Every Move You Make by M. William Phelps Read Free Book Online

Horton what he had found, Horton knew right away it was another one of Evans’s jobs. Evans was so renowned and feared on the antique circuit, his photo had been published in several antique magazines throughout the Northeast. There wasn’t an antique dealer in the tristate region—New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts—who hadn’t heard of the notorious Gary Evans. Shops as far away as Maine, New Hampshire, Delaware and New Jersey even knew of Evans.
    As new leads poured into the Bureau, it became pretty clear Evans had been on a serial robbery spree for about the past eighteen months. With that in mind, if there was one thing Horton was sure of, it was that Evans, over the years, liked to keep his stolen merchandise hidden in self-storage units.
    Armed with that knowledge, he called two of his investigators into his office. “Track down all the storage units in the Capital District and find out if Gary rented a unit recently.”
    In the meantime, he sent a pair of investigators in search of a visitor’s list for Evans’s most recent stay in federal prison. It would take some time, but if they could find out who was on the list and track down any names Horton didn’t recognize, they might get lucky.
    In the federal system, inmates are allowed to compile a list of visitors. If someone isn’t on the list, that person is not allowed in to visit an inmate.
    What turned out to be a laugh riot around the office was when the list came back, Horton’s name was at the top of Evans’s list.
    After everyone had a good laugh, Horton pointed to a name on the list right below his. The name looked familiar, but he couldn’t place it: Lisa Morris , a woman who, ultimately, would end up breaking the Tim Rysedorph missing person case wide open.

CHAPTER 9
    When Horton found Lisa Morris on October 15, 1997, she was living at Rolling Ridge Apartments in Latham, a mere stone’s throw from the Spare Room II self-storage facility on Watervliet-Shaker Road, where Evans and Tim Rysedorph, the Bureau found out, had rented two self-storage units, eight feet by ten feet, to house their stolen property.
    Getting Lisa to open up about Evans, Horton realized quickly, was not going to be easy.
    Like Damien Cuomo, Michael Falco and Tim Rysedorph, Lisa grew up in Troy. A bit on the “rough” side, she’d had her share of problems with alcohol and drugs throughout the years, but had no real rap sheet to speak of. A plain-looking woman with easy brown eyes, large shoulders over a medium build, long brown hair and a quiet demeanor, Lisa’s pale-white skin gave away her full-blooded Irish heritage. She had met Evans in 1988—to no one’s surprise later on—a few months before Damien Cuomo, her common-law husband, turned up missing. As calculating and manipulative as Evans was, he had moved in with Lisa after Cuomo disappeared. Shortly before moving in, he was showing up at her apartment, telling her that Cuomo had “run off” after committing several burglaries with him.
    “He’s not coming back,” Evans said one day. “He told me to tell you that.”
    In the beginning, the relationship between them wasn’t sexual, Lisa said later. Evans would stop by her apartment just to talk, “like friends,” and, at Cuomo’s request, “keep her company.”
    As the months passed, he began giving her money, as if paying off a debt. When he stopped by her apartment with the cash, he would tell her that he’d heard from Damien, saying things like, “He’s hiding out down south. Write him off. Forget about him. He’s not coming back.”
    In 1996, after Evans finished a two-year bid for burglary in Sing Sing, he began a more concerted effort to win Lisa’s affection.
    “Gary and I became very close,” Lisa said later, “when he got out of prison. He would often stay with me.”
    As she and Evans described it later, they began having what Lisa termed “marathon sex” around this same time—and Lisa, then a thirty-two-year-old single mother,