Real Crime Murder Mysteries - 4th Edition 2022

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What drives a person to commit murder? And why do some
murders remain unsolved despite promising evidence and all
the efforts of investigators? There are some murders that will
stay in the public consciousness forever. Not because of their
gruesome nature, their high body counts, or their despicable
perpetrators, but because they are unsolved years after the
crime was committed. The identity of Jack the Ripper – the
man "from Hell" – is still a mystery and debated over today,
more than a hundred years after the Whitechapel murders
took place. More recently, the world still wonders what sick
individual committed the Zodiac killings and sent taunting
cryptograms to the press. Will the killer of beloved nun, Sister
Cathy Cesnik, ever be identified? And who sent Chicago into
a state of panic after it was discovered that Tylenol tablets
were tampered with, containing enough cyanide to kill?
Murder Mysteries is packed with crime scene photos, maps
of killers’ hunting grounds and presents the evidence for you
to examine. The world’s most notorious unsolved murders are
featured within these pages. Can you solve these crimes?
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CONTENTS
08 WHO BUTCHERED THE 84 T HE MYSTERIOUS MAN
BLACK DAHLIA? OF SOMERTON BEACH
In 1947, Elizabeth Short became Secret codes, hidden phone
the most famous unsolved numbers and a Russian spy ring
murder victim in Los Angeles
92 R OMANCE IS DEAD
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18 THE LONG ISLAND Why couldn’t police stop the
SERIAL KILLER Monster of Florence?
By sheer chance, police unearthed
a mass of unmarked graves along 100 T HE CABIN IN THE
Long Island’s Gilgo Beach WOODS MURDERS
The gruesome discovery of three
26 WHO KILLED THE
battered bodies and a missing
GORILLA LADY? child at a holiday park
Dian Fossey would give anything
108 WHO KILLED SISTER
to protect the gorillas she studied
CATHY CESNIK?
– including her life
A murder that exposed a
34 THE HIGHWAY OF TEARS shocking church scandal and
cover up
Since 1969 vulnerable women
and teens have been murdered 118 D IAGNOSIS RIPPER
along a stretch of highway
Was the Whitechapel Ripper a
medical man?
42 THE CHICAGO
TYLENOL MURDERS
126 WHO SHOT JILL 34
On one infamous day in 1982,
DANDO?
Chicago was plunged into a state
of panic Was it a jealous ex-boyfriend,
an undercover criminal out for
50 THE I-70 KILLER revenge, or a maniac fan?
Over 30 terrible days in 1992 a
134 THE GOLDEN
killer stalked the I-70
STATE KILLER
58 STUFFED INTO THE Between 1976 and 1986,
WYCH ELM a maniac was raping and
murdering suburbanites
Who was the brunette brutally
stuffed inside a hollow tree? 144 A SSASSINATION OF
OLOF PALME
66 WHO SHOT TUPAC?
Prime Minister Olof Palme was
Still no one has been convicted of
gunned down in the middle of
Tupac Shakur’s murder
the street
74 WHO IS THE 152 COLD HEART OF THE
ZODIAC KILLER? MOUNTAIN KILLER 42
Not since Jack the Ripper has a A family on holiday became
killer captured the imagination of the victims of an unexplained
the public with his terrible deeds massacre in the mountains
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On Wednesday 15 January 1947, young mum Betty Bersinger
pushed her three-year-old daughter in a pram down South
Norton Avenue, in the south-west Los Angeles suburb of
Leimert Park. It was mid-morning, around 10.30am or so.
One side of the street was scrubland and empty lots, the other
side houses. Building had been postponed by the war but was
all set to begin again. Between 39th and Coliseum Streets,
mere inches from the pavement, a pale figure laid out on the
wet grass came into view. It looked like a discarded shop
mannequin from a department store. It was in two pieces,
close together. But flies swarmed and there was something
about the whiteness of the mannequin that Bersinger found
disturbing. Then, she saw the face and the savage injuries; the
eight-centimetre cuts along the cheeks, tearing the flesh into
a gory smile. Bersinger crossed the road and went to call the
police. The first house she ran to, there was nobody home. So
she ran to the next one, a doctor’s residence. Bersinger was
so distraught she forgot to give her name to the operator. The
patrol car dispatcher called it in as a 390 – a possible drunk.
Also listening to the call were reporters on radios dialled
into the LAPD bands. Anything that promised a story was
checked out. What they found stunned them all. It also struck
LAPD and journalists as quite incredible that nobody had
found Short’s bisected body before 10.30am.
beth short in tinsel town
Hollywood is the place where ambitions of ‘making it’ are
ABOVE The Black Dahlia’s mutilated body was found out in the open by young mum Betty Bersinger
stymied by reality. For every Lana Turner or Rita Hayworth
there were thousands of Lana Nobodies and Rita Wannabes.
Line upon line of girls and boys stepped off Greyhound
buses at Los Angeles bus station from all across the land.
Big dreams and sunshine sustained them for a few months,
until it no longer could. Hollywood then – as it is today – was
brimming with dreamers. Sure, they might have won their
hometown’s beauty pageants, but it isn’t enough to launch
a career. Star quality is unique and manufactured from raw
material: you’ve either got it or you haven’t. Elizabeth Short
didn’t, but there’s nothing to suggest she ever seriously
pursued fame. Short, depending on who is telling the tale,
recalls Faye Greener, the bit part player and daydreaming
fantasist from Nathaniel West’s The Day Of The Locust
(1939), a satirical novel about desperate and deluded citizens
living their lives on the fringes of the picture business.
Then there are those in power who prey on the
weaknesses of others. Like great white sharks prowling the
coastline of California, they spot an easy meal and make a
game of it. For the story is the same today as it was back
then: a wide-eyed girl new in town would meet a guy who
knew a guy who knew another guy who was friends with
somebody at a studio. Maybe, just maybe, they could work
something out. No matter if this ‘contact’ was employed in
the mail room on the lowest rung of the ladder, it was still
something. If a girl was really good-looking, chances are
they’d be spotted on a street corner by a slimeball agent
or producer sensing an opportunity to bed a dame. It was
sport, a dalliance to fuel their egos and abuse their positions
of power. They were not on the lookout for a new Carole
Lombard. Mr Sleaze would talk up her chances of a screen-
ABOVE Forensics took soil samples from the basement at George Hodel’s Sowden House in Hollywood where four test with their movie idol, or the ‘lucky girl’ would be rushed
markers determined human scent at places where Buster the cadaver dog had been sniffing to a casting couch in an executive’s bungalow on the studio
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