UPDATE: Dorothy Jane Scott

Part One

I've recently been in contact with Shawn Scott, Dorothy's son. He added some interesting things to my investigation of his mother's cold case. First off I was able to obtain a few pictures of Dorothy that he sent me. I wanted to see more than just the grainy newspaper pic we all have seen a thousand times. 

Also, Swinger's Psych Shop was a store that was previously owned by Dorothy's Father Jacob Scott. John Kycola purchased that store having already owned Custom John's Shop in Anaheim.

 Apparently there was a suspect that Shawn became aware of through several of Dorothy's friends who lived in Missouri. The suspects name was MIKE BUTLER. Apparently, Butler was an unstable individual who lived in the Santiago Mountains and was involved in cult activity. Which makes me think the dead dog that was discovered with her remains makes all the more sense now. Apparently he was obsessed with Dorothy. (Sound like our caller anyone?) His sister worked with Dorothy at Swinger's Psych Shop. (Funny, It makes total sense now as to how the stalker would know Dorothy's schedule so well.) Butler's sister has done pretty well for herself. She is somewhat of a local celebrity. She is a singer who still does concerts. I am NOT going to release her name at this time. Those who do research will figure it out. Shawn has tried on numerous occasions to speak with her and she avoids it from what I understand. Apparently LE was aware of Butler at the time. But never had enough evidence to consider him a suspect or person of interest. An interesting aspect of this is that when I was giving Shawn the breakdown of what I knew about his mother's case he was never told the names of Pam Head and Conrad Bostron. He knew of the story. But the names as far as he knows were never mentioned to him. I still stand by my suspicions regarding Head and Bostron's story. Something doesn't make sense. The part about them knowing Dorothy's parents phone number makes more sense now. Apparently after Dorothy's Father sold Swinger's to John Kocyla. John would still use Jacob as sort of a handy man to fix things around the shop. And his number was something well known to the employees of Swinger's. I do not remember reading that Jacob Scott owned Swinger's anywhere on the various online sites and newspaper articles I read about this case. But that part makes sense now. Another thing is that the employees of Swinger's were all like family to the Scotts. And Jacob Scott never suspected anyone at Swinger's to be involved. I tend to disagree here. The time frame in which it took Bostron and Head to call anyone regarding Dorothy "leaving" still does not make sense to me. Shawn and I also discussed his mother and if he remembers a lot about her. Unfortunately he does not. He was only 4. But from what he understands she was very loving and caring. He told me she made her own clothes out of old curtains to make sure she could buy him what he needed. And that after she was murdered. Dorothy's circle of friends offered to adopt Shawn. But his Grandfather Jacob Scott wouldn't have it. Apparently Jacob Scott had a major positive impact on Shawn. Apparently Jacob Scott passed away on Dorothy's Birthday in 1994. I suspect it was grief. 

UPDATE 5-5-18

I'm went ahead and added some info to this original update. I've sat on this for a good amount of time. I am gonna go ahead and say that im not sure how good a suspect Butler is regarding Dorothy's murder. But I was able to find some info on him. (I was emailed some of the info by a reader of this blog.) As you can see. He has passed away. 

Michael James Butler

1946–2014

BIRTH 06 MAR 1946 • Pawtucket, Rhode Island, USA

DEATH 28 JUNE 2014 • Olga, San Juan County, Washington, USA

Mike Butler: In Memoriam

Posted on August 17, 2014

— submitted from the family via Tom Tillman —

Have you ever noticed a person who seems interested in you, not for a particular reason or because they want something from you, but genuinely interested in you and who you are.

They want to help you simply because to them, it seems the right thing to do.  Perhaps they might to talk to you about a problem you might be struggling with, and guide you towards some possible options or resolutions. Or, maybe they might seem to sense you are just a little lonely, and might want to talk to another person who will listen and be sincerely concerned with what you have to say.

He might show up at your doorstep, wanting to fix your toilet leak, or that annoying noise your “whatchamacallit” is making,  often without even charging you anything for his  time or the supplies.

If you met Mike Butler, you undoubtedly recognize he was just that sort of person.

A bear of a man, Mike did not look the type you necessarily wanted as a neighbor – or even as a  friend. With a full “scraggly” beard and a seemingly endless number of hats that he and his friends could laugh about and even wear, Mike cut a path that others just felt inclined to follow, because they sensed his good, old fashioned desire to be wherever you might need him. He readily shared his zeal for his beliefs. He was a deeply religious man. Many islanders’ lives were touched by Mike.

Mike was born to loving parents; his mother, a New Zealand war bride, his father a dedicated career Army Captain. He was an Army brat as the young family followed the assigned Army posts.

When his father retired, the family settled in southern California.  Mike was well accustomed to being an athlete as well. Voted MVP for Cross Country Track, he graduated from Fullerton Union High School in the early 1960s, and went on to attend California State University, Fullerton, majoring in English.

He was drafted into the United States Army at the age of 20, finished Basic Training and Advanced Individual Training in Infantry,  and then something  very unusual happened: Mike’s attitude and attention to detail was noted and he was trained and served as a Drill Instructor for new recruits. After serving briefly in that capacity he was assigned overseas to Hohenfels, Germany in 1967 and became a News Writer/Reporter and was often published in Stars and Stripes News. He served as the Base Commanders Public Information and Media Officer and photographer as well.

When Mike’s time in the Army was complete, his civilian life was quite different from the military life he had been used to. He became a Music Roadie for several rock bands, including the Beach Boys and Birtha, an all girl rock band his sister was a member of. Soon he was settled in Orange County, California and was employed as a Machine Shop Maintenance employee, and later as an Electrician at Biola College.

He found his way to Orcas Island and felt he had found his lifetime home. He was the “Go-To” guy for home and business repair, a multi talented handyman, locksmith and Property Manager. He was the “go to guy” for Cherie Lindholm Real Estate for over two decades. He assisted as a Volunteer Medic for the community. He was also a talented recycled-artist, and his legacy can be seen today in the many unique signs on Orcas Island. On June 28, 2014, Mike succumbed to health issues that were terminal.

He is survived by five siblings: brother Chris Butler of Orcas Island, sisters Rosemary Butler of Sherman Oaks, Elizabeth Petersen of Whittier, Virginia Butler of Lake Forest and Barbara and Jim Bratton of Hesperia, California. He is interred at Olga Doe Bay Cemetery in Olga, Washington on Orcas Island.

But what Mike Butler was most known for was his ability to be a visionary, confidante, trusted neighbor and loyal friend. He will be deeply missed by many.

Orcas Icon Mike Butler Passes

Posted on June 29, 2014

— from Doug Marshall —

Mike Butler was buried this morning (Sunday, June 29, 2014), at Olga Cemetery.

Mike had been dealing with pancreatic cancer for some time.  At the point he needed more intensive care, he was welcomed into the home of his longtime friends Tonya and Blake Baida, who provided loving care and support.

Mike passed away early Saturday morning, and at his request he was quickly given a “green burial” with the help of many, many Orcas Island friends.  A simple but beautiful casket was built by Tom Meadows, using materials donated by Island Hardware. Others hand-dug his grave and selected personal items to be buried with him.

About 70 people were able to attend his funeral, in spite of the short notice.  In accordance with his strong Christian faith, the Lord’s Prayer was read in the King James version, honoring one of the many stickers on his iconic blue pickup:  “If it ain’t King James, it ain’t Bible!”

Mike was 68, and a U. S. Army veteran. He was employed for years by Cherie L. Lindholm Real Estate. He is survived by five siblings.

A “Celebration of Life” ceremony will be announced.

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