In October 1972, Thomas Earl Briggs called his wife from a pay phone outside a diner along US89 in rural Utah, told her he loved her, and promised to …

In October 1972, Thomas Earl Briggs was a 31-year-old repair contractor from Price, Utah, who called home every Sunday without fail. He was on the road for a job at a rural school district facility outside Page, Arizona, driving south through the Red Rock country of southern Utah on US89. On the evening of October 11th, he called his wife Beverly from a pay phone three miles south of the town of Kanab, told her the truck was running fine, asked about their eight-year-old son Dennis’s baseball practice, said he would stop for the night and be at the job site by eight the next morning. That was the last time anyone in his family heard his voice.

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When Thomas did not arrive in Page, the facility manager called his office, then his wife. By late afternoon on October 12th, Beverly had contacted the Kane County Sheriff’s Office, Price City Police, and the Utah State Patrol. The next day, a patrol officer located Thomas’s green Ford pickup parked behind the Rimrock Motor Lodge in Kanab, a ten-unit family motel set back from the highway. The doors were unlocked.

The keys were in the ignition. His thermos, work binder, and road atlas were on the bench seat. Thomas was gone. The motel registration book showed no record of him checking in, and the owners, Gerald and Norma Peek, told investigators they had not seen anyone matching his description.

What no one checked that day, and would not check for decades, was the Gideon Bible on the bedside table in room 7, where a guest had paid cash under a name that did not match his driver’s license. Searchers covered the terrain around Kanab for days. Volunteers walked the gulches. A tracking dog alerted twice at the edge of a dry wash but no remains were found.

Thomas Briggs had vanished as completely as if the country had absorbed him. The lead investigator was Deputy Sheriff Elden Cutler of the Kane County Sheriff’s Office, a deliberate man of fifty who had served the county for twenty-three years. He worked the case for eighteen months before it was formally suspended in April 1974. Cutler interviewed everyone at the motel, re-interviewed them, canvassed every business along that stretch of highway, and requested the case be flagged for cross-referencing with the state’s criminal intelligence unit.

Nothing came of it. He had a suspect. Howard Dale Fen was a 38-year-old long-haul trucker from Nevada who ran a regular route through southern Utah on US89. A bartender four miles north of Kanab told Cutler that Fen had been drinking at the diner that night and had gotten into a sharp exchange with another customer, though he could not identify the other man.

Cutler interviewed Fen twice. Fen produced a fuel receipt from a truck stop in Flagstaff, Arizona, timestamped at 11:14 p. m. on October 11th.

The distance from Kanab was tight but not impossible to dispute. Cutler pushed. Fen’s attorney pushed back harder. Without a body, a crime scene, or forensic evidence, there was nothing to hold him on.

Beverly Briggs raised two children in Price on her husband’s business accounts, which she kept running for nearly a year before the contracts dried up, and on the support of her church and family. She never moved away. She called Elden Cutler every few months, and the answer was always the same. In 1979, Cutler retired.

Before he cleared out his office, he made copies of everything in the Briggs file and took them home in a box. He told his wife he just was not ready to let it go. In 1981, Beverly received a legal declaration of presumed death for Thomas. She signed the papers at the kitchen table.

Their daughter Carol, who was fifteen, went outside and did not come back in for two hours. The case stayed cold for decades. A new Kane County sheriff reviewed the county’s oldest unsolved cases in 1995 and concluded there was no investigative avenue to pursue. Beverly Briggs died in March 2014 at age eighty-two.

Four days before her death, her last coherent request to Carol was that she not give up on finding out what happened to her father. Carol told her she would not. She meant it. Carol Briggs Whitmore had no legal background and no investigative experience.

What she had was a filing cabinet in her spare bedroom containing every document the family had ever received related to her father’s case, organized in chronological order in green hanging folders. Over the decades, she had submitted three formal petitions for case review. She received two form letters and one phone call that lasted four minutes. Then, in June 2024, the Rimrock Motor Lodge, closed since 2019 and stripped for demolition, underwent a structural assessment as part of a property sale.

The assessor walking through room 7 opened the drawer of the bedside table. Inside, still there, was the Bible. Its back cover fell open in his hand. There was handwriting inside, two lines in pencil, faded but legible.

He photographed it before he touched anything else in the room. The Bible reached the Kane County Sheriff’s Office cold case desk on June 5th, 2024. Investigator Pamela Sorels, who had joined the cold case team two years earlier, requested a handwriting examination from the Utah State Crime Laboratory. She located Thomas Briggs’s original signed employment contracts from 1972, preserved in the sealed evidence archive.

The lab returned its analysis on July 22nd. The handwriting inside the Bible from room 7 was, to a high degree of probability, the handwriting of Thomas Earl Briggs. He had been in that room. And what he had written was a name: Howard Dale Fen.

Below it was a partial license plate, four characters, the rest trailing off as though he had been interrupted, or as though the light had been too poor to see clearly, or as though whatever happened next had happened before he could finish. Howard Dale Fen had died in 2009 in Henderson, Nevada, at the age of seventy-five, of a stroke. He had outlived the investigation by decades. He had outlived Elden Cutler, who died in 1998.

He had outlived Beverly Briggs. But he had not outlived the case. Court documents filed in Kane County in August 2024 confirmed what investigators had reconstructed. Fen had checked into room 7 on the night of October 11th, 1972, under a false name, paying cash.

His truck’s partial plate, cross-referenced against Nevada DMV records digitized in 2019, matched the characters Thomas had written in the Bible. The fuel receipt from Flagstaff that had alibied Fen in 1972 had been purchased at 11:14 p. m. , but the name on the associated fuel account belonged to a second driver on Fen’s route who had used the shared account card that night.

Fen had never been in Flagstaff. His alibi had been borrowed from a man who did not know it was being used. In 2022, as part of a routine cold case review, the Utah State Crime Laboratory had submitted degraded biological material from the original case archive to a forensic laboratory specializing in DNA recovery from historical samples. That submission had returned a partial genetic profile.

In July 2024, following the Bible discovery, that profile was compared against DNA obtained from Howard Fen’s son and confirmed as a familial match. Fen’s body was exhumed from a Henderson cemetery on September 14th, 2024. A full DNA profile was obtained and compared. The match was conclusive.

Howard Dale Fen was formally named as the perpetrator in the murder of Thomas Earl Briggs on October 3rd, 2024, fifty-two years and one week after Thomas had made his last phone call home from that pay phone in Kanab. Because Fen was deceased, no criminal trial would follow. But the Kane County District Attorney issued a formal finding of criminal responsibility, a legal declaration that Thomas Earl Briggs had been murdered, that the perpetrator had been identified, and that the case was closed. Carol Whitmore received the call from Investigator Sorels that day.

She was seventy-eight years old. When the investigator told her what they had found, Carol sat quietly for a moment. Then she said he had written the name down, that he was trying to tell someone. It just took a while for someone to find the note.

She asked whether her mother’s name could be included in the official case closure statement, in recognition of the decades Beverly had spent asking the same questions that eventually led to the answer. It was included. The case of Thomas Earl Briggs was the oldest formally closed homicide in Kane County history. It identified a perpetrator who died in a nursing home surrounded by people who thought well of him, and it came too late for a trial.

But it confirmed that a man alone in a motel room, understanding he might not leave, had the presence of mind to write down what he knew in the one place he thought would last. He was right. It lasted fifty-two years.

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