After searching and searching for a divorce record for Pauline Storment and the ex-husband she was deathly afraid of, I was able to find proof.
It turns out, on July 13, 1967, a petition for divorce was filed in Memphis, Tennessee, as published in the Memphis Press-Scimitar.
We don’t know who really killed Pauline Storment, but we do know Wallace Peter Kunkle was a suspect, and while Eddie Rush never was officially one, he did attempt to kill Andrea Jones a month after Pauline’s murder.
My question is, who looks more like the composit sketch?
It was a warm April night in Fayetteville, Arkansas when 27-year-old Pauline Stormant was brutally murdered. The medical examiner’s reports confirmed the gruesome details – Pauline had been stabbed with a sharp instrument, her lifeless body stained with her own type A blood.
The investigation quickly honed in on seventeen year old Wallace Peter Kunkel, Witnesses placed a man who looked similar to Kunkel, not even Mike Adair who got a decent look at him would swear on oath that it was Kunkle, near the crime scene that fateful night of April 12th. A knife was found plunged into the earth nearby behind a vacant house but investigators were not convinced that it was the knife used. As the evidence mounted, prosecutors charged Kunkel with first-degree murder.
But Kunkel maintained his innocence, weaving an alibi about a night of doing drugs with friends. According to him, he had been at the Gray House taking preludin pills and shooting up with people like Michelle Phelan, Richard Finley and others. His lawyers prepared to take the case to trial.
The police report painted a picture of chaos in the aftermath of the murder. A community in shock. Potential witnesses were interviewed and investigated themselves as potential suspects. One man even walked into the station to confess, though he quickly wavered on the validity of his admission.
Amidst the search for answers and justice, one thing was clear – a young woman’s life had been suddenly and violently extinguished on the streets of Fayetteville that spring night in 1971. Pauline Stormant’s fate lingered as an open wound for the small Arkansas town as Wallace Peter Kunkel’s trial loomed.
The following is A.I Generated Narrative based on the testimonies of Michele K. Phelan age 15, Tim Copeland age 18, Mike Boyd age 19, Richard Finley age 17, Terry Smith age 18, provided to the Prosecuting Attorney Mahlon Gibson and Deputy Prosecuting Attorney James O. Burnett of Arkansas in the month of April 1971 following the April 12th murder of Pauline Storment.
It was a warm April evening in 1971, and the air carried the distinct aroma of spring blossoms intermixed with the familiar scent of marijuana that often lingered around the Gray House located at 301 University not far from the University of Arkansas campus in Fayetteville.
Michelle Phelan, a young woman with a mischievous glint in her eyes, sat in the kitchen, meticulously breaking down a prescription of 30 diet pills she had obtained from Dr. Lee Parker. The sharp, bitter smell of crushed amphetamines filled the air as she and Mike Michaels worked diligently, their fingers deftly separating the powdery substance from the capsules.
In the living room, the sound of laughter and chatter echoed, punctuated by the occasional clinking of glasses and the crackle of a record player spinning in the background. Terry Smith, Tim Copeland, and Mike Boyd lounged on well-worn couches, their eyes glazed over as the effects of the speed they had ingested earlier began to take hold.
Peter Kunkel, a tall, lanky figure with a mop of unruly hair, moved between the kitchen and living room, his presence seeming to command attention. He had already taken a hit of Preludin, his pupils dilated, and his movements jittery yet purposeful.
As the night progressed, the atmosphere grew more electric, fueled by a potent cocktail of amphetamines and youthful rebellion. Michelle Phelan, her veins pulsing with the rush of the drugs, recalled seeing Richard Finley, Peter Kunkel, Mike Michaels, Terry Smith, and Mike Boyd drifting in and out of the kitchen, their faces flushed and their eyes wide with anticipation.
Around 9:20 PM, Michelle, Peter, and Richard ventured out to the Jet Set, their footsteps echoing on the pavement as they sought refreshments and cigarettes. Crossing paths with Steve Cooper, they exchanged brief pleasantries, their voices tinged with the slurred cadence of intoxication.
Upon returning to the Gray House, Peter went inside to retrieve the keys to Mike Michaels’ motorcycle, intending to take Richard home. Michelle, her mind racing with the residual effects of the speed, wandered downstairs to make a phone call, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush as she gossiped with her friend Jill Graves.
Rejoining Peter on the porch, the cool night air caressed their flushed faces, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to stand still. But the spell was broken when Mike Miller appeared, prompting Michelle to beckon him upstairs, her impatience palpable.
As the night wore on, the energy within the Gray House remained electric, fueled by the intoxicating combination of drugs, music, and youthful exuberance. Peter Kunkel, his movements becoming increasingly erratic, took a second shot of speed around 10 PM, his thirst for excitement unquenchable.
When Mike Boyd returned to the apartment at 10:15 PM, he found Peter already there, his request to be taken home punctuated by the sight of his brown sport jacket carelessly discarded on the seat beside him. As they ventured out into the night, their path was abruptly halted by the flashing lights of a police car, casting an eerie glow over the otherwise darkened street.
Peter’s nervousness was palpable, his concern focused not on the suspicious nature of their late-night excursion but rather on the possibility of any lingering traces of drugs in the vehicle. The air grew thick with tension as the officers approached, their footsteps echoing like distant thunderclaps in the stillness of the night.
For most of my life, the haunting tale of my cousin’s brutal murder has lingered in the shadows of my mind. Pauline Storment, my first cousin twice removed, was the niece of my mother’s paternal grandmother, Lela “Storment” Stacks – my great-grandmother. This macabre tragedy has gnawed at the back of my brain since childhood, but it wasn’t until my forties that a burning curiosity ignited within me, yearning to unravel the enigma surrounding her case.
Ever since the day I filed my first FOIA request, I’ve been plagued by the quintessential questions: who killed her, why, and how were they able to vanish into the night of April 12th, 1971, leaving a trail of unanswered riddles in their wake? This case has been a perplexing conundrum, to say the least.
Let’s delve into the fateful night that unfolded:
Pauline was a university student at the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville, studying Anthropology. She worked at the Malco Movie Theatre and as a secretary at the campus R.O.T.C. office through a work-study program. Around 7:30 PM, a woman named Terri Keating (Stella Terri Keating) encountered Pauline at the R.O.T.C. office. Pauline invited her to attend a black gospel concert hosted by the group Black Americans for Democracy as part of Black Emphasis week at the Union Ballroom in the Memorial Hall building, adjacent to the R.O.T.C. building.
Reflecting on the social climate of 1971 from our present-day perspective, one can’t help but wonder if a white racist might have taken offense at a white girl attending a black gospel concert – an easy conclusion to draw, but mere speculation nonetheless. The concert was scheduled to last no more than an hour, leaving Pauline ample time to attend and still squeeze in some studying at the Campus Library, as she often did well into the late hours, typically not returning home until 11 PM.
However, something or someone must have spooked Pauline at the library, prompting her to leave around 9:15 PM or 9:20 PM, only to be tragically stabbed around 9:45 PM. The author David DeKok agrees that drawing a parallel between Pauline’s murder and that of Betsy Aardsma, who was killed in a library on a college campus, based solely on their shared dark hair, is a stretch. Yet, it’s no more of a creative leap than suggesting Ted Bundy as the perpetrator, given his penchant for targeting young co-eds and his known presence in Arkansas, coupled with a witness statement from Joe Clifton, who claimed to have heard a yell for help while driving through the Summit Terrace Apartments parking lot, initially mistaking it for a drunk girl or a young lady having a good time. This raises the unsettling question: did Pauline know her killer in some capacity?
Flash forward to the investigation conducted on behalf of the Arkansas State Police between Memphis, Tennessee, and Atlanta, Georgia. Iris Fletcher, Pauline’s former roommate, revealed that Pauline had married Charles Joseph Pate on June 4th, 1944, and was deathly afraid of her ex-husband at the time of the murder. Could he have been involved? One newspaper article even suggests that Pauline went by the name “Whitney” – was she hiding from Pate? We may never know, as he passed away on June 11, 2016. However, detectives felt he was not the killer since he attended Pauline’s funeral, though the details of their questioning remain undocumented.
In the 1970s, it seemed as if killers lurked around every corner. The notorious Ed Kemper, the Co-Ed Killer of California, and the elusive Zodiac immediately come to mind. While none were explicitly linked to Arkansas, there was one man who claimed to be both the Zodiac and the Phantom Killer of Texarkana. Then there was the University of Arkansas student Henry Booker “Doodie” Tennison, who committed suicide by consuming mercury cyanide poison on November 5th, 1948, leaving behind an elaborate suicide note in which he claimed to be the Phantom Killer. Unless, of course, there’s truth to the folklore surrounding the broken 1900 stone on Senior Walk at the University of Arkansas campus, which allegedly cursed any student who stepped on it with the inability to graduate. But surely, a misstep by Pauline couldn’t have sealed her fate – that would be a premise worthy of an Eli Roth horror flick.
Without any solid leads, we’re left to ponder the theory of wrong place, wrong time. Witness accounts suggest that after walking south along Duncan Avenue from the University, Pauline was stabbed eight times upon arriving at the intersection of Duncan and Treadwell. However, one witness, Mike Adair, claimed to have seen a six-foot-tall man with messy, blondish hair combed to the side, wearing glasses and a brown sports coat, following Pauline as she walked along South Duncan, crossing Center Street. By the time Adair pulled behind his apartment building at 16 South Duncan (in the vicinity of today’s Atmosphere Apartments) and stepped out of his vehicle, he heard Pauline’s screams for help echoing through the blocks.
While I hold little hope for this case to be solved or for closure to be found, I choose to raise Pauline’s story because her memory must never be forgotten. To those who relish unsolved true crime tales, may her tragic fate ignite a fire within you to seek justice. And to those who knew and loved Pauline, may the retelling of her story offer a cathartic release, a heartfelt tribute to a life cut short by the cruelest of fates.
Picture it: the night of April 12, 1971, a peaceful evening in Fayetteville, Arkansas. A young woman named Pauline Storment was walking south along Duncan Avenue, having just left the University of Arkansas. Little did she know, this seemingly ordinary walk would tragically mark the end of her life. Storment was brutally stabbed seven to eight times, and the echoes of her harrowing murder still reverberate through time. Over fifty years later, her case remains a haunting unsolved puzzle, casting a shadow over the city.
This window of time aligns with the period of Pauline Storment’s tragic demise.
Could Boyd’s movements be purely coincidental, or is there a deeper connection? Witness statements from Robert L. Spray and John A. Hall provide a tantalizing insight. They recount seeing an impaired man park a vehicle at 12 South Hill on the night of the murder, hinting at a possible timeline for the crime.
Delving into modern tools, Google Maps reveals the spatial dimension of this decades-old enigma. The distance between 35 Duncan Ave, the site of the murder, and the Gray House, Boyd’s claimed location, paints an intriguing picture. It takes about nine minutes to cover this ground on foot, allowing for a plausible sequence of events or fast via a car of which there was no description provided.
It’s essential to underline that these observations don’t assign guilt to Mike Boyd. Rather, they shine a light on the curious coincidences and gaps in the case. As time passes and memories fade, the story of Pauline Storment’s tragic death continues to beckon amateur sleuths and seasoned investigators alike. The past may hold the key to unveiling the truth, and it’s up to those captivated by this cold case to unravel the threads and bring justice to a long-forgotten victim.
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| Atty. Richard Hipp |
“Myths and legends don’t just materialize out of thin air; nothing does, nor can it. There’s always a kernel of truth beneath, no matter how distorted it might become.” – Isaac Asimov
A little over fifty years ago, on a warm April Monday night, precisely the 12th of 1971, my cousin Pauline Storment had her life tragically taken at 9:45. For most of my life, I knew little about the case, except that she was a University of Arkansas student who was murdered while walking home from college. The perpetrator was another student, shielded from prosecution, possibly connected to university officials.
So, how does an Isaac Asimov quote relate to this case? The essential truths lie within the details, where the devil hides.
But how am I related to Pauline Storment? She’s my twice-removed first cousin, but that doesn’t tell the whole story. This connection traces back to my maternal grandfather, AJ “Buddy” Stacks, Pauline’s first cousin. Papa Buddy was the child of Andrew Jackson Stacks who was married to Pauline’s Aunt Lela Storment.
Fast forward to 2022, and the truth of Pauline’s murder remains elusive. The case has haunted me, and I’ve yearned to see her killer brought to justice, even if it’s too late for punishment due to age. So, why has the murderer behind a crime that shook Fayetteville, Arkansas never been caught?
Blaming Fayetteville Police for this failure would be cynical. Instead, we must look within the tangible world for answers. The unsolved stabbing death of Pauline Storment doesn’t fit the profile of other notorious killers from the 1970s, like Edmund Kemper aka The Coed Killer, Ted Bundy who was known to pass through Arkansas, or the Zodiac Killer who claims in one of his letters to have followed a woman out of a campus library and killed her. Yet, the resemblance between the sketch of Pauline’s killer and the Zodiac sketch is striking.
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| One has to admit the similarity between the Sketch of Pauline’s killer and that of the Zodiac Sketch. |
Nonetheless, suspects exist within Pauline’s life. Wallace Peter Kunkel, a main suspect from 1971, hung out near where Pauline was murdered. Could he have been involved? If I could travel back to the 1970s, I’d try to warn his mother, Luella Kunkel, of the impending legal troubles her son might face. But did she already know? Did he confess to her? These questions remain unanswered.
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Considering the protection his parents might have offered is understandable. With a university official as a mother and a government-employed SEFOR Physicist as a father, the Kunkel family’s resources dwarfed those of Pauline’s family. The media’s sensationalized coverage added to the confusion. Headlines shifted from charging Kunkel to dropping the charges, leaving everyone uncertain. This roller coaster was undoubtedly disconcerting, particularly for Pauline’s parents and step-siblings. So, who killed Pauline Storment? If it wasn’t Kunkel, it remains the million-dollar question without an answer. Stay tuned for more… |
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Following the tragic murder of Pauline Storment, the Arkansas State Police became involved in the case. This led the Police Departments of Memphis, Tennessee, and Atlanta, Georgia to conduct their own investigations in hopes of finding clues to close the case.
Before long, they received information from Mr. Sanders, a manager at the Mark Lipman company. According to him, an employee named John Hubbard had a connection to Pauline Storment. Hubbard had worked for Guardsmark (now Alied Universal), a company under Mark Lipman, from May 20, 1969, to July of 1970. Sanders believed that Hubbard and Storment had an affair between July and August of 1969. Hubbard’s last known address was 320 Hampden Drive, Northeast, Cedar Rapids, Iowa. He had been working for a law firm on 14th Street in Des Moines, Iowa. Hubbard hailed from Effingham, Illinois, where he also attended high school.
Mr. Sanders mentioned that Mr. Stensrud of Liberty Mutual Insurance Company might have a more recent address for Hubbard due to a compensation claim regarding an old back injury, with claim number C47844240XOD.
DESCRIPTION OF SUSPECT:
Within the 97-page PDF of case files provided by the Arkansas State Police, there was a document describing John Hubbard as a possible suspect. Born on May 13, 1942, Hubbard stood at 5 feet 9 inches, weighed 180 pounds, had green eyes, light brown hair, and scars on both little fingers. He resided at 320 Hampden Drive Northeast, Cedar Rapids, Iowa.
It’s possible that the Arkansas State Police reached out to the Cedar Rapids Police Department or possibly even the FBI, although concrete evidence is elusive due to missing or misplaced case documents.
The document indicated that the Mark Lipman Company possessed information stating that Hubbard was residing at the address on March 15, 1971. He was employed as an investigator for a law firm on 14th Street in Des Moines, Iowa. The Liberty Mutual Insurance Company might offer information if Hubbard had moved from that address due to his job-related injury claim.
Who Murdered Pauline Storment? 