On November 11, 1988, police finally found the source of the stench that had hovered for so long over Puente’s boarding house: The bodies of seven of her missing boarders buried in the yard. The sweet-faced, grandmotherly lady with “sewer problems” had been getting away with murder for years.
Antwane Burrise of Stockton, California, a convicted felon on searchable probation, found out the hard way that there are some things you just don’t want cops to find in your possession when you’re passed-out drunk behind the wheel of your car with the engine running. A fully loaded AK-47, for example.
Sentenced to death on November 5, 1993, for the murders of six women, this San Diego-area serial killer with a stabbing fetish liked attacking his victims in the shower, just like Norman Bates in the horror film Psycho.
With a name like Daisy Cowit, it’s probably inevitable that she would eventually have a cow encounter, but not necessarily a 50-cow encounter with the cows hitting the front end of her car all at once.
A collaboration between a sociology professor and a town police department has resulted in a computer model that seems to be accurately predicting where crimes will happen next.
A Halloween attack in California’s wine country leaves two housemates dead and a killer on the loose. No one suspected that he was mingling with the mourning relatives, consoling them and attending candlelight memorials.
Dan Rather has an interesting post today on Huffington Post talking about illegal pot farms in Northern California. He goes on a ride-along with a raid of one of the farms growing “super-mega-steroid marijuana plants” that grow as high as 15 feet. Rather describes finding foreign criminals operating giant-scale pot farms illegally, often on public [...]
On October 22, 1998, Tamez spent the early part of the afternoon soliciting sex from truckers at the intersection of 6th and D in Victorville, Calif. After several hours she got her first response when a man in a large, black truck pulled up and propositioned her. Following a brief conversation, Tamez got into the truck and drove off with the man toward the highway. It would be her last trick.
On October 19, 1970, a fire at a wealthy California doctor’s home led authorities to one of the most gruesome mass murders since the Manson murders. Scared hippies pointed police towards hermit and environmental nut John Linley Frazier. His motive? To wreak vengeance on those who rape the environment and restore the natural beauty of the hillside where the doctor’s luxury home once stood.
Police said they smelled meth and got a warrant, but there was no meth, just an old man and his wife, and now the man is dead, unjustly, according to his widow.