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On 09/26/1986, in Harris County, Texas,
Shore kidnapped a fifteen year old white female and strangled
her to death with a cord. Shored then dumped the victim's
body behind a Ninfa's Restaurant.
On 04/16/1992 in
Harris County, Texas, Shore kidnapped a twenty-one year old
Hispanic female, sexually assaulted her and strangled her to
death with a cord. Shore then dumped the victim's body behind a
Dairy Queen Restaurant.
On 10/19/1993,
Shore entered the home of a fourteen year old female, bound and
sexually assaulted her, and strangled her to death. Shore
then fled the scene on foot.
On 08/07/1994,
Shore kidnapped and sexually assaulted a nine year old female
causing her death. Shore then dumped the victim's body
behind an abandoned commercial building.
On 07/06/1995,
Shore kidnapped a sixteen year old Hispanic female and sexually
assaulted her causing her death. Shore then dumped the
victim's body in a field.
Co-defendants
None
Race and
Gender of Victim
Two Hispanic
Females, One White Female, and Two Unknown Females
Murders
Maria del Carmen Del Estrada
Maria Carmen Del Estrada was an illegal Mexican
immigrant from the state of Guerrero who came to the United States to
have a better life. She was a small, petite woman, standing at a height
of 5 foot 1 inch and weighing 104 pounds. She was only twenty one years
old, and worked as a nanny with her best friend, Rosa. On April 16,
1992, Carmen's half naked body was found in back of a Dairy Queen. She
had been found sexually assaulted.
Diana Rebollar
Diana Rebollar, 9 years old, lived in the Heights
area of Houston, at the front of a small duplex. One day, she headed out
to the neighborhood store to buy a bag of sugar. Employees of the store
saw her leaving the store safely, but she never returned home. She was
found the next day behind a house that was known to be occupied by the
homeless. One lead for police was given by a neighbor who described a
van that frequented the area. She was connected to the Carmen Del
Estrada case by the killer's method of operation, since a tourniquet was
used as the murder weapon. Diana was murdered two years after Carmen.
Dana Sanchez
Dana Sanchez was walking to her boyfriends house when
Shore offered her a ride in his car. He made advances to her, but she
told him that she had a boyfriend. She was never seen again. Seven days
later an anonymous caller (Shore) led them to the highly decomposed body
of Sanchez.
Eleven hours into his interrogation, Shore
confessed to the murders of Carmen Del Estrada, Diana Rebollar and
Dana Sanchez. He also confessed to the 1987 murder of fourteen year
old Laurie Tremblay and the 1994 rape of a fourteen year old girl.
Laurie Tremblay was walking to school when she was killed and dumped
behind a Mexican restaurant. Detectives had no way of linking this
killing to the other three murders, since Laurie was strangled with a
ligature. When asked why he switch to a tourniquet, Shore replied, "because
I hurt my finger while murdering Tremblay".
Trial and conviction
Despite Shore's confession of killing four people,
and raping another, prosecutor Kelly Siegler decided to charge Shore
for only Carmen Del Estrada's murder, since it contained the most
forensic evidence. The jury found Shore guilty of capital murder and
in the sentencing phase of the trial they learned that they had
convicted a serial killer. During the sentencing phase, they put
Shore's only surviving victim on the stand, who told a compelling
story. Less than one hour later the jury sentenced Shore to death.
Anthony Allen Shore currently awaits execution on
Texas's death row at Livingston, Texas. During his confession, Shore
hinted that there were other murder victims, and he still remains the
prime suspect in the I-45 serial murders.
October 29, 2004
October
23, 2004
October
18, 2004
September 29, 2004
Those who know serial murder suspect
recognized a dark side
By Sarah Fenks
For eight years, whenever Danny Billingsley saw a
cream-colored van, he'd think of Dana Sanchez. Then he'd run the license
plates, each time hoping the driver would turn out to be her killer.
Her murder in 1995 was the type of case that haunted even a seasoned
homicide investigator like him: Just 16 years old, Sanchez had been
sexually assaulted and strangled, the noose cinched with a toothbrush.
Even worse, in the three years before, two other young Hispanic females
on the north side of town had been similarly assaulted and strangled.
The second was only nine years old.
The killings haunted investigators. "The innocence of those girls, and
knowing we were dealing with a sexual predator -- it's just different,"
says Billingsley, a Harris County sheriff's lieutenant. "Every day I'd
think about those girls. Every day it was on my brain."
Sanchez had disappeared almost 11 months after the nine-year-old's
murder. A week passed before a man called KPRC-TV with directions to the
field where her body lay.
Then he added something that police had suspected but had hoped wasn't
true:
A serial killer is on the loose.
Police were convinced that the anonymous tipster was the killer himself:
hungry for attention, eager to display his handiwork, daring them to
catch him.
The cops and deputies formed a task force, desperate to stop him. Only
when leads fizzled and the killer failed to strike did the task force
disband and its detectives take on other cases.
But they never really moved on. Billingsley thought about the killer
every time he went to the post office on West Cavalcade -- Sanchez had
lived just across the street. Or whenever he saw a van that matched the
one spotted at the crime scene.
Sometimes they'd talk about him, Billingsley says. Why had he thrust
himself into the limelight, and then stopped? "Did he die?" "Is he in
prison for something for else?" "Has he moved away?"
Only after they caught him did they realize it was none of the three. In
the eight years after Sanchez's death, he'd gotten married and divorced,
fallen in love again and started a business.
Anthony "Tony" Shore had crossed paths with law enforcement numerous
times. He'd been in a squad car at least once, in criminal court and at
the police station. But no one ever really noticed the friendly dark-haired
guy with the pierced chin.
And that's how it had always been for Shore. Even as a child, he seemed
driven by two impulses: to seek attention and to molest females. He went
from grabbing and groping to killing. He cruised high schools. Molested
his own daughters. Tried to pick up a hooker. Then, after a few murders,
he called the TV station to give police an added push.
Everyone who might have stopped him, from relatives to social workers to
prosecutors, seemed to be looking the other way. Even the people who
detected his odd behavior failed to put the pieces together. And as
Houston police detectives worked tirelessly to catch the killer, their
own DNA lab failed to test the evidence that could connect Shore to the
crimes.
In the end, it was left to science to nab him. When Shore confessed last
fall, it was to more crimes than investigators had suspected: the
murders of four women, the violent rape of a fifth. But by then, it was
too late.
*****
When it comes to serial killers, Tony Shore is more Ted Bundy than
Jeffrey Dahmer. His hairline has started to recede, but he is still good-looking,
with dark puppy-dog eyes and a neat goatee. He has long been fastidious;
even as a child, he hated to get dirty. His sisters used to tease him
for folding his socks over a hanger, for insisting on silk underwear,
for instructing them on the importance of eating their sandwiches in a
straight line, teeth marks precise as a row of type.
Shore was born in South Dakota. His father, Rob, was stationed at an air
force base there; his mother, Deanna, had been honorably discharged
after getting pregnant with Tony.
After Rob's discharge, the Shores relocated to
California -- the first of nine moves the family would make before Tony
started high school, crisscrossing from California to Florida, then
finally landing in Houston. "When I'd get a better job offer, I'd move,"
Rob Shore says. Since he was "in computers before there were computers,"
as he puts it, there was no shortage of offers.
Tony was well behaved and hypercompetitive, his mother says; he always
had to be the best. His family marveled at his ability to play any
instrument, from piano to trombone to guitar. He won mention in the
Sacramento Bee for his recital of a Bach musette when he was just five
years old.
But he was terrible at sports, and not much better with his peers.
Unlike his younger sisters, Gina and Laurel, he had trouble adjusting to
new schools. "He cried easily," his mother says. "And he was arrogant.
He liked to use big words. He'd raise his hand and say, 'I need to
defecate.' "
He seemed to require abnormal amounts of attention. "He'd make straight
A's, but he wasn't content to make them," she says. "He wanted
acknowledgement for them." The one teacher he remembered as an adult was
the one who'd disliked him. "He liked to get praise."
It didn't sit well with classmates. "He was beat up a lot," says Gina. "It
was humiliating. And some of these were bad beatings. He didn't handle
it real well."
Even at an early age, he behaved strangely around girls. Gina recalls
that when they biked around the neighborhood together, Tony would pick
out houses of girls he wanted to harass. He'd send Gina to knock on the
door and ask for the little girl. When she came out, Tony would grab her
and try to fondle her.
"They were really upset," Gina says. Finally, a woman who answered the
door turned out to be one of Gina's teachers. "That was the last time I
knocked on any doors."
Her brother's high jinks only escalated. When he was 13 and living near
Orlando, Tony told his sister that he and his buddies had beaten up a
bum in a swampy area behind the Publix grocery store. "I think we killed
the guy," she recalls him saying. "I think we killed the guy."
He seemed agitated, but he never cried.
He told her not to mention it again; he certainly never did. She was his
little sister and his friend. She listened, then tried to forget.
*****
Rob Shore finally settled in Houston in the mid-'70s,
but his family still had one more difficult move ahead. In 1976, when
Tony was 14 and attending Clear Creek High School, his parents got
divorced. Deanna returned to her native California with the three kids.
Rob didn't fight her for custody. "I figured she'd be a better single
mother than I'd be a single father," he says.
Although they differ on details, Deanna and Rob say the marriage ended
when Rob, who hadn't hit Deanna before, beat her up. He says he told her
he was leaving and she shattered a beer stein over his head. "When
someone hits me in the back of my head with a beer mug, I respond very
badly," he says.
Tony often tried to buffer his mother during his parents' arguments,
Deanna recalls, inserting himself between the couple. That caused Tony
to face his father's wrath -- and his belt, she says. (Rob claims no
memory of that.)
Tony was hardly sad to see the couple divorce. "He said, 'Good, we're
rid of him,' " Deanna says. "…He was 14 and he wanted to take over!"
Deanna wouldn't allow it. "I told him what the rules were," she says.
When Tony borrowed her car one night while she was sleeping, she called
the cops.
Back in Sacramento, she was going to school and working two or three
jobs, including a long stint as a waitress at Denny's. Often, she'd come
home, make dinner and head out to work again. She remembers Tony as a
great help, but she wasn't home enough to monitor his activities.
He'd found new ways to get attention. He joined a jazz band and starred
in theatrical productions. He told his family that, while hiking one day,
he'd almost died in an avalanche. There, he said, he'd seen the face of
God -- an epiphany that briefly compelled him to criticize family
members for smoking or cursing. "You never knew how much he was
dramatizing it," Deanna says.
He'd grown into a handsome kid, a clotheshorse who enjoyed sporting the
tight pants and gold chains of the '70s. His mother thought he looked
like Pernell Roberts, who played Adam on Gunsmoke and later starred as
the titular Trapper John, M.D. He told his mom that he signed up for
ballet classes to meet girls; he always seemed to have a girlfriend.
His aggression toward females continued. Gina remembers cruising bus
stations and high schools with him. He'd ask girls if they wanted a ride
home, then pointedly remind his sister that she had somewhere else to
be.
"They'd see me in the car, and they'd be more comfortable getting in,"
she explains. "But then he dropped me off."
She's convinced he then molested the girls. "I know that kind of makes
me guilty by association, but I helped him," she says.
They'd talk about it sometimes. "To him this was no big deal," Gina says.
"This is what all the guys were doing."
After dropping out of community college, Tony returned to Texas, took a
job working for Southwestern Bell and got married. He was 21. In three
years, he and his wife, who was also named Gina, had two daughters.
Even then, he was on the prowl, his sister Gina says. He still cruised
the high schools, even though he'd grown much older than the girls he
was trying to seduce, even though he was married.
At 24 years of age, police say, Shore became a killer.
*****
Fifteen-year-old Laurie Lee Tremblay left her house at 6:30 a.m. to
catch a Metro bus to her school for troubled kids in Montrose. An hour
later, her body was found behind a Ninfa's restaurant three miles from
her apartment complex. She had been strangled.
The murder puzzled investigators, says Houston Police Sergeant John
Swaim. Tremblay hadn't been robbed or sexually assaulted. While she had
only enough money for a one-way bus fare, he says, "the people who
caught that bus had never heard anything about her catching a ride, ever."
The police got tips, but none mentioned a telephone installer named Tony
Shore.
Some of Shore's relatives, however, began to suspect that he had taken a
wrong turn in life. "He was halfway slurry to me," says Ogoretta Worley,
his mother-in-law. "I thought he was messing with dope. He always looked
at me suspicious, like I was looking through him."
His sister Gina came to visit soon after earning her bachelor's degree
in psychology, a few years after Tremblay's murder. She became convinced
her brother was molesting his older daughter, who was then about five
years old. He insisted on bathing her himself, kissing her on the lips,
ignoring typical father-daughter boundaries, Gina says.
When Gina complained to her mother, Deanna Shore was unconvinced. She
told her to call Children's Protective Services if she was concerned.
Gina says she did call, but she never heard back.
Deanna visited soon after and didn't notice signs of abuse. But one
thing seemed odd: There was no food anywhere in the house. She also
noticed that Tony and his wife's bedroom was off-limits to their kids. "It
felt very strange to me. But every woman has the right to run her own
house. I wouldn't interfere."
(Tony's then-wife Gina, who has since remarried, declined comment.)
Police say that Tony killed his next victim in 1992. She was 21-year-old
Maria Del Carmen Estrada, a slightly built Mexican immigrant with long
dark hair. As with his first victim, she left home at 6:30 a.m.,
planning to walk to work. Four hours later, they found her body in a
Dairy Queen drive-through, less than a mile from her residence. Nude
from the waist down, she, too, had been strangled.
Police never connected the two killings, Swaim says. Despite the similar
time of day and method, almost six years had passed. Unlike Tremblay,
Estrada was sexually assaulted and her purse taken.
And when an intruder raped a 14-year-old girl in her home a year later,
police didn't connect that either.
One year after that, in August 1994, nine-year-old Diana Rebollar left
her house around noon to buy sugar for her mother. Police found her body
behind a vacant building 12 hours later. She'd been beaten, sexually
assaulted and strangled.
Rebollar was the same age as Shore's younger daughter.
*****
Despite the murders, Shore appeared to be a
successful, friendly guy. He enjoyed chatting up strangers on the job
and mixed easily with both musicians and the blue-collar guys at the
bar.
After installing telephones at Ernie's on Banks, he initiated Tuesday-night
blues jams at that bar. Regulars called him Telephone Tony. When
bartender Ramiro Gonzalez needed a phone line in his new apartment,
Shore did the job himself. "That was kind of the guy he was," Gonzalez
says. "He'd help you out."
Even Shore's wife didn't seem to realize what she was dealing with. In
April 1993, the same year he allegedly raped the 14-year-old, he and
Gina separated. Gina agreed to pay him $75 a week in child support, and
he got custody of their daughters, according to records.
Deanna says that Tony's ex-wife began making late-night calls to her,
telling her in slurred words that Deanna really knew nothing about her
son.
"You don't even know that he killed someone," she quotes the ex as
saying.
Deanna reasoned she was just bitter. "Honey," she remembers telling her,
"you're drunk." For Tony Shore's mother, the truth still hadn't
registered.
One hot July night 11 months after Rebollar's death, 16-year-old Dana
Sanchez phoned her boyfriend to say she was hitchhiking to his house.
Then she disappeared.
Shore had never bothered to hide his victims' bodies, but the field
where he dumped Sanchez was apparently just too remote. Police didn't
find her body until a week had passed, and only then because a
mysterious caller warned the television station of a serial killer and
gave directions to her remains.
Police and sheriff's investigators assembled a task force almost
immediately, says Lieutenant Billingsley. Still, they kept it quiet.
"We joked about it, because the understanding given to us by the people
above us was that we don't want to call this a task force, or a serial
murderer. We don't want to panic people," Billingsley says. "It was a
non-task-force task force."
In official statements, the department played down links among the
murders. But the detectives on the case were convinced they had a serial
killer. "We worked and worked and worked," Sergeant Swaim says. "We
looked at everybody: sex offenders and parolees and boyfriends. We
looked at their schools."
Despite his increasingly odd behavior, investigators never had any real
reason to look at Shore. His sister Gina says she'd previously reported
him to Children's Protective Services, but there is no indication CPS
acted on her complaint. Naturally, he never showed up on a list of sex
offenders in the area.
And even when the Houston police picked him up, seven months after
Sanchez's murder, he stayed cool.
There was no sleuthing in the misdemeanor arrest: An undercover cop
posing as a prostitute randomly offered Shore sex for a fee, according
to the police report, and he accepted. Court records show he got three
months' unsupervised probation and a $122 fine.
Around that time, Shore's sister Gina visited once more. Again, she was
horrified by her brother's behavior: When Tony went out for the evening,
he dead-bolted the door, locking his two young daughters inside. Then he
and his friends invited Gina and her companion to do drugs with them.
Instead, her friend called CPS to report Tony for child endangerment,
Gina says. He even sent a certified letter to follow up. But he never
heard anything.
Agency spokeswoman Estella Olguin says CPS has no way to verify, or
dispute, Gina's account. She says that if no charges are filed, records
of an investigation are destroyed after three years.
But if the agency had spent any time following up on that complaint,
Gina says, they should have noticed problems. Tony's house had no
electricity, she says, and he'd boarded up the windows.
Rob Shore was living in Clear Lake Shores, not far from his son in
Houston, but their relationship had grown chilly. When the two bumped
into each other at the Westheimer Art Festival one spring, Tony didn't
have much to say. Rob's wife, Rose, thought he was on drugs.
He seemed to drop by his father's house only when he had a new
girlfriend to show off. When Tony was 33, that girlfriend was Amy Lynch,
an 18-year-old high school student. Friends say he'd worked on her
family's telephone line and arranged an introduction after noticing her
picture.
The appeal of such a younger woman was evident. Rose Shore remembers
Tony visiting them that Easter with his daughters and girlfriend. Amy
eagerly blurted out that Tony had told them all what to wear, from their
dresses to their socks and shoes.
"He was in control at that point," Rose says. "They had to do what he
said. They were dressed well, but it was definitely a red flag."
Two years after Tony and Amy got together, in the spring of 1997, Tony
called his mother in California and told her he was getting married. He
asked if he could send his daughters for a long visit during the
honeymoon. When Deanna demurred, his charm abruptly turned into a threat:
"If you don't see them now, you never will."
"It was not a good time for me," Deanna Shore says. "But I said okay."
When they arrived, Deanna knew something was wrong. The girls, now 12
and 13, were silent. They stuck close together -- "like Oscars," Deanna
says. And though it was nearly 100 degrees in Sacramento, they insisted
on wearing layers of clothing.
Frustrated, Deanna sent the younger girl to visit Gina, Tony's sister,
in Washington State. Deanna was convinced they'd been molested. "I said,
'I'm not going to ask, but if we split them up, they may volunteer it.'
"
In Washington, the truth came out. Gina had been complaining about a
situation at work: "Do you ever feel like something is totally
unjustified?"
Shore's daughter turned ashen. "How do you know about that?" she gasped.
*****
The girl explained: One night, when
Tony's girlfriend was in the hospital, he'd raped her. "I know he's been
doing it to [my sister] for years and years," she told her aunt. "I was
supposed to mind my own business."
*****
"To say I was shocked was putting it mildly," says
his girlfriend, Lynda, who asked that her full name not be used. "Pretty
much everything he had told me was not true. And to have 12 to 15
homicide detectives at your house one night--" She stops. Then she says,
"I never would have guessed anything like that."
Investigators believe Shore probably expected to be discovered. "He was
waiting for that hammer to fall, and it fell," Swaim says.
Shore admitted to the killings during an interrogation by Swaim. Then he
added, "Now I'm going to tell you something you don't know," and
confessed to Tremblay's murder, as well as the rape of the teenager in
1993.
In every case, he assured police he had a justification. He'd been
dating Tremblay, he said, and had to strangle her when she promised to
tell his wife. He later told family members that one of the victims had
been in his daughter's school; another had heard his band play.
Swaim is convinced the story is crap. "They tell you just enough, but
not enough to make themselves look bad," he says. "My idea was, he was
giving himself an out: 'I'm not as bad as you think. We had a
relationship.' He has an explanation for everything. But it's not going
to wash."
Investigators differ on whether Shore committed more murders in the five
years after giving his DNA sample. Officers "looked at all the cases of
unsolved females that fit his MO," Swaim says, but he believes the last
killing was Sanchez in 1995.
Swaim knows Shore had a habit of picking up women and making his move.
But he doesn't believe he killed them: "There would be bodies strewn all
over the place. My friends say, 'You're crazy! You're telling me this
guy didn't do any other stuff for so many years?' But maybe we do have
all he did."
Billingsley concedes that "a majority of investigators" think there are
more victims. But, if so, why wouldn't Shore admit to them? "We can only
kill him so many times," Billingsley says. "Why not admit to all of them?"
Billingsley believes Shore wants to be the center of attention. After
all, he says, he called to report Sanchez's body nine years ago. He
seems to enjoy the questioning. "He's got this attention now, and he can
keep us hanging."
Tony Shore is scheduled for trial in November on capital murder charges,
but even his family doesn't contend he is innocent. His own father won't
argue that he deserves mercy.
Sitting in his Southwestern-themed kitchen in Clear Lake Shores, Rob
Shore says he believes in the death penalty; he doesn't think his son
deserves an exemption. "Fair is fair, and right is right," Rob says
simply.
Tony has twice written him long letters from jail, full of explanations.
Tony claims his mother molested him as a child -- Deanna even underwent
hypnosis to see if that could be true, but came up with nothing to
support the claim.
Rob doesn't believe such allegations, either, nor does he write back.
He and his wife, Rose, have an easy rapport from 20 years of marriage.
Even when he talks about beating up his first wife, they seem at ease. "I'm
not a violent person," he says.
"Only when you get mad," she teases him.
"I haven't beaten you up yet," he says. They smile at each other.
It's raining, and Rob excuses himself to move one of the cars to higher
ground. When he's gone, Rose wonders how Tony could have turned into a
cold-blooded killer. "He wanted his father's attention more than
anything," she offers. "But his dad didn't know that. He was mad at his
dad most of the time, and his dad didn't even know it."
When Rob returns, she changes the subject.
Deanna Shore was 57 when she started as a mother again. Her
granddaughters initially had no clothes or beds or shoes. Despite his
promises, Tony never sent child support.
Raising the girls was also emotionally difficult. The older daughter
couldn't sleep unless her 130-pound dog was in the room; she also
developed a habit of igniting her stuffed animals. The younger one had
nightmares about her dad. "They were not the kind of children that
grandparents long for," Deanna says dryly.
As for her son, "There's a part of me that loves him, and always will.
That loves the child he was…If the other part existed then, I didn't see
it. But he was also every woman's nightmare."
Deanna and her daughter Gina flew to Houston in March to visit Tony. Rob
drove them to the Harris County Jail, but when they went in, he sat in
the car and waited.
The visitors' room is a cacophony of girlfriends and husbands shouting
into speakers, struggling to be heard by prisoners on the other side of
the glass. But even cuffed, even in a bright orange jumpsuit, Tony Shore
was completely unself-conscious. He said he was working on a book of
memoirs; he claimed he was right with God.
"He was just as friendly as if he was having tea with us," Deanna
marvels.
He didn't deny anything, but he didn't admit the murders, either. "I
know I'm forgiven," he said.
What about the parents of the murdered girls, Deanna asked him. How
could they forgive him? He told her they had a right to feel that way.
They left without any real answers.
Tony has continued to write. His mother and sister read his letters, but
they don't really believe anything he says. Deanna's therapist warned
her that the letters were classically sociopathic: He praises her, then
asks for something. Or he plays the guilt card. "He blames it all on
cocaine," she says.
In letters to his sister Gina, Tony seems to be reveling in his
notoriety: He asks for copies of any newspaper stories she can find
about his case.
He doesn't talk about guilt. He never says he's sorry. "Most of what he
writes about," she says, "is his book."