Wilder dumped several articles, such as his camera, suitcase and things he'd taken from the victims, and then drove into New Hampshire. At a service station in Colebrook about 12 miles from the Canadian border, he drew the attention of two state troopers. They looked at him as he stood talking to the attendant and thought he looked like the man on the FBI posters, videos on television and reports. His tan indicated he wasn't from around there. The troopers pulled in and got out of their car. They called out to him, and he dove inside the vehicle, apparently going for a gun. In the scuffle, one trooper, Leo Jellison, jumped on his back, grabbing for the .357 magnum, and two shots were fired. One went through Wilder into the troopers chest lodging his liver. The second went into Wilders heart, obliterating it. He died on the spot. It was Friday the 13th, it had been 47 days since the first reported disappearance and he had spent twenty-six days on the run. His luck had just run out.