The Man Who Got Away

Bradford Bishop vanished after his family was brutally murdered in Bethesda. More than 37 years have passed, but two lawmen—one, the sheriff of Montgomery County; the other, retired—are still determined to find him.



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Photo by Ben Tankersley

Frank Caprio, the psychiatrist who prescribed antidepressants for Bishop, refused to speak with investigators after the killings, citing patient-physician confidentiality. He died in New Jersey in 2005.

But if dead men tell no tales, at least one provided a few clues about the case. 

Kight had been elected county sheriff a decade after the homicides and had a continuing interest in Bishop. He’d occasionally run Bishop’s Social Security number through credit bureaus. And in 1990, he got a hit on a man in the Los Angeles area with a different name but the same Social Security number. 

Robert Keefer was working as a sheriff’s deputy at the time. “It turned out the guy had died,” recalls Keefer, who’s now 60, retired and living in Tennessee. “We never got to the bottom of it.” 

But the lead eventually prompted Kight to send Keefer and another investigator to the State Department to look at Bishop’s file. What they found there in 1992 was startling.

There was a certified letter from Albert Kenneth Bankston, a prisoner at the federal penitentiary in Marion, Ill., addressed to “Mr. Bradford Bishop, Jr., Assistant Chief Special Trade Office,” at the State Department’s Foggy Bottom building. Dated 16 days after the slayings, it referred to two earlier letters he’d written the month before to Bishop and hinted at a plot involving other people. It mentioned a man named David Paul Allen, who was familiar with the area where the bodies ended up. Allen had advised Bankston that “you could walk to Phelps Lake from Creswell. I think it’s about five miles…”

In addition to Allen, the letter mentioned a woman and a man named “Sonny,” both of whom Kight and Popkin believe may have been part of a plot to kill Bishop’s family. 

Bankston had died of cancer in prison nine years earlier, in 1983. But Keefer interviewed Allen by phone at a prison in Marquette, Mich. “Allen told us that Bishop had paid them some money to kill the family, and they were to come to the house under the guise of doing some gutter or home repair work,” Keefer recalls. “All this was supposed to take place while he was over in Europe on a business trip. It seemed to me he paid them some cash and some jewelry.”

According to a State Department dossier, Bishop was attending a meeting in Geneva from Jan. 27 to Feb. 6, 1976—giving him an alibi if the family were killed. 

Keefer went to Maine to interview the man known as “Sonny,” who was in a witness protection program there. The man “said he didn’t know anything about it and wouldn’t have done the kids anyway, because it was against their code,” Keefer recalls.

The investigators returned to State for a second look at the file. But copies of Bankston’s certified letter were now missing. A State Department official said an FBI agent had reviewed the file since their last visit. “We tried to locate this agent, but nobody could even tell us this guy existed,” Keefer says.

The investigators did learn from the file that the CIA had done a “threat assessment” of Bishop after the homicides and concluded that he didn’t pose a security threat. In an effort to learn more, Kight filed a freedom of information request. Six months later, on March 23, 1993, the CIA responded that after “thorough and diligent” searches, “no records responsive to your request were located.”

On March 19, 2000, Lorene Klepacki of Asheboro, N.C., acquired an old diary for $38 at the Super Flea Market at the Greensboro Coliseum. On the first page were the words: “Bradford Bishop Diary.” Her son found the name on the Internet and called the Montgomery County Sheriff’s Office. Popkin says the woman sent it to be copied and returned. 

Its existence has never before been reported, and its provenance remains murky. But under Bishop’s name is another notation: “7/76 Col. James Auction.” On July 9, 1976, contents of the Bishop house were auctioned off at the Col. James Auction Gallery in College Park. Who bought it and how it wound up in North Carolina are unknown.

The diary—which covers six years, from October 1965 to October 1971—begins with a quote from Walt Whitman: “Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road…” On June 12, 1968, Bishop writes: “One should seize upon life and embellish it!”

He discusses his career, writing in February 1967: “If you’re going to succeed in the Foreign Service—make Ambassador before you’re 50—hold positions of responsibility—constant dedication and considerable sacrifice of time & thought are required.” 

There are two references to one of his sons, but no mention of Annette.

On Feb. 27, 1967, Bishop writes: “Toxic, degenerative psychoses…chronic, low-level maniac, involutional megalomania.”  

A year later, he complains of “this accursed insomnia. …It’s amazing, despite how lousy you feel all doped up—smoking a few cigarettes, etc.” His problems, he writes, “must be overcome with love, style, self satisfaction…”

The writing goes from neat to nearly illegible, with about a four-year gap before the last entry on Oct. 23, 1971. He writes: “Your family grows more beautiful, and you still stand on the threshold. Outwardly, your accomplishments are great. …My, such symbols [equal] promotions, citations, languages, degrees. Still, you stand on the threshold. You have soared to the heights & plummeted, each time, to the depths.”

From the heights to the depths: words that could as easily be applied to the efforts to find Bradford Bishop.

The case is “always in the back of your mind,” Keefer says. “…If these kids had grown up, they would be leading their own lives with their own kids. It’s pretty hard to take.”

Over the years, the national media exposure has resulted in thousands of tips, especially from America’s Most Wanted. There was one from Arizona about a homeless guy living in a shelter. “We sent warrants,” Popkin says. “It wasn’t him.” 

Then there were the unidentified bodies. One John Doe who washed up in a sail on the coast of rural Hyde County, N.C., in April 1987 seemed like a possibility. The man had no teeth left, and his hands had been severed at the wrist. But a coroner’s report classified him as Native American, eliminating him as the suspect. 

On April 10, 2002, Popkin got a call from someone purporting to be with the Hong Kong police. He said they’d found a body in a fishing area and that the fingerprints identified the man as Bishop. “He needed us to come to Hong Kong and identify him.” The call turned out to be a hoax.

The Russians called about a dead man who looked like Bishop, but he turned out to be “just a citizen vacationing over there,” Kight says.

Responding to a tip in McAllen, Texas, Kight and Popkin apprehended a criminal who looked like Bishop, but wasn’t. “We caught him coming out of a house, followed him down the road,” Popkin says. “[Kight] made the arrest. We interviewed him. He was a drifter wanted in several states [for arson]. He was confessing to every crime he’d committed since he was 18.” 

Adds Kight, “We cleared him of the murder[s]. He was all happy about that.”

Another tip, about a recluse living in Moose Lake, Minn., came in after Bishop’s picture appeared in Reader’s Digest. “This guy was clearly hiding and looked similar to Bishop,” Popkin says. “Ray and I thought there was enough credibility” to check it out. 

“We went up there in the middle of the winter,” Kight recalls. “You can imagine what it was like. It was January, brutally cold. The only people we saw had dug holes off the back of their trucks and were ice fishing.”

The recluse, it turned out, had a reason to hide: He’d been involved in criminal activities in Minnesota and was soon taken into custody. But he was not Bradford Bishop.

And so it goes.

“Ray and I think that he fled to Europe,” Popkin says. 

Their belief is bolstered by claims of sightings overseas—in England, Belgium, Finland, Sweden, Spain, the Netherlands, Germany, Greece and Switzerland. Bishop reportedly was seen twice on a Stockholm street in July 1978 by a former Foreign Service officer who knew him from his posting in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. She said the man was following her and had a beard.

There was another claimed sighting in January 1979, in Sorrento, Italy, by another former co-worker who also noted a beard. A State Department cable reported that the man spotted Bishop at a public urinal. “He said, ‘You’re Brad Bishop, aren’t you?’ The man trembled, said, ‘Oh, my God, no,’ and fled.” 

Years passed before anyone else stepped forward to say they had seen Bishop. Then, on Sept. 19, 1994, came a credible sighting in Basel, Switzerland. 

Jean Wadsworth, now 87 and living in a King Farm retirement community in Rockville, was a former neighbor who knew Annette as “a good tennis player” from watching her on the next court. Wadsworth and her husband were at the train station in Basel when she noticed someone watching her husband from a train on the adjoining track.  

“All of sudden this sick feeling came over me,” she says. “I realized it was Bradford Bishop.”

The man “immediately closed the window, put on specs and opened up his newspaper,” Wadsworth says. “His train started to move just as ours came in. As his window passed us, he was looking anxiously out and laughed as he went past our window. I said to my husband, ‘Should we report it?’ He said they wouldn’t understand because we didn’t speak the language. 

“The very next day I called the FBI. The last thing the guy said to me was, ‘That’s exactly the kind of place a fugitive would hang out.’ They never contacted me after that.”

The most recent tip came in a call to Kight following his 2010 retirement after 24 years as sheriff.  Someone had seen a man coming and going from a house owned by Bishop’s uncle in a Paris suburb. French police staked it out. The man, who resembled Bishop, turned out to be a cousin. 

Keefer, who retired in 1998, used to review all the tips from America’s Most Wanted and made sure that press packets about Bishop went to all U.S. embassies.  

“I’ve always felt he’s alive,” Keefer says. “I’m more convinced than ever.” 

The house that once belonged to the Bishop family is set back from Lilly Stone Drive, a wide street that cuts through the 1960s community. Built in 1967, the 2,497-square-foot, brick-and-frame house sits on a half acre. It was sold 14 months after the killings and has changed hands several times since.  

The current owners, who purchased it in 2009 for $750,000, are a couple with two teenagers. “We knew about [its history] before we bought it,” Gloria Uribe says. “I don’t feel anything in the house. The house is great.”

For a while shortly after the crime, Kight says, he and another deputy would “ride around the neighborhood, hoping the sucker would come back. Of course, he never did.” 

At Kight’s retirement dinner, Popkin presented him with an enlarged Brad Bishop wanted poster, intended to be hung above the fireplace in Kight’s family room. (Kight’s wife didn’t buy into that decorating scheme, so it’s on the floor of her computer room instead.)

Popkin and Kight know that the likelihood of finding Bishop grows smaller as time passes. They still wish they understood the why behind the case. Beyond the family tensions and Bishop’s career disappointments, Kight thinks there might be another explanation.

As he sits at the kitchen table of his North Potomac home, Kight enters the misty realm of unconfirmed speculation. He notes that the CIA “was giving its agents various drugs,” referring to secret experiments the agency reportedly conducted on unsuspecting subjects into the 1970s. “I’m not so sure this didn’t happen to Bishop,” Kight says. “[How else] could you go into your house and bludgeon your wife, children and mother?”

During the investigation of the slayings, Kight never went to the remote wooded area of North Carolina where the bodies were found. But he’s thinking of driving there now. You never know, he says: He just might run into someone who knows something.

Eugene L. Meyer is a contributing editor for the magazine who lives in Silver Spring. 

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