A True Story from my perspective as a volunteer- Part 3
During the summer of 2012. A young girl named Linnea Lomax from my hometown in El Dorado County went missing. Linnea was last seen on June 26, 2012 around twelve thirty in the afternoon when she walked out of a doctor’s appointment. Days turn into weeks and weeks turned into months.
Hairball Private Investigator
The Lomax family fired the sleaze ball private investigator. But not before he could start rumors about the Lomax Family. Using a cold case double homicide involving a young couple that worked for the Lomax family at Rock-n-Water. The rumors launched an irreversible chain of events. And he didn’t stop with the Lomax’s immediate family either the rumors included Craig Lomax’ brother as well.
Rock-n-Water Double Homicide
2004- August 14th. Lindsay Cutshall and Jason Allen a young couple were on a weekend getaway after working the summer at the Lomax’s Christian summer-camp- Rock-n-Water.
While on their trip receipts show the couple had visited Pier 39 in San Francisco, CA. Later witnesses reported seeing the car they were driving a red Ford Tempo in Guerneville, CA, Sebastopol, CA and Forestville, CA. The young couple attempted to get a room at The River’s End Inn, in Jenner, CA, but was unable to rent a room.
The young couple instead went to Fish Heads Beach, a rural beach down the street from the motel. Lindsay Cutshall and Jason Allen were sleeping in sleeping bags when an unknown perpetrator shot each of them in the head with a 45 caliber long rifle.
When they didn’t return to Rock-n-Water after their pre-wedding road trip, someone in the Rock-n-Water office called Lindsay Cutshall’s mother. The office employee asked if she knew where they were. The mother responded, saying “They are with you”. Which leads to a missing person’s report.
On August 18, 2004, a Sheriff’s helicopter, responding to a rescue call on the cliffs above Fish Head’s Beach, discovered the couple’s remains.
Retrospect
In Part 2, I had mentioned how Craig Lomax was an asshole, well his brother was even worse. In retrospect, I had a poor choice of words. I can’t say if I was their shoes, I would come across any different and can’t blame them in the least. They had a daughter and niece missing. They were being taken advantage of by the sleaze bag private investigator and emotions were tense to say the least.
The Rumor
Prior to the PI getting canned he and the brother had a heated verbal confrontation about preying on his brother in a time of need. After that, the rumors were straight out of a Hollywood movie. The dirt bag private investigator somehow found out about the cold case homicide involving the Rock-n-Water camp counselors, Lindsay Cutshall and Jason Allen.
He had said Rock-n-Water was some kind of cult, that the young couple knew something terrible that was going on and was fleeing, when the brother caught up to them on the beach in Jenner and shot both of them in the head. He broadened the rumors to include Linnea’s disappearance, saying she must have found out about the double homicide and they killed her too.
The rumors were noise but also damaging in the sense some people believed them and didn’t want to be part of the search team any longer. And the rumors ran far and wide. On local forums in Sacramento, people have discussed how the thought Rock-n-Water was a cult, that Craig Lomax was responsible for Linnea’s disappearance and that Mrs. Lomax was involved as well. Clearly, they were not part of the search teams; they had never stepped foot into the search headquarters; they had never seen the anguish in Linnea’s mother’s eyes. I can tell you, I have and I will never forget it.
Double Homicide Solved
The unfounded rumors were proved just that, “rumors”. Many years later, the actual killer (Shaun Michael Gallon) was arrested for the murder of his brother. Gallon had been a suspect in the double homicide, but lacked sufficient incriminating evidence. During the interview of his brother’s murder, Gallon confessed to the double homicide of Lindsay Cutshall and Jason Allen.
He also explained that he was to blame for his father’s suicide. While in jail on an unrelated weapons charge, in phone call with his father (David Gallon) he asked his father to dispose of his weapons.
From The Press Democrat: [David Gallon killed himself in 2013. Sometime before he shot himself, he confronted his son with a flier seeking information about the murder weapon used to kill Cutshall and Allen, according to the report.
Gallon claimed he didn’t confess to his father, and would later tell detectives he believed his father’s suspicion he was involved in the Jenner beach murders “was a factor” in the suicide, “like the straw on the camel’s back.”
“I’m sure it didn’t help. It might have been directly why he did it,” Gallon said.]
Shaun Michael Gallon was sentenced to three consecutive life sentences, without the possibility of parole, in the murders of Lindsay Cutshall and Jason Allen. It doesn’t bring their daughter and son back, but I hope the families of Lindsay and Jason have found peace.
KlaasKids Foundation
KlaasKids Foundation’s appearance provided a welcome change. An organization that knew what they were doing. The creep PI caught wind of it and arranged an interview with a local reporter to undermine the KlaasKids Foundation. Fortunately, his attempts landed on deaf ears.
Chasing Leads
Before the sleaze bag fall out– One of the nights searching and chasing leads took me from the east bay area to Sacramento homeless camps. A female called the tip line and said she thinks a girl who has been working the street with her is Linnea. The caller ID was a 510 area code. The call center manager, for lack of a better word, handed the information over to the sleaze bag PI. Who then asked if I would run it down. I agreed, but not until he confirmed the location of the phone by pinging it. He said he would and went off to do so, or so I thought.
When he returned, he gave me an address located in east bay area. The address the PI provided was located in a trailer park. The trailer park, though aged, boasted clean older single-wides. I knocked on the door not knowing what to expect. Would it be a flop house for working girls, or would I be face to face with Linnea Lomax?
It proved to be neither. The lady answered the door was a middle-aged white female. After explaining who I was and what brought me to her doorstep, she agreed to let me into look around for Linnea. Later, I found out the Dooche bag PI didn’t ping the phone, he just did reverse-search on the phone number.
The Camp
Once I returned to Sacramento, I reported to the call center “Manager” my findings, or rather lack of findings. I was frustrated with the waste of time. I decided to go back to known homeless camps to follow up on some earlier sightings. Using the word “camps” in reality is far from the truth. In reality, the proper term should be “dumping ground”.
I felt fortunate I had worn heavy duty footwear for the circumstances. The homeless camp was a hazmat disaster, with some of the camp abandoned all but the trash strewn about. Cat holes were partially covered by dirt and trash. The stench of human feces was gagging. The one or two people remaining in the camp didn’t have any information about Linnea, or if they did, they were too incoherent to understand. Feeling defeated, I was exhausted and wanted to burn everything I had on and take a long disinfecting shower.
Next up; 73rd Day
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