I had to meet Nathan Adler at 8:00 am to do a walk through of the burned house. When I arrived Nathan stood and talked to me for a few minutes. He explained to me that he and Ronald Massey grew up together, and went to school together. He said he knew their mother, Barbara Doyle Massey. I said that is a conflict of interest and I want any Arson Investigator other than you. Nathan said well, the only other Arson Investigator is Chip Shilosky, and he had to go on vacation TODAY! I took out my cell phone and called the fire department. Same story, Chip Shilosky HAD to go on vacation NOW!! When I got off the phone Nathan said to me, where did you get that cup? I was holding a thermal cup I bought from the Maverick Convenience store right down the street. I said clearly from Maverick, why? He said, "I KNEW IT". I asked, "You knew what"? He said there is a cup identical to that cup in the kitchen. I asked, what's your point? I said I have 3 or 4 of them and I have a couple of them in this house, so when I get here I have a cup to fill up at Maverick. I said what is the point of all of this Nathan? Did that cup somehow start the fire?
Please make sure you are sitting down before you continue reading: Nathan said with the best serious face that any brain dead MORON could muster...."When I was in the kitchen fighting the fire, I noticed your Maverick cup in the kitchen was still full of ice". I looked dead straight ahead at Nathan and said, I beg your pardon? He said you were the last one at the house right before the fire. I said you have lost your mind? Nathan said it's still there, come on and I'll show you. I said what's still there? The glass or the ice? Nathan said BOTH, there is still ice floating in the glass. So we walked into the kitchen. It's total darkness. Nathan shines his flashlight and I shined mine. I pulled the glass over close to the edge of the counter, so I could get a good look at this "ice"! Nathan and I both looked down into the glass at the exact same time. I looked up at Nathan and said there is NOT a single drop of liquid in that glass, therefore NOTHING is floating. I said there is however insulation that fell from the burning ceiling inside the glass. There was a clock hanging on the wall. Directly right below it was the Maverick cup, with the fire proof ice. I said the fire was so intense and so hot that it literally melted the clock to the wall. I said and you want me to believe that the glass sitting three feet below the clock, still had ice floating in it?
Nathan decides it's finally time to take me and show me the starting point of the ARSON! We walked into what was Ronald Massey's bedroom. The box springs that had been leaning against the wall in the bedroom earlier in the day, was shoved inside the closet and set on fire. I told Nathan numerous times that the box springs was across the room earlier in the day. He said that doesn't prove it was an arson. He flashed his light on the light switch. He said look at the light switch. He said the closet light was on when the fire started. He said he couldn't tell if the light arced and rained a shower of sparks upon that box springs, that had been sitting across the room earlier in the day, or if the box springs was the actual starting point of the fire. DUH! I didn't even dignify Nathan's absurd remarks with a response, I just turned and walked outside. I immediately called the insurance company and demanded they send out their own ARSON INVESTIGATOR Immediately.
Nathan tells me when I get off of the phone, that he needed to speak with me privately. We walked into the backyard. He wanted to question ME as the only suspect in his ARSON INVESTIGATION. I was made to answer questions for over 2 hours. I was forced to turn over financial records to prove we were current on both mortgages and all automobiles. I was forced to turn over cell phone records. I had to supply information on my whereabouts prior to and after the ARSON was set. Nathan actually went to every place I said I was and pulled the surveillance video from each and every place. Ronald Massey and T.J. Wilson NEVER were questioned PERIOD.
The next morning I met the insurance arson investigator at the house. Nathan Adler showed up as well. I told the man what Nathan Adler was trying to say happened. He walked into the closet where the box springs was set on fire. He pulled the light fixture down out of the ceiling. He very closely examined the electrical wires. He stated that at NO point in time did that light arc, and the box springs was the starting point. He said this is without a doubt, an ARSON! Nathan asked, is that right? After the insurance arson investigator left to head back to Phoenix, Nathan Adler had one last thing to say to me. He said, keep pushing. You want this to be ruled an arson? Just remember that is your glass that was full of ice and left in the kitchen prior to the fire. I said you are nuts. He said you had better think about it. I said it IS AN ARSON and it will be ruled an ARSON!!
Two witnesses came forward and stated they personally saw Ronnie and T.J. running from the burning house. I took the witnesses down to first the fire department and then the police department. Sloma said there were two guys seen walking down the street during the time of the fire, but he could assure me it was NOT Ronnie and T.J. I asked how the cops would know who was walking down McCulloch street at the time of the fire, if they weren't anywhere near my house? And if they were near my house at the time of the ARSON, then WHY were they there? I guess the city got their panties in a wad over that remark, and operation make my life a living hell was underway!!
At this point I knew I had a fight and a half on my hands with the city over allowing, encouraging, and PARTICIPATING in this ARSON. I couldn't help but breathe a little easier knowing T.J. would have to find a new place to live, besides the house I evicted him from. I thought with the house being burned so badly, the brothers would disappear and never be heard from again. Was I EVER WRONG. I was demanding a REAL ARSON INVESTIGATION take place immediately. I was naming names and the brothers were well aware of that fact.
Ronald Lynn Massey & Timothy Joseph (T.J.) Wilson, Jr.
Eight days after the ARSON, and after being informed that I was in fact pursuing criminal charges, Ronnie instructed T.J. to flee the state of Arizona, and a Felony arson investigation. Then Ronnie posts that he's never returning to Havasu.
Within minutes of me posting my response to Ronnie and T.J., Ronnie posted this photo. The caption reads "3330....who knows bout' dat". That is Ronald Lynn Massey, Melanie Diane Serna (L) and Kirsten (R). The address of the house they destroyed is 3330 McCulloch Blvd.
Let me introduce you to these two Terrorist brothers, that thought they got away with ARSON and DOMESTIC TERRORISM. Ronald Lynn Massey and Timothy Joseph (T.J.) Wilson, Jr. Their crimes range from felony vandalism and Arson to Domestic Terrorism. Their crimes were premeditated and carried out with malice and forethought.
Now let me introduce you to the accomplices representing Lake Havasu City Municipal Government.
EX LHC Police Capt. Joe Fiumara EX LHC Police Lt. Richie Sloma
A. The top photo is carpet and padding the brothers cut out of random areas of the house. The bottom photo is T.J.'s room. A very large square area of carpet was cut out of half of the room. Ronnie used that carpet to line the back of his broke down van. The van was broken down in the driveway, and the carpet was inside, lining the walls of the van.
B. The top photo is looking into Ronnie's bedroom. Carpet was cut down the middle and removed from half of the room. A large hole was knocked into the wall of the master bath, and a major water pipe was destroyed. The couch cushions were set on fire. The bottom photo, well that was just a bonus. Careful what you put on the internet boys!
C. The top photo is more carpet and padding piled up. The 280 z in the photo was ours. The brothers stripped the car. The bottom photo shows half of the carpet was removed from the living room. If you enlarge the photo and look really close you will see the linoleum floor in the kitchen is completely intact. That linoleum floor proved to be the downfall of Police Captain Joe Fiumara. That floor will eventually prove Fiumara and Sloma are the most corrupt cops and it will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, they tried to cover up the arson.
D. That is the fire pit the brothers used to break up out furniture and burn it in the backyard.
Soooooo.......After calling animal control to come and get the cats, whom else should one call? That's right, hotline to Havasu PD. One hour later who do you think showed up? If you guessed Lt. Richie Sloma, you win. I said I don't want to deal with you so call out someone else. Sloma said I'm assigned to this case. So I take him inside and show him all the damage. Sloma looks in every room of the house and walked into the backyard. I said look at the fire pit Sloma. I said they broke up our furniture and burned it in the illegal fire pit, and there is a no burn ordinance in effect. Sloma said you need to get all of this burned stuff cleaned up and the rest of that carpet picked up so it doesn't get scattered in the neighborhood. I said I need a police report Sloma. He looks at me and said why, there hasn't been any crimes committed here. I said Sloma, that is felony vandalism, and I want to press charges. Sloma said oh no, "This is definitely a landlord/tenant matter and definitely NOT a police matter", therefore NO report would be filed which would result in no charges being filed. Sloma said landlord/tenant matters are dealt with in court so his suggestion to me would be, sue them. I said I need a police report. So he walked out to his car, got in it and left.
I went by the McCulloch house every single day trying to clean up the mess and see what other damage had been done. I had two of the largest dumpsters I could find, delivered to the McCulloch house. I boxed up all of the brothers belongings that they left behind, and stored it all in the garage. By law I was required to hold their possessions for 30 days, so I did. Ronnie fled to California to become a burden on Melanie Diane Serna's family. There were her parents, Melanie and Ronnie and her siblings all in a two bedroom apartment. And then there was T.J., left homeless in Havasu.
I started noticing that things in the garage were being gone through, but made to look like nothing had been touched. So I started coming to the house at different times of the day and night to try and catch the person breaking into the house. Sure enough, it was homeless T.J. breaking in the house in the middle of the night. He had nowhere else to go, so he would break in and sleep in the house I evicted him from. I called Havasu PD every single time I caught T.J. inside the house, and demanded charges be filed for breaking and entering. Lt. Richie Sloma informed me that I needed to stop calling and bothering Havasu PD with the breaking and entering calls, unless and until I could prove T.J. was actually in the house. I said when I call Havasu PD it's because he is in the house right then and there. I said if you sent someone out they could go in the house and see him for them self. Sloma said it doesn't work like that. You say for a fact that it's T.J. that is breaking into the house, so you have to prove it before we can get involved.
I called the next morning and had all of the utilities turned off in the house. I wasn't going to make it easy for T.J. to live there. I turned the water off at the house, rather than have the city shut it off. I was trying to get that house cleaned up and I still needed the water. T.J. began turning the water back on when he would break in, so he could flood the bedroom where they busted the water pipe. So now I am having to drive back and forth to the McCulloch house every two hours to go into a dark house, knowing this criminal thug is inside, to make sure the house wasn't being flooded. I finally was forced to call the city to shut the water off completely, but in the meantime, I didn't need a flooded house. Havasu PD was standing their ground, and I was completely on my own against T. J. Wilson, Ronald Massey, Barbara Doyle Massey ( I want to make sure my site comes up in the event ANYONE Google's Barbara's name, or all the rest of you for that matter!), and anyone else they chose to bring with them to help them fight their battles.
So it took the city 2 weeks and 3 days to come and shut the water off to the property. Our house is on the EXACT SAME STREET as the Police Dept., Fire Dept., Public Works and City Hall. That's right, 2 weeks and 3 days!! In the meantime, I boarded up all of the windows. I nailed 2x4's across the inside of the doors to try and keep T.J. OUT!! So I get a NASTY letter from Lake Havasu City Municipal Government. It says no way, no how, will I ever be allowed to board the windows up on that house. REMOVE IT IMMEDIATELY, or the city would fine me on a daily basis until I complied. So I answered the city's letter. My response was....you want a fight, you got one. Commence to fining me, but hell will freeze over before I take the boards off of the windows. I said the police are allowing a criminal to continue to break into my house, so if you want to fine me then knock yourself out. Two days later.....Hell apparently froze over and I wasn't aware of it. The city took it upon themselves to remove the boards from ALL of the windows. I went to Home Depot and bought bigger boards and REALLY BIG NAILS! I wasn't playing. The city sent out people to REMOVE THEM ALL AGAIN!! How can you possibly send someone on my property, without my permission, knowledge or consent, and remove boards from my windows? That is ILLEGAL AS HELL!! You can send me a letter and take me to court, but you cannot legally step on my property and take those boards. that is THEFT!!
It was time to fight back, and I had a plan. It's time for Round 2!!!
I posted a question on ATF's Facebook page. I was wanting an answer as to how ATF came to the conclusion that my claims had "No Merit", when the proof was all over my site. I got an answer, just not the answer I was expecting. An ATF officer responded, explaining that there was NO POSSIBILITY of ATF saying any such thing. He explained that the ONLY way possible for ATF to get involved in this arson, was if the FBI requested ATF review the case. He explained that the FBI was clearly NEVER informed of this arson, and ATF would have referred Fiumara to the FBI. Fiumara said in the article that I couldn't prove drugs were being sold out of the house. I thought I proved they were being sold out of the garage.
I called every attorney I could find, begging for help. I got the exact same response from every single one of them. "You have an open and shut case. However I have to live and work in Mohave County, so I'm sorry but, I can't help you." Some went so far as to explain to me that there was NOT one single Judge in Mohave County that would rule against Lake Havasu City Municipal Government, because of the repercussions that would definitely follow. So I had to take matters into my own hands. I started a website telling this entire story, and I was naming names and pointing the finger. To get the city's attention, I advertised the site on the largest vehicle we owned, and I spent hours and hours driving past city hall. My truck attracted a lot of attention, and I was getting hundreds of hits to my website daily.
EX "Arson" Investigator Nathan Adler
Within literally minutes of posting the first picture, Ronnie posted this photo.
When I was on T.J.'s MySpace page, I noticed a girl by the name of "Sam Hain", that was listed as one of his friends. I had seen her at the McCulloch house a few times, so I contacted her. I asked if she knew where Ronnie and T.J. were. I explained that they destroyed the house, and I was looking for them. She defended the TERRORIST brothers actions. I said and I quote, "Tell them they are playing a very dangerous game, and someone is going to get hurt". At 8:07pm just two hours after the house was set on fire, Sam Hain updated her page as well. Her headline now reads, "Game Over Bitch"!
Within a few minutes of Ronnie instructing T.J. to flee the city and a felony arson investigation, T.J. made an announcement of his own. During all of this burning of the house and going into hiding, T.J. was announcing he had a new girlfriend. I thought what an odd thing to announce with all that was happening. Then I took a closer look. I thought at that very moment I was going to have a massive heart attack. That is a picture in the left hand corner of the older daughter of the Assistant Head Coach of the Havasu Heat. He now had access to my property since he was staying in the house on the hill behind me, because the parents were out of town. The caption above her photo reads, "I like this girl....alot". I had no idea what was in store.
An ARSON was committed, the cops now believe Ronald Massey and T.J. Wilson are responsible, and the Mohave County Attorney Matthew Smith isn't sure if anything can be done about it?? REALLY??? Are you kidding me?? I knew the cops were involved from day one in this ARSON, and the cops knew they were involved from day one, but the County Attorney was apparently lied to by Havasu PD, and I had to prove it. I had a plan. Since I was posting new updates on my website constantly, the Today's News-Hearld newspaper was on standby. They hit my site many, many times a day following the fight between myself and the Lake Havasu City Municipal Government. I knew to make front page news, I had to make a bold, newsworthy move. So I filed a Notice of Claim/Notice of Complaint against Lake Havasu City. I also emailed a copy to the newspaper. I was interviewed by phone, and then the reporter interviewed Joe Fiumara and Richie Sloma.
Ex Police Captain Joe Fiumara and Ex Police Lt. Richie Sloma had NO idea the county attorney had sent me the letter above, three months earlier. Read both articles closely. Fiumara and Sloma aren't smart enough to cover up a pile of dog poop, and someone put them in charge of covering up an arson?
This is a view from our backyard. No one else around for as far as the eye can see. In the house on the hill above us, lived a husband and wife and the husband's two teenage daughters. They were our only neighbors, as well as the builders of both houses. They lived in our house for a few years prior to building the 5,000+ sq. foot house on the hill behind us. Each house and property appraised at well over a million dollars each, so this wasn't the "projects" by any stretch of the imagination. When we bought this property, it never once crossed my mind that we could be forced to become prisoners in this house, at the hands of two DOMESTIC TERRORIST brothers.
I finally got up my nerve to go through with the eviction, and I went to court and filed. I wasn't sure if the house was actually going to go up in flames, or if they were in fact, idle threats. It was a chance I had to take. I served Ronnie, T.J., Melanie, Kirsten and Brandon. They had until midnight on Jan. 19th to vacate the property, or the Sheriff's Office was going to step in and evict them from the property. On Jan. 20th at 8:00 a.m., I entered the McCulloch house. As I opened the front door and walked inside, I was met by one of the two cats left behind. These cats had been with their family for years. I immediately called animal control to come and take possession of the cats. They were left with no food or water, so I fed and watered them until they could go away. I looked at all of the damage to the living room. I went in both bedrooms and the kitchen and the damage was unimaginable.
I would be pulled over constantly for no reason other than to harass me. I owned a house on that street. I paid taxes on the house on that street. By God, I have every right to drive down that street. Now keep in mind that at this point, the city has removed the boards that were keeping T.J. out, so naturally T.J. was back in the house again. Ronnie was calling several times a day and leaving voicemail messages of his plans to burn the house if I didn't let T.J. live there until he could make other arrangements. I would take my phone to the police department and Sloma would continue to chant his Mantra, "Making threats is NOT illegal". He stated it could only be considered a threat if the brothers acted on the threats. Sloma then informed me that I couldn't prove that it was Ronnie leaving the threatening voicemail messages. I said I don't have to prove it, he stated "This is Ronnie", in the voicemail messages. Sloma said he didn't leave his last name, plus he's not the only person in the world named Ronnie!!
Remember my neighbors that lived on the hill behind us in Havasu Heights? Well, I just so happen to run into the wife one afternoon. She stated that her stepdaughter had accidentally left her social media account open on the computer, so she looked at it. She said my house was a hot topic of conversation. I flew home and got on the computer. This is what Ronnie Massey posted to T.J. Wilson. So I responded to Ronnie's post by letting both Ronnie and T.J. know that I fully intended to pursue criminal charges for the $25,000.00 in damages to the house.
Let me give a little background on these two cops and this firefighter suddenly turned "Arson Investigator", Nathan Adler. Then you know up front that the Lake Havasu City Municipal Government has a patent on CORRUPTION!! Joe Fiumara was being accused of COVERING UP THE RAPE OF A MINOR, at the exact same time he allowed the brothers to commit the ARSON of my house. Not only did Fiumara know about the ARSON plans one month prior to the actual ARSON, Fiumara then thought he was smart enough to cover up the ARSON, with the help of his crooked side kick, Richie Sloma. These two left an unbelievable paper trail proving their attempted cover-up. And the two TERRORIST brothers left an unbelievable paper trail, proving they are guilty of the ARSON of my house!!
In the same time frame that Fiumara and Sloma gave the brothers the all clear to commit the ARSON, the City Manager was making front page news for dropping his pants on more than one occasion in front of female reporters. It's true, just Google Richard Kaffenberger. The City Attorney Paul Lenkowsky was making headlines because his law license was suspended, for UNETHICAL behavior. The State Bar of Arizona vs. Paul Lenkowsky. Having a suspended law license did NOT keep Lenkowsky from practicing law on behalf of Lake Havasu City, and the city allowed him to continue working on a suspended license. So when it becomes necessary to file a Notice of Claim against the City Government, the crooked, corrupt bunch named above are the same crooked, corrupt individuals that deal with every aspect of your NOC. Just keep that in the back of your mind as you read this story.
I printed out everything Ronnie posted and headed in to Lake Havasu to the police department. Of course I was forced to deal with Sloma. I'm sure everyone has guessed by now, Sloma was "assigned to this case". He looks it all over and says it doesn't prove a thing. I said Sloma, they went so far as to put the house address in the caption. Sloma said it's just a coincidence that the numbers are the same, but the street name was never mentioned. I said are you kidding me? I left and went to the Mohave County Sheriff's office and asked them what I could do. They wanted to step in and help, but it was out of their jurisdiction. Trust me when I say, this was the longest 30 days of my life!
On Feb. 20th, exactly 30 days after legally evicting the TERRORIST brothers, and after 30 days of T.J. breaking into the house, and 30 days of Ronnie and T.J. publicly posting threats to burn the house, the house went up in flames. When I pulled up I noticed a car parked in front of the house as well as a car parked on the side of the house. I figured it was Ronnie and T.J., and I was fighting mad. I parked in the driveway and jumped out. I was going to hurt them, and I wasn't playing. All of a sudden some lady yelled to the very top of her lungs, "MOVE THAT HUMMER". I went over and yelled back, who do you think you're talking to? She pointed to the roof of the house and fire shot out sky high. I took off running. I moved the truck then I ran around back to see if I could enter the house through the sliding glass doors. I called 911 several times and so did everyone standing around watching. I was going inside that house to fight that fire myself. I remember two men grabbing me and trying to hold me back. They stated they were retired fire fighters and they didn't want me walking into a backdraft. It didn't matter how hard I fought, they would not let go. I told them that Ronnie and T.J. made threat after threat to burn the house.
Richie Sloma arrived just seconds ahead of the fire department. When the fire department arrived on the scene, the two men finally let me go. The two men immediately told Sloma that I was certain that Ronnie and T.J. started the fire. Sloma looks at me and said, is that right? Do you have any proof of that? I said you know I do. After the fire was under control, Fire Marshal Chip Shilosky walked over and introduced himself. I told him the same thing I've said the entire time, Ronnie and T.J. set the ARSON. He asked if I had proof of the threats. I said I copied all of them but they are at my house. He then introduced me to fire investigator, Nathan Adler. Chip Shilosky said he HAD to go on vacation the next day, so Nathan Adler would be handling the investigation. I asked if he was an Arson Investigator. I was told, for now. I was then told to go home and get the proof and return to the burning house. Nathan then said, before you go, where exactly were you for three hours immediately prior to the fire, and where were you when the fire started. I gave him a run down of my whereabouts. I said the last place I went was to the grocery store, and my groceries are still in the truck. Nathan immediately heads over to my truck and starts going through my grocery bags. He was checking to see how cold things were, as well as looking for the receipt. It clearly showed what time I checked out, and there was over $300.00 worth of groceries. It wasn't a 15 minute shopping trip. I was at the house until about 3:00am, until the fire was finally out. The house was set on fire about 6:00pm.
I left the McCulloch house about 3:00am and headed home. I got on the computer and got to work on the boys MySpace pages. As it turns out, the terrorist brothers made updates
Sixteen hours and 45 minutes prior to the ARSON, T.J. updated his profile headline to "KILL"!
Ronnie and T.J.'s worthless mother BARBARA DOYLE MASSEY, then instructed T.J. to "GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN"!! Then T.J.'s friend Ivy (a guy with a girl's name) offers him a place to hide out, in Oak Harbor, Washington. Ivy now lives in Kingman, AZ
For over two years I fought the Lake Havasu City Municipal Government in whatever way I could. In April of 2009, I contacted Mohave County Attorney Matthew Smith. I explained to him that I was about to start the recall process on him, since the police department he defends is so, so, so very CORRUPT. On April 14th, I received an email from Matthew Smith. He states that he doesn't have a clue who I am, nor had he EVER heard anything about an ARSON in Lake Havasu. I was at a complete loss. How could the County Attorney NOT have known? Less than 24 hours later I received a second email from Matthew Smith. His response to me on April 15th was absolutely PRICELESS!! His second email was nothing more than par for the course. He emailed copies of the two letters he mailed to me.
We owned a house in Lake Havasu. We had several dogs that had been rescued from abusive situations. As the request grew to rescue more animals, we quickly outgrew the house. We then purchased a 10 acre horse ranch 20 miles away from Lake Havasu, in Havasu Heights. The house in the left of the photo is our house. In the front right side of the photo is our horse stalls. And to the right of our house, in the center of the photo is the second house. It was the only other house around for about 2 miles.
I filed report after report with Mohave County Sheriff's Office for the months and months and months this drug out. Our house was about a mile and a half off road. The road was only accessible by a 4 wheel drive vehicle, unless you drove less than 10 miles an hour. It is not a paved road in the desert. The Sheriff's Office was 20 miles away, and most of the time they didn't have a 4 wheel drive vehicle available. So if I was forced to call them out, I would meet them a mile and a half down at the end of the paved road, and bring them on in to the house in the Hummer. Ronnie would come in from Santa Ana, Ca. and him and T.J. and a bunch of other out of control teens would camp outside our front door and start bonfires, while waiting to ambush us when we came outside.
We would sleep in shifts because the brothers were damaging our property in the late night and early morning hours. I would have to run outside at two or three in the morning, shotgun in one hand and a rifle in the other. We owned 4 vehicles and only had a three car garage, so I had no choice but to park the Hummer outside, and put the other 3 in the garage. I came out one morning and looked the Hummer over. It looked fine and I had to get into Havasu, so I got in and backed up. As I started forward and having to turn to get out of the driveway, I discovered that all of the bolts had been removed from my running boards. And more importantly, all the lug nuts had been removed from all four wheels. What a nightmare. They cut power lines to our house. Destroyed the salt water system for our swimming pool, tried repeatedly to break in, and just terrorized our lives for what seemed like an eternity.
I had the horse stalls rented out to people that needed horse boarding. I had the riding arena leased out to a company giving riding lessons. Our two properties were surrounded by hundreds of acres of BLM land, and riding horses was allowed on BLM land. The brothers then focused their attention of now making threats to burn my personal home. I was eventually forced to cancel all of my contracts and evacuate the property of all animals and people. The brothers were opening gates on the horse stalls, and letting horses out in the middle of the night. They were throwing poisoned food over the fence to our dogs.
The Mohave County Sheriff's Deputies tried their best to protect us, but let's be realistic here. There is hundreds and hundreds of acres of BLM land to hide on. Short of moving a deputy into my house, there was no way they would ever get to me in time anytime anything happened. I was on my own. We were held up in our house because it was too dangerous to leave with T.J. and his thugs lurking around. Not to mention that we knew they would break in if we left.
Because of Ronnie's constant threat to burn the house I lived in, I had the Desert Hills Fire Department come out to check the property. Because we were on private wells, the fire department would have had to get a pumper truck back to us, and chances of that happening were not good. There was not a chance at all of saving the house, if they chose to burn it as well. It wasn't something I was willing to take a chance on. They could have killed us and set the house on fire to cover it up, and no one would have known for days, or even weeks.
As soon as the parents returned home, T.J. went wherever T.J. went, because he couldn't be caught around their house. The parents despised T.J., and he was not allowed on their property. That was our one opportunity to get out and never look back. We loaded up everything we could fit in the biggest U-Haul we could rent, and we were out of there. We drove non stop 2000 miles to get somewhere we could finally feel safe. We drove to Southern Indiana, thinking we would be out of harms way. Then I get a message on social media from Timothy Joseph Wilson, Sr. Apparently he decided to defend his sons actions, then threatened to "Beat me up". I wasn't aware T.J. Wilson Sr. had a dog in that fight, but apparently he didn't think his cowardly son could actually handle himself if I got my hands on him. Sr. lived not too terribly far away in Illinois.
Trying to legally fight Lake Havasu City Municipal Government from Lake Havasu proved to be hard enough. Trying to legally fight them from 2000 miles across country was IMPOSSIBLE!
We lived in Indiana for a couple of years. I wasn't getting anywhere with the city of Lake Havasu. For 2 years the "Arson Investigation" remained an "OPEN" investigation. Ronald Massey and T.J. Wilson were NEVER questioned for vandalism, threats or ARSON. Sooooo, I filed a Notice of Clam and filed it with the city. Today's News-Herald out of Lake Havasu ran the story right on the front page. Ex Police Captain Joe Fiumara and Ex Police Lt. Richie Sloma, you two criminals deserve life without parole.
Ronald Massey also updated his profile. As you remember, his profile name was "MASSEY". On Feb. 18th, two days prior to the ARSON, he changed his profile name to....."VFD PROCESSOR RLM B.I.C.H."! Let me break it down for you. "VFD"...Volunteer Fire Department. "PROCESSOR".....In charge of the ARSON. "RLM"....Ronald Lynn Massey. "B.I.C.H.".....well, that would be me!
And last but certainly not least is Ronald Lynn Massey and Melanie Diane Serna Massey returning to the scene of the crime. In 2016 these two low lifes returned to the house that Ronnie and TJ set on fire to take a memory saving photo. Then he went out of his way to make sure he got the dated photo to me. Apparently Melanie Diane Serna Massey has some outstanding drug warrants out of Mohave Couty. Kind of risky for a photo.
We could not have asked for better neighbors. He was an assistant head coach for the Havasu Heat. The wife was well known throughout the community for her knowledge of horses. I didn't know anything at all about the two teenage daughters, other than they were his kids from another marriage.
I finally got up my nerve to go through with the eviction, and I went to court and filed. I wasn't sure if the house was actually going to go up in flames, or if they were in fact, idle threats. It was a chance I had to take. I served Ronnie, T.J., Melanie, Kirsten and Brandon. They had until midnight on Jan. 19th to vacate the property, or the Sheriff's Office was going to step in and evict them from the property. On Jan. 20th at 8:00 a.m., I entered the McCulloch house. As I opened the front door and walked inside, I was met by one of the two cats left behind. These cats had been with their family for years. I immediately called animal control to come and take possession of the cats. They were left with no food or water, so I fed and watered them until they could go away. I looked at all of the damage to the living room. I went in both bedrooms and the kitchen and the damage was unimaginable
The husband and wife traveled a lot, leaving the two teen aged daughters home alone in a house out in the middle of nowhere. The wife would call me several times while they were out of town to have me check on their house and report back to her. She would call me late at night to see if the daughters were home alone or if the house was full of kids. The two daughters and all the kids that they had over while their parents were gone, were well aware of the fact that the wife was calling me to find out what her step daughters were actually doing.
After buying this 10 acre horse ranch we had the house 20 miles down the road in Havasu that we needed to do something with. I didn't want to sell the house, I wanted to rent it out to someone that really needed a place to live and would take care of it. That's when the two TERRORIST brothers entered our lives. We knew their mother, and had for some time. She announced that she and her husband would be leaving Lake Havasu to become a burden on society in Prescott Valley, Arizona. Let's be real and call it like it is. Neither the mother or the step father had jobs. She got fired from hers and I don't know that he ever worked. She said that the step father didn't get along with her two sons, so they were not allowed to become burdens on society with them in Prescott Valley. However both of the brothers were working in construction. When I met with the brothers 3 or 4 times before I rented the house to them, they seemed like nice, hard working guys. Ronnie was 24 or 25, and T. J. was just turning 18. Ronnie had a young daughter that he saw on weekends.
I knew that the brothers didn't make a lot of money and had nothing in the way of furniture to their names. We furnished the house for them so they could buy everything else they needed for the house. To simplify matters even more, I charged the brothers $500.00 a month rent and the mortgage payment was $1,000.00 a month. We paid the other half. The rules were:
1. No one other than Ronnie Massey and T.J. Wilson were allowed to live in the house. I made it clear that they could not allow any other person to move in.
2. There was to be no remodeling of that house in any way, shape or form. Ronnie was laying tiles in new homes and he asked if he could remove the linoleum floor in the kitchen and lay tile. I had seen some of his work and he did a nice job laying tiles, so I agreed to allow him to lay tile in the kitchen only.
3. There was to be no late night parties. T.J. was in a band and I didn't want them playing their music at all hours of the night.
The brothers agreed and signed the lease. I also made a deal with the brothers for an incentive to get them to take care of the house. I told them and I put into writing that if the two of them could go one year paying their rent on time and I didn't have to chase them down, then I would sell them the house for exactly what we owed on the house, and we would carry the note for 3 years.
I had broken my knee cap and was on crutches when we bought the Heights property. We moved as much as possible to the new house and left everything else at the house the brothers were going to move in to. I fully intended to hire someone to move everything out of the old house prior to the brothers move-in date. Two weeks before they were legally entitled to move in, I went by the house to take inventory of everything that had to be moved. Before I got to the front door, I could tell someone was inside the house. I unlocked the front door and walked into the living room. Immediately to my left was the door to one of the bedrooms. I looked inside and there stood Ronnie, T.J., and Ronnie's friend Brandon. I asked how they got in. Ronnie gave me a song and dance about they came in through a window to try and help me out. They were going through our belongings and throwing it into boxes which they put in the garage. They dented a brand new $2,000.00 washer and dryer set. I was furious. I explained that was breaking and entering and I intended to pursue charges. Ronnie started crying like a crazy person. I stood and stared in disbelief. I listened to their stories of trying to help me because of my leg. I agreed not to file charges but assured them there had better not be another problem or they would be put out. They apologized and I agreed to give them the benefit of the doubt.
Move in date finally rolled around and Ronnie and T.J. showed up to the house. Right on their heels was their worthless mother. We had to buy all new furniture for the Heights house, so we decided then we would furnish the house for them. They were so happy to find out they could use the furniture. First month there were no problems. Second month.....not so much. I went over to the house to collect the rent. They walked outside and handed me the money. I knew something was up by the way they were acting. They did not want me going inside. So....I went inside. There is Brandon laid out and sound asleep on the couch, and all of his belongings in the living room. I said anyone care to explain? I listened to Ronnie's dramatic story and told him I would have Havasu PD come out right then and trespass Brandon. So I called Havasu PD. Who shows up? That crooked and corrupt side kick Lt. Richie Sloma.
I explained the situation to Sloma and told him I wanted Brandon trespassed and made to leave. Sloma tells the brothers he wants to talk to them and Brandon inside, so they go in and close the door. Sloma comes out a few minutes later and informs me that Brandon was kicked out of his house and had nowhere else to go. I informed Sloma that wasn't my problem and I wanted Brandon out now. Sloma says he's only been here a few hours and technically you can't prove he has actually moved in. I said all of his belongings are in the house. Sloma said he was invited over so you can't force him to leave. I said I beg your pardon, I want him out of my house. Sloma said, not going to happen. He said Ronnie and T.J. have a right to have guests. I said then you go back inside and tell the three of them that I will be back in an hour or so with eviction notices for all three. Sloma said no, they haven't done anything wrong and you have no grounds to evict them. I said is that a fact? I said watch me Sloma, it's my house therefore it's my rules, not yours. I returned a little over an hour later and served all three eviction notices.
As I am serving these notices, Sloma drove past the house. I drove a very large white Hummer H2, so it wasn't hard for Sloma to figure out I was there. Sloma stops and informs me that I am in fact harassing these two brothers by serving the eviction notices. I said how do you figure that? I said as a matter of fact Sloma NO ONE called you out to this house, you just passed by and decided to stop and act a fool. I said you are trespassing pal, leave my property immediately. Sloma starts laughing, which in turn got the three idiots being evicted started up. I took out my cell phone and called 911. I demanded the police chief get his butt to my house immediately because Sloma was leaving my property, one way or another!! I heard the call come over the radio and the stupid look of disbelief come across Sloma's face. Good ole' Police Chief Dan Doyle ordering Sloma to return to the police station.
That evening I got a phone call from Ronnie. He stated that Brandon had left the property and there would be no more problems. I said I was standing firm on my decision and I was going through with the eviction. After a few minutes of arguing back and forth, Ronnie informs me that he and T.J. have no where to go and no money to get a place. I explained that was not my problem, I was to my limit. Ronnie then informs me that if I do in fact go through with the eviction, he and T.J. will set the house on fire. I hung up and drove 20 something miles down the road to the police department. I explained the situation and they ordered me to have a seat, an officer would be with me soon. I sat down and waited as ordered. Finally a door opens and there stands Sloma. He said you wanted to see me? I said any one BUT you. He said oh well, I'm assigned to this case. I said what case? He said whatever it is you are here for. I explained to him that Ronnie was threatening to burn the house if I evicted them. Sloma says, "Well, making threats is NOT illegal". He said it's only illegal if he were to act on the threats. I explained to Sloma what the definition of a MORON was, then demanded to see a real cop. I walked out and told the lady behind the bullet proof glass that I needed to speak to a real cop. A few minutes later, out walks Police Captain and master of corruption, Joe Fiumara.
I explain the situation to Fiumara. He then exits the room to go and speak with Sloma. When he returns he states that Sloma is absolutely right. He explained that Ronnie wasn't intending the comment to be taken as a threat, he simply said it out of frustration of having no place to go. I said Fiumara, it is illegal in every city in every state in the United States to make threats to burn down someone's house, except Lake Havasu? He said it wasn't meant as a threat. I said I give up, I am going to talk to the Mohave County Sheriff's Office. So I head down the street to see the Sheriff's Office. I explained exactly what was taking place. The Deputy I spoke with said off the record, the Havasu PD is a really corrupt bunch, be careful and watch your back. He said the hope was the new police chief (Dan Doyle) would be able to straighten the department out. The Deputy filed a report with his office so there was a record and a paper trail in the event anything happened, but the matter was not within their jurisdiction.
At this point I wasn't sure what Sloma's beef was with me, but I knew I was headed for an uphill battle. I backed off of the eviction because I didn't want the brothers setting the house on fire, and Sloma wasn't the least bit interested in Ronnie's threats. Sometimes you have to chose your battle, and that wasn't a battle I was ready to take on. I told the brothers they had one more chance to prove themselves, but they needed to start looking for a new place to live. They assured me there would be no more issues.
To make a long story short....This went on for 10 very long months. I served seven eviction notices throughout the 10 months. Ronnie moved his girlfriend Melanie Diane Serna into the house. T.J. then moved his girlfriend Kirsten in as well. So I served everybody. Over the course of the 10 months Ronnie and T.J.'s threats went from burning the house if I evicted them, to killing us. The brothers posted their threats to burn the house and to kill us on social media, which is where these photos originated: