Five mail bomb packages were delivered to five different recipients in the five boroughs who did not know each other. 25 years later, the mystery is even more compelling.
He was toiling away in his yard when Howard Kipps’ eardrums exploded
like a flock of birds unwittingly finding the thrust over a running jet
His adrenaline pumping full-speed, Howard ran into his well-kept
middle-class house in a quiet area of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. What he saw
shocked him to his core.
Local records show the Kipp house how it would’ve looked from 1980–1988.
There on the kitchen floor clutching her chest was his wife, 54-year old
guidance counselor Joan Kipp. Billows of blood poured onto the
linoleum floor usually kept busy by the flurry of her activity as she
cooked for family and friends.
His mind reeling, Howard picked his wife up and rushed her to the living
room couch before calling 9–1–1.
unconsciousness, “…there may be others.”
Joan Kipp had no idea just how many unanswered questions her final
words uttered in the family home would birth, as a faceless psychopath
terrorized the five boroughs of New York City for over a decade and left
Joan Kipp circa 1982.
investigators without a clue almost 40 years after this murderous
odyssey is set in motion that May day.
I. The Kipps: The Investigation Begins.
Joan Kipp died that Friday in May of 1982 on the operating table of a