western Railroad 40 years of his life–– having never missed a day's work.  I was impressed at the time the importance funeral attendance played in everyday railroad life.

My Grandfather had struggled to breathe the last years of his life and vowed to walk me down the marital aisle before he breathed his last breath.  His oxygen-starved body had supported him, his lips a purplish blue color, yet he made it down the aisle nearly 23 years before the disappearance of this great grandson.  His diagnosis had been congestive heart failure with the hospital curiously removing a "cyst" just over his lung right before he collapsed and died at the hospital.  My grandmother had commented that the small bandage on his chest was from the cyst removal. I asked her why they bothered with surgery procedures knowing he was going to die.  It didn't make sense.

My own mother didn't attend our son's funeral nor did much of our family. We had been removed from family and old friends years earlier with railroad transfers––first to Charlotte, then to Atlanta.  There was nothing left but the railroad and their vendors who entertained us incredibly.

Word traveled back Mayes Ward Dobbins Funeral Home in Cobb County, Georgia even displayed a photograph of me along with our son at the "funeral" they called a memorial service.  I never gave them permission to do that.   And I found later that our son's body wasn't even at the funeral.  It was, according to records, still in the Mobile, Alabama Morgue, or at Detective-now-Sheriff Hoss Mack's father's funeral home in Baldwin County, Alabama.  How could a funeral be held with a body still in another state? It didn't make sense.

And later the same funeral home would not even let me have copies of the records.

In the midst of a very nasty executive divorce, our son disappeared from Cobb County, Georgia and reportedly was found dead in Baldwin County, Alabama nearly two weeks later.  And nobody at the railroad was upset that maybe their son might disappear, because it was apparently kept very quiet.

The main problem with the tale regarding my son was the body did not match the autopsy report. The Alabama  autopsy report indicated two well-healed, identical three-inch scars–– one found on each knee.   Gerard J. Sniffen, III had no scars on his legs nor his body.

There were other questionable issues which included a police report depicting a long-haired victim when our son never had shoulder length hair in his life.

Identifying finger-print cards supplied from the State of Georgia did not match the victim found on the autopsy table.  An 18-year-old arrested in Georgia for a marijuana violation was 5-ft. 10-inches tall and weighed 160 lb.  The victim on the slab in Mobile, Alabama measured 5-ft., 8-inches and weighed 144 lbs.

This entire post is devoted to the misidentification details.

My second divorce attorney was Kenneth Schatten.  He said there was too much money against me to ever hope to get the truth regarding my son.  Mr. Schatten was a good attorney in the beginning.  Later he withheld my alimony and told me to remove my blog from the internet.  "You're making them angry," he said, and "they've got your son somewhere and told him if he tries to contact you or his brother or sister, they're going to kill you."  Who was they? He said, "There's too much money against you. You're never going to get the truth."

Jim Knight and later his partner, George Childs who took over, had been my original attorneys during the disappearance and then Childs, contrary to Knight's wishes, abruptly dropped my case. I knew he wanted out because it was getting so nasty with all of the arrests and death.  But he clearly took the "other side" when he gave his reason as "harassing phone calls" on my part.  It was obvious when he was on vacation and unavailable during my state hospital incarceration, he was not on my side.

I couldn't imagine who had that much money. My husband had some very successful friends in the Virginia Tech Tau Delta fraternity, including Michael Quillen, who formed one of the largest coal companies in the world, Alpha Natural Resources.  There was John "JW Bill" Fox, Jr, VP of Coal sales for Norfolk Southern Railroad; and Titus A. Wilfore, who headed up Yancey Caterpillar Corp in Atlanta. Several others were highly successful.  Quillen and Wilfore lived in and around Wise, Va for years before they moved along in the 1990's.

Railroad vendors were among the wealthiest, including Plasser American who gave us a nearly free trip to Austria and Germany where we "ate where Nixon ate and slept where he slept," according to one of the Austrians.  Joseph Neuhofer and his wife Betty were our hosts and in Germany I dined with "the richest woman in Europe" who wasn't the Queen. She owned Plasser American.  Later Jim and Patty Higgenbottem and Al Coppola of Okonite were entertaining us on gambling boats and trips, dinners, etc.

...to be continued

Friday, July 11, 2014

Alive or Dead?

Calling all Investigators and Truth Seekers: 

Please help me solve the mystery
of the disappearance of my son.

In 1998 my son went missing.  I've been seeking the truth ever since but keep running into brick walls.  

I am his mother and I want to know what happened to my son!  I was told he was dead but evidence proves there was a mistaken identity.  

The forensics of a body found did not match my son's characteristcs.  

Police reports in Georgia and Alabama are highly suspicious. The investigations are obviously flawed

I was told he was alive but no one could prove that either.  

Then I was told to drop the search "or else."  
Was he murdered as my lawyer and a P.I. suggested?  

Did he run away?  

 Children in America go missing at an alarming rate 

- one child every 40 seconds

U.S. Department of Justice https://www.ncjrs.gov/pdffiles1/ojjdp/196465.pdf

National Center for Missing and Exploited Children http://www.missingkids.com/WhoWeAre

National Incidence Studies of Missing, Abducted, Runaway and Throwaway Children (MISMART) https://www.ncjrs.gov/html/ojjdp/nismart/04/

Please, help me find out what happened to my son.
I cannot rest until I know the truth. 

Thank you and Many Blessings to you for caring. 

A mountain of evidence proves Gerard J. Sniffen, III did not die in Baldwin County, Alabama 12/9/1998.

The First Amendment
Guardian of Truth, Protector & Advocate for All People
When all else fails, tell the truth.

This is the introduction to this blog. Detailed reports can be found by linking to the other post entries. For instance, for those interested in Baldwin County police reports, look out to the side and you will see the  link and listing there.  For Cobb County, the link is there, and so on....

"We believe your husband murdered your son."  - Attorney Kenneth Schatten with Private Detective Billy Carter, Atlanta 1999 
"There's too much money against you."  - Attorney Gatewood Galbraith, Kentucky, 2001
"To get our police records you will need a court order and subpoena."  Baldwin County Sheriff's Office, Alabama 2001 (John Garner, Huey Mack, Jr.)   (Coroner Huey Mack, Sr. said the same about funeral home records, 2008)  
"Your son is still alive. Go look close at the autopsy report and you'll see."  - Thomas G. Schlette, 2003   
 ".. in regards to the funeral arrangements for Mr. Gerard Joseph Sniffen, III ……  We contacted her ex-husband, Mr. Sniffen and asked if we could release this information to her. He said in no way were we to release any information to her regarding their son's death." -  Mayes Ward Dobbins Funeral Home, Marietta, Georgia, 2004
"Sheriff Huey Mack, however, said there are no other theories to pursue in the case, and there is no other story to find. As a deputy he was lead investigator in Sniffen's death." - Mobile Press Register, 2008
"You need to take down your blog. You're making them angry. Think of this way… maybe they have your son somewhere and they've told him if he tries to contact you or his siblings they'll kill you." - Attorney Kenneth Schatten, Atlanta, 2010
"You'll never get the truth about your son.  Do you know how much money is out there?'"
- Attorney Kenneth Schatten, Atlanta, 2010


There were at least two reasons my son had to disappear from Georgia.  My husband had initiated our divorce and our son knew his father had a mistress.  My son also knew that his father had been dishonest with police to initiate the court order in a divorce.  To minimize his liabilities to protect his financial interests his son's testimony couldn't be allowed.  Looking back, this is what I believe happened to our son.  With his advice that I remove my blog from the internet, my Georgia  divorce attorney, Kenneth Schatten, in 2010, said they have my son somewhere and have told him "if he tries to contact you, his brother or sister, you will all be killed."  Those words confirmed my suspicions of the previous 12 years. My son wasn't dead - but removed from the situation, and existed somewhere probably with a new identity.

I believe it was also a way with which he could torment me, as the order to put me out of our home brought two Cobb County police to my front door as a "happy birthday" gift.  Two months later, he arranged our son's funeral for Christmas Eve, and for New Years, I found myself in Central State Hospital, being held illegally against my will.  After all that I endured following those incidents, I suspected none of this was coincidental. It appeared to be a plan that fell together.

My husband had masterminded the marital separation and the investigation of his son's disappearance and death.  With the separation he provided Cobb County, Ga. police with untrue information to attain his goals, and with his son's disappearance, he provided police with two key witnesses whose names I had never heard before.  Although there were two grown siblings living in the house, neither was interviewed at all, nor was I, the mother, until a week after the disappearance when another police district realized the boy had a mother.  It was bizarre that the same police force that had ordered me out of the home, accused me of having a gun (which I had never owned one in my life,) would handle our son's disappearance investigation and not immediately question me when our son disappeared.

My husband's position as a powerful Norfolk Southern Railroad executive as Assistant Vice President in charge of Communications and Signals never appeared on any police report regarding our son's disappearance and subsequent reported death. Available police records show that his office telephone numbers and railroad contact numbers were never given to police during the two-week period of time our son was missing.  Had other executives known, had the railroad known, or had police known that this missing person was the child of an executive, would the handling of his investigations or search have been handled any differently?
Every railroad executive in the country would have been alarmed to know if even one railroad executive's son had mysteriously disappeared.  
The same Cobb County, Georgia police who had followed me through our home telling me to gather my things and accusing me of having a gun on October 16, 1998, were the police that investigated our son's disappearance.  During their investigation, they called me for an interview more than a week after our son had disappeared.   They were fully cooperative with the father, and they interviewed the witnesses the father provided. They did not interview the grown siblings who also lived in the home with our missing son.  Cobb County's police performance was surprising in this divorce, missing person and death case.

Our son's truthful testimony would have affected the ruling in divorce court.  He had known his father had a mistress.   She was a member of a family of affluent advertising executives in Atlanta.   Her former husband, Tom Tilinski, had been in the sailboat business with well-known sailing instructor,  Steven Colgate.  Nearly as soon as our daughter reached 18, my husband had moved into Dale Tilinski's home. They started a georgia business there, "DT Consulting," and at the time although legally separated, we were still married.

If there were other things he knew, he couldn't tell me the last time I saw him alive at Cobb County, Georgia divorce court, October 21, 1998.  My son came to me in the hallway and whispered, "Mom, I don't want to do this."  He was afraid, looking over his shoulder to be sure no one was listening. I said, "Don't worry, just go in the court room and tell the truth."  He continued, "I don't want to do this." He wanted to tell me more but there wasn't time and he was fearful of being overheard.  We never made it to the court room, and to this day I don't know why.  The next few months were a living nightmare that no one would believe could happen in the United States of America.

It would be more than a year before my divorce was final, January, 2000. By that time I had fled the state of Georgia in fear of more incarcerations and police harassment, and met with much the same police harassment in the state of Kentucky.  The power my husband accessed spanned state lines–– from Georgia to Alabama where our son was said to have died, and from Georgia to Kentucky where I had fled to find safe haven until the finality of the divorce.  Whether the powerful network was business, political, or underworld, the folks he had working to his favor was absolutely incredible.

This is my true, well-documented story of the struggle to survive a Georgia divorce and cope with incarcerations, false accusations, corruption, deception, betrayal and lies in the midst of the reported  death of my child.
With hopes of exposing criminal activity and someday gaining justice, and in finding my son, this blog's intention is that these things can never happen to another mother or father, family or child, court system or police department–– anywhere.
My son's body did not match the body found in Alabama.

The NCIC database information mentioned in both Cobb County, Ga. and Baldwin County, Al. is questionable and my son's records were removed even before a body known to be found.

The Forensics Examiner who signed the autopsy report, contrary to Alabama police reports, did not attend the scene.   Details of forensics are here.

The Baldwin County police stonewalled the mother's attempts to get police records.  Notes taken by the mother  in 2001 suggest Baldwin County police reports were misleading, even false.

A newspaper article was written in the Mobile Press-Register in cooperation where Alabama Sheriff Hoss Mack, who was investigating deputy in charge of my son's case, was featured.  The article was written to discredit and disparage the mother and son.

Courts, agencies, systems in several states were used against the mother to intimidate, silence, discredit, terrorize and destroy the mother's chances of ever gaining justice or unraveling the truth.

Georgia lawyers were involved and in many instances worked against the mother.

This case links to the infamous Fred Tokars case, with Private Detective, Billy Carter.

Police reports show that in Cobb County, Georgia; Baldwin County, Alabama; and Coweta County, Georgia, there was little or no cooperation among the entities and state agencies were either not involved or involved minimally.

My son's body did not match the Alabama Forensic's autopsy report which indicated two well-healed, 3-inch scars - one at each knee.  My son had no notable scars anywhere on his body.  Alabama police reports indicated a male with long, shoulder-length dark hair.  My son never had long hair in his life.   Records appeared and then disappeared 12/16/98 in Cobb County police records.  Fingerprints were the identifying factor, which, according to Alabama police reports, were given directly to Baldwin County Deputy Huey A. Mack, Jr. by the Georgia Bureau of Investigation.  According to reports, investigating deputy Huey Mack and another officer together agreed in the Baldwin County sheriff's office on the John Doe fingerprint match and then later notified the A.B.I.

Because of a 1996 prior arrest, my son's fingerprints should have already been in the NCIC system and the unidentified body should have been identified within minutes of comparing fingerprints.

Georgia fingerprint identification card notes a male 5- ft., 10-inch white male, weighing 160 lbs.  Two years later, the Alabama Forensics Department recorded details of an unidentified 5-ft., 8-in. white male, weighing 144 lbs. These are just a few of the factors that prove something is very wrong in Alabama and Georgia in this case.

The "sawblade" tattoo at the base of the leg is recorded by Alabama forensics as six inches in diameter.  "Sawblade" had been my own words describing the tattoo on first notice, and so was it a coincidence that Alabama authorities used my same words to describe it?  The tattoo on my son's leg was not 6 inches in diameter, else it would have wrapped around his ankle in the front and back, which is yet another error found in Alabama Forensics reports.

The Alabama forensics report was written "first person" by Dr. Julia Goodin, who, in the report mentioned physically being present with Kevin Putnam at the crime scene.  She was director at the Mobile lab.   Deputies John Garner and Huey A. Mack, Jr. both mentioned Julia Goodin in reports as attending the crime scene. In a phone conversation with Julia Goodin, she advised me she did not perform the autopsy and she did not attend the crime scene. She explained that forensics employees do not attend crime scenes.  She said I may have trouble finding the woman who performed the autopsy because she no longer worked at the Alabama Forensics Department.

My initial attempts to get police records about my son's death were stonewalled by Baldwin County deputies, Huey A. Mack, Jr. and John Garner.  I was told I would have to "get a court order and subpoena" to get my son's police records. I was told the same thing by the Coroner, with regards to the funeral home and body storage records.  The Coroner, Huey A. Mack, Sr. was  Huey A. Mack, Jr., the investigating deputy in charge's,  father.

During the week-long period of time my son's body was in storage at Mayes Ward Dobbins Funeral Home in Georgia, I was arrested and incarcerated by Georgia agencies and held against my will. It was that time I could have identified the body and I believe that's why they used Georgia systems to have me arrested with charges that later disappeared or were dismissed.

The car was found on I-85 four days after my son's disappearance and a search managed by Coweta County, Georgia police. The car was processed with two flat rear tires.  How could that happen? Were the tires checked to see how it happened?   According to Alabama police reports the father went and found the vehicle the day after his son disappeared. If that was so, why did it take Coweta County police four days to find the car?

In none of the police reports was it recorded to contact the father at work, nor on his cell phone which was provided by the railroad.  The only numbers given to officers were home telephone numbers.  During the week, he was home and awake between 6:00 p.m. and 9:30 p.m.  The fact that the father was an Assistant Vice President for Norfolk Southern Railroad or a railroad employee was never mentioned.  Did he miss any work?  Did his co-workers know his son was missing?  Could his son have been abducted?  Would all railroad and corporate executives be concerned to know an executive's son was found with flat tires and sat on interstate for four days without police finding it?

Gerard J. Sniffen, III records were entered into the Cobb County, Georgia records on 12/9/98 when he was reported missing by his father.  The records indicate his file disappeared from Cobb County, Georgia police computers on 12/16/1998 - by "mistake."  On 12/21/1998 fingerprints provided by the G.B.I were examined by Alabama officers and it was determined that the John Doe was a match with my son.

The Cobb County police appear to have been directed by the father, who gave them the names of witnesses Mary Rose, and D.J. Call. He gave them the name of the Bell South employee who would trace the call, and who they should contact with the subpoena. He also gave them the name of the banker to contact to subpoena bank statements.  He did not give them the names of two siblings, ages 23 and 17 who lived in the same home as the victim. He did not give them the name or contact information for the mother, who Cobb County police and courts had ordered out of the home two months earlier, also at his request.

On 12/21/98,  after hearing the news from relatives, I contacted Cobb County police to verify my son was dead, and they knew nothing about it.  In fact that's when they discovered the records were missing from the computers.

Like a caring husband, my husband, Gerard J. Sniffen, Jr.  had phoned that October 1998 week saying, "I will be home Friday and we'll celebrate your birthday."   He was being apologetic that he had to work on my birthday. Traveling quite often, and giving the railroad sometimes more than 12 hours per day of his at-home time, this particular week he was at Brosnan Forest, a railroad-owned resort in South Carolina. The railroad treated him well. Vendors entertained him generously, and he was able to meet celebrities and enjoy many very fine trips, free sports tickets, dinners and perks.

When a knock came at the door that Friday, it wasn't my husband with any birthday gift.   Instead, the Cobb County, Georgia police entered our home, followed me around our home saying I should pack my bags and even asked if I had a gun.  It was bizarre and quite shocking.  I had never owned a gun in my life, but I had purchased him one years before for Christmas for hunting outings with his old fraternity brother friends.

This was my "Happy Birthday" present.

Christmas that same year, 1998, would be worst.  On Christmas Eve, a memorial service was held for our son and I didn't attend knowing my husband was behaving erratically, and had the temporary order intact.

My son had disappeared December 8, 1998, notifying his father from a phone booth at a convenience store that he had a flat tire and was in distress.  About two weeks after he'd disappeared, I was told my son's dead body was identified in Alabama.  I was kept away from the family (and funeral) by the Cobb County temporary order.

Something was very wrong and I had known it immediately. I was so sure of it that on the day before his funeral I drove to Alabama to make a positive identification and was told the Mobile morgue had closed at 5:00 p.m.  I must have known the body had remained in Alabama, even though the funeral would be in Marietta, Georgia the next day.  Several things had happened that weren't standard in the loss of a child that increased suspicions and interrupted my ability to sleep.

Later, after I'd fled the state of Georgia for fear of further problems, I settled and began to try and put the pieces of the puzzle together.  Alabama police refused to give me police reports and it was 6 years, 2004, on discovering inadvertently that neither Huey A, Mack, Jr. nor John Garner who had monopolized the investigation, was sheriff in charge.  James B. Johnson was sheriff and when I spoke with him directly I had the papers within a week.

I initially was told by Baldwin County authorities John Garner and Huey A. Mack, Jr. I could only get the reports with a "court order and subpoena."  Later, the coroner, Huey A. Mack, Sr. who owned Mack Funeral Home, and who was father of the investigating deputy, Hoss Mack said the same thing about the funeral home records.

I had contacted the G.B.I., even the Governor of Georgia, and the GBI responded that my problems were in Alabama.  Yet Alabama was unwilling to supply me with the records and in fact one officer, John Garner, who along with the Coroner's son, Huey Mack, Jr. who wrote most of the reports was extraordinarily rude.  Why?

Red flags kept popping up, one after another, and I knew if I could uncover what they done,  I would eventually find out exactly what they did with my son.   It wasn't about money, or winning. It was about truth and the fact that these people had gotten away with things that were unheard of in the U.S.A.  Only in Hollywood movies or a mystery novel could these events actually happen.  And inasmuch as my opponents would whisper I was a poor, grieving, even insane mother who refused to accept the truth, I had documents proving otherwise.
I am not a writer, have no desire nor talents to create such an incredible story, but my determination to expose it as fraud, conspiracy, corruption and lies is beyond measure. 
On a Saturday, Spring 1999, I was called to rush to the office of my attorney, Kenneth Schatten, in Atlanta and meet a private detective present named Billy Carter.  Together, Schatten stated they  believed my husband murdered our son.  I didn't believe it and told them so. I believed my husband had him moved out of the country and faked his death. He had mentioned getting passports for both the younger children (ages 17 and 20) just a few months before and my son had information that could have destroyed my husband's divorce plans.

I didn't have the money and they knew it. They knew the Cobb County courts had not settled the divorce.  Yet in 2006 I hired Carter to see what information he had collected. He kept my $5500 and it's what I expected.  He delivered nothing other than the fact that two bullets were seldom discharged in a suicide case.  So he did know something.

Five years later I would learn that Billy Carter was a business partner of the infamous Frederic Tokars, and stood federal trial in the notorious Cobb County Fred Tokars case.  Atlanta Attorney Fred Tokars had laundered drug money and hidden money for wealthy men who were preparing to divorce their wives. He also was convicted of contract murder of his wife, when Sara Tokars was shot point-blank in the head with a shotgun in front of her two young sons.  Carter had been Tokar's friend, a business partner in involved businesses, and his detective.

My husband knew given the opportunity I would get to the bottom of what he had done.  He knew I didn't give up easily and wasn't one to compromise.  I believe it's the reason I was falsely arrested, and accused and jailed just after the funeral when the location of the body was supposedly in Marietta, Ga.  My December 23, 1998 trip to Mobile, Alabama proved that I wasn't buying his story of faxed identification photographs and a father so distraught over a missing son he couldn't miss a day's work.  When they released the body in Alabama 12/28/1998, they conveniently had me jailed in Cobb County, Georgia, and when I surprisingly posted cash bail, then was committed to a state hospital, even held 3 days beyond the court order.  My release on 1/6/1999 was perfect, as his flight to move the body from Atlanta to Virginia was 1/7/1999. My release wouldn't, at that point, cause any trouble.

And my incarcerations coincided with the body release and storage in Cobb County.  Locked away in a state hospital there was no way I could identify our son's dead body before the actual burial.

My landlord, Nell Stumpff, who had pretended to be a friend, had another warrant she could act on should I try and make any more moves. They were pros at using the State of Georgia and its systems to fulfill their criminal plans.  I have always believed Nell Stumpff colluded with my husband.  Without proper justice and investigations, I may never know the truth.

Nell Stumpff was very powerful with the  North Carolina based American Kennel Club, and had bred Cairn Terriers for many years.  I was showing Wire Fox Terriers and through Chow Chow breeder and N.C. neighbor, Walter L. "Bud" Samples is how I met Nell.

Cobb County police had participated in the temporary order when they ordered me out of the house 10/16/1998. They had investigated my son's disappearance 12/8/1998 - 12/21/1998, and nearly (I believe intentionally) omitted my insight from the investigation altogether.  Had George Childs, my attorney at that point in time, not spoken with Coweta County police, I wonder whether Cobb County would have interviewed me at all.  Then they had arrested me and put me in jail 12/28/1998 the day the body was released in Alabama by Judge Lyn Stuart.

The arrests were frightening and intimidating.  I admit I was scared to death.  Angry and confused, living Murphy's Law daily, I had trouble sleeping every night.  What would they do next? I wondered. I had been married to a man for 23 years I hadn't known at all.  False arrests, false insanity diagnoses, ridicule and bullying, and illegal involuntary hospital incarcerations only happened in Communist countries.

Because the harassment was ongoing in Georgia, eventually I left the state after being told by an arresting Magistrate Judge, Laurens Lee of Peach County, "If you will just sign your divorce papers your problems will disappear."  I knew then no good would come to me in the state of Georgia.  I had already been arrested and incarcerated in four counties: Peach, Cobb, Houston, Baldwin and by 2000 when the harassment continued, I could add Paulding County to the list of bad places.

All of the charges against me would later be dismissed. A false felony charge brought against me by landlord, Nell Stumpff, miraculously disappeared.

Within a period of 39 days in Georgia, 12/9/1998 to 1/16/1999, I had been told my son was dead, his death, funeral and burial spanned three states. Between 12/28/1998 and 1/6/1999 I was incarcerated in three jails and a state hospital.  During that 9 day period, the body was released by an Alabama judge and said to be moved to Atlanta and then to Virginia for burial.  Because of my incarcerations and the distances of the death and burial, and because of the temporary order knowing my husband's intentions, I was never able to identify his body.

These are notes taken by me in 2001 and Coroner Huey Mack, Sr. kindly gave me the airline flight numbers and body movement over the telephone.  A few years later, he was less cooperative when asked to supply the funeral home, body storage records, spewing the same statements as I had heard from the Baldwin County police, "I'll have to have a subpoena and a court order."

My Happy Birthday present in 1998 was being ordered to the streets.  My Merry Christmas gift that year was a funeral for my son at Mayes Ward Dobbins Funeral Home in Marietta, Georgia.  Oddly, the  memorial service was held in Georgia on Christmas Eve while the body was still somewhere in Alabama to be released by Judge Lyn Stuart four days after the Georgia funeral.

This is the story, focusing mainly on all the documents that prove the story.

I have been called "crazy" suffered all manner of rejection, harassment from police and others, even rejection and alienation from my own family.  The Baldwin County investigating deputy-in-charge, Hoss Mack, the coroner's son who is now sheriff participated in an obviously slanted, partially untruthful and very distasteful article about my inability to accept my son's death.  I have had slashed tires, my animals killed, sabotage to my property. I've been robbed, and lost most of my divorce settlement money in trying to get to the bottom of it while trying to survive and find a home.  I have been up against both, criminals and law enforcement in many instances have been against me.

In Kentucky after  purchasing a farm I found the terror, stalking and harassment was not going to stop.

My family finally realized they were wrong and recently my mother said, "You didn't have a chance. He is a railroad executive and your words meant nothing."  Still, police records show that my husband never once mentioned the railroad nor his position. There were no phone numbers for the railroad office, nor did he give law enforcement officers his railroad provided cell phone number.

He had mentioned to one family member that he HAD to be at work the next day, and on time the night his son had disappeared.  In the two weeks of his son's missing status, the hours he could have been contacted by police were slim, because if in town, he was ALWAYS home and awake 3 hours each night - between 6:00 and 9:30.

I have record that my son was linked to the railroad coordinator system in that he had their telephone number in case he needed to contact his father.   Yet when he went missing it appears the railroad was unaware.


In 2004 I was contacted by a man named Tommy Schlette who insisted that my son was still alive. He said I should go look at the autopsy report very closely - a task difficult for any mother. When I did I discovered a phrase regarding two 3 inch, well-healed scars at each knee.  Tommy responded surprisingly quickly, saying, "See? I told you so. Did your son ever have knee surgery?"  I must have thought for a week trying to imagine ways a person could have identical scars on each knee but Tommy seemed to know immediately.
In 2006, according to his landlord, Deb Rickard, Tommy Schlette's decomposed body was found behind the home he was renting in Grant, Florida. She explained the cause of death was possibly an overdose. She gave me the name of a detective, and because of my experience with Brunswick County officials in N.C., I decided it would be safe not to be involved with law enforcement.

Summer, 2010 my Atlanta divorce attorney, Kenneth Schatten, began to withhold my alimony checks and told me to remove my blog from the internet. He said I was "making people angry." I asked him who and he would not say. He said, "Think of it this way they have your son somewhere and they've told him if he tries to contact you or his brother or sister they're going to kill all of you."

I told my attorney to tell them to please come ahead and do what they will, because I was no longer going to live with fear and intimidation.  He continued to say there was so much money against me in keeping all of this covered up that I will never, ever get the truth.

In 2000, a Lexington, Kentucky attorney, Gatewood Galbraith, had also said there was "too much money" against me.

Below is a chart that details the storage and movement of the body from Alabama to Georgia to Virginia, and the situation I was dealing with in Georgia.  I had driven to Alabama to identify the body and was told the morgue was closed. I was afraid to stay in a motel alone so drove home, as I have always suspected organized crime is involved in this situation.  Note, Baldwin sheriff deputies had stonewalled my attempts to get records, the father has stonewalled attempts to get funeral home records.

I had received information that Mayes Ward Dobbins Funeral Home in Marietta, Georgia coordinated  the movement of the body, shipment, funeral, burial arrangements and also handled the financial and  billing for entities in Georgia, Alabama and Virginia. Because of that, through an attorney I had requested copies of their records and was denied.  I still feel I have a right to the records because I was still married to my husband at that time. Marital assets had not been divided and so whatever money payment made to the funeral home was partially mine.

I also realized that I would eventually be in poverty if I continued to hire people to fight the battle in three states, and I believe this was also a part of the plan.  We have a justice system where quite often, money wins above all else.

The truth is this:   Georgia state law requires a 30-day waiting period before uncontested divorces become final, but a judge may grant an immediate divorce after finding circumstances such as spousal abuse, incurable mental illness or adultery.   After the attempt at "incurable mental illness" failed, thirty days in my case became 15 months living in terror in and out of the streets, and from all I've read, I was one of the lucky ones. Some of these divorcees suffer for years.  The full settlement took six months longer.

I knew the day I was ordered out of my home that my husband was a criminal who had lied to police.  Each day became more frightening at what he was capable of doing.  In 2004, I visited a psychiatrist in Kentucky, Dr. Kathleen Riggs, who advised me that my husband was an extremely dangerous man. She confirmed there was nothing wrong with me at all, only that I had an obsession "OCD" for the truth regarding my son, that any concerned parent would have under the circumstances. She said it she were in my place she would be in Alabama, speaking to the Alabama coroner.  She also suggested organized crime may be involved.

I corresponded in vain with many in power for help. 
 Senator Paul Coverdell is the only real help I found and a year later he was dead.


To be continued.....


Why did Lt. Deputy Hoss Mack and Corporal John Garner initially stonewall my attempts to get police reports?  Why did they lead me to believe they, and not Sheriff Johnson, were in charge? Why did I have to wait nearly six years, until 2004 after discovering James B. Johnson was sheriff, to get the police reports?

Why weren't Mike Holmes and John Garner's reports entered into computers like the other reports?  Does Baldwin County Sheriff's office make and confirm fingerprint identifications in the office?

Police reports below show a victim with shoulder length dark hair while forensics reports show a victim with hair 6-inches from the crown.  There was no mention of scars anywhere on the body with police, yet forensics reports showed a three inch, well-healed scar at each knee, and my son had no scars whatsoever on his legs or body of note.

Forensics reports show a victim 5ft.-8 inches tall, weighing 144 lbs.  Georgia print card that BCSO said matched the body shows a male weighing 160 lbs, and 5 ft. 10 inches tall.

The reports I was able to retrieve, are below:

The following partial report was written 12/9/1998 by Deputy Mike Holmes.  The form was not completed by Holmes, as handwriting shows someone else wrote in the name of Larry K. Crenshaw, and the address for Crenshaw.  There is no evidence this report was entered into computers as are some of the others.

The following report was filed 12/10/1998

The following reports were filed 12/14/1998

The following report was filed 12/15/1998

The following report was filed 12/21/1998

The following reports were filed 12/22/1998

Release of the body, 12/28/1998 to father, Gerard J. Sniffen, Jr., by Circuit Judge Lyn Stuart.

COWETA COUNTY Police Reports

The following are police reports from Coweta County, Georgia, where my son was said to have been last known at a phone booth, at a convenience store, calling his father for help.

COBB COUNTY, GA Police Reports

Several of the following Cobb County reports were filed, or recorded on 12/29/1998.

On this day the body had been released in Alabama (12/28/98) and was being flown to Cobb County, Georgia where it was stored at Mayes Ward Dobbins Funeral Home - FOUR DAYS AFTER THEY HAD HELD A FUNERAL.  On this date, I had managed to be released from the Cobb County jail after being arrested 12/28/1998, and after paying $2200.00 cash bond. (The bondsmen I called were not answering their phones and I happened to have cash money with me.)  The following day I was court-ordered, involuntarily committed to Central State Hospital for 72 hours and retained for nearly a week, during which time the body was said to have lain in storage in Cobb County.  I was released from the state hospital hours before the body was said to have been flown to Virginia.

In October of 1998, two months prior to my son's disappearance I had been ordered out of our home by Cobb County police, court ordered with a temporary order, (falsely) accused of attacking our daughter, and so accused of being dangerous.   It was my husband's method of taking control of our home and possessions in the divorce he had initiated.

If the Cobb County police had record of me being ordered out of our home, with record I was a dangerous person, then WHY DIDN'T THEY INTERVIEW ME?   Wouldn't I have been immediately suspect?  Why wasn't I first on the list to be interviewed when our son went missing?   Why did they wait to interview me until after Coweta County police became involved?  WHY didn't they interview my son's siblings who were living in the home with him?

It appears they interviewed two "best friends" whose names were given to them by my ex-husband.  I had never heard of these two people.  Where did they come from?