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If you haven't listened yet, there are two full seasons ready to catch up on, and new episodes of season three will be released weekly during the Case File break. Just search for Crime Interrupted wherever you get your podcasts. Thanks for listening and we'll see you soon. Our episodes deal with serious and often distressing incidents. If you feel at any time you need support, please contact your local crisis centre for suggested phone numbers, for confidential support, and for a more detailed list of content warnings, please see the show notes for this episode on your app or on our website. This episode was originally released on casefile's Patreon Apple Premium and Spotify Premium feeds as an early bonus for our paid subscribers. To receive these episodes early and ad free, you can support Casefile on your preferred platform at approximately 7:40pm on Sunday, April 19, 2015, 911 dispatchers in New York State received a phone call from a distressed sounding woman. Strong winds and rolling waves could be heard in the background. As the woman immediately explained, I'm in the Hudson river by the Cornwall Yacht Club. My fiance fell in the water. Can you please call anybody? The caller identified herself as Angelika. She said that she and her fiance Vincent had been kayaking back from Bannerman's island, also known as Polypel island, about 50 miles north of New York City, when Vincent's kayak capsized. He'd become separated from it and the current was pulling him south while the waves pushed Angelika in her kayak north. I can't get to him, angelika said. It's very windy and the waves are coming in. I can't paddle to him. He's getting further and further away from me. He's going to drown. Please call somebody. The dispatcher urged Anjulika to stay calm, reassuring her that help was on the way. Angelika said she could still see Vincent's head above the water, but warned that it was getting very bad. As the distance between them grew, she revealed that Vincent wasn't wearing a life jacket, but was clinging to a small, buoyant cushion from his kayak. Hold on baby. She shouted to him. As time wore on, Anjulika's panic escalated. She suddenly screamed, oh my God, I can't see him anymore. Anjulika said she could see a rescue boat approaching, but found little comfort in its arrival. I'm not worried about myself, she told the dispatcher. I'm worried about Vince. I think he drowned. I need him to be rescued. Then, without warning, the harrowing 15 minute call abruptly cut off. A civilian rescue boat from the Cornwall Yacht Club raced toward the unfolding emergency on the Hudson River. By this point the sun had almost set and the wind was picking up as a storm approached. Chilled by recent mountain snowmelt, the Hudson was a brisk 46 degrees Fahrenheit, or just under 8 degrees Celsius. Its surface was choppy with swells reaching 3 to 4ft high. As the rescuers navigated the treacherous conditions, they wondered why anyone in their right mind would have chosen to go kayaking that evening. They soon spotted 35 year old Angelika Graswold struggling in the rough frigid waters. She was bolstered by a life jacket while her red kayak drifted nearby, overturned in the waves. The rescuers pulled Angelika to safety but couldn't see anyone else in the river. Once ashore, the cold and distressed Angelika was rushed to the hospital where she was treated for hypothermia, a life threatening condition caused by exposure to cold temperatures, resulting in the body losing heat faster than it can produce it. Though visibly shaken and in shock, Anjulika was able to tell the police about the events that had taken place that day. Kayaking on the Hudson was a springtime tradition for herself and her 46 year old fiance, Vincent Viafor the It was their mutual love for outdoor adventure that had partly drawn the pair together in the first place. Vincent, known to his friends as Vince or Vinnie, grew up by the Hudson river and had a deep love for all things water related, be it fishing, swimming or water sports. Vincent had taken up kayaking with his first wife, a hobby they'd enjoyed together until their amicable split. His passion for the sport remained and he continued to hone his skills over the years, with the Hudson river becoming one of his favourite places to paddle. Angelika had grown up in Latvia, where her childhood was defined by camping, volleyball, swimming and fishing. Like Vincent, she was a seasoned kayaker and the two hit the water so frequently that they kept their kayaks in their living room. Angelika told the police that she and Vincent were nursing hangovers that Sunday, but the unseasonably warm weather convinced them to squeeze in their first kayaking trip of the season. While they knew a storm was forecast for later that night, they fully intended to finish their outing before then. Their plan was to kayak to Bannerman's island, which was named after the ruins of an abandoned military surplus warehouse built there in 1901. The uninhabited island, which was roughly 1,000ft from the river's eastern shore, was only accessible by boat and off limits to visitors outside scheduled tours. Due to the fragile and hazardous condition of the ruins, however, Angelika was intimately familiar with the area. For the past three years she had volunteered as a gardener with the island's preservation society. She tended to the island every Wednesday and had formed close friendships with its caretakers. She adored its natural beauty and rich, ornate history. Its crown jewel, the remnants of the Scottish inspired Bannerman's Castle, reminded her of the architecture in Latvia. Despite the restrictions on visiting the island, Angelika and Vincent ventured out there anyway. Angelika said she showered as Vincent packed their car with their kayaks, two 8 foot 6 Clearwater affinities. Both were Fusion 124 models, hers red, his blue. Angelika's kayak was stored inside the vehicle while Vincent's was strapped to the roof. They set off from their apartment in the riverside city of Poughkeepsie and drove 30 minutes south to their destination, stopping at a fast food restaurant for a quick bite along the way. It was a little after 4pm when the couple launched their kayaks from Plum Point park, located on the eastern shore of the Hudson River. The water was calm, although colder than they anticipated. Angelika took her purse with her cell phone, while Vincent brought a waterproof bag containing a camera and a couple of beers. According to Angelika, neither of them typically wore a life jacket, but this time Vincent convinced her to wear hers. He didn't own one, so he went without. The journey to Bannerman's island was expected to take 30 to 45 minutes at a moderate pace. As they paddled, the couple admired the scenic beauty of the Hudson Valley, with Breakneck Ridge to the east and Storm King Mountain to the west. Bannerman's Castle, with its lush garden surroundings, provided the perfect backdrop for a photo shoot the couple had planned that day. Angelika was an avid nature photographer, and Vincent shared her love for capturing special moments. They were considering using the island for their upcoming wedding photos. The trip to the island was smooth and uneventful. Once there, they pulled their kayaks ashore and climbed the stairs to explore the castle ruins. They had originally planned a sexy photoshoot featuring Angelika in lingerie, fishnet stockings and heels, but the unexpectedly cold temperature caused them to rethink the idea of. Instead, they wandered around, enjoyed their beers, and took candid photos of one another. Their initial plan was to paddle around to the other side of the island, but as the sun began to set, they decided to head back to the mainland instead. By the time they were halfway across the river, the tide had shifted and the forecasted storm was rolling in. The growing wind and waves made the return trip far more strenuous. Vincent remained upbeat as he paddled ahead of Angelika, navigating the rolling waves with his usual playful spirit. Baby, this is an adventure of a lifetime. He called out. But Angelika's concerns were mounting. The waves were splashing into the cockpit of Vincent's kayak, causing it to flood and ride lower in the water. His kayak became increasingly unstable, and he struggled in the rough conditions. Suddenly, Vincent's kayak flipped, throwing him into the cold, dark water. Angelika watched in horror as he clung to his kayak and its buoyant seat cushion. Just hold on. Angelika yelled as she grabbed Vincent's wayward paddle from the river and secured it to her own kayak. She tried to paddle toward him, but the gusty wind and choppy waves kept pushing them further apart. Though Vincent was athletic and a strong swimmer, the powerful current and icy water made it difficult for him to stay afloat. I don't think I am going to make it. He shouted. Unwilling to imagine the alternative, Angelika replied with optimism. What are you talking about? You're going to make it, of course. Vincent watched on as Angelika fought a losing battle to reach him. Soon he lost contact with his sinking kayak and was left clinging only to the small seat cushion. Realising the gravity of the situation, he yelled at Angelika to call 911. While Angelika was speaking to the operator, she too was thrown into the water, losing her cell phone into its icy depth as she went. Her life jacket kept her afloat, but she had lost sight of Vincent entirely. The police sympathised with Angelika as the search for her fiance intensified. While she expressed hope that Vincent might still be alive, the authorities weren't as certain. In addition to not wearing a life jacket, Vincent hadn't been dressed in appropriate outerwear, such as a dry or wetsuit to help him endure the cold river. The temperature of the water that evening was low enough to trigger a cold shock response, a sudden and involuntary reaction that would have caused Vincent to lose control of his breathing. Exacerbated by panic, he would have begun hyperventilating, taking rapid, shallow breaths and exhaling more air than he inhaled. This would have left him feeling dizzy, light headed and short of breath while making him weak and confused. Within minutes of being in the water, Vincent's body temperature would have dropped below 95 degrees Fahrenheit or 35 degrees Celsius, putting him at risk of hypothermia. As his core temperature plummeted, Vincent's heart, nervous system and other organs would have functioned less efficiently. Even if Vincent had been trained in self rescue techniques or if Angelika had been able to assist him, the situation would have been incredibly difficult to manage. Once Vincent was separated from his kayak, reuniting with it would have been almost impossible. As the owner of a Hudson river kayaking company explained, whatever is in the water is going to go with the current, and whatever is on the water will go with the wind. In other words, the current would have dragged Vincent in one direction while the wind pushed his kayak in another. As hypothermia set in, numbing Vincent's extremities and slowing his movements. He would have become sluggish, drowsy and lethargic. Save for a miracle, it was highly likely that Vincent Viafor had drowned. By daybreak on Monday, April 20, approximately 12 hours had passed since the accident and there was still no sign of Vincent in the Hudson River. In what would become the worst phone call of her life, Vincent's mother, Mary Ann, received the devastating news of her son's disappearance. Vincent's absence was immediately felt by his loved ones as the life of the party. Vincent was the centre of attention with his fun loving, big hearted personality. He was quick to help others and always made people smile. With one friend remarking, you couldn't find anyone who would say a bad word about Vincent. Vincent's friendly, carefree disposition had earned him a large group of lifelong friends whom he saw most weekends at one of the many bars along Poughkeepsie's main street. There he entertained onlookers with his dancing, karaoke and billiard skills. It was at one of these bars in September 2013, that he had first met Angelica Graswold. Angelika had arrived in the United States 13 years prior at the age of 20, seeking travel and new experiences. She initially took up work as a nanny, but caring for three young children proved overwhelming and she quit after six months. What was only supposed to be a one year visit turned into an indefinite stay as Angelika grew enamoured with America and became a permanent resident. Over the next decade, she worked various jobs, studied and dated until she met Vincent Viafor. According to those who witnessed their romance, it was love at first sight. The couple seems like a perfect match. In addition to their shared love of the outdoors, Vincent and Angelika were both outgoing and enjoyed a vibrant social life. They had both been married twice before and neither had children. After dating for three weeks, Angelika moved into Vincent's Poughkeepsie rental apartment. She quit her job as a bartender to focus on her photography and to volunteer on Bannerman's Island. Five months later, Vincent proposed to her with an onion ring from a hibachi grill. Despite the whirlwind pace of their relationship, Vincent's friends could see that he was seriously committed to Angelika. For the first time in his life, he spoke about wanting children. He was also learning Angelika's native language and even travelled to Latvia to meet her family. Upon greeting Angelika's mother, Vincent said, hi Mum, before embracing her warmly. Anjulika's family adored Vincent immediately telling her, he's one of ours. During this time, Vincent posted a photo online of him and Anjulika kissing on a balcony at sunset with the caption, the wedding's going to be in Europe on the Baltic Sea, but we plan to do a Hudson river cruise party with whatever friends want to party with us. The couple were rarely apart on Saturday, April 18, 2015. The evening before their fateful kayaking trip, Vincent and Anjulika went out drinking with friends. As the night wore on, Vincent wanted to keep partying, but Angelika, who had grown quiet and withdrawn, suggested they call it a night and head home. Vincent eventually agreed. Before they left, he looked out over the Hudson river and casually remarked to one of his friends that he wanted to go kayaking. What are you crazy? His friend replied. Knowing the river was choppy and cold, his friend cautioned, you can't go in the water. Don't even think about it. But Vincent, ever the free spirit and adventurer, couldn't be talked out of anything. Casefile will be back shortly. Thank you for supporting us by listening to this episode's sponsors.
