Perfectly Executed

Perfectly Executed

Perfectly Executed

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THEY WERE YOUNG. THEY WERE SMART — OFTEN TO THE POINT OF ARROGANCE. BUT WERE THEY KILLERS?

Investigative correspondent Peter Van Sant draws on penetrating interviews and extensive research to unravel a controversial case from TV's 48 Hours Mystery — the two gifted college students charged with murdering one of their families in cold blood.

Bellevue, Washington: Early on a serene summer evening, neighbors heard a muffled commotion from inside the home of a quiet Muslim family, newcomers to the wealthy Seattle suburb. It wasn't until well after midnight that Atif Rafay and his best friend, Sebastian Burns, entered the Rafay house to find Atif's parents fatally bludgeoned, and his sister clinging to life. Despite airtight alibis and a dearth of evidence, the boys quickly emerged as suspects — and sealed their fate when they headed to Canada. After a six-year extradition battle that went all the way to Canada's Supreme Court, they were returned to the U.S. — in a twisting case involving an elaborate sting operation; a damaging screenplay; a shattering surprise witness; and the shocking discovery of one of the boys having sex with his female attorney in prison. Were Atif Rafay and Sebastian Burns falsely accused? Or was this unspeakable crime PERFECTLY EXECUTED?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781416545316
Publisher: Pocket Star
Publication date: 08/28/2007
Series: 48 Hours Mystery Series
Pages: 400
Product dimensions: 4.19(w) x 6.75(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Peter Van Sant is a CBS News correspondent for 48 Hours and previously an international correspondent for the CBS Evening News, Public Eye with Bryant Gumbel, and Street Stories with Ed Bradley. He is a four time Emmy Award winner and a recipient of a Columbia Dupont Award, two Overseas Press Club Awards, three RTNDA Edward R. Murrow awards, the Sigma Delta Chi award, an American Women in Radio and Television Award, and The Golden Word, Russia's highest television news award. Van Sant was also a producer and writer for the documentary film Three Days In September about the Beslan, Russia school massacre, which premiered at the 2006 Tribeca Film Festival. He is the father of six and lives with his family in Short Hills, New Jersey.

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A Quiet Cul-de-Sac

Sultana Rafay couldn't have been happier than at this moment. It was the early evening of July 12, 1994, and Sultana had just gently laid out her Muslim prayer rug in the family room of her new home in Bellevue, Washington, an affluent suburb right outside Seattle. She had so many gifts for which to thank God: Her husband, Tariq, a gifted structural engineer and bridge builder, had recently started a new, $59,000-a-year job as a project manager with Alpha Engineering. Her nineteen-year-old son, Atif, a brilliant student and in many ways her best friend, had just finished his freshman year at Cornell University and was home for the summer. She loved spending time with Atif, discussing classic literature and philosophy. She wished that Atif would join her in prayer, but understood that, for now, her son didn't share the family's love of Islam. In fact, Atif had told his parents that he didn't believe in Islam. The three had held spirited discussions at times about religion, but Sultana thought Atif was just going through a phase. With time, she believed, that would change. Sultana and Tariq were devout Sunni Muslims and had long been active in religious and cultural events.

Also at home was the Rafays' twenty-year-old daughter, Basma, who since birth had needed special attention. Sultana was happy that Basma seemed to be adjusting well to hernew neighborhood.

The Rafays' new home was in the Somerset section of Bellevue, a postcard-perfect community of contemporary houses built among tall Douglas fir and western red cedar trees that, on this cloudless summer evening, cut jagged silhouettes against the deepening blue sky. The Rafay home sat at the top of a cul-de-sac, with large living room windows that looked out at the houses below. Sultana felt as if she was on top of the world.

Even though it was after 9 P.M., the soft summer daylight was only slowly yielding to darkness. Nearly everyone in this peaceful, hilly neighborhood had settled in for the night. It was so quiet; neighbors said you could hear the slightest sound, from a door closing inside a home to someone walking across a driveway.

Sultana was a devoted mother. Her smooth face was dominated by her big brown eyes and radiant smile. She looked younger than her fifty-six years. Sultana had met her husband while earning a master's degree in nutrition at Colorado State University in Fort Collins. They had quickly fallen in love. Tariq had written poetry for her, a loving tradition he continued throughout their marriage. Once her children were born, Sultana had decided to become a stay-at-home mom. She prided herself on her dedication to her children and on running a well-organized household. It bothered her that there were still moving boxes around her that had not yet been unpacked. Scattered on the window ledge in front of her were half a dozen books and some business files. Perhaps tomorrow she would finish tidying up the family room.

Upstairs in the master bedroom, Tariq had put on his long-sleeved blue pajamas and turned in for the night. He was in his usual sleeping position -- lying flat on his back in their queen-sized bed. With his head comfortably positioned between two pillows, Tariq was sound asleep. It was a warm evening, so he had left the covers at the foot of the bed. Like Sultana, Tariq was fifty-six. He was a slender man of medium height whose face bore the constant serious look of scientific intensity. He had a large, bulblike nose and dark eyes that were underlined with brownish folds, the permanent markings left from a childhood of poverty in his native Pakistan and years of hard work in Canada and the United States. Tariq was known as a solemn man, but at home he had a dry sense of humor. Where others might not get the joke, Sultana would often break an awkward moment with a giggle. She was her husband's best audience. But on the night of July 12, 1994, Tariq wasn't in a mood for jokes. After a week of long workdays that often stretched into the evenings, Tariq was using his Saturday night to catch up on his rest.

Down the hall, Basma was in her room, getting ready for bed. She had laid out the clothes she planned to wear the next day on the clean carpet between her bed and closet. Atif wasn't home. He had left the house earlier in the evening with his best friend from high school, Sebastian Burns, who was also on summer vacation, from Capilano College in North Vancouver, British Columbia. Both boys had graduated from West Vancouver High School in June of 1993. Sebastian had been staying at the Rafays' for several days, visiting Atif. The boys left the house around 8:30 P.M., planning to eat, take in a showing of The Lion King at a local cineplex, and then go hang out in downtown Seattle.

Back in the Rafay family room, Sultana, dressed in a traditional Pakistani abaya and flip-flop sandals, finished smoothing out the wrinkles of her prayer rug. She took off her reading glasses and placed them on the carpet, just above her right shoulder. Sultana paused for a moment, taking several deep breaths to focus her concentration. She then slowly kneeled down and began to pray.

As she softly mouthed her words of thanks to God, Sultana never knew who suddenly ended her life with a crushing blow to the back of her head with an aluminum baseball bat. She rolled to one side, with blood from her fractured skull flowing onto her prayer rug and the family room carpet. The killer then made sure. He smashed her skull in exactly the same spot again.

Whoever delivered these merciless strikes stood by Sultana's lifeless body and had an unexpected moment of compassion or shame. The murderer placed a silk scarf across Sultana's bloody face and head.

The killer quickly moved on to the next target. He seemed to know exactly where to go. Blood drops left a red trail from Sultana's body to the stairs. He made his way upstairs, then down the lighted hallway to the master bedroom. He crept in undetected. Tariq was still asleep in his cotton summer pajamas, still faceup on the left side of the bed, with his right arm lying gently across his chest. His left hand was touching Sultana's pillow. Taking aim, the killer raised his bloody bat high and delivered a perfect deathblow to Tariq's forehead. Forensic experts later determined that this first strike must have killed Tariq, because they believe he never moved. There were no defensive wounds on his arms or hands.

But whoever did this wasn't satisfied with his efficient kill. He raised the bat again and again, pulverizing Tariq's head. Blood spatter and brain matter flew in all directions and would later be found on every wall of the room, and even the ceiling. It was as though a balloon full of blood had exploded.

After his murderous frenzy with Tariq, the killer stepped back into the hallway. Small drops of blood showed that he now quickly made his way down the hall toward the last surviving member of the Rafay family, Basma. The killer must have been running -- the blood drops had a forward smear, a pattern that resembled paint being thrown from an artist's brush. Basma was awake. God only knows what she had heard and what it must have been like to wait behind her bedroom door for the monster to enter.

Breathing heavily, frozen with fear, she must have watched the doorknob turn.

Copyright © 2007 by CBS Broadcasting Inc.



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Table of Contents

Introduction A Perfect Murder

PART I

THE CRIME

1. A Quiet Cul-de-Sac

2. Sounds in the Night

3. Best of Friends

4. The Discovery

5. Help Arrives

6. So Many Questions

7. Ask Us Anything

8. We Have Alibis

9. Suspicions Grow

10. Sebastian's Turn

11. Homecoming

PART II

THE SUSPECTS

12. A Professional Hit

13. Exhausted and Dazed

14. Leopold and Loeb

15. Parting Words

16. Convinced Canadians

17. The Great Despisers

18. Too Good

19. Perchance We Meet

20. Crossing the Line

21. Show Me the Money

22. Raising the Stakes

23. Dead Serious

24. One of the Most Intelligent People in the World

25. A Turning Point

26. Crime Is Cool

27. A Wild Hair

28. A Bullet in My Head

29. Tell Me Anything

30. An Old Man

31. A Scene to Remember

32. The Straight Goods

33. "You Do It Naked"

34. "What's the Highest IQ Possible?"

35. The Code

36. "I'm Flattered by Your Attention"

37. "I Think of It as a Sacrifice"

38. "He's Just Being Clever"

PART III

THE TRIAL

39. "Good Morning, Boys"

40. The Fight Begins

41. A Defense Begins

42. Meeting Sebastian

43. "The Role of Second Fiddle"

44. A Shocking Delay

45. The Dream Team

46. A Case Hangs in the Balance

47. Roll the Tape

48. Betrayed

49. "No Going Back"

50. "I Think They Are Capable of Doing Anything"

51. "This Is Going to Be a War"

52. Sebastian Tells His Story

53. The Cross

54. A Recycled Alibi?

55. Hubris Did Them In

56. The Road to Hell

57. The Wait

58. The Verdict

59. The Aftermath

Epilogue

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