by Burl Barer
Yerbury attempted questioning one of the suspects, but communication proved impossible. Unable to penetrate St. Pierre’s drug- and drink-induced fog, Yerbury focused his inquiry on the moderately more rational Kevin Wiggins.
Wiggins told the detective that Paul St. Pierre, Tony Youso, Jim Mullins, Andrew Webb, and Chris St. Pierre had all been drinking, and some of them had also taken Valium. “When I decided to go home,” explained Wiggins, “ I couldn’t find my car keys. I kept asking Paul if he’d seen them and Paul was getting pissed. Well, we got into a big beef and then Paul St. Pierre got even more mad and shot Andrew Webb with a forty-five, and stashed the gun somewhere before the cops showed up.”
“Apparently, St. Pierre started picking a fight with Wiggins,” Yerbury later explained. “Not wanting any trouble, Wiggins attempted talking his way out of the situation, out of the kitchen, and away from Paul St. Pierre. Then, for reasons that are unclear, St. Pierre turned his attention to Andrew Webb. St. Pierre then insisted that Webb owed him seven dollars, and demanded instant payment if Webb didn’t want to die.”
“I told Paul that I had already paid him back that money,” Webb later explained. Much taller than the five-foot-seven, 155-pound St. Pierre, Webb responded to his adversary’s aggressive posture by easily pushing him to the floor using only an index finger. St. Pierre scrambled back up; again, Webb used his finger. St. Pierre, for the second time in thirty seconds, landed unceremoniously on the kitchen’s stained linoleum. Tony Youso, a remaining spectator, began losing interest. The argument could and would continue without him. As he left the kitchen for the living room, where Christopher St. Pierre was sleeping on the couch, the angry and humiliated Paul St. Pierre struggled to his feet, then directed dire threats toward his former childhood playmate, Andrew Webb. He could, he insisted, do whatever he wanted to whomever he wanted, and Andrew Webb couldn’t stop him.
“What are you going to do, Paul, shoot me?” asked Webb. Paul St. Pierre yanked out his .45, pointed it directly at Webb, and jerked the trigger.
“The bullet went right through me,” Webb recalled, “and I just stood there in shock. Then I fell on the floor and blacked out. I do remember Kevin Wiggins saying he was going to take me to the hospital. He really saved my life.”
“I heard the gunshot,” stated Tony Youso, “I turned back around to see what happened. Andrew was all bent over, and down, and leaning against the refrigerator.”
“Why, Paul? Why?” Webb asked before he collapsed, according to Youso. Paul St. Pierre hastily apologized. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, then ran off to hide the gun. Tony Youso rushed to Webb’s side, saw the damage, and ran to awaken St. Pierre’s younger brother, Chris.
“Paul shot Andrew,” he shouted, “We’ve got to call an ambulance!” Chris St. Pierre got up and quickly looked in the kitchen. Tony wasn’t kidding.
While the two ran from the house to summon aid, Kevin Wiggins helped Webb up off the floor, out to the alley, and toward the parked cars. It was in the alley that Paul St. Pierre, having stashed his weapon, caught up with them.
Seeing his assailant, the wounded Webb feared for his life. “I was afraid that he was going to kill me and bury me out in the woods. He looked like he was going to shoot me again.” To convince St. Pierre that another bullet was unnecessary, Webb utilized his best reasoning and oratory skills. “I’m dead, Paul,” he shouted, “I’m dead!” Before Paul St. Pierre could agree or differ, Officers Boik and Lowry arrived. As their investigation began, Jim Mullins, distinctive in his tattered, bloodstained blue plaid shirt, came careening around the corner, his arms flailing wildly.
Authorities were never quite able to fit Mullins into the chronology of the morning’s events. “We know he’s the one who summoned the police by running over to the tavern,” said Yerbury, “but he was so highly intoxicated and combative that he was impossible to communicate with. I tried to interview him, and at times he would tell me that Paul St. Pierre shot Andrew; then in the next breath he would say that he didn’t want to tell us anything because he was afraid of what Paul St. Pierre would do to him if he talked.”
Because Mullins, a transient with no permanent address, continually insisted that he was leaving for Oregon the minute police were done talking to him, police booked him into the Pierce County Jail on a RCW charge—witness to a violent crime.
Paul St. Pierre became even more violent when placed under arrest. Boik and Lowry forcibly restrained him, and Sergeant Justice of the Tacoma Police took a residue test. “We then set up the breathalyzer machine,” recalled Boik, “but St. Pierre refused several times, and we were never able to get a reading.”
While talking to Officer Boik, Paul St. Pierre mentioned that “maybe it was self-defense.” When asked if he really did shoot Webb in self-defense, St. Pierre didn’t give a direct answer. “Maybe he had a gun, too,” he said, as if it were a remote possibility.
Andrew Webb’s older brother, Wesley, unaware of the current crisis, arrived on the scene just as the ambulance sped away. Simply intending a friendly morning visit, Wesley discovered the 4000 block of Pacific Avenue transformed into a Saturday circus of aid cars, squad cars, fire trucks, ambulances, glaze-eyed witnesses, gawking neighbors, uniformed police officers, and plainclothes detectives.
“Wesley went out to get a haircut,” recalled his former wife of seventeen years, Margaret “Marty” Webb. “He was just going to stop by and see what was going on. By that, I mean he sort of wanted an update on Andrew’s latest ‘project’—another one of his proposed acts of retributive violence against someone he thought had ‘done him wrong.’ He always thought someone had done him wrong, ripping him off, stuff like that. Paul was sitting in the back of the cop car when Wesley showed up.” Noticing Andrew’s brother, Paul St. Pierre victoriously gave Wesley “the finger.” Wesley, however, insists Paul St. Pierre gave him “the high sign.” Detective Yerbury insisted that Paul St. Pierre, and everyone else, be hauled down to Central Station for questioning by Detective Mike Lynch.
While Lynch attempted to penetrate the Valium and alcohol clouding Paul St. Pierre’s limited thought processes, Sergeant Parkhurst drafted a search warrant for presentation to Judge Stone. “The purpose of the warrant was to search for evidence, and for Paul St. Pierre’s forty-five,” recalled Yerbury. “We didn’t find the weapon, and the residence was released back into the care of Christopher St. Pierre, who was one of the fellows living there at the time.”
Based on available information and evidence, the case didn’t look the least bit complicated. “Especially once we got Webb’s version,” concurred Yerbury. “Basically, Paul St. Pierre hauled off and shot him. The information and evidence were presented to the prosecutor’s office, and it was determined that a charge of Assault First Degree would be filed against Paul St. Pierre in superior court.”
Detective Robert Yerbury wrote his final follow-up report concerning the case on June 11, 1984. “At this point,” stated the detective with confidence, “there will be no further investigation. This case was cleared by the arrest of Paul St. Pierre.”
More than a decade afterward, veteran broadcast journalist and award-winning newscaster Chet Rogers commented on that Saturday morning wounding of Andrew Webb, “The cops thought they were dealing with one drunk shooting another drunk over a seven-dollar debt. An anonymous tip to Crime Stoppers changed everything. The next thing they knew, Tacoma Police were digging up a corpse without a face, and another one without a head. This whole Andrew Webb/St. Pierre brothers’ thing unearthed the most gruesome and bizarre double homicide in the city’s history.”
Two
June 13, 1984
On June 13, 1984, an anonymous female informant called Tacoma Police Crime Stoppers. She told Officer Rod Cook that Paul St. Pierre, in custody for shooting Andrew Webb, was connected to the unexplained disappearance several months earlier of a young man named Damon Wells.
The anonymous caller said that Wells, reported missing on February 27, h
ad been beaten to death by Paul St. Pierre. She told Cook that “Paul St. Pierre broke Wells’s neck, and then they put his body in the trunk of a car and drove off for about four hours. They reportedly put the body in a Dumpster.” That same anonymous source indicated that other people who had lived in the residence as roommates of Paul St. Pierre also had information and knowledge of that incident, reported Officer Cook, “those being Donald Marshall and Mark Perez. According to the caller, Donald Marshall and Mark Perez were going to come to the station and tell what happened, but decided not to when Paul St. Pierre threatened to kill them.”
Based upon the phone call, Detectives Yerbury and Price reviewed the Missing Persons file on Damon Wells. “He was twenty years old, about five feet tall, maybe one hundred ten pounds,” recalled Yerbury. “According to the original report, he lived with his great-grandmother Ann Robertson on South C. Street. The last time she saw him was Friday night, February 24, 1984, at about ten-thirty.”
Mrs. Robertson described Damon as an exceptionally kind and thoughtful young man who was always willing to help others, especially his aged great-grandparents. Damon didn’t complete high school, she said. He tried enlisting in the navy but was rejected because of his height, and because he suffered a severe spleen injury in an auto accident when he was ten years old.
The last time Mrs. Robertson saw Damon Wells, they were having coffee in the kitchen at about 10:15 P.M. when they heard the doorbell ring. Damon got up to answer the door. “It was a kid he knew,” Robertson said. The kid to whom she referred was eighteen-year-old Steve Wood. “Damon went upstairs and got dressed. Then he came down and said, ‘Grandma, I’m going to be right back,’ and that was the end of it. I thought he was going down to Pacific Avenue to buy a pack of cigarettes or something, but he never came back.”
“Apparently, Damon Wells always kept his grandmother informed of his whereabouts, and never gave her reason to worry about him,” said Detective Yerbury. “Naturally, when he didn’t come home and he didn’t call, she became very concerned and called the Tacoma Police asking them to help look for her grandson.”
“They wouldn’t look for him,” lamented Robertson. “The detectives said, ‘All kids run away.’ I told them he had a life here, that he was happy. I was afraid that maybe he was robbed, even though he left his billfold and Social Security card upstairs. He was wearing a very expensive genuine topaz ring, and he had an expensive watch.”
Saturday, February 25, passed with no contact from Damon. Understandably concerned, his mother, Patricia Wells, called Steve Wood. He told her he and Damon had stopped by a party at a house on Pacific Avenue, and that he got into a fight with a fellow named Andrew Webb. Damon wasn’t involved in the altercation, and when Wood decided to make a hasty exit, Damon stayed behind. He assured Mrs. Wells that Damon was fine when he last saw him, and perhaps her son had had too many beers and was sleeping it off somewhere.
As the day wore on, nerves wore thin, and Damon’s extended family experienced increasing anxiety. Excuses, rationalizations, and hopeful optimism gradually gave way to desperation. On Monday, February 27, his mother filed an official Missing Persons report with Officer Meeks of the Tacoma Police Department.
“Damon Wells has shown absolutely no history of unexplained absences, according to his mother,” noted Meeks. “He was last seen wearing a blue nylon jacket, blue jeans, and white Nike shoes. He has a ‘T’ tattoo on his left forearm, ‘DW’ tattooed on right upper arm, and a six-inch abdominal scar. Patricia Wells said that her son has no history of drugs or alcohol abuse, and was not currently seeing a female.”
Informed of the beer bust attended Friday night by Damon Wells, Meeks drove to the house on Pacific Avenue. He intended to question the residents, but no one was home. Two days later, Detective Price was assigned to the case.
“On March second, I contacted Steve Wood at his father’s barbershop,” reported Price. “He said that they had been at the party for a short time when a guy named Andrew Webb arrived. Shortly after, Webb and Wood got into a fight. They were told to move it outside, at which time Wood ran. He said that the last time he saw Damon, he was in the house.”
Wood also told Price that Damon didn’t know the other guests at the party, that they originally went to the party to see someone named Mark, and that both Wood and Wells drank some beer. Wood drank ten to fifteen beers; Damon consumed six. “He had a good buzz on,” remarked Wood.
“According to the report,” recounted Yerbury, “Detective Price returned to the house on Pacific Avenue and spoke to residents Christopher and Paul St. Pierre. The brothers confirmed Wood’s account. Chris St. Pierre said he didn’t know Damon Wells, and wasn’t paying attention to who was at the party. His older brother, Paul, said the same thing.”
Looking for any possible clue, police searched Damon’s room at Robertson’s home on March 22, 1984. Per Detective Price’s report, all they found were his wallet, one unidentified phone number, and his clothing. He also continued his investigation by calling the mystery phone number. Judy Kraft of Sumner, Washington, answered the call. She told Price that her husband, Jerry, knew Damon, but neither she nor her spouse had heard from him recently.
Detective Price kept working the case, and all trails brought him back to the house on Pacific Avenue, the venue for the Friday night fight of Steve Wood and Andrew Webb. On May 7, Price located Webb in an apartment on South M Street.
Separated from his wife and child, Andrew Webb said that when he arrived at the party, Steve Wood and Damon Wells were already there. He admitted having words with Steve Wood, and that their verbal exchange escalated into a fistfight.
“Webb said that after the fight he cleaned up in the bathroom and left,” said Price. “He didn’t know what happened to the victim, and he has no additional information.” The original investigation into Wells’s disappearance was unable to establish Damon Wells at any location other than the Pacific Avenue party.
“The circumstances surrounding the anonymous phone call were very unusual,” Yerbury later commented. “We don’t often receive detailed descriptions of alleged homicides. We took it very seriously.”
Based on the call to Crime Stoppers, and Yerbury’s prior knowledge of Paul St. Pierre’s potential for violence, the detectives decided to conduct interviews with the two men mentioned by the anonymous caller—Mark Perez and Donald Marshall. “We wanted to establish if the information received from the woman who called Crime Stoppers was correct,” explained Yerbury. “If we were to request a search warrant for the house on Pacific Avenue, we would need more justification than a phone call. We would need some corroborating indications of reliability.”
Mark Perez, twenty-two, was contacted on June 14, 1984, and readily agreed to the interview. “I moved into [address] in September of 1983 with Don Marshall, my brother Steve Perez, and Chris St. Pierre,” he explained. “We were all doing OK in the house, and my brother had a girlfriend there for a short time. They moved out, and we had Chris’s brother Paul move in. Sometime after Paul moved in, there was an incident at the IGA grocery store where Paul shot someone at the store in self-defense. After that, Paul was on sort of a ‘power trip’ and none of us could disagree with him in any way, so things got kind of tense around the house.”
Perez told detectives that Steve Wood was a friend of his, that Wood brought Damon Wells to the party, and described the fight between Steve Wood and Andrew Webb. “I told Steve I didn’t know what had started the fight, but that he’d better leave. The last I saw of Damon,” Perez said, “he was standing between the kitchen door and the hallway door. Steve jumped off the porch and ran down the street. Andrew held his nose and went straight into the bathroom. I assumed Paul was also in the bathroom because he came out and asked Don, Chris, and I where Steve’s friend Damon had gone. We looked around outside and came back into the living room, looked in the basement, and didn’t see him anywhere. When I attempted to get into the bathroom to check on the condition of Webb’s nose, I was deni
ed access by Paul St. Pierre.”
“As a final note to that interview,” stated Yerbury, “Perez indicated that the subjects were in the bathroom approximately a half hour, and then they left stating that they were taking Webb to the hospital for examination of his injuries.”
“They returned about forty-five minutes later,” stated Perez, “and Andrew had a creamy stuff that he was putting on his nose—it had no bandages. I was drinking beer and watching TV in the living room when they returned, and I got up to use the bathroom. Paul and Don Marshall were in there wiping down some blood. The blood was on the sink, above the toilet, and below the windowsill.”
After Perez finished his statement, Yerbury attempted to contact Donald Marshall. “I left word with his employer that we wished to speak with him. Then, at about one that afternoon, we got word that Marshall wished to speak with us. We met him at Friday’s Unfinished Furniture, where he worked as a salesman.”
“When I first lived at [house number] Pacific Avenue, I lived with Steve Perez and his girlfriend, Vicky, Mark Perez, and Chris St. Pierre. I moved in with them and it was nice living with them. Everything was normal,” said Marshall, “just like regular roommates. Then, after about two months, Chris’s brother Paul moved in. Then, after that, Andrew Webb moved in about two weeks later. Then things started to change. Everyone seemed more aggressive, a lot more drinking, and things were more rowdy.”
Once again, the shoot-out with Kevin Robinson at the IGA store was perceived as a significant turning point. “Paul seemed to change. He seemed like he was more of a macho man, and he talked a lot about killing. Basically, everyone was afraid of him in our household, with the exception of his brother Chris.”