Dorothy Jane Scott was a 32-year-old single mother. She lived in Stanton, California with her 4-year-old son, Shawn. Dorothy worked as a secretary while her parents watched her son.
She lived a normal life, working during the day and spending the evenings with her son cooking dinner and watching cartoons. Everything was fine – until the calls started.
Dorothy started to receive calls from a man she did not know. The calls were extremely threatening, and they lasted for several months. On one of the calls, the unknown man said, “When I get you alone, I will cut you up into bits so no one will ever find you.”
On perhaps the most terrifying call, the man told Dorothy to look outside because he had left her a gift. When she did, she saw a dead rose on the windshield of her car.
Many of the calls were to inform Dorothy that the man knew exactly where she was and what she was wearing.
These calls left Dorothy horrified and she feared for her life. She even started taking self-defense classes, preparing for the worst.
Then, on May 28, 1980, Dorothy was in a work meeting when she noticed her coworker, Conrad Bostron, looked physically sick and had a swollen red mark on his arm. He needed medical attention, so Dorothy and another coworker, Pam Head, took Conrad to the emergency room.
Doctors determined the red mark was just a spider bite, and Conrad would be fine. Dorothy and Pam stayed in the waiting room while Conrad was treated.
Once Conrad was released, Dorothy went to grab her car from the parking lot and pick up Conrad and Pam at the door. A few minutes went by, and Dorothy still hadn’t pulled up. Conrad and Pam went outside to look for Dorothy, and they saw her white 1973 Toyota station wagon speeding toward them with the headlights on full beam. With such bright lights staring them in the face, Conrad and Pam could not see who was behind the wheel.
The car sped right past them and took a sharp turn out of the parking lot. Assuming something had suddenly come up with Dorothy’s son, Conrad and Pam did not think much of her car speeding away. However, after a few hours of not hearing from Dorothy, they started to worry.
Conrad and Pam called Dorothy’s parents, who said she still had not come to pick up her son from their house. Her parents eventually called the police and reported Dorothy missing.
The next morning, Dorothy’s car was discovered in flames in an alley in Santa Ana, California.
With still no sign of Dorothy, a week later her mother received a call from an unknown man.
“Are you related to Dorothy Scott?” the caller asked. “Yes,” Dorothy’s mother said. “I’ve got her,” the caller said before quickly hanging up.
For the next four years, this same man continued to call Dorothy’s mom every Wednesday. Police instructed Dorothy’s parents to keep the details surrounding the case quiet, as they did not want someone they brought in to know all the details from reading them in the paper. This would make it easy to determine whether or not a suspect was the abductor.
However, with no leads, Dorothy’s father was tired of keeping quiet. He contacted the Register newspaper. They then ran a story about Dorothy’s disappearance. That same day, the managing editor, Pat Riley, received a phone call.
The caller said, “I killed her. I killed Dorothy Scott. She was my love. I caught her cheating with another man. She denied having someone else. I killed her.”
Riley claimed the caller knew details about the case that were not published in the paper, such as what she was wearing that night and the reason she was at the hospital.
The father of Dorothy’s son was questioned, but he had a solid alibi. He was in Missouri at the time, so he was immediately ruled out as a suspect. Dorothy’s coworkers were also questioned, but police never considered them suspects.
Police tried to trace the numerous calls Dorothy’s mother received, but the caller never stayed on the line long enough for them to be traced.
Then, on August 6, 1984, a construction worker discovered human remains buried on Santa Ana Canyon Road. He also found a turquoise ring and a watch. The bones were identified as Dorothy’s, but an autopsy could not determine her cause of death.
After the discovery of Dorothy’s remains made the news, her parents received one last phone call: perhaps the most chilling of all.
“Is Dorothy home?” the man asked.
To this day, Dorothy’s killer has not been caught. However, her close friends, and now grown son, believe the killer is a man named Michael Butler.
Dorothy’s friends in Missouri were aware of Butler, a very unstable individual who lived in Missouri. He was allegedly involved in a lot of cult activity. Friends say he was obsessed with Dorothy, and his sister worked with Dorothy. This would explain how he knew her schedule so well.
Police were apparently aware of Butler, but have never had enough evidence to consider him a suspect or person of interest.