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[St. James Episcopal Church Cemetery]
Photo from 2002 Anniversary
Posters Visit November 16, 2002
JonBenet Ramsey's Grave
St. James Episcopal Church Cemetery
Marietta, Georgia

Boulder Police Anniversary
Grave Site Surveillance Operation
December 20, 24, 25, 26, 1997


01. 1997-12-20: BPD at grave 2am plant "John Thomas 1936-1992" stone (ST pg245)
02. 1997-12-20: Fake "Thomas" headstone 45 feet west of grave (ST pg245)
03. 1997-12-20: Microphone hidden in "John Thomas" headstone (ST pg245)
04. 1997-12-20: Police surprised JBR had headstone at grave (ST pg245)
05. 1997-12-20: JBR headstone: August 6, 1990-December 25, 1996 (ST pg246)
06. 1997-12-20: Police wondered by death date December 25, 1996 (ST pg246)
07. 1997-12-20: Police found fresh flowers on JonBenet/Beth graves (ST pg246)
08. 1997-12-20: Police found Christmas ornaments hanging on tree (ST pg246)
09. 1997-12-20: Police found Photo with little framed heart (ST pg246)
10. 1997-12-20: Police found 6 ft strip of Astroturf covering ground (ST pg246)
11. 1997-12-20: Police found Stuff bunny, ceramic angel on grave (ST pg246)
12. 1997-12-20: Police found box w/Nativity scene/mementos at grave (ST pg246)

13. 1997-12-24: Police set up grave vigil for Christmas in Georgia (ST pg245)
14. 1997-12-24: Warrant for came from DA in Cobb County, Georgia (ST pg245)
15. 1997-12-24: Chief Tom Koby didn't think it was a good idea (ST pg245)
16. 1997-12-24: Sergeant Wickman said he was worried about vigil (ST pg245)
17. 1997-12-24: Police/FBI set up in Marietta High School (ST pg245)
18. 1997-12-24: Microphone hidden in "John Thomas" headstone (ST pg245)

19. 1997-12-25: Police/FBI set up in Marietta High School (ST pg246)
20. 1997-12-25: Blonde in Mickey Mouse sweatshirt visited grave (ST pg246)
21. 1997-12-25: Boy w/couple almost exposed fake "Thomas" headstone (ST pg247)
22. 1997-12-25: Photographer set tripod on grave for pictures (ST pg247)
23. 1997-12-25: Media camped, pissing on bushes/smoking cigarettes (ST pg247)

24. 1997-12-26: Police/FBI set up in Marietta High School (ST pg245)
25. 1997-12-26: Suspicious white male "Colorado plates" visited grave (ST pg248)
26. 1997-12-26: Police followed male to Atlanta Historical Society (ST pg248)
27. 1997-12-26: Suspicious male was corpsman from Camp Lejeune (ST pg248)
28. 1997-12-26: John Andrew Ramsey visited JonBenet's grave (ST pg248)
29. 1997-12-26: John Andrew Ramsey altercation with photographer (ST pg248)
30. 1997-12-26: Police put wreath from "Thomas" grave on JBR grave (ST pg248)


[JonBenet, Inside the Ramsey Murder Investigation]2000-04-11: “JonBenet, Inside the Ramsey Murder Investigation”
by Steve Thomas and Don Davis, April 11, 2000

ST Page 245

"I returned to Atlanta for one more grave-site surveillance try with the Georgia Bureau of Investigation at Christmas 1997 and again came up short in the quest to eavesdrop on a confession.

Chief Koby didn't think the trip was a good idea, and Sergeant Wickman told me he was worried about the operation, but GBI Agent John Lang supported going ahead with the hundred-to-one shot any- way. Pray for a break, for without a confession, this case was going nowhere. "You guys, in the end, may simply look back and agree it was a hell of a ride," he said. "But you were home-cooked from the beginning. This was a no-win."

With a warrant from the Cobb County District Attorney, we once again set up a command post in Marietta High School. This time our recording equipment was hidden in a fake but realistic tombstone constructed by a movie special effects company. It appeared to be made of granite but was actually a converted decorative mantelpiece from Home Depot. The family name THOMAS was inscribed in large letters over "John Thomas 1936-1992." It was a combination of my name and that of Agent John Lang.

The gates of St. James Episcopal Cemetery were open on the night of December 20 as our little convoy of undercover cars entered to plant our fake tombstone. When our headlights swept across JonBenet's grave, we were surprised to find a marble headstone:

AUGUST 6, 1990-DECEMBER 25, 1996"

ST Page 246

"It was a clue from nowhere.

I knew that the Ramseys had returned from the Whites' Christmas party at 10 P.M., and the day ended two hours later. The dates on the grave marker were another argument for establishing a time of death. For some reason, the parents were stating that JonBenet had died before midnight.

Fresh flowers were on the graves of both JonBenet and Beth Ramsey, Christmas ornaments hung in a nearby tree, there was a photo in a little framed heart, and a six-foot-long strip of Astroturf covered the ground. A stuffed bunny and a ceramic angel, a box with a Nativity scene, and other mementos surrounded the grave.

"We missed them," I told Lang dejectedly. "That headstone didn't get here by itself They came early and held some sort of memorial service." As I kicked myself, Lang said it didn't matter because our warrant didn't begin for another three days anyway. Even had we been here, we would only have been able to watch from a distance without any recording equipment.

We installed our high-tech headstone on a plot forty-five feet west of the child's grave, feeling like ghouls, then departed the cemetery as inconspicuously as one can at two o'clock in the morning while carrying a shovel, flashlight, and sledgehammer.

For the surveillance, the GBI gave us everything we had before and more, and we began at dawn on December 24, as a slashing rain stopped and the sun rose on the drenched cemetery. Over the next eighty-eight hours, tourists looked at the grave, the press looked at the tourists, and we looked at them all.

Burgers and Cokes fueled us while we recorded the gamut of peo- ple-women with babies in strollers, self-appointed experts explaining the case, families, kids, dog walkers, and Rollerbladers. It was a tourist mecca.

A white Corvette pulled in, and a blonde with an inch of dark roots emerged, wearing a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, stirrup stretch pants, and dark glasses. Detective Gosage and I thought we recognized her. "That looks like Pam Paugh," he said. She sat on the little bench and wept as the merciless photographers stalked nearer. She knelt for a moment on the grave and whispered a few words we couldn't hear through all the media noise. Speak louder! we urged from the command post. She gave the headstone a kiss and escaped after only four minutes. We never figured out who she really was.

A middle-aged couple and their son stopped by, and the boy wandered away to look at our John Thomas headstone. Our hearts almost"

ST Page 247

"stopped when he rocked it back and forth and loudly called, "This is made of wood!" After a few minutes of tut-tutting about how anyone could possibly buy such a cheap marker for the dearly departed, the family moved away.

The reporters and photographers kept a discreet distance at first but soon abandoned any restraint and became jackals. One photographer set her camera tripod right on the grave and rearranged the items at the headstone to suit her picture. Anything she didn't want was callously tossed. A poem in a glass frame shattered. For an hour she refused to relinquish the site. We cursed everything about her.

She wasn't much worse than the rest, however. The women reporters stayed in their vehicles preening in the mirrors until some unsuspecting visitor came to the grave. Then they rushed up in tight skirts, microphones extended like elephant snouts, shouting, "Do you know the family? Why are you here?"

The swarm eventually camped out at the grave itself, smoking cigarettes and flipping the butts on the grass, standing around telling dirty jokes, setting up camera tripods on other graves, and pissing in the bushes. They were disgusting and had no respect whatsoever for the little girl in a coffin six feet below them.

With the press sprawled all over the place, there was no hope of anybody saying anything worthwhile.

After midnight on Christmas-the first anniversary of JonBenet's murder- I drove to the nearby suburb of Vinings and parked across the street from the Ramsey house. Security lights flooded the grounds, a single white rose was in the mailbox, and two great Christmas wreaths hung on the doors. I wanted to go ring the bell and say, "Let's talk." But I had been forbidden from doing so."


ST Page 248


"Back at the grave site, our only real opportunity came on the day after Christmas, when a clean-cut white male about forty years old, wearing dark glasses and looking nervous, sidled into the cemetery, careful to keep his back to the press. He pulled out a little camera, snapped a few shots, and put it away as the press started to film him. Lang and I dashed for our car as he got into a truck and headed east on Polk Street, and I couldn't believe my eyes. "That's a Colorado plate," I said, pulling close behind him. Lang replied, "We gotta take this guy down and ID him".

We followed him for miles until he pulled into the parking lot of the Atlanta Historical Society. As soon as he got out of the truck, we flashed our badges and handed him a bullshit line about him driving through a drug surveillance area. He bought it and showed a military ID. He was a navy corpsman based at Camp Lejeune in North Carolina and said he was just sightseeing in Atlanta and was from Colorado, where his mother lived.

I needed to get inside his vehicle and used an old narc trick to obtain permission. "You have any weapons, narcotics, contraband, bazookas, or machine guns in your truck?"

"No." He laughed. So did Lang and I.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I look in it, would you?"

"Sure, go ahead. You guys really looking for a bazooka?"

While Lang kept him talking, I tore into the truck, searching for anything that might tie him to our homicide. The cab was full of fast- food wrappers, unused 35-mm film, and blank videotapes. I looked through some notebooks in which he had written. Nothing. Although he had neglected to say anything about visiting the cemetery, we couldn't do much more at this point. We had a solid ID on him and knew where he was based. We let him go. The guy was just another wingnut that Lang would later thoroughly investigate and clear.

The only other remarkable visitor was John Andrew Ramsey, who got into an altercation with a photographer.

At ten o'clock the warrant ended, and we shut down the surveillance. We retrieved the John Thomas marker and moved the wreath we had left there to the grave of JonBenet. Then a dozen GBI agents and a couple of Boulder detectives sped down Highway 41 to the Buckboard cowboy bar for some shots and beer, respectfully toasting the little girl.


[Forums For Justice]2004-01-14: The Bonita Papers-1999 (Grave-site surveillance)
From a poster known as "Spade" on the www.forumsforjustice.org forum posted information regarding a person known as "Bonita." Spade wrote: "These are the unedited "notes" of Bonita Sauer, secretary/para-legal to Dan Hoffman. Bonita intended to write a book from the case documents provided to her boss. But Bonita's notes were sold to the tabs by her nephew. Larry Pozner is a partner in the same law firm. I hope he reads his secretary's notes about this case before he runs his mouth about the Ramsey's. (Again) This is a long file, so I suggest copying to your own computer and printing it out. I have checked the important case info and find it accurate, however there is some BS. Please post your questions." On another postings, Spade wrote, "Bonita is the 1st name of the legal secretary who wrote up the Boulder Police reports, mailed them to her nephew in Oregon who in turn double-dealt them to two tabs for $70,000. Bonita had access to all the BPD reports. Keep in mind that Bonita wrote-up her info in 1999"

"As the candlelight ceremony was being planned in Boulder, another vigil was taking place at St. James Episcopal Cemetery in Marietta, Georgia. Boulder police department detectives had set up surveillance cameras wired for sound near the gravesite of JonBenet in hopes of catching a remorseful perpetrator asking for forgiveness on the first anniversary of the crime a not uncommon occurrence in the death of a child. This operation by the Boulder police department was so secreted that a flight was arranged which routed the detectives through several cities before reaching their destination in hopes of camouflaging their actions. While doing their stake out, the detectives noticed that the headstone erected after the funeral bore the inscription "August 8, 1990 December 25, 1996". They wondered how the Ramseys knew the date of death when even the coroner had not made an official confirmation.

Unfortunately, the detectives' vigil proved fruitless. The only visitor to the gravesite that day was a poor, unsuspecting tourist, a serviceman with the U.S. Navy visiting Atlanta, Georgia that week who had stopped to take pictures of the grave and headstones. He was driving a vehicle with Colorado license plates and was eventually located by the Boulder police for interrogation. When interviewed, he admitted he had also stopped at the Ramsey home in Boulder to take pictures while visiting friends in Colorado. Because of his interest in the case, the same fascination that had consumed thousands of people throughout the United States, he was asked to submit to photographing, fingerprinting, saliva sampling for DNA analysis and giving handwriting samples, which the Naval officer did without any hesitation."

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