On the Edge
Robert Fisher always said he’d never do to his kids what his own parents had done to him. It turns out he would do far worse. A health care technician who lived in Scottsdale, Arizona, with his wife and two children, Fisher appeared to be a loving family man. In fact, “he showed a different personality to everybody,” according to Bob Caldwell, an FBI special agent in Phoenix. Fisher’s closest buddies came to know a guy who could be arrogant and oddly aggressive—thinking it hilarious to point his gun right at them during hunting trips.Within the family, Fisher was dominating and, at times, abusive. While fishing one day with his children, he threw the younger one out of the boat and laughed as the terrified boy, who could barely swim, thrashed about in the water.
It was a mean streak that threatened to tip into real violence—and finally did on an April night in 2001.
In the preceding months, Fisher’s wife, Mary, had come to suspect her husband was having an affair with a co-worker and told friends she planned to leave him. The possibility of a broken marriage alarmed Fisher, whose mother had left home, leaving him with a harsh stepmother. That led to his longtime vow that he would never allow his own kids to be put through a divorce.
On April 9, Fisher finished his shift at work and took his daughter to a National Junior Honor Society induction ceremony. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary—until later in the evening, when the Fishers fought so loudly that neighbors could hear the shouting.
Then, in the early predawn hours, there was a sudden explosion and the Fishers’ house burst into flames. In the charred remains, firefighters eventually discovered three bodies amid pools of blood. It was Mary and the children, each with a slit throat. Mary had also been shot in the head. Elsewhere in the wreckage, firefighters found that the water heater’s gas line had been unhooked, a candle put on a nearby table, and accelerant poured down a hallway.
What firefighters and police didn’t find at the site was a fourth body. Robert Fisher had not died with his family. Nor was there any sign of his stainless steel revolver, his hunting rifles or even one item of his clothing. All seemed to have disappeared from the house before the explosion.
Fisher failed to show up at work the next day, or any day after. Scottsdale homicide detectives got to work and, ten days later, found Mary’s SUV on a dirt road about 150 miles away, in an area where Robert often went hunting. Beneath the vehicle lay the Fishers’ dog, who’d been huddled there for two or three days. Police thought Fisher had planned the murders but probably carried them out sooner than he’d intended.
Now, six and a half years later, the FBI still has no leads. A man once called the Bureau to say that his daughter’s new boyfriend fit Fisher’s description. The guy had a scar on his lower back, just like Fisher did, and was missing a tooth in the same spot where Fisher has a prominent gold filling. It could have been the fugitive’s double, but it turned out not to be Fisher himself.
Fisher could be living anywhere. “Wherever he is, I guarantee that he’s going out hunting and fishing,” says Agent Caldwell. “He’ll also be looking for female companionship.”
The most important thing, Caldwell advises, is to call local police if you think you’ve spotted him. “That’s the best way to get law enforcement on the scene quickly. We can’t afford to lose him.”


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