You can contact me directly through JPAY.com — Prison ID #353588, Arizona State Prison Complex Eyman, Browning Unit.
Name: Craig L. Jacobsen
DOB: October 23, 1970

FBI Dealings and Betrayal

The FBI is not cautious with my safety. Special Agent Taylor Hannah and Senior Special Agent James Krause actually asked me if I would feel more comfortable in the California Department of Corrections — a system known for its extreme violence, even in protective custody. They implied my life expectancy there would be short-lived.

There are rules that govern informants and cooperating witnesses, yet agents ignore them. Federal influence extends into state systems, and the methods taught to these agents already create problems with loyalty. They push me into conflict with myself. Why should I feel loyal to the FBI or the Assistant U.S. Attorney?

I can blame these groups for royally screwing me over back in 1991–1992. Their betrayal — violating trust and breaking a verbal agreement — set the stage for the harsh treatment I endured. When I was released in 1995, anger and misaligned loyalties shaped me. Yes, I killed multiple times after release. I doubt it would have happened if the government had kept its end of the bargain I made with Special Agent Kelly Thomas and Assistant U.S. Attorney Gary Montoya in Tampa, Florida.

They screwed me. So I screwed them.

Clozaril and Violence

I wasn’t thinking clearly for months after release because I was being forced on 1,200 milligrams of Clozaril daily — the most powerful psychotropic known. Then I abruptly stopped.

The result: violent, uncontrollable behavior, homicidal ideations, and overwhelming hallucinations. Later, the drug manufacturer and FDA even issued urgent warnings not to stop Clozaril suddenly, because patients became violently psychotic when doing so.

Warnings from Psychologists

Prison psychologists have made it clear: if I cooperate with the FBI and county attorney, I will either end up on death row or get a sentence I will not outlive.

I told the FBI on May 7th that I was seeking an attorney. The problem is, they cost $600 an hour with a $50,000 retainer. Special Agent Krause just shrugged — “attorneys are expensive.”

All these agents display poker faces, blunted affect. Classic signs of deception.

I asked to speak directly with an Assistant U.S. Attorney — to hammer out a deal, to understand what’s expected of me in both state and federal jurisdictions. But I’ve been denied a case number.

And I know: there will be no great deal in Phoenix. The FBI has been aware of these murders for 20 years. They waited until most of the participants were dead before “investigating.”

Cheryl Ciccone and Family

As for my former wife, Cheryl Irene Ciccone — I let her play the “battered wife” role after my 1997 arrest. The FBI agents in Los Angeles implied that if I admitted to abusing her, she would avoid murder charges and care for our infant daughter, Zoe Michelle Jacobsen (DOB: October 25, 1996).

I accepted that — the “manly” thing to do, the prisoner’s dilemma.

Zoe’s birth didn’t stress me. She was a blessing. But my thoughts became twisted. Cleaning my daughter’s diapers made me queasy. Women began to take on strange new dimensions in my mind. It made me uncomfortable and protective in ways I still can’t sort out.

Cheryl was a monster. In February 1997, she admitted she put out a contract on my life with two employees — Greg and Eric, both former Army vets. Later, when it went wrong, she demanded I kill them instead if I loved her. That was my wife.

For a long time, I felt responsible for her conduct.

Cryptosystem and My Father

One more thing: the cryptosystem. I left caliper marks on the math coprocessor chip when I tried to lift it in the FBI office. My father told me to take back pieces — to hold “hostage” for leverage.

My paranoid dad wasn’t often wrong. He believed in being slightly deviant, using blackmail if necessary.

Truth is, the FBI wants agents to be slightly deviant too — to put the screws to their targets. They are not clean. They lie, cheat, and steal on a regular basis.

I know. I worked in their office.