Fifteen years ago, three young women in the Oklahoma City area died violent deaths within in a single month that spanned early October and early November. First, on October 13th, the partially dismembered body of 19-year-old Carina Saunders was found in an empty lot behind a suburban Bethany, OK grocery store. Second, on October 28th, Kelsey Bransby, also 19 was found shot in her southwest OKC apartment. Then finally, on November 9th, 17-year-old, Alina Fitzpatrick's nude body was discovered in far eastern Oklahoma City. At the time, while trying to be grimly witty, I dubbed it, "The Autumn of the Lost Girls. "
The death of Ms. Saunders garnered the most press for a couple of reasons. It was the most spectacularly gruesome of the three. Indeed, nothing gets the public engaged like decapitation, missing hands and feet, and a back story which includes an attractive young woman sinking into the dark world of drugs, possible sex trafficking, and savage street gang violence. Not to mention that the Bethany Police Department, who took the lead in the case had decided to conduct their investigation on the front page of the daily newspaper and on the six o'clock news of every television outlet in town.
The names of witnesses and potential witnesses became public knowledge almost as fast as the Bethany cops talked to them. Rumors and clues grew into lurid urban myth, and the names of suspects came and went. By the time the OSBI--itself not exactly the FBI of Inspector Erskine--was handed the investigation, witnesses were recanting and suspects were being released due to a shocking lack of real evidence. It didn't take long for all of them to head for parts unknown. To this day there is a $50,000 reward for information leading to the unknown killer, or killers of Carina Saunders.
Kelsey Bransby's death resulted from a druggy get together with her friends, Danielle Cooley and Cole Hopper. While stoned, Hopper was fooling around with a handgun when he, accidently shot Ms. Bransby in the face. Instead of sticking around to help, both Hopper and Cooley fled the apartment, leaving their, "friend," to bleed out. In 2024, Cooley, who had previously been listed at the Taft, OK women's facility, was doing time at a DOC locale Oklahoma City. She had been popped once again, this time down in McClain County, and her release date is unknown.
Hopper has been in and out ever since the shooting. In 2024 he stole an RV from a lot in OKC where he had once worked, then led police on a 10-mile chase through Oklahoma City before running the RV off into a drainage ditch. His most recent arrest earned him the dubious title of Career Felon. The media's list of his crimes began with manslaughter. Kelsey Bransby's name wasn't mentioned.
Alina Fitzpatrick disappeared on November 4h. Her parents immediately reported her missing. (Unlike Saunders' family, who didn't say anything for close to two weeks after she went into the wind.) Her nude body was found on November 9th in a lot by a woman and her adult son who were there taking a look at some land the mother owned. Her body had fresh scrapes and bruises, but, as the OKC police later said, none of them were serious enough to cause her death. There was also what has been described as the remains of a gag stuffed in her mouth. In addition, the state medical examiner discovered an amount of meth in her body that might or might not have proven fatal for a woman her size and age. Her cause of death is officially listed as, "undetermined." The OKC police do not classify it as a homicide, but rather as suspicious.
One source close to the investigation said the police consider Alina Fitzpatrick's death an overdose and have, "little confidence," it will ever be solved. A few years ago, an anonymous comment in this blog claimed the cops knew who killed Alina Fitzpatrick and that person was in jail on other charges. The comment remains unsubstantiated.
If they had lived Carina Saunders and Kelsy Bransby would both be 34 years old. Although given her lifestyle the odds of Saunders making it out of her 20s seem remote. (Her family claims she had dreams of becoming an opera singer. Friends said she had bragged about becoming a porn star.) Of the three, Alina Fitzpatrick seemed the most likely to have survived into her 30s and become successful one way or the other. Although, in truth, even she had apparently started teasing fate. (The night she vanished, she was dropped off by friends at an unnamed apartment complex halfway across town from her home. Her phone was turned off a short time later. She had also been complaining of recently receiving disturbing calls from a mysterious man and talked about changing her number.) This year she would have been 32.
I have been asked why I keep revisiting that terrible autumn. I have no clear answer for it. Perhaps it's because all this occurred right as I started this blog and I was as transfixed as everyone else by the series of ghastly murders--for a few weeks there was talk this burg had a genuine serial killer on its hands. Carina Saunders and Kelsey Brandsby were in in the same high school together, although there was no evidence they ever hung out, or even knew each other. The police were quick to snuff out the theory and Cole Hopper and Danielle Cooley proved them right to do so.
Maybe I knew that everyone, except families and friends, would soon forget about all about the three victims and the cruel circumstances of their deaths. Americans, after all, like our horror real, but over with quickly. We can probably thank 24-hour news cycles for aiding and abetting our utter lack of an attention span, but it goes beyond that. Most of the time we just get bored of the same crime and names and want to move on to new outrages. Maybe I'm just one of those fading romantics who think, Hey, we need to remember the deaths of these women because we need to remember they existed. No matter how flawed, they were here. They were part of us.
Or as, John Donne put it so eloquently, although decidedly un-PC, a long time ago:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved with mankind,
And therefore never send to know for who the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
10-23-26