The Cop and the Coroner: Part Three

The Cop and the Coroner: Part Three

The Cop and the Coroner: Part Three Same Day: Philippe’s Restaurant, LA.  John and I walked into Phillipe’s lunch hour crowd, put in our order, and headed for a back booth. Within five minutes, Dambacher sprinted in, spotted John, and shook his outstretched hand. He...
The Cop and the Coroner: Part Two

The Cop and the Coroner: Part Two

The Cop and the Coroner: Part Two I expected the usual ten minute-drive from the Parker Center parking lot to Philippe’s in lunchtime traffic to take just a few minutes. Normally, he’d zip through traffic like Mario Andretti at the Indy 500. Instead, we were stuck...
The Cop and The Coroner: Part One

The Cop and The Coroner: Part One

The Cop and The Coroner: Part One September 20, 1985.  I stepped into our master bedroom closet, dodged the wicker laundry basket, a pile of clothes and stack of shoeboxes. My brain buzzed with one question. What would I wear to a meeting between LAPD Detective John...
A Double Tragedy: Steven and Carl Wood

A Double Tragedy: Steven and Carl Wood

A Double Tragedy: Steven and Carl Wood January 1989, Los Angles California. Walking into Taylors Steak House on a chilly afternoon reminded me of the Oxford winters when Jim and I lived in England. A big treat would be lunch at our local pub. I’d open the heavy oak...