Chapter 92 Section 11

For the Los Angeles police, this was originally a very simple and straightforward case. At 3:20 a.m. on Thursday, July 7, 1983, a thin, tall, sandy-haired young white man walked into the North Hollywood Police Station and said to duty officer Keith Wong, "I just killed a guy. " "Say it again." Officer Wang couldn't believe his ears.I have been a policeman for seven years, and I have seen a lot of people who are tortured into tricks, but it seems that I have never heard of people who do not beat themselves up. "I just killed a man," the man repeated. "She's in Block D, 4171 Cofax Road. I didn't close the door. Tell your people to watch out for that doberman."

Officer Wang still couldn't believe it.He subconsciously glanced at the hands of the visitor, bare hands.Looking at his body again, the thin light blue cotton satin shirt was clean, without a trace of blood, and it couldn't hide the guy. The man looked calm and serious, as if he was joking.Officer Wang put handcuffs on him, locked him in the back room, and when he came back, he passed by the homicide office and poked his head: "Hey, you don't believe me..." Police officer Wang first sent a few patrolmen to "go to the scene to see if there is such a thing", and it really did.The policemen reported in detail: the door was not closed, exactly as the surrender said.The short-haired dog was there too, but it was taken away without any trouble.The lights in the house were dim, and packed boxes, furniture, etc. were piled up everywhere, as if they were about to move, but the patrolmen followed the rules and did not dare to turn on the headlights, only using flashlights.Several water pipes were pouring water, probably because the walls were thin, and the perpetrator was afraid of disturbing the neighbors.

On the large Simmons bed in the master bedroom on the second floor, a young woman was lying on her back, wearing a yellow T-shirt, bikini bottoms, ten toenails "dyed red like fire", and a baseball bat across her waist.At first glance, there seemed to be no blood around. The leader, Sergeant Miller, took the pulse of the woman. "There is no pulse," he told the other two in the same group, "but the body is still warm. Call an ambulance!" The emergency personnel carried the stretcher upstairs and moved the woman, only to find that her head had been completely sunken, and the precious thin woolen blanket with silver-gray satin edge "Pula" embroidered with the owner's initials "V·M·" was under her body. Tessie" was drenched in blood.

Emergency responders turned back into the car, pulled a black body bag from under the seat, went upstairs, and stuffed the woman whole inside. At 5:10, while it was still dark, Homicide Detective Jay Rousey interrogated the suspect, the man who surrendered two hours earlier. "My name is Marvin Pancaster. I was born on November 13, 1949. I am 33 years old. I have been arrested twice for traffic accidents...you don't need to read it. I know the Monanda Rights Statement. Sign and waive the right to remain silent, if you have anything to say, feel free to ask.” Jie asked a question, and Marvin answered ten sentences. He talked endlessly, rambling, and didn't get to the point. Wakes up in the middle of the night and picks up a bat and sticks people to death, right? ... Again, please tell me, how did it all start? Like, how did you two meet? "

"I met Witty in 1979, so far..." "So the dead man's name is Vitty? Vitty what?" "Witi Morgan. I've known Witty Morgan for three years, no, almost four. You haven't heard of her? She really has a background, and it was on TV and on the front pages of all the papers, Because Ofili was a member of Reagan's private cabinet (Kitchen cabinet)..." "You mean, Ophelia Bloomingdale?" "That's right." Marvin's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands and turned around, so excited that he couldn't control himself. "You mean, the heir to 'Bloomingdale's? The inventor and founder of the credit card? President Ronald Reagan's foreign adviser?  …"

When Jie asked, Marvin nodded like a chicken pecking at rice with a "hmm".Cutting the conversation again: "At this time last year, she filed a lawsuit against him, and just before Ofili died, she asked him to pay 5 million US dollars in 'cohabitation allowance'..." txt electronic book sharing platform