Holy Heist: When a Self-Proclaimed Messiah Stole a Golden Cadillac

Joseph Jeffers and the Great Cadillac Caper


April 13, 1944 — Joseph Jeffers, the self-proclaimed “Son of God,” made headlines across the nation when the FBI arrested him in Miami for stealing his estranged wife’s golden Cadillac.

In Jeffers’ mind, the marriage was long over. He had “buried his life with Zella” and moved on. Legally, though, the divorce wasn’t finalized, and the court had already awarded Zella the Cadillac. That didn’t stop Jeffers from hatching a plan to take it back.

The “Holy” Heist

When Zella refused to sell the car back, Jeffers recruited four of his most loyal followers for a late-night mission:

Helen Veborg – the woman destined (in Jeffers’ mind) to bear his promised seed

Leota Mulkins – his secretary

Clinton Hummel – business manager of the Kingdom Temple

Sam King – role unclear, perhaps a bodyguard or chaperone


Together, they drove to Los Angeles, only to discover Zella had already changed the locks. Not to be deterred, the group shoved the car into the street, hooked it to their own vehicle, and hauled it away like sanctified thieves on a mission from heaven. From California to Florida, they dragged the Cadillac across state lines, breaking more than a few “man-made” laws along the way.

Once back at the temple, Jeffers had a locksmith change the keys and even adopted a fake name to avoid attention. Yet later, he’d claim he wasn’t hiding anything. (So why the disguise and full beard, Joe?)

The FBI Closes In

The Cadillac wasn’t Jeffers’ only crime. John and Theresa Waldner, a couple in California, accused him of swindling them out of $3,800 — money meant for the church but instead used to fund his car theft adventure. Followers in L.A. were shocked, having believed their “Messiah” was away writing a new Bible under divine inspiration. Turns out, the only thing he was writing was his rap sheet.

Headlines and Hysteria

The Boston Advertiser – June 3, 1945


Jeffers paid a $1,000 bond and continued holding “services” in Miami while awaiting trial. On October 21, 1944, a federal grand jury indicted him for transporting a stolen vehicle across state lines. Ever arrogant, Jeffers demanded an immediate trial, claiming witnesses were en route to vouch for his “good character.” The court, however, had its own timetable.

When proceedings began in January 1945, Jeffers served as his own attorney. He prayed, sang hymns, and shouted before the jury, more like a circus ringmaster than a legal defender. At one point, newspapers reported he claimed Yahweh so overcame him that two young women had to hold him down while he wrote. (Strange—Paul never mentioned needing blonde assistants while penning the New Testament.)

Judgment Day

On January 29, 1945, the jury found Jeffers and his crew guilty. Hummel was convicted of conspiracy, while Sam King slipped free due to lack of evidence. A few days later, Jeffers was sentenced to four years in federal prison and fined $1,000.

Though reports vary, it seems he served about 15 to 17 months at McNeil Island Federal Penitentiary before being released.

Conclusion

What began as a twisted love triangle ended in a bizarre cult-driven crime spree. Jeffers’ Cadillac caper wasn’t just about a car — it was a window into the delusions, schemes, and manipulations of a man who thought he was above the law.


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Madman or Messiah? An Investigation into the Crimes & Charisma of Cult Leader Joseph D. Jeffers

From extreme fundamentalist ideologies to the paranormal and the occult, Joseph Jeffers’ message integrated with the times and incited a religious fervor amongst his followers. In the 1930s, he was causing war in Arkansas and inciting violence that would lead to the death of one man and the attempted murder of a local preacher. In the 1940s, he was making headlines in L.A. for his lewd house parties. In the ’50s, his third wife would be brutally murdered. Her homicide would go unsolved. In the ’60s, he would make headlines in Arizona when he gambled off all of the church funds at the race track. In the ’70s, he would prophesy great and mighty things to do with UFOs and the Bermuda triangle. By 1978, he would be building a pyramid to withstand the apocalypse in Missouri. And by 1988, he would die of old age. No one ever stopped this man from stealing millions of dollars, coercing innocent young women, or hiring a hitman to kill his wife. Read this book to find out more about the crimes, the chaos, and the injustice in the life of Dr. Joseph D. Jeffers.

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Devil in the Ozarks: The Shocking Crimes, Cover-Up & Escape of Ex-Cop Grant Hardin


November 9th 1997: 

Amy Harrison was a teacher in Rogers, Arkansas. She went into her classroom on an early Sunday morning to prepare for the workweek. Unfortunately, an attacker was hiding nearby. She worked in her room for a while, but when she went to the bathroom down the hall she met a man with a gun. He brutally assaulted her before running off. She did the best she could to give a good description to the police, and she even preserved DNA evidence that would eventually solve the case. Unfortunately, the name of her attacker would not be known for 20 years.

February 23rd 2017:

Seventeen miles away, in Gateway, Arkansas, Amy’s answers would be found in the most brutal way. James Appleton was sitting in his truck on the side of the road trying to finish a phone call before he had a dead zone in the highway. Unfortunately behind him was a man with a vendetta. The killer simply drove by and shot Appleton in the face with a shotgun. Then he went on as if nothing happened.

Little did anyone know that the man who committed both of these crimes was a recently fired police chief named Grant Hardin.  How could this brutal psychopath rape a police officer’s wife, and then spend 20 years trying to help them solve the case? This question and many more filled the minds of the community.

Hardin eventually pleaded guilty and received 80 years in prison, but for some dumb reason they sent him to a medium security jail in Calico Rock. Arkansas. It only held him for 8 years and on May 25th 2025, he escaped prison. Two years earlier they had made a documentary about him and called him the “Devil of the Ozarks.” Now, he was free once again.

A 12-day manhunt ensued and Harden was finally captured less than 2 miles from the prison. How could he get away with so much?

His job history was disturbing, but in the state that he operated in they do not allow officers’ job history to be public information. They literally hide the scandals. He had been bounced between five different districts, and if he hadn’t killed a man, his record would still be unknown today. Somebody needs to change these laws to allow police job history to be public information. It’s the only way we’re going to be able to keep them accountable. It’s not fair to the citizens, and it’s not fair to those police officers who put their lives on the line every day trying to help make their community a safe place. It’s time for us to demand that this practice be changed all across the U.S., and not just in Missouri and Arkansas. 


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Madhouse Madison County

Chaos rules in a small Southeastern Missouri County. Madison County spans 500 square miles and has a population of approximately 13,000 people. The county seat is Fredericktown with a population of approximately 4,000 people. This rural county should be a safe place in beautiful Americana, but it hides a dark secret. Fredericktown is one of the most dangerous places to live in America. Check out this quote from neighborhoodscout.com. 

“With a crime rate of 31 per one thousand residents, Fredericktown has one of the highest crime rates in America compared to all communities of all sizes – from the smallest towns to the very largest cities. One’s chance of becoming a victim of either violent or property crime here is one in 32.” 

I started researching one case sent to me by a desperate grandmother. That case led me to fifteen more. Then I realized this county has had murder, corruption, and chaos since before the Wild West days. This book will start with a lynching by a Fredericktown mob in 1844. Hold onto your seats when you read this one. You’re in for a wild, chaotic ride through rural Missouri. 


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He Walked In, Shot, and Vanished | The I-70 Serial Killer Cold Case

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Is there such a thing as the perfect crime? The Golden State Killer got away with murder but was still caught 44 years later. But what happens when there isn’t any DNA to link the killer to the icy cold case?


This is what happened in the 33-year-old cold case of the I-70 serial killer. Many people confuse this case with the I-70 Strangler, but that guy was caught. His name was Herb Baumeister, and he targeted gay men.

 This case is strange in the fact that the killer walked into a store, shot his weapon, and walked right back out, leaving behind shell casings and the body of a petite brunette. That’s all. There weren’t any sexual assaults to leave DNA. He didn’t torture his victims. He simply wanted to kill.


April 8, 1992:


A 26-yr-old brunette woman opened the Payless Shoe Source shoe store in Indianapolis, Indiana. Her name was Robin Fuldauer. Register receipts show that sometime between 1:30 pm and 2 pm, a man walked into the store and shot Robin in the back of the head with a .22. A customer walks in around 2 pm and finds the place empty and calls the police. She hadn’t noticed Robin’s body face down in the back room. Strangely only a few dollars was stolen from the cash register. Police wonder if this was a botched robbery attempt. That theory would be dropped quickly when the Phantom Assassin found his next target.

April 11, 1992:

 Three days later & 700 miles east along I-70, the killer strikes again. This time there were two victims. Both women are petite with shoulder-length brown hair. They were busy closing the bridal shop and were waiting for a late customer to arrive.


Pat Majors and Patricia Smith had already shut off the lights and locked the door when a man knocked on the front glass. Patricia Smith unlocked the door with the customer’s order in hand. He had already paid, so she expected to hand it out the door. Instead, she was pushed inside and ordered to the back by the Phantom Assassin. The two women were quickly shot in the head, but before the killer could leave the customer showed up


The gunman tried to force the man into the back room, but instead, the witness entered a dialog with the killer. Somehow he was able to persuade the killer to let him go. The witness fled the scene and called the police. They arrived on site, not knowing what to expect. The two women were quickly found in the back room. One was declared dead at the scene, and the other died later in the hospital. The only clues left behind were the shell casings and the witness description. Surely that would be enough to catch the guy. Right? Wrong.

April 27, 1992:

 Sixteen days later, in Terre Haute, Indiana, the killer strikes yet another petite brunette working alone in Sylvia’s Ceramics. This time the killer gets sloppy. His victim was actually a man named Michael McCowan. The store was named after his mother, Sylvia. He wore his brown hair in a long ponytail and wore earrings. Perhaps the deranged psychopath thought Michael was a female in his haste to appease his inner demons. Who knows? Whatever the case, it was clear that a petite brunette wasn’t safe working alone in a storefront building along I-70.

May 3, 1992:

 One week later, the killer would find his next target. This time it was Nancy Kitzmiller. She was working in a western wear store in St. Charles, Missouri.

May 7, 1992:

 Four days later, the killer shoots Sarah Blessing in Raytown, Missouri. This time there were two witnesses. The suspect walked down the sidewalk looking in the windows and caught the gaze of a young man in an electronics store. The witness noticed the man was wearing a large, heavy coat and thought it was odd in the warm weather. A few moments later, the witness heard a loud pop next door. When he peered out the door, he saw the stranger calmly walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. The man ran next door to find Sarah had been shot. She died on the scene.

 A grocery store employee was out gathering shopping carts from the parking lot and noticed the suspect climbing the slight embankment towards I-70. Both witnesses gave the same descriptions that the police had heard before. He was a white man in his late 20’s – mid 30’s. He was small around 5’9” – 5’10” with sandy blondish hair. Some recall his hair having a dull red tint.

Suddenly the killings seemed to stop leaving the investigators wondering what happened. Maybe the killer had been arrested on an unrelated charge. Police poured over all the surrounding area’s arrest records. One by one, they were all ruled out, and the case was faltering on the brink of becoming a cold case.

September 25, 1993:

 Sixteen months after Sarah Blessing’s murder, a killer surfaces in Texas off I-35. His MO is eerily similar to the I-70 killer, and investigators wonder if they could be the work of one man. Mary Glasscock, another petite brunette, was murdered by a single gunshot to the back of the head with a .22. She had been working alone at the Emporium Antiques store in Fort Worth, Texas.

November 1, 1993:

 Amy Vess was working alone in a dancewear shop when the killer shot her, stole some cash from the register, and left behind a shell casing from a .22.

January 15, 1994:

 Vicki Webb was shot by an unknown killer while she worked alone in a Houston gift shop. A spinal abnormality caused the bullet to ricochet off the vertebrae and lodge in her head. The bullet paralyzed her but didn’t kill her. At that moment, she made a decision that would save her life. She chose to play dead. Webb could hear him rummaging through the cash register, and then he returned to her. He rolled her over and looked at her for a moment. Then he pressed the barrel to her forehead and pulled the trigger. The gun misfired. Almost as an afterthought, he pulled her pants down to her ankles and walked out of the store. Was he not buying her act? Was he planning to assault her sexually and was scared off by something? In later interviews, Webb said she really didn’t think he was aroused by pulling off her pants. It was almost as a last-minute idea. Maybe he was trying to throw off the cops, or maybe his MO was changing. Was he becoming a sexual predator?

 Vicki Webb lived, and after many surgeries and countless hours of physical therapy, she was able to walk again. She lived in fear that he would return to finish the job, and for decades, she kept her face out of the newspapers. It wasn’t until an episode of Dark Minds that she allowed an interview. She claims she wants to see her attacker in court to show him that she won. I hope she gets the chance.

Some investigators have a hard time linking the I-70 slayings and the I-35 killings. Here are the facts as I have uncovered them. I believe they are the same man, but I will let you decide.

Location:

 – All the hits were within easy access to a major interstate highway providing an easy escape

 – All the targets were working alone in a small storefront type store

Victims:

 – All the victims were shot execution-style in the back of the head

 – No torture

 – No sexual assault

 – No major reconnaissance beforehand

Weapon: Here is where some investigators question the connection.

 – The I-70 killer used a different .22 than the I-35 killer used

My explanations:

 During the 16-month hiatus, there was a big media blitz. My theory is that he saw something on the news that scared him. So he changed weapons and location.

Below is a wanted poster to show the killer’s gun. If you have any information on this case, please contact the St. Charles P.D. 1-800-800-3510 or contact your local police department.

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Shattered: Behind Every Story is A Shattered Life

Follow the heart-rending cases Synova first wrote about on her blog in 2018. Filled with missing persons’ cases, unsolved homicides, and even serial killer cases, this book will give you a greater insight into the shattered lives behind every story. Cases Included in this book: Jayme Closs, Haley Owens, Josh Robinson, Timothy Cunningham, Pam Hupp, Arthur Ream, Angela Hammond, The Springfield Three, Jennifer Harris, Danny King, Angie Yarnell, Madelin Edman, Alexis Patterson, Amber Wilde, Sandra Bertolas, Jennifer Casper-Ross, Crystal Soulier, Jody Ricard, Carmen Owens, Brandon Tyree McCullough & The I-70 Serial Killer, and so many more,

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Difficult Conversations Around the Disturbing Case of Christina Whittaker


November 13, 2009: Hannibal, MO

A 21-year-old mother goes out for a night on the town. She hadn’t been out since the baby had been born and was looking for a good time. Christina Whittaker ended up having too much to drink and would be kicked out of more than one bar that evening. Was the alcohol mixing with her bipolar medication and causing problems? We may never know.

Christina was last seen leaving a bar crying, trying to get someone to help her get a ride home.  While the rumor mill fingers a local hood and claims Christina was trafficked to the town of Peoria, Illinois there’s no solid evidence to verify this. While the family clings to hope with all of the unverified sightings, not one shred of evidence has come forward to prove Christina ever left the town of Hannibal that night.

There are two pieces of tangible evidence in this case, however. Her phone and keys were found just down the road from the bar. This is also the site of what looked like a hit and run accident. There were red paint fragments on a car that looked like it had been hit. No one really investigated this, but a local Hood would later confess to a girlfriend that Christina died on the road that night and they threw her in the back of the red pickup truck they were in. Supposedly, Christina had called a local man and asked him to take her home. They flew around the corner and Christina was stumbling in the road and they hit her. 

There is so much quiet corruption and chaos in the small town that no one wants to talk about, but this just lends itself to the rumor mill. So many theories in this case have come up in the last 13 years, but after researching this case there are still only two pieces of evidence. Those two pieces point to a local Hood named Danny Baker. Unfortunately, Baker died on January 4th, 2017. Unless we can find out where they stashed her body that night, the mother will still cling to the hope every time someone sees a young redhead in Peoria Illinois. No one can blame her for this she is a grieving mother. However, sometimes it’s best to let go of the sensationalism and go back to the basics of police work. Like I always said, “When a case becomes too fantastical it’s time to step back and look at the practical.”

Someone needs to investigate this case and find the body of Christina Whittaker. Then maybe the mother can grieve properly. Check out my True Crime Tuesday video below for more information on this case. Also, check out the documentary series titled Relentless. I will put a link below to this documentary created by Christina Fontana. Whatever you do, make sure and share this story. Together we can make a difference.



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