I'll Be Gone in the Dark(8)
The cases also shared an intriguing medical link. Keith Harrington was a med student at UC-Irvine, and Patty was a nurse who sometimes worked shifts at Mercy Hospital in Santa Ana. David Witthuhn, Manuela’s husband, had been a patient at Santa Ana–Tustin Community Hospital when his wife was murdered.
A wooden match with a short burn was found on the Harrington’s kitchen floor. None of the Harringtons were smokers; investigators believe it belonged to the killer.
Four wooden matches were collected from the flowerbed alongside the Witthuhn house.
Witthuhn was an Irvine PD case; Harrington was Orange County Sheriff’s. Investigators on both teams debated the possible connection. Taking on two people, as the Harringtons’ killer had, was considered unusual. It was high risk. It suggested the killer’s pleasure was in part derived from raising the stakes. Would the same killer, six months later, target a single victim, as Witthuhn’s had? The counterargument was that David’s hospital stay had been a fluke. Was the killer surprised to find Manuela alone that night?
Theft (Manuela’s jewelry) versus no theft. Forced entry versus no forced entry. They didn’t have fingerprints to match; DNA was far in the future. The killer hadn’t left an ace of spades at both scenes to identify himself. But small details lingered. When Keith Harrington was fatally struck, the wood headboard above him was dented. Investigators concluded from the location of a wood chip found between Patty’s legs that Keith was killed first and then Patty was sexually assaulted. The chronology was planned for her maximum suffering. Manuela’s killer spent enough time with her that she was stressed to the point of nausea: her vomit was found on the bed.
“Overkill” is a popular but sometimes misused term in criminal investigations and crime stories. Even seasoned homicide investigators occasionally misinterpret an offender’s behavior when he uses a great deal of force. It’s common to assume that a murder involving overkill means there was a relationship between offender and victim, an unleashing of pent-up rage borne of familiarity. “This was personal,” goes the cliché.?
But that assumption fails to consider external causes of behavior. The level of force may depend on how much a victim resists. Tremendous injuries that look like a personal relationship gone horribly wrong might be the result of a protracted struggle between strangers.
Most violent criminals smash through life like human sledgehammers. They have fists for hands and can’t plan beyond their sightlines. They’re caught easily. They talk too much. They return to the scene of the crime, as conspicuous as tin cans on a bumper. But every so often a blue moon surfaces. A snow leopard slinks by.
Every so often investigators encounter a stranger murder involving the overkill of victims who didn’t resist.
Considering that Manuela and Patty were bound and therefore by definition compliant, the amount of force used to bludgeon them revealed an extreme amount of rage directed at the female. It was unusual to see such frenzied anger combined with calculated planning. A forensic match between the cases didn’t exist but a feeling did, a sense that a single mind was at work, someone who didn’t leave many clues or talk or show his face,
someone who strolled undetected in the middle-class swarm, an ordinary man with a resting-pulse derangement.
The possible connection between Harrington and Witthuhn was never dismissed outright, just put aside as the cases went cold. In August 1981, several newspaper articles questioned whether or not the Harrington case was related to other recent double homicides in Southern California. “Is a psychopathic ‘Night Stalker’ murdering Southern California couples in their beds?” was the opening line of an article in the Los Angeles Times.
The Santa Barbara Sheriff’s Department had been the first to raise the idea of a connection. They had two double homicides and a knife attack in which the couple escaped. But the other counties with proposed linked cases, Ventura and Orange, downplayed the idea. Ventura officials, still smarting from a highly publicized preliminary hearing where the case against their double homicide suspect fell apart, were quoted as saying they thought Santa Barbara had jumped the gun. Orange County was skeptical too. “We don’t feel that,” said investigator Darryl Coder.
And that was that. Five years passed. Ten years. The phone never rang with the right tip. The files, periodically reviewed, never divulged the necessary information. Roger Harrington obsessed over the details, trying to make sense of Keith and Patty’s murders. He hired a private investigator. He offered a large reward. Friends and co-workers were reinterviewed. Nothing sparked. In desperation, Roger, a tough, self-made businessman, broke down and consulted a clairvoyant. The psychic couldn’t lift the fog. Roger reexamined every moment he spent with Keith and Patty before their deaths. Their murders were a loop of fragmentary details that never cohered and never stopped rotating in his head.
Hollywood, 2009
PAPARAZZI FOUR-DEEP ELBOWED EACH OTHER ALONG THE RED CARPET. My husband, Patton, mugged for the cameras in his smart blue pinstriped suit. Flashbulbs deluged. A dozen hands thrust microphones from behind the metal barricade. Adam Sandler appeared. Attention shifted. Clamor ratcheted. Then Judd Apatow. Jonah Hill. Chris Rock. It was Monday, July 20, 2009, a little after six p.m. We were at the ArcLight Cinemas in Hollywood for the premiere of the movie Funny People. Somewhere there’s probably an unused photograph of a celebrity and in the background is a woman in a black shift dress and comfortable shoes. I look dazed and exhilarated and am staring at my iPhone, because at that moment, as some of the world’s biggest stars brush against me, I’ve just learned that a fugitive I’d been hunting for and obsessing over, a double murderer on the run in the West and Northwest for the past thirty-seven years, had been found.