Read Dead by Sunset: Perfect Husband, Perfect Killer? Online
Authors: Ann Rule
Tags: #General, #Murder, #Social Science, #True Crime, #Criminology
at once, begging her to come home and be with him.
And she had moved
heaven and earth to go to him.
Of course, he had loved his father
deeply, and he detested his ex-wife, but even so.
Sara and Brad talked for five or six minutes, as she tried to
assimilate the fact that Cheryl was dead.
Brad said he didn't know how
Cheryl had died, the police hadn't been specific but they had said it
wasn't in a traffic accident.
Finally, he hung up, and Sara's hand
trailed down the phone.
She sat, leaden, wondering what on earth could have happened.
And then
Sara simply had to call Brad back.
In some way.s she and Brad had had
such a strange weekend, they had even had an uncharacteristic squabble
on the phone the night before.
Earlier, Brad had said something about
Cheryl that was almost unbelievable.
"Brad had told me Friday
nightþwhen we picked up the boysþthat Cheryl and her mother were
planning to poison him," Sara remembered.
"He had told me that
beforeþthat he had listened in on their phone conversation while they
plotted against him .
.."
Sara had never known Brad to be frightened of anything beforeþ except
for the safety of his children.
Now she had to find out more.
She
called Brad back.
There was something she had to ask him.
She hoped
he wouldn't be hurt or angry, but she was aware that the rage between
Brad and Cheryl had escalated tremendously over the past few weeks.
She had seen his face when he talked to her on the phone.
"Brad," Sara said quietly, "do you swear that you had nothing to do
with Cheryl's death?"
His voice was firm and clear.
"I had nothing to do with it."
She believed him.
She didn't sense a trace of deception in his
voice.
Reassured, she hung up the phone.
Sara was scheduled to administer anesthesia for two eye surgeries.
There was nothing she could do to help Brad at the moment, and so she
walked to the operating room.
Dr. Karen Gunson, a forensic pathologist and deputy state medical
examiner, was a soft-spoken woman with blond hair, high cheekbones, and
lovely large eyes usually hidden behind glasses.
On Monday afternoon,
September 22, she performed a postmortem examination of the body of a
young woman who had been found dead the evening before.
Dr. Gunson
had been with the State of Oregon's M.E."s office for about eight
months, to date, in her training and career, she had performed
approximately three hundred autopsies.
But this one among the hundreds
would prove to be memorable for many reasons, one dead woman whose
foreshortened life and sudden death she would never forget.
Seldom had
Dr. Gunson seen so many injuries inflicted upon one person.
In the
end, she would estimate that the victim had been struck approximately
two dozen timesþtwenty-one to twenty-four separate and distinct
blowsþbut some of the injuries' edges merged into others, so she could
make only an educated guess.
How long does it take to strike a struggling adult human being
twenty-four times?
The yellow band on the victim's right wrist gave a tentative
identification and an estimated ageþthirty-seven.
She was still
dressed in the blood-soaked clothing she had worn when she was found: a
pullover, a T-shirt, blue jeans (zipped), a white bra, beige bikini
panties, black socks and loafers.
She wore a gold chain with a pendant
containing clear stones around her neck, and a watch on her left
wrist.
There was a blue cord with a key attached to it wrapped around her
other wrist.
Undressed, the dead woman was almost anorexically thin, so thin that
her ribs and hip bones glowed through her skin.
She was five feet five
and one-half inches in height, but she weighed a mere hundred pounds.
Only her face was swollen and puffy.
There, Dr. Gunson saw a mass of
injuriesþlacerations, contusions, and abrasions.
She counted five
different shapes of lacerations on the top of the head, some were
linear, some were IJ-shaped, and some were too ragged to label
accurately.
The facial bones themselves had been fractured, but the
skull had not.
Dr. Gunson dictated into a tape recorder as she listed the fractures
to the left mastoidal areaþsix in all, "lour horizontal and roughly
linear, one oblique, one vertical."
There were bruises on the left
upper neck.
The cartilage on the top of the left ear was fractured.
"There are a series of lacerations and contusions involving all planes
of the faceþlinear, Y-shaped, triangular, all full thickness
lacerations .
. .
including contours of the upper and lower eyelids .
. . Iacerations of
both cheeks, multiple small and large lacerations around the mouth .
.
."
The dead woman had four broken teeth, her upper jaw was broken, her
right lower jaw was broken, and the force of that blow had even
displaced her teeth.
Dr. Gunson continued the postmortem procedure with an internal
examination of the skull.
She cut the skin at the back of the dead
woman's neck with a scalpel and peeled away the entire scalp like a
tight latex mask, up over the top of the skull, and inside out, down
over the face.
She then sawed away the tOp of the skull so that the
brain itself was exposccl.
The smell of burned bone, no longer
noticeable to experienced pathologists!
filled the room.
Dr. Gunson found extensive hemorrhaging all over the surface of the
brain, but, again, no fracture of the skull itself Like a thousand
other variable characteristics that differentiate one human body from
another, thickness of the skull is one.
This victim had a rather thick
bony calvarium, it had done her no good.
Ironically, her strong skull
had been an unyielding force that helped to destroy her brain.
Dr. Gunson noted the thick subdural hematoma (large blood clot) over
the right side of the brain.
The dead woman's brain had been literally
displaced and squeezed because of traumatic swelling and tremendous
bleeding.
"The subject .
. . has suffered contra coup injuries.
The
head was supported on the right and struck on the left," Dr. Gunson
recorded.
A contra coup injuta to the brain occurs when the head is hit on one
side and the brain is then macerated as it is slammed forcibly against
the opposite side, it is an injury seen often, tragically, in battered
infants and children, inflictcd when they are shaken violently.
At the
time this victim was struck repeatedly, the right side of her head had
probably been trapped against some unyielding object.
When her head
did not move, her brain had bounced again and again into that side of
her skull.
It was obvious that this shockingly slender victim had not gone down
easily.
Her hands and left arm and shoulder bore defense wounds, even
her lower legs and feet were bruisedþinjuries that had occurred,
perhaps, as she fought her attacker or struggled to get away.
There
was a peculiar linear abrasion near her waist, a scarlet line where the
waist band of her jeans had been.
Dr. Gunson knew that detectives would ask how long someone could have
lived with the terrible brain injuries this dead woman had suffered.
She estimated only minutes.
The growing blood clot pushing her brain
to one side, compressing it until it could no longer sustain her
breathing and her heartbeat, had built up rapidly.
She would not have
been paralyzed, but she could not have fought back for long.
And while
she was still alive, the terrible hemorrhage into her brain
continued.
Paradoxically, the bleeding stopped when she died.
The huge hematoma
grew no larger, once it no longer mattered.
Although the dead woman had been fully dressed when she was found, that
didn't preclude the possibility that she might have been sexually
assaulted.
Dr. Gunson found no vaginal or rectal contusions, but she
routinely took swabs from the vaginal vault and the rectum and slipped
them into labeled test tubes so that an acid phosphatase test for the
presence of semen could be done.
If semen was present, the chemical
would turn the .swabs a bright purplish red.
Criminalist Julia Hinkley of the Oregon State Police Crime Lab stood by
during the autopsy and took possession of the evidence Dr. Gunson
collected.
Hinkley also attempted to retrieve fingernail scrapings
beneath the dead woman's nails.
There was nothing there but her own
blood.
Sometimes the contents of the stomach can provide a clue to time of
death, to place of death, to a myriad of other questions.
Not this
time.
The victim had only about 100 cc of brown liquid in her stomach, most
likely coffee.
There was no food.
She was so thin that this didn't
surprise Dr.
Gunson.
And there was no urine in her bladder.
In further tests that had grown routine at a time when drug use was
rampant, Dr. Gunson took blood samples and secured them in
graystoppered tubes.
If the dead woman had ingested alcohol, cocaine,
barbiturates, amphetamines, psychotropics, or any of an array of drugs,
a scanning electron microscope with a laser probe could isolate that.
The metabolites of most of the drugs would last for yearsþeven if the
test tube was not refrigerated.
Autopsy means, quite literally, "to see for oneself," and there is a
sad kind of justice in the fact that the body of a murder victim