On December 26, 1997, near the affluent community of Bainbridge Island off the coast of Seattle, a house went up in flames. In it was the shy, beloved minister's wife, Dawn Hacheney. When the fire was extinguished, investigators found only her charred remains. Her husband, Nick, was visibly devastated by the loss. What investigators failed to note, however, was that Dawn's lungs didn't contain smoke. Was she dead before the fire began?
So begins this true-crime story, which is unlike any other. It investigates Nick Hacheney, a philandering minister who had been carrying on with several women in the months before and just after his wife's death. He would be convicted for the murder five years to the day after the crime. From one of the foremost names in true crime, this is a gripping and truly unforgettable story of a man whose charisma and desire rocked an entire community.
On December 26, 1997, near the affluent community of Bainbridge Island off the coast of Seattle, a house went up in flames. In it was the shy, beloved minister's wife, Dawn Hacheney. When the fire was extinguished, investigators found only her charred remains. Her husband, Nick, was visibly devastated by the loss. What investigators failed to note, however, was that Dawn's lungs didn't contain smoke. Was she dead before the fire began?
So begins this true-crime story, which is unlike any other. It investigates Nick Hacheney, a philandering minister who had been carrying on with several women in the months before and just after his wife's death. He would be convicted for the murder five years to the day after the crime. From one of the foremost names in true crime, this is a gripping and truly unforgettable story of a man whose charisma and desire rocked an entire community.
A Twisted Faith: A Minister's Obsession and the Murder That Destroyed a Church
A Twisted Faith: A Minister's Obsession and the Murder That Destroyed a Church
Overview
On December 26, 1997, near the affluent community of Bainbridge Island off the coast of Seattle, a house went up in flames. In it was the shy, beloved minister's wife, Dawn Hacheney. When the fire was extinguished, investigators found only her charred remains. Her husband, Nick, was visibly devastated by the loss. What investigators failed to note, however, was that Dawn's lungs didn't contain smoke. Was she dead before the fire began?
So begins this true-crime story, which is unlike any other. It investigates Nick Hacheney, a philandering minister who had been carrying on with several women in the months before and just after his wife's death. He would be convicted for the murder five years to the day after the crime. From one of the foremost names in true crime, this is a gripping and truly unforgettable story of a man whose charisma and desire rocked an entire community.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781511399524 |
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| Publisher: | Brilliance Audio |
| Publication date: | 05/10/2016 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 1.50(h) x 5.00(d) |
About the Author
Gregg Olsen is the New York Times bestselling author of seven previous nonfiction books and four novels. A journalist and investigative author for more than two decades, Olsen has received numerous awards and much critical acclaim for his writing. He lives in Olalla, Washington.
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A Twisted Faith
A MINISTER'S OBSESSION AND THE MURDER THAT DESTROYED A CHURCHBy Gregg Olsen
St. Martin's Press
Copyright © 2010 Gregg OlsenAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-312-36061-0
Chapter One
By the mid-1990s, berry patches and creosote-cured pilings protruding from the waters of Puget Sound were no longer the prevailing features of Bainbridge Island, Washington. Faux châteaus and gargantuan Craftsman-style homes had arisen, as ubiquitous as strawberry farms and shorefront sawmills had once been. For the old-timers, it was a time of boom and bust. Property values had made rich people out of mobile-home dwellers on forested acreage. Weekend beach cottages had long since been razed by Seattle yuppies with lots of money and a scant sense of proportion. Those who grew up on the island lamented that though their property values had skyrocketed, the friendly rural character of their community was fading. Long gone were the days when everyone knew everyone and chatted while they waited for the ferry to Seattle, just across Puget Sound.Connected by Agate Pass Bridge to the Kitsap Peninsula to the north and by the state ferry system to Seattle to the east, Bainbridge was isolated and insular-which was a blessing, as far as newcomers were concerned. Islanders hated being part of Kitsap County, the poorest of the major counties around Puget Sound. To resist the influence of a county that allowed chain stores like Wal-Mart to take root like so many scattered weeds, the entire island incorporated as a city in 1991.
It was that kind of insularity and attitude that brought members of Christ Community Church close together and, ultimately, set tragedy in motion.
Many of the Christ Community Church faithful were part of the island's old guard. Families like the Glasses, Klovens, LaGrandeurs, and Smiths were of somewhat-modest means. While some were ferry ticket-takers, checkers, housecleaners, or baristas, several, like building contractor Einar Kloven, had their own businesses. Dan Hacheney ran an auto repair shop a few doors down from the ferry landing with service to Seattle. Dan and Suzy Claflin owned a restaurant. James Glass and his son Jimmy were skilled carpenters.
Some congregants, like the Andersons and the Mathesons, lived off the island on tribal land in Suquamish, the birthplace and final resting place of Chief Sealth, for whom the city of Seattle was named. Suquamish was a quick drive over the Agate Pass Bridge. A few miles down the road was Poulsbo, an orderly enclave best known for its Norwegian bakeries and a marina that on a summer's day boasted a rainbow of spinnakers from one side of Liberty Bay to the other.
Raised mostly on the outskirts of Poulsbo, Nick Hacheney came from a troubled family. Observers would later suggest that Nick had been somewhat neglected as a child in a chaotic household, and that it was that lack of attention that had shaped him more than anything else. He was the fat kid without many friends. He was the one who always tried to be outgoing but still managed to be a loner. It wasn't until he picked up a Bible and dug deep into the meaning of God's Word that he seemed to find his place. It was God's calling, he insisted, that gave him strength and shaped every bit of his character. In his family, he became the rock, the point person for every family calamity. When his brother Todd, a drug addict, was rendered brain-dead after being hit by a car on Bainbridge Island, it was Nick who instructed his parents to remove Todd from life support.
"My parents didn't have the stomach for it," he told a friend much later. "But I knew what God wanted."
Nick was seen as the strongest and most responsible member of his family. Nick's mother, Sandra Hacheney, was a fiercely independent woman who ran a home day care and took in foster children whenever the spirit moved her, which was quite frequently. Nick would later gripe that his mother favored his brothers, his sister, and even the foster kids over him.
"I don't think she ever loved me," he told a friend. "Actually, I think she hated me."
For her part, Sandra Hacheney seldom said a cross word about her youngest.
Dan Hacheney always knew his greatest legacy would be his children, especially Nick. Even when he was a little boy, there was no doubt among the Hacheneys that Nick was the golden child. He had a backstory that confirmed it. Dan and Sandra Hacheney told the story often. Nick recited it too, albeit with a sheepish sense of burden.
"You have no idea," he told a friend, "what it is like to be handed over to God."
It was 1970 and Dan and Sandra Hacheney were in a state of terror. Nicholas Daniel was turning a deep shade of blue. As the auto mechanic and his wife jumped into the car and drove to a Bremerton hospital, they were sure the youngest of their four children was going to die.
At twenty-eight, Dan was a rare combination of toughness and gentleness. His hands were never clean, always stained with motor oil from a job that kept food on the table and Sandra washing coveralls. A year younger than her husband, Sandra could be a somewhat sullen figure, given to what some believed were long bouts of depression. She had dark eyes and hair, like Dan and their baby.
Nick gasped for air in his mother's arms and Dan knew only one thing to do. So convinced was he that he couldn't get to the hospital in time, he parked the car on the edge of the roadway.
He began to pray.
"Dear God, don't let him die. If you let him live, I'll give him over to you right now, forever. Please, God, you raise my son! You be his father! Please, God, don't let this boy die."
A moment later, the blue cast on his son's face was transformed to the rosy flush of a healthy baby.
"Thank you, Jesus," Dan said.
Bremerton, the blue-collar heart of Kitsap County, had its positive attributes: decent-paying jobs, cheap housing, mountain and water views at every turn. Kitsap County's largest city was home to a U.S. Navy shipyard, submarine base, and port for aircraft carriers, and for many years that meant nothing more than topless bars, tattoo parlors, sailors on leave, and the women they left behind on the prowl when ships and subs departed for tours of the Pacific. Things had improved somewhat in Bremerton, though it was still "Bummertown" to many, the butt of Seattle jokes. But in 1990 a great irony came to pass when Money magazine named Bremerton "America's Most Livable City." Even locals, proud as they were of the completely unexpected designation by a well-known publication, wondered out loud if Money's editors had bothered to visit the town in person.
Dawn Tienhaara had been raised in Bremerton. Her father, Donald, was a shipyard worker; her mother, Diana, a homemaker. Dawn was the oldest and the only girl in a brood that included three brothers-all named with the initial D. She was a honey blonde with pretty green eyes, a tiny birthmark above her upper lip, and a knack for memorization that, when she was a schoolgirl, took her all the way to the Rose Garden of the White House and a meeting with President Ronald Reagan when she competed in the Scripps National Spelling Bee.
Diana Tienhaara was an anxious woman who by her own admission required more love than she could get from her husband, Donald. Diana wanted a happy marriage, but she didn't quite know how to achieve it. Her search for affection and acceptance sometimes brought turmoil. In February 1980, Diana left her husband, daughter, and son, Dennis, to live with the father of a baby she named Daron, whom she conceived during an extramarital affair. After some soul searching and a flood of tears, she returned to the family home on Rimrock Avenue in East Bremerton. She didn't tell her youngest son about his true parentage until he was a young adult. During the difficult times, Dawn lent her mother as much support as a child could. Sometimes Diana would find small notes from her daughter under her pillow. You are great, Mom! I love you.
That Nick and Dawn would fall in love at Northwest College of the Assemblies of God-known informally as Northwest Bible College but celebrated and mocked by some as "Northwest Bridal College"-in Kirkland, Washington, was hardly a foregone conclusion. Those who attended the east-of-Seattle college with the young couple were surprised by the relationship. Dawn was an achiever, after all. She wasn't gorgeous, but she was pretty in a girl-next-door way. Her roommates at the time saw Nick, on the other hand, as a loser-a guy "who tried too hard" and was clueless about it. He was brash and pushy, but Dawn was no match for his everlasting persuasion. Always a little overweight and with his hairline starting to recede while he was still in his teens, Nick was more concerned about the spiritual than the physical. No one would have said he was handsome. And yet, he had a kind of magnetism that some couldn't resist.
Nick proposed marriage to Dawn over Oreo cookies and milk on Alki Beach, not far from her grandparents' home in West Seattle, and the two married soon after, on April 20, 1991. They moved into a place in Bremerton; Dawn found work at the credit union and Nick set his sights on his long-held dream: to be a youth pastor under the tutelage of his beloved pastor, Bob Smith, at Christ Community Church on Bainbridge Island.
Despite being so capable-she was, after all, her high school valedictorian-Dawn surprised many with how quickly she abdicated all decision making to Nick. She appeared to go along with the fundamentalist edict that submitting to her husband's authority was God's plan and the greatest gift a woman could give him. When Nick's decisions seemed foolish, Dawn backed him all the way. If he wanted to take in a troubled congregant, she agreed, although she longed for privacy. When he charged hundreds of dollars in music CDs for church friends on his credit card, Dawn shrugged it off, even though she'd had her eye on a new Jaclyn Smith outfit for work.
Years later, a woman who lived with Nick and Dawn in the early days of their marriage stumbled onto a cache of dildos and other sex toys in the master bathroom of a house they were remodeling on Nipsic Avenue in East Bremerton. Crystal Gurney, a twenty-year-old church member going through a bad patch with a new marriage at the time, wasn't horrified by what she'd discovered. She'd lived a tough life of her own and had seen plenty. Long after her friend's death, though, Crystal grappled with her observation. "It just didn't seem like Dawn at all. Not the girl I knew. I wondered how it was that Nick got her into that."
Chapter Two
All great things start with a dream. Sometimes two. Pastor Bob Smith; his wife, Adele; and their little girls, Kim and Lindsey, joined hands with other members of Bainbridge Christian Assembly to pray and rejoice. A new church was coming. Their church. Tall bigleaf maples and cedars were spared as the ground was sliced with the blade of a backhoe in the construction zone for a church on Moran Road. It was to be a twelve-thousand-square-foot structure that looked Northwest contemporary in its architecture, more like a large new home or even professional offices than a house of worship.On this day in the mid-1980s, drivers whizzing by on Highway 305, which bisects the island from Agate Passage to the ferry landing, scratched their heads, wondering just what was being built where the ground was broken. A bank? New restaurant?
There was no marker to proclaim what it would be.
Finally, in what would one day prove to be a twist of irony, Einar Kloven, who had volunteered countless hours of labor, made a sign and hung it up facing the highway: NEW PRISON.
No one laughed with more gusto than Pastor Bob, or "PB," as congregants called him. He could take a joke. He was the kind of pastor who'd cry with the hurting, feed the hungry from his own plate, and shoulder the burdens of those who could no longer carry them alone. Growing up in a rural Northwest community had taught him not only to love God but to cherish the relationships that united the disparate. PB and Adele were married after he graduated from Northwest College in 1972. After he'd served as a pastor on the Yakama Indian Reservation in south-central Washington, the young family moved to Kitsap County, first leading a church in Bremerton and then, in 1982, moving to Bainbridge Island to oversee an Assemblies of God congregation.
The new Pentecostal church on Moran Road was the culmination of a dream. Everything was coming together as it had been mapped out, every nail lovingly hammered into place. One hundred Bainbridge area families had joined forces to build a house of God.
Yet PB Smith and his congregants weren't the only ones with a dream that involved the church on Moran Road. Far away, in California, a woman named Pamela Bily had a vision-a gift God had given her on many occasions-that her pastor husband, Robert, and their children would live on the northeast side of an island near Seattle. It was a remarkable and vivid dream. Like putting a pin in a wall map, God had shown her just where it was.
It was Bainbridge Island, Washington.
When Pamela told her husband, Robert, about it, there was only one thing to do.
In his forties, Robert Bily, an exceedingly fit 173-pound six-footer, was a Stanford University graduate who had been a senior manager in his father's cheese-processing and distribution business, a leader in a financially troubled church in San Jose, and an investor and board member of a computer company that went kaput. Each endeavor brought new burdens, mostly financial. He came to the Seattle area in the early 1990s to work with TV cook Graham Kerr, a devout Christian who had achieved worldwide fame as the flamboyant host of TV's The Galloping Gourmet. The two had conversations about marketing a soy-based foodstuff that Robert had developed to feed the Christian masses. There was also talk of books, a new television program, and a worldwide network. But egos clashed and the project dragged on until, like other good-intentioned endeavors that Robert dove into headfirst, it failed.
Along with Pamela and their children, Robert arrived on Bainbridge Island with the remnants of a once-luxurious California life: Persian rugs, a Mercedes-Benz, and stylish wardrobes. Robert was undeterred by any setback. Pamela's dream had brought them there. God had a plan.
He told Robert to work for Him at the church led by Bob Smith.
Robert Bily was an unfaltering proponent of the apostolic approach to Christianity, which sought the creation of new churches made of nondenominational congregants. Robert brought strengths: management skills, a deep understanding of the Bible and how it should be used as a blueprint for modern lives, and the ambition to make the church into something greater than it had been. Robert saw Bob Smith's church as the launching pad for a profound and ultimately world-changing movement. The way to get there was to listen very carefully to God, act upon His wishes, follow His direction, and, above all, understand that being a Christian was more than just believing in the Word of God; it was living it. All day. Every day.
At first Robert taught Sunday-school classes in which he recast some of the themes to better reflect his beliefs that church denominations were divisive and against God's message of Christian unity.
He convincingly pointed to passages in the Bible that illustrated what it was that God had truly sought, and that man-through church denominations-had corrupted the message of God. He pointed to the etymology of specific words, pulling out scriptural passages and historical references. He had a lawyer's mind for presenting his point of view in a conclusive and logical manner.
Over time, Robert went from teaching children to offering sermons. He was powerful and persuasive. When he preached from the pulpit that one of the accepted tenets of the Assemblies of God church-that every Spirit-filled believer would speak in tongues-was in error, he had biblical backup at his fingertips.
"Robert knows better than I do," PB said to a church member who wondered aloud if they were on the right track.
Some members of the congregation were uncomfortable with the transfer of power. Although by this point Robert had been a part of Christ Community for years, it was still seen as PB's church. PB was a gentle and caring man. Robert seemed to try his best, but neither sympathy nor empathy appeared to be in his repertoire. Nevertheless, PB and the church board promoted him to pastor.
Not long after Robert managed a toehold in the church leadership, Nick Hacheney, then in his early twenties, arrived to serve as a youth pastor. It was a surprise appointment, made by PB. Nick and PB had known each other since Nick was a kid. Both men, with almost a father-son bond between them, saw as essential the nurturing of youth in their understanding of he love and power of the Lord.
(Continues...)
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Reading Group Guide
A Message from Gregg Olsen
The headlines that first beckoned me to the Nick Hacheney story were shocking and salacious.
Murder. Sex. Religion. Betrayal.
All things that pique a reader's interest. And a writer's too.
I wasn't sure what I'd find when I started dialing phone numbers and doing the intrusive outreach that comes with writing a true crime story. The truth is no one ever really dreams of being in a true crime book. Not the victim's family. Not the killer or his or her family.
The Hacheney case had an even more difficult dynamic at play. Most of the players in the saga of the minister convicted of murder had been members of a church; a congregation in an affluent community that had embraced some teachings and ideas that went beyond what most of us expect in a church setting. They believed in prophecies coming from God, counseling sessions that bordered on exorcism, and a bevy of rules that made some feel as if they'd been involved in a cult.
Digging deeper, I discovered a story about women who had secret liaisons with Hacheney to serve God; ministers who'd let the unthinkable happen right before their eyes because something greater was about to come; and finally, the power that shame has over lives lived in the shadows.
I admit that I had some preconceived notions about what I'd find when I began my research. I expected to find people who were so far out on the fringes of society that I'd have a hard time relating to them.
I found decent, hardworking people, people who still sought to accept what happened and the consequences of their roles in the story - large and small. For the most part, they were like that frog in the cold water, under the rising flame...not knowing what they were involved with until it was too late.
I hope that the book provides the impetus for discussion, and ultimately understanding.
Gregg Olsen
1. Although religious cults are usually ascribed to the power of a single, charismatic leader (think Jim Jones and Rev. Moon), there may be some parallels to the story told in A Twisted Faith and other well known cults. Olsen writes of special dietary requirements, social edicts and the ostracizing of members who did not follow the tenets of the church. Did you notice any other examples in the book? Do you consider the congregation of Christ Community Church a cult?
2. Christ Community Church pastors preached the importance of a woman to be subservient to her husband. Indeed, the church leadership for most of its history was all male. Women were secretaries, music leaders, and daycare workers. Do you think that the male-dominated power structure of Christ Community Church made it easier for the women to be lead astray by Nick Hacheney?
3. In 1997, Apostle Robert Bily seemed driven to prove that Nick was a philanderer. The following year, he even went so far as doing a "stakeout" near Nicole Matheson's house to catch Nick in the act of an illicit relationship. Why didn't Robert put his foot down and remove Nick from church leadership even when he suspected an affair between Nick and Sandy Glass?
4. Members of the church claimed to receive prophetic words from God or heard the Lord speaking to them. Olsen writes extensively about Sandy Glass's prophecies, but several others (Adam Bily, Pamela Bily, and Ken Linden) reported messages from God too. Has that ever happened to you? Do you feel that prophecies are genuine and should be shared?
5. As Olsen writes it, the dynamic between the church leaders - Bob "PB" Smith, the Apostle Robert Bily, and Nick Hacheney - seemed to propel the events that ultimately cost Dawn Hacheney her life. It appeared that each were either distracted or more concerned with personal ambitions than the wellbeing of their flock. What do you think about the relationship between the leaders and its role in the story?
6. Why do you think the authorities were so quick to assume Dawn Hacheney's death was an accident, and move so quickly to close the case? Several people told author Olsen that they suspected Nick might have killed his wife when they heard the news of the fire. Why do you think they held their suspicions rather than communicating concerns to the police? Have there been times in your life when you wish you'd spoken up and shared information you knew?
7. One of the most disturbing revelations in the book occur between Dawn's mother Diana Tienhaara and Nick Hacheney. On page 185, Olsen writes of an encounter between Diana and her son-in-law at a Bremerton boat launch. On page 208, the author recounts an encounter after a late night dinner. This is a startling scene in the narrative, Diana says that she wanted to "be Dawn" for her heartbroken son-in-law by offering herself to him. What do you think it says about Diana and her state of mind? Her character? Similarly, what does it say about Nick Hacheney?
8. Nick Hacheney was adept at drawing people close. He confided to Annette Anderson that he'd been abused as a child; he reportedly told Sandy Glass that her spiritual gifts were far beyond other's; he played on Lindsey Smith's devotion to her family and how they'd viewed him as an integral part of the family. Nick's charisma, his magnetism, came from his ability to connect with people's needs. What specific things can we draw from this type of predatory conduct? Was Nick's physical appearance and persona his cover for his salacious behavior?
9. Sandy Glass kept the secret of Nick's "take the land" confession for years. Do you think she would have kept silent forever if Craig Anderson hadn't scheduled the meeting with Bob Smith and other former Christ Community Church leaders after his wife Annette confessed her sexual relationship with Nick? Why do you think Sandy held the secret of the murder so long? Do you consider Sandy a victim of Nick's evil-doing or party to it?
10. In some ways, A Twisted Faith unfolds as a cautionary tale of what can occur when self-proclaimed prophets and pastors discard the checks and balances that come with most well-known religious denominations. In fact, some church edicts concerned several congregants and incited them to leave after the shift from the Assemblies of God to Robert Bily's vision of an apostolic church. What practices of the church were "red flags" to those who left? Would any have been enough for you to leave?
11. Olsen reports at the end of the book that all of the central characters presented in A Twisted Faith have returned to church - though some took a lengthy break from organized religion. What does their continuing faith say about those people? Does it speak to strength of conviction and the enduring power of faith, or do you see it as a weakness?