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So the butcher game picks up right where the butcher and the wren left off. So if you have not read the butcher and the wren yet, what are you doing? Oh, my God. Go get it. Get it. Go read it. Go listen to it. Go do something like that. I'm going to spoil it, so stop listening. Now, if you have not read that book, go read it and then come back to me. Okay? But also go get the sequel on September 17. But this time we are going to some new territory. We are headed to Massachusetts, baby. I love it there. We're headed to the Berkshire, specifically where our ruthless serial killer, Jeremy Rose, has now fled New Orleans and is on his way up to Massachusetts to evade capture. Dr. Ren Mueller being astute as hell. You know her. She sees that there is a fresh trail of bodies that seem to be calling her back to the case. But by following that trail, is she going to walk right into Jeremy strap? Maybe. Eventually. This one is a truly twisted cat and mouse game, and I mean it. You've been warned. This one's twisted.

And it's going to culminate in a violent clash of past and present, where Ren is prepared to sacrifice everything just to bring Jeremy to justice. I'm literally so excited. This one. It's longer, guys. It's longer. It is twisted, I'm telling you. But what's really cool about this, besides being really exciting? That there's a second one coming out. Our friends at Barnes and Noble are offering exclusive signed copies for a limited time. So head to the links in the podcast episode, show notes for more details, and we'll share them out too. There's also going to be a fun poster for this one, too. We did that for the first book. Well, I can't wait to see it. I know. I'm very excited about it. So preorder now wherever you like to buy books and receive a signed poster with your order. So head to thebutchergame.com to claim your free poster while supplies last. There's not going to be an endless amount. As much as I would love for that to be, I can't thank you enough for being on this truly incredible author journey with me. You guys rule. You made this happen, and I hope you love all that's to come in the Dr.

Ren mueller series. Yay. I said what I said. A series. Series. Hey, weirdos. I'm elena. I'm ash. And this is morbid. It's morbid in the afternoon. It's actually kind of like the late afternoon. Currently, it is. It is mid afternoon. No, like late afternoon. It's like mid to late afternoon. It's laughter. Noon. But that's not good because this isn't a show about laughing. Yeah. And also this case that I'm going to be telling you. What do you have? Is we're going to be talking about the lipstick killer today. Some people think of him as william hirons. Wrong. I am not. Huh. I'll give you my full breakdown at the end of this. Alrighty? But this is a gruesome case. It's an awful case. There is one child murder in this case that is very terrible. But I will get through it as best as we can here. It's terrible. And the aftermath of it. Them trying to figure out who actually did these murders and if they're connected and which ones are connected. And all that is the most mind blowing extravaganza of stupidity you will ever witness. Fantastic. I love when that happens. It's infuriating.

It's infuriating. And I don't think so. William Hirons is known popularly as the lipstick. I don't. Who knows if you'll think that at the end, but look in your eye tells me I won't. I don't think he did it, really? And do I think he was, like, a great guy? Probably not, but he was arrested when he was 17. And again, we're going to get into all this. But he was arrested when he was 17, and he was kind of just like a little shit. He was, like a little burglar. Just a little shithead. Yeah. Violent child murderer. Probably not, but let's get into it, shall we? This is going to be a two parter, because. Oh, no. Oh, gosh. So let us begin. We are going to be talking about three murders. Like I said, there are two murders of two women and one murder of a six year old young girl, which I know is horrific. I just want to prepare you ahead of time again. I'll go through it as best as we can, and that's all in part one. That is going to be all in part one. And I think we will be getting more.

In part two is going to be more the. When they arrested William Hirons and all of the wild aftermath of. Okay, so it was the summer of 1945. So we're in the mid 40s here. Josephine Ross was 43 years old. She was twice divorced at this point and now found herself a newly widowed mother living on Chicago's east side. Oh, that's so sad. Yeah. For over a decade, she had been a stay at home mom raising her two daughters, Mary Jane and Jacqueline. Oh, cute name. And she had spent all her time and energy on everyone. Know, husband daughters. But now that her daughters were grown and her third husband, Herbert Ross, had died, she kind of found herself, like, floating a little bit because she had little to occupy her time, to be honest, because it had all been. Spent, all her energy on them. And she spent most nights going to movies. She loved to visit psychics. She went on many, many dates now, like, she was just out there in the dating world. She attended parties. It was a simpler existence than the hustle and bustle of being a wife and mother in the 40s, especially.

Yeah. But Josephine and her daughters, none of them found any fault in this lifestyle, that she liked her dating a lot or anything like that. No one was concerned. No one was like, she's going out too much. Yeah, she's just living her fucking life. And in fact, in early June, Josephine had visited a tarot card reader, and this tarot card reader had told her that her future looked very promising and that she would likely be remarried by the end of the year. Oh, and the lawsuit over Herbert's life insurance claim, that was really clouding over her at this point, I'll get into it a little more. But it was over, like, medical, what they assumed was, like, medical fraud or something like that. She said it would be settled in her favor. Okay, so that was all good news to her. She's. Hell, yeah. Great. And on the morning of June 5, Marianne stood at the. Marianne, one of her daughters, stood at the bathroom sink getting ready for work and listening as her mother told her all about this tarot card reader's predictions. And the whole life insurance thing was that she'd been fighting this case for, like, a year since Herbert's death because they claimed that he had falsified medical records.

Okay. She was going to be, like, coming out on top on that. So she was happy because it was coming to an end. She was finally going to be paid out the insurance money. And as for the psychic's prediction of marriage, Josephine's boyfriend, Oscar Nordmark, had actually already proposed. Oh, shit. But she had yet to formally accept. She was mauling it. Mean. And later, Mary Jane would remember how happy her mother seemed that morning as she saw both of her daughters off for work. Oh, no. With her daughters out of the apartment for the day, and really nothing on her calendar that day, Josephine was like, you know what? I'm going to have a me day. So she changed back into her purple robe and decided to go back to bed and have a later morning. So relatable. Good for you. Self care now. Jacqueline, one of her daughters, returned home for lunch around 01:30 p.m. That afternoon. She unlocked the door as she entered, and she expected to find the apartment and her mother as she had left them earlier that morning. Jacqueline was absolutely stunned when she walked in and found that the apartment had been totally ransacked.

Chairs, other furniture were all turned over. Drawers were pulled completely out. Everything in the drawers were strewn across the room. This may be reminding you a bit of the career girl murders that I covered in my last case. You literally took the words right out of my mouth. Yeah, there is a little bit of, like, obviously, they are not connected in any way, but there's some weird similarities in some of the case aspects. Papers and other items were littered all over the floor. I mean, it was a mess. Like a bomb had gone off. And Jacqueline was obviously and understandably immediately so. But she was thinking of her mother, so she ran into the bedroom she shared with her mother, and that's where she saw her. Oh, my God. Josephine was lying across the bed. Jacqueline, her daughter's red skirt was wrapped around her head. Oh, my God. And a pair of silk stockings was wrapped around her neck. Nearly every surface around her mother's body. The bed, the floor, the walls, the drapes soaked with blood. What? And Jacqueline knew her mother was dead. What a fucking. Like, that sounds like something out of a horror film.

There are many times in this case where you're like, this is a horror movie. This can't be real life. How do you ever move on from that? Like, how do you ever recover? Exactly. How do you ever. And it's her skirt over her head, like the daughter's. That's something about that. Just like, oh, no, that's so visual. Now, Jacqueline called the police, and they arrived at the apartment a short time later. And as far as Mary Jane and Jacqueline could tell, the apartment had obviously been ransacked and trashed. But aside from a few dollars taken from Josephine's purse, nothing seemed to be missing. Just like the career girl murders. Oh, and that's so weird. Like, just a couple. Like, what it. What was it, like, $20? Yeah, it was, like, just a few dollars. Oh, that's weird. So detectives were able to rule out robbery as the motive, and logically, just like in the career girl murders, assumed the murder was personal. That was a theory that grew some legs when the coroner briefly examined Josephine's body at the scene and discovered that while the area around her body had been, I mean, completely saturated and soaked with blood, the body itself looked like it had been washed at some point between the killing and when the killer left the apartment.

What? She had been washed down. When they went to the bathroom and searched, detectives found that, yes, the bathtub was partly filled with garments and bloody water. What the fuck? Yeah. Now, when they removed the skirt from her head and stockings from around Josephine's head and neck, investigators discovered the actual cause of death. In addition to severe bruising on her head and face, which indicated that she'd been hit repeatedly with a heavy object, there were deep slashes on her face and four knife wounds on her neck. Wow. Where the killer had stabbed her, one of them severed her jugular vein. Oh, wow. You're going to bleed a lot. Yeah. Aside from the sheer brutality of this entire thing, detectives found another piece of the puzzle that was strange and unsetling too. The killer had placed adhesive tape across the wounds on the face and neck, as though they were trying to undo the damage caused by the knife. What, like scotch tape? Oh, I don't know. I have yet to hear anything this strange and brutal. I don't even know how to react to that, like, literally, this seems frenzied. Yes. A frenzied killing. Yes.

Because the ransacking, I assume, happened probably afterwards to stage or to confuse or whatever. Yeah. Who knows? This seems like a very frenzied killing. I mean, stabbing in the face and neck and hitting with some object repeatedly. That's very frenzied, very aggressive, very wild, animalsque. And then to wash her, but not the surrounding area. Just her. Just her. And wash her wound and to tape up the wounds and then to wrap her head so not to see them. That's very telling. Yeah. The thing is, immediately you want to say, and I felt this way last time when we were talking about the career girl murders. You want to say, this has got to be personal. It's got to be personal. But I feel like from that case, that previous one that we just did. I don't want to say that this time. No, but this. You really would think so I can understand why they went in there and said, this has got to be someone she knows, of course, because what else is there? And remember, this is the idea of a serial killer was not something that they understood or knew or even was brought up.

And we're even talking about it at Quantico. The idea that somebody could have just came in here with the sheer want to just terrorize and mutilate this woman was just beyond the scope of their thought process at the time. This also reminds me a little bit of, like. And we haven't covered him yet, but we will. The weepy voiced killer. We have covered him. We did cover him, didn't we? Okay, I thought so. I was going to say, did we? Because I was like, wait. I was going to say it was way early on. Once it was in the laundry room, possibly. Yes. Now I remember. And it just reminds me of it. Like how he was, like, immediately weeping thing afterwards. But he was so brutal. Yeah, he was super brutal. But then would really come down from. But then be sobbing and weeping about it and stuff. And it's like this gives similar vibes of somebody who's in this frenzied state and is just like a beast. Monster. And then immediately shoots back into, what have I done? Body for a second? And is like, what have I done? And just tries to take it back.

No, it's so true. So along with the evidence discovered in the bathtub, investigators strongly believe Josephine's killer had been known to her. And the murder was intensely personal, like you were saying. And the killer obviously immediately regretted their actions because they were looking at someone that they knew and possibly had, quote unquote, cared about at some point in their life, to be honest. Like we were just saying, I can understand why they thought that. Looking back on this part of it, you're like, yeah, I get that. Well, I feel like the face, too. Like the wound face, one, like, slashing the face up that much, and then two, covering the face and the washing. It does feel personal, but, I mean, people are fucking lunatics. And especially in the 40s, these kind of things would have been like, ding, ding, ding. This is definitely a personal murder in the 40s because they hadn't seen all of the things that we have now seen in 2024. And so now we know, yeah, lots of them do weird shit and wash a body that they have no connection to other than just having brutally murdering them. So it's like, we know now that that needs to be considered as a possibility, that this is just a stranger who came in and is a monster and has some kind of psychological thing where he regrets it immediately and has to try to pretend it didn't happen in his own mind or something, or get the COVID her face so that she can't look at him or he doesn't want the judgment.

We've seen all these now, but in the 40s, they had not. So this is just like, this has to be personal. And the whole thing of, like, I feel like sometimes we feel like something is personal, and then we look back on it and we're like, well, it was for the killer because this person was like, this other person, personified for them. You know what I mean? Be connected to another person in their life, that they've become a symbol as kind of thing. Exactly. This show is sponsored by Betterhelp. A lot of us spend our lives wishing that we had more time. More time. More time. The question is, time for what? If time was unlimited, how would you use it? I feel like I would definitely have a nap if I had some more time. Maybe I'd exercise more. I'd try that. But anyway, the best way to squeeze that special thing into your schedule is to know what's important to you and how to make that a priority. And therapy can help you find what matters to you so that you can do more of it. I love therapy. I'm actually going back this very week, and I'm so excited to be working with a new therapist.

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They were already married to other people. So they did as deviants do, and they devised a mischievous and murderous plan to rid themselves of their respective spouses. But just how far were they willing to go with their lies? And would they get away with it? You can find this episode by following morbid and scrolling back a little bit to episode 531, Tom Bird and Lorna Anderson Eldridge. Or by searching morbid Bird Anderson, wherever you listen to podcasts. Now, based on their theory that Josephine knew her killer, police immediately started looking around into her personal life. I said she was going on dates. She was almost engaged at this point. And they were quickly identifying the most likely suspects that they at least wanted to talk to her would be fiance Oscar. And her on and off again boyfriend, Chester Rice, were the first two that they looked at. Of course, Oscar Nordmark had an airtight alibi for the afternoon of the murder. And that's the would be. Yeah. Okay. And his alibi was that he was with another. Hadn't got a solid. Yes, he also hasn't. What are you going to do? And this other woman, Francis Saran, was able to say, yes, he was with me at the estimated time of death.

All right. Besides, while Josephine's daughters had never really liked Oscar, they also said they could not envision him ever hurting their mother or murdering her. Like, they were like, no, we might not like him, but he's not that guy. Okay. Chester Rice, on the other hand, seemed like he could be a more likely suspect. Was he violent? Chester Rice was an ex convict who'd served several years in state prison for a series of grocery store robberies. He had, unfortunately, been a presence in Josephine's life for more than two decades. At this point, they were on and off again. And although the two had carried on an affair at various points since first meeting, and Josephine and Mary Jane had even lived with Rice for a short period of time, Josephine had never really taken their relationship that seriously or was ever really willing to commit to him, despite him really trying to lock her down a few times. She was like, no, thank. Like, it was just kind of like a convenient thing, like, whatever. Yeah. The casual rejections, though, had been a point of contention between them for years, particularly in recent weeks. Oh, no.

Since Josephine had announced her intention to possibly marry Oscar. Oh, no. This all moved Chester up to the top of the suspect list. Now, a friend of Chester's, though, Louis Brightspretcher, I think it is, told police that he'd been with Chester at several different taverns on the morning of the murder and had been in a car with Chester Rice at the time of Josephine's death, effectively ruling him out as a suspect, which was unfortunate, because they thought they had, like, a clear suspect. I guess fortunate and unfortunate. Now, aside from the two cleared suspects, investigators really had little to go on. But the janitor did report having seen a dark haired and well dressed man in his 20s or 30s leave the building by way of the fire escape sometime between twelve and 01:00 p.m. Also, to think of this man as a well dressed man, like a Patrick Bateman kind of situation, like, doing this, that's really terrifying. Apparently, he was wearing a white sweater with what appeared to be blood stains on the front. According to the janitor, another neighbor also saw this man and confirmed the physical description, though they had nothing really to add to the description.

They just said, yeah, that's what he looked like. Later that afternoon, FBI agents in Chicago arrested 32 year old Lawrence Gates. Lawrence was a fugitive from California who'd fled the state to avoid prosecution on a burglary charge. Okay. While Gates was in custody, FBI agents believed he closely matched the description of Josephine's killer. And given that he was staying just a few doors down from the Ross's apartment, they contacted Captain Frank Reynolds to notify him of the potential suspect. Got it. Unfortunately, it was quickly determined that Lawrence Gates was not responsible for Josephine's murder. And within a couple of months, investigators had exhausted all their leads. Like, as soon as they brought him in, they figured out he had an alibi, everything was checked out. So they're just back at square one. And without any new evidence or suspects in the Ross case, the press quickly lost interest in the story, which is. I'm sorry, wild. And they moved on to more sensational news items. The press in this case will have your head exploding. They usually do. Yeah. I'm also just like, what the fuck is more sensational than this for the press? You know what I mean?

Like, when you're looking it up from that view. Well, news moves fast in a city like Chicago. And by the winter of 1945, most people had unfortunately forgotten about the murder of Josephine Ross. It had just kind of been pushed aside for newer things that were happening. So crazy that that really is how it works, how the media works. Yeah. But her story would finally return to the front pages in December after yet another murder, this time of 33 year old Francis Brown. Although she was born in Indiana, Francis had moved to Chicago in 1934, and she was working steadily as a stenographer when the US entered World War II in 1942. Now, like many young women at the time, she was very eager to support the war effort. And so that summer, she signed up for the waves, which is women accepted for voluntary emergency services. What a badass. Which was a federal program that trained women in non combat skills, like radar technician and mapping. Like mapping to assist Navy fighters. Like, awesome shit. Yeah, very. Like Rosie the riveter kind of very much. And they're, like, important positions that they were volunteering to do.

And Frances's position with the waves required her to travel for training. And first she headed to Naval station Great Lakes outside Chicago, and then to Washington, DC. When the war ended in the fall of 1945, she returned home to Chicago and happily settled back into her old stenographer job with Ab Dick and company and resumed the life she'd been living before she volunteered for service. She's a badass. She just literally came to Chicago quickly, got a stenographer job, and then was like, oh, we're entering the war. What the fuck can I do? Jumped in, went to training, traveled all over the place helping the war effort. That's amazing. And then once it was done, she was like, all right, I'll just go back to my stenographer job. I'm like, you're a badass, truly. On the evening of December 10, she returned home to the apartment she shared with her roommate Viola butler. Around 09:30 p.m.. When she got into her building, the doorman stopped her and let her know that a man had stopped by looking for her a few hours earlier. But he didn't give a name or say whether he would return. Okay, so she was like, all right.

So later, the doorman would tell police that it seemed, quote, she was expecting the call. So she was like, she knew who this person was. Okay. Once upstairs, Frances called her mother to discuss her travel plans that she had made for an upcoming holiday. And then she went into the bathroom to wash her hair and got ready for bed. Very normal evening. Totally normal. The next morning, the cleaning woman, Martha Engels, arrived at the apartment. She was immediately concerned because she found the front door of the apartment slightly ajar and there was very loud music coming from a radio inside at a time when both Frances Brown and Viola Butler would normally be at work. Right. So when Engels went inside, she discovered the apartment was completely ransacked, just like Josephine Ross. Oh, no. There was a large trail of blood on the floor leading to the bathroom. And it looked like someone had attempted to very poorly soak up the blood with towels, like, clean up. When she reached the bathroom, though, she found Francis. Oh, no. Frances's lifeless body was draped over the side of the bathtub with her head wrapped in towels and resting on the floor of the tub.

Her pajama top had been removed and looped around her neck while her bloody pajama bottoms had been pulled down and were tangled around her feet. That's so. Just like, all of this is so gruesome. There was also a very large bread knife thrust through her neck, its point and handle protruding beneath each ear, straight through her neck. And a breadknife, a giant, like one of those big serrated bread knives. Those aren't even, like, crazy sharp either. You're like, what? Oh, my God. Through and through, like, handle under this ear blade under this. Oh, my God. The image that that conjures up in my brain, it makes you have to take a deep breath. I am like that woman, Martha Engels walking into that. You'll never be the. You'll. How do you just go back to cleaning apartments after that? Such a fucking horrific image. And just the brute force that would have to take to drive a breadknife through somebody's neck. Through their neck. And it's like, if you're looking at this, all the similarities are here. Head area, an apartment ransacked in the bathroom. Those clothes used to go around the neck. Tried to clean on the head, tried to clean up, but not really.

Balloons to the neck again. Oh, wow. It's all the same. Wow. Now panic. And very likely severely traumatized by what she was seeing, Martha Engels called the police, who arrived very quickly to detectives at the scene. They thought immediately what we thought. This is very reminiscent to the Ross case. Like, almost to a T. Just going back for a second. It's so sad that therapy didn't exist like it exists today. Because that poor woman. How did she do after this? Nobody would have even sent her to a therapist or to talk to somebody. I'm like, oh, my God. She just had to deal with it. Wow. I can't even imagine. That's the thing. I don't know how you go about this kind of thing. You always think of these people who stumble upon this stuff, right? How are they doing? I don't know how people go through that now with therapy available. But then you go back or know the age of psychology. Yeah, sorry. I just had to say, no, it's true. Because in the 40s, like, what the fuck did we know about what was going on? What did we know about any of that stuff?

Probably something that was just so buried. She probably just buried that down and was like, I can't really ever talk about that again. Yeah, it's true. Oh, my God. So detectives were like, wow, this is very reminiscent of the Josephine Ross murder. The apartment was ransacked, but nothing was stolen. Again, weird. Which, again, that's weird. The victim's head had been wrapped, like we said. And as though the killer didn't want to see her face and didn't want to see what she had done. And the body had been washed of blood, like, completely washed. Again. So strange. And despite being found nude in the bathroom or partially nude, at least Francis, like, Josephine, had not been sexually assaulted in either one of them. Even though, like, the pajama pants are down by her ankles. Do you think that was, like, a staging thing? Possibly. But then you think of how frenzied this person must have been. And it's like. But they weren't frenzied all the way through, not all the way to wash this person. They took time to wrap their head. They took time to put them somewhere. But it almost seems like they're doing all those things, like wrapping the head because they can't bear what they've done and washing them because they can't bear what they've done.

So why pull her pajama bottoms down after that? Maybe to just confuse. Yeah. Or very likely in my thought process. And I don't know if anyone will agree. When Martha Engels said she walked in, there was a trail leading to the bathroom. She was dragged, and her pajama pants pulled down as she was dragged. That does make sense. Yeah. So it does seem like maybe that's a possibility and maybe that's not supposed to be posed at all. And he just didn't want to touch her anymore. Just happened. Now, the knife through Frances's neck obviously would have been enough to cause her death. However, when the coroner removed the several towels wrapped around her head, they discovered the actual cause of death to be a large hole in her head. Oh, my God. Caused by a. 38 caliber bullet fired at close range. What? And she lived in an apartment building? Oh, yeah. Don't worry. People heard. What? Yeah. In addition to the head and neck wound, Frances had also been shot in the right shoulder and stabbed in the chest with the same knife that the killer had put through her neck. Oh, my God.

And there were small cuts on her hands and the webbing between her fingers. Oh, God. Indicating that she had fought her attacker. Now, always desperate for a story, the press arrived at Brown's apartment right behind the police, and reporters just freely roamed the apartment. Jesus Christ. Mingling with detectives, taking photos. It was one of those reporters who, after entering Brown's bedroom, called out to everyone that there was something they needed to see. Oh, no. In the bedroom, written on the wall in red lipstick, was a message that anybody who knows about the lipstick killer case has seen. This message. Several photos existed. You can look them up. You don't see. I already saw it. You just see the message. It says, for heaven's sake, catch me before I kill more. I cannot control myself. Which, again, is so similar to the weepy voice killer. Yes, and it's so chilling. Yeah. And as for in the Ross murder, a window was found to be open when police arrived, which they determined was maybe the killer's point of entry. But all prints appeared to have been wiped away. So they cleaned up. They made sure they didn't leave anything.

A few days later, when technicians returned to finish processing the scene, a single smudged, bloody fingerprint on the back of the bathroom door. Jam. That's all they could find. One single smudged fingerprint. But aside from the single print, there was no additional evidence left behind. That's crazy. Now, a canvas of the neighboring apartments proved a little more fruitful. A tenant on the second floor said they heard gunshots somewhere in the night between three and 04:00 a.m.. And did. What about it? And the night that just. I heard him. Are you kidding? I mean, I don't live in Chicago. I don't know how this rules, but I'm like, damn. I'm sure you hear gunshots in Chicago quite often. Possibly. You would think that within the apartment building. That's the thing. Those have to be pretty close range that you're hearing. I would be a little concerned. Yeah. But again, I don't know how big this apartment building is or anything like that, but. Wow. But you hear gunshots in your apartment? Like, call someone, definitely call the police. The night clerk said he saw a man leave the building around 04:00 a.m., oh, wow. The night clerk said he came down the automatic elevator at 04:00 a.m. He was a stranger.

He fumbled at the front door, not realizing at first it was locked. He turned towards me. Once he left, he seemed very nervous. And the clerk described the man as being 35 to 40 years old, five and a half feet tall and weighing about 140 pounds, and wearing, quote, a dark overcoat and a dark hat. Okay. Now, like the investigation into the Ross murder, the brown case was stalled almost as soon as they started. Frances had many friends, but most of them, if not all, had alibis. None of them had reason to even be upset with her. Right. So they were immediately ruled out. And investigators did find some love letters tucked away among her things. But unlike Josephine Ross, Frances's love life was pretty simple, uncomplicated. There weren't many potential people that she was dating or potential suitors or sperm lovers to be questioned. Sure. Simply put, there wasn't a single piece of evidence to provide even the slightest hint of who this killer was. Now, given the similarities to the Ross murder and the message sprawled on the wall in lipstick, the press seized on the story and quickly dubbed the murder the lipstick killer.

Oh, yeah. The next day at a press conference, Captain Reynolds told the press, whoever the killer was, he's a maniac, and we must get him now. Which, like. Yeah, we agree. Interestingly, Reynolds was also clear about the fact that investigators had not ruled out the possibility that the killer could be a woman. Expanding on that possibility, Reynolds pointed out the note left on the wall having been written in lipstick and having included the feminine phrase, for heaven's sake. Are you kidding me? That's real. I don't know the feminine phrase, for heaven's sake. I feel like I've heard a lot of people say that, including men. And also, it's the 40s. Yeah, I know, there's some dudes with a button up shirt and a sweater vest on in the 40s being like, for heaven's sake. Yeah. You know, that that's not a feminine phrase. What the fuck is a feminine phrase? And it kind of feels like he's just saying because it was written in lipstick. And it's like, yeah, I think, sure. Francis had a lipstick, or violet had lipstick. Right? Like, one of those women probably had lipstick in that apartment. I mean, I don't put anything out of the realm of possibility, obviously, anymore with everything we've heard.

But nothing about this screams female killer to me. No. And they also pointed out the fact that Francis and Josephine had not been sexually assaulted either. And they were trying to say, like, that's why it potentially could be a woman. Yeah. That was part of the, like, you never know. Even if it was a woman, they still. Now, at first, everybody was just kind of like, okay, sure, yeah, why not? But now, knowing what we know, after you read about this case, it turned out that there were some romantic love letters found among Francis's belongings that were written by a woman. And that might be why they were. So. That's why they were saying that. Okay. That's what I think was. They were like, wow, how scandalous. Scandalous. So dumb. Now, within days of the press conference, the theories about the killer and the motive began to fall apart. Like, that whole thing was just like, that's not it. As soon as reporters began to question the possibility that the killer was a woman, Reynolds, quote, admitted that the evidence to support such a theory was purely speculative, based on the phrasing of the message left behind on the wall.

Yeah. People also pointed out that theory, that this killer was just some unhinged, raving madman was unlikely as well, because they had the presence of mind to not only sneak in and out of the building successfully, but also, they thought, to wipe down any surfaces they might have touched to make sure they didn't leave behind fingerprints. That's cunning, at the very least. Also, all the eyewitnesses are seeing a man leave. Right, exactly. The truth was, Chicago detectives had literally no idea who killed Francis Brown or why. Doesn't sound like it. But they did know, or at least strongly suspected, that the brown case was connected to the murder of Josephine Ross six months earlier. Definitely. Although they didn't have the language or frame of reference at the time, investigators on the case suspected they had a serial killer operating within the city. Again, they weren't calling him that. They didn't have that language back then, yeah, but basically just someone compelled to kill for deeply psychological reasons that would most likely only make sense to the killer, this Jack the ripper type of slayer, as they called him, which doesn't roll off the tongue quite as well as serial killer.

No, it sure doesn't. Jack the ripper type of slayer is what they were calling. Imagine if we just had to say that every time we talked about a Jack the ripper type of Slayer. That'd be a. There's. Aren't there, like, podcasts called, like, serial killers? It would have to be called Jack the Ripper type Slayer of killers. That doesn't sound as easy to say. No. So they said that he had a lust for bloody killings and reasoning that defied the conventional beliefs about murder at the time. However, while they believed this individual to have been the man who'd called on Francis earlier that evening, they were still no closer to identifying him. Which is interesting that they immediately thought it must be that guy that stopped by looking for Francis, which I'm like, I get it. I get why you're thinking, like, you at least want to talk to that guy, right? But I'm like, I wouldn't totally pin it on him yet. No. While investigators struggled to make literally any progress in this case, the press weren't as quick to let the story go as they had been in the Josephine's murder. Well, especially now that it's happened twice.

Yeah. Unlike the Josephine Ross killing, which everyone assumed at the time was a one time murder, this case now suggested that there would or could be more brutal deaths until the killer was caught. Right? In fact, the press really did. It really didn't help the matter or do anything to ease the feelings of helplessness felt by the women of Chicago at the time, because they published an interview with Francis's roommate, Viola Butler, who insisted Francis had no enemies. And Butler said, quote, you just couldn't be jealous of Frances. She never gave anyone reason to be. And the portrait of Francis that Viola painted with reporters was one of a chaste, much loved, and deeply respectable woman. Right? She said, quote, frances was not much on going out. She knitted and did fancy work. She was self effacing, hardworking, and cooperative. And if someone like Frances Brown, who by all accounts sounds like this fucking ideal, like, amazing human being, friend, human worker, woman, everything. Just everything. If she could meet her end this way, like a brutal, evil stranger, could come in and kill her this way, then no one's safe in Chicago at this.

So that's when we get into my least favorite thing to talk about, which is the murder of a child. Yeah, just want to warn you, that's what we're going to talk about next. Now, the unsolved murders of Josephine Ross and Francis Butler had everyone in Chicago on edge, obviously, with a growing demand for police to show some evidence of progress. It was really one of those where a lot of pressure was put on, obviously, to catch this killer. But they were not taking it as a. One of the best instances, I think, personally, of so much pressure being put on a police force and them handling it completely perfectly and not sinking to the pressure to just nail someone is the Delphi murder case. Yes. As frustrating as it was to wait for so long and how, as a totally outside person, not as like a family member or anything like that, I can't imagine how they felt. But everything was kept so close to the chest in that investigation, and they bided their time and they built a case and they took care. I think that was a very good example of, like, I know there's a lot of pressure here, and I know everyone wants all this information, but we cannot trickle it out.

Like, you got to just wait until we are able to give it to you. And I think that's such a good way to. And the results spoke for themselves. They were able to close it. So this, though, was the exact opposite. They could not handle the pressure. They could not handle the criticism. They couldn't handle any of it. And it wasn't even that long. They just couldn't handle it. Right. But unfortunately, there was a very growing demand for them to show any kind of progress at all. And little did they know, however, that the recent rash of violence was going to reach a pretty fucking horrifying peak here. On the evening of January 6, 1946, less than a month after the brown murder, Helen Degnan tucked her six year old daughter Suzanne into bed and kissed her goodnight before saying goodbye to her husband, Jim, who was headed to awake that evening with plans to return home later that night. When Jim Degnan returned home around 11:00 p.m. He took the neighbor's dogs out for a walk, which I was like, that was really nice of him. Then returned home and got ready for bed.

And he mentioned later that at this time, Suzanne, who was six again, was going through a phase of having know, wetting the bed. So Jim and Helen had gotten into a habit of checking on her before the last one of them went to bed, just to try to avoid any accidents. Bring her to the bathroom, let her go. They just kind of like woke her up, right? And he said, quote, she awakened that night and we were talking and fooling and joking with her. Jim later recalled of the last time he saw his daughter, he said, with Suzanne having gone to the bathroom and sent back to bed. He and Helen also retired for the evening, but were awoken a short time later when Helen said she heard what she said. She can't be sure, but she thinks she heard her daughter crying. She said she didn't want to disturb her daughter's sleep. And then she kind of rationalized that it was probably just the upstairs dogs that she was hearing because she said she was, like, out of it. Yeah. So she went back to sleep. Okay. It almost kind of sounds like she thought her daughter was, like, crying in her sleep, like having a weird dream.

And then she was like, actually, you know what? I think they're the dogs.

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So Jim woke up the next morning around 06:30 a.m. And began started getting ready for the day. And he finished shaving and went down the hall to Suzanne's room and found the door closed. He assumed she was still asleep, so he opened the door and he was very surprised because he didn't find his daughter in bed, right. And he said, what was more alarming was that the window, which had only been open a crack the night before, was now wide open. Hoping their daughter was just playing some trick, Jim and Helen sent their other daughter, Betty, upstairs to their neighbor's apartment to search while they checked each room on the floor of their house. Together with the neighbors, the Flynns, the family searched the entire house, but Suzanne was nowhere to be found. And Jim wasted no time. He called the police right away. In 1945, things were different. A missing child, quote unquote, wouldn't have raised the kinds of alarms that it erases now. A lot of police precincts at that time would just be like, oh, they're probably playing a trick, right? They're probably just running away. They'll probably be back by supper time.

Don't worry about it. It was very weirdly normal for them to just not be alarmed by this, right? And they'd be like, oh, don't worry about it. They'll be back by dinner. But Jim Degnan was a person people respected, and he had some renown because he was an executive with the office of Price Administration. Oh, okay. Wow. So he used this influence to call in a favor with local law enforcement and the FBI. I mean, I would, too. I absolutely would pull that shit. So soon after the call was placed, the Degnan home was crawling with detectives and FBI agents, all very eager to solve this case and find this little girl before the press was able to make a big story out of this whole thing. Now, despite their best efforts to keep the press at bay that day, by 10:00 a.m. The house and sidewalk out front were crawling with reporters and photographers just trying to break the story. That's so fucked up. Because of the intense public scrutiny over how investigators were handling the Ross and brown murders already, among other recent crimes. It's not like those were the only two. There were other crimes that they were bumbling and not handling.

Right. Investigators were intent on taking their time to comb every inch of the scene and avoid any further blunders or criticism. They were like, let's do this right now. Outside the house, just below Suzanne's window or bedroom window, investigators found a wooden ladder that appeared to be the means by which the kidnapper had entered the home. This reminds me of, like, the Lindbergh baby. I was just going to say that. Yeah. So they were able to get through it by the open window is what they assumed. Yeah. A cursory search of the girl's bedroom turned up really nothing unusual at first. There was no sign of any blood. It didn't appear that there was, like, a giant struggle. Nothing was broken, like, fallen over. Right. But on the floor beside the bed, detectives found a handwritten note on a thin piece of paper resembling a discarded tissue. And when it was unfolded, the note was discovered to be a ransom note. But it said, get $20,000 ready and wait for word. Don't not notify FBI or police. Bills in fives and tens. Okay. But it's like it doesn't say where, when, how to deliver this money.

Right? Just wait. Just get the money and wait. The note was covered in an oily substance, and on the back, the kidnapper had written a postscript that said, burn this for her safety. What now? It was obviously too late to avoid contacting the police or FBI, but Jim Degnan nonetheless proceeded to gather the money. He was like, I'm going to meet these demands. The problem, though, is, like I said, there was no information to contact the kidnapper, where to deliver the money, any information to cooperate, sit around and wait. So without any other options. And he's not just going to sit around. He was like, fuck this. No. My six year old is nothing. Jim Degnan went on a local radio station, WMAQ, to indicate his willingness to cooperate with the kidnapper and plead for his daughter's safe return. Yeah. He said, if you have any sympathy or understanding in your heart, you will return the child to the family. He said, please let me know what I can do, how I can contact you. I'll give you the money. I'll do anything to get my child back. If you harm her, God will repay.

Please, please do not harm her. Oh, God. Which, like, honestly, no, I genuinely fall in my throat of, like. So. The press coverage in Degnan's radio broadcast prompted a wave of responses. So some people were reporting tips. And, of course, there were other pieces of absolute fucking garbage claiming to be the kidnapper, wanting to get the money. That's so gross. You have to be the lowest fucking form of human being to do that shit. I say it every time, but you got to be the lowest fucking form. No, it's so true. Like, congrats. You're going to claim that you kidnapped terrestrials, like, you didn't, but none of them prove credible, even the tips. Wow. So just assholes. And honestly, unfortunately, none of it would matter by the end of the day. Later that evening, around 07:00 p.m. And this is very gruesome. Two detectives were searching the area around the Degnan home when they noticed that the dirt around a nearby manhole cover looked disturbed. It looked like somebody had recently tried to access the sewer. When they removed the COVID they shined their flashlights down into the sewer, and they saw what they first thought was a doll's head floating on top of some debris in the water below.

However, when they got a closer look, they realized to their abject horror that they had discovered Suzanne Degnan's severed head in a sewer. Oh, my God. She was six and taken out of her bed and they thought it was a doll's. Oh, my God. It's awful. Oh, that makes me want to throw up just because, like, a picture of Suzanne, she's just so cute. Investigators and volunteers combed the sewers and streets above and eventually found a ton of other dismembered body parts. Oh, my God. So she had been completely dismembered, which is truly unthinkable. Like, truly unthinkable. I don't even have words. You don't even have words. Nothing about this reminds you of the Ross not at all and brown case not at all. Nothing. Not the victim type, not the way they. The fact that she was abducted, not the way in which she was killed. Nothing. The ransom note. The ransom note. And also, it's like, did you even look at the handwriting between the ransom note and the. They do have message left on the wall now. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. That poor family. I can't even fathom. I can't even fathom.

That's like six year old. And for the parents to be like, oh, yeah. We woke her up a little after eleven to take her to the bathroom. We were joking with her, laughing, having a great time. And you had no idea that put her back to bed. Oh, that's gut wrench. You're just putting her in her bed in your home. You're supposed to be safe there. Her bed is supposed to be safe. And, like, you live in an apartment building, you never suspect that someone up. They had a ladder. Exactly. I was just going to say, oh, God. So the discovery that Suzanne Degdon had been murdered was obviously the worst possible outcome imaginable to everyone, including investigators, for very obvious reasons. Obviously. But also because it gave the press another sensational story that would quickly. They were going to tie it back to even just using their failure to solve the case, tying it back to Ross and brown murders, even if there was no similarities, they were going to be like, see, they couldn't do anything. Yeah. And in fact, this is what's so frustrating is at first it's like the press didn't even give investigators time to do good police work.

No. And it's like, yeah, the police should have. An investigator should have been able to handle the pressure and just ignore and should have been able to just put their nose to the grindstone and do good police work, of course, catch the actual people 100%. That's on them. But the press has to take a little bit of this brunt here for putting a shit ton of undue pressure on them and not allowing them to solve these cases. Exactly. They are both equal parts of this shit to blame recipe where no one gets any justice. So, in fact, the next morning, the gruesome, horrific discovery dominated the headlines of all five major Chicago papers, with each giving a very detailed account of the discovery. Oh, wow. Referring to the murder as, quote, even too horrible for a maniac and referring to the killer as, quote, the mad butcher of Kenmore Avenue, among other things. Whether they were simply doing their duty by reporting the news, which, of course, we can all say, like, an informed public is a good thing. Sure. Or whether they were riling up the public with sensational coverage of the awful case, which is also what was happening.

Yeah. The reporting elicited a remarkable response. Just hours after the news broke, two citizens called the Chicago Tribune to separately offer $500 rewards for the arrest, conviction, and execution of Suzanne's killer. Wow. Now, people were, like, ready for blood. Like, people. Which I would also be that way. You dismember a six year old and, yeah, you gotta go. Yeah, you gotta go. That's what I'm like. Go for it. You got to go. I'm going to turn my back, but you got to go. Whoever did this to Suzanne Degnan on site. Now, immediately, I would be thinking this is a totally unrelated case, though nothing about this is related. Not one thing totally outside of them. But as far as the Chicago police and administration were concerned, the brutal, seemingly ritualistic murders of Josephine Ross and Francis Brown were bad enough, obviously, but the kidnapping and murder of a child whose dismembered body was then dumped in the sewer raised public alarm to new heights. Whether they were connected or not. Oh, definitely. It was just like, you can't argue. People are going to throw this all at us together. And anticipating a major public outcry and demand that the killer be brought to justice immediately, investigators and patrol officers fanned right out across the neighborhood, searching for any clues they could, which is good.

First. The most compelling lead at the time was that, and this just, like, hurts my heart, was that coal dust had been discovered on the bottoms of Suzanne's feet. Her little, like, bare feet. Yeah. Leading detectives to assume she'd at least been in, if not been killed, in one of the cellars in the neighborhood, because that's where you will find cold dust. Oh, God. Taken out of her bed in the middle of the night and killed in a cellar. No, I genuinely can't it doesn't get. My brain. Can't. I can't even, like, assuming her abductor had been known to her and lived nearby. That's what they were going off of, because who else climbs into a child's window at night? Yeah. They were assuming that there had to. And it didn't seem like there was a huge struggle and they knew where the bedroom was. It seemed like. Or like some familiarity. Right. Because she had a sister, too. She did. So it seems like there was a little familiar. I understand why they were going off of that. Yeah. Officers began a house to house search of the coal sellers in the houses around the Degnan house.

Oh, that's just so sad. Oh, it's awful. It's awful. Horrible. And in the basement of a house on Winthrop street, just one block from the Degnan house, investigators found what they believed to be, quote, the murder room. Really? Now, among the discoveries made in this particular basement were four large tubs, bloodstains on the coal bin, a bloody push cart, and several lockers that held residents belongings, one of which had been broken open and had contained a hacksaw and several garment bags that matched those in which the body parts had been wrapped in a floor drain. Investigators also found pieces of flesh and strands of blonde hair that matched Suzanne. God, this gets worse and worse. Yeah. And this is me giving you as not detailed of an overview as I can now. Obviously certain that they had found the scene of the murder, detectives sent for the building superintendent. Because this is a building, so this is a shared space. Those lockers that they found those things in are residence lockers where everyone put stuff. So finding this. Great. But now you have to talk to everyone in this building and who had access here.

It might not even just be tenants who had access here. Yeah. It could be workers. It could be anybody. Daytodd sent for the building superintendent, Hector Verberg, a belgian immigrant widely known and well liked around the neighborhood. Okay. Hector said that he knew Suzanne only by sight, and he'd ever only spoken to her just to say maybe was. But he did say, I'm friendly with all the neighborhood children. And he would often find and fix toys for the ones whose families couldn't afford to buy them. Toys. Wow. So he's literally like the neighborhood Santa Claus. Yeah. He would literally find toys, fix them up, and hand them out to kids who couldn't afford them. Wow. When asked about how someone could have accessed the basement, Hector said, I don't know anything about it. Anybody could get. Oh. According to Hector, only he and the tenants in the building had keys to the basement, but he said, but the windows were always open. Anybody could get in. You break right in. And especially if this asshole broke into a window, through an open window to get this young girl, they would have easily went through another window to do something like, they're not opposed to going through open windows where they don't belong right now.

Given his access to the building, police became immediately suspicious of Hector. I don't know about that. And escorted him back to his apartment, where they discovered a standard size saw and hatchet with nothing on. A lot of people have saws which were taken into. Had. They showed no signs of having been used in a crime at all. Yeah. At the station, detectives began interrogating Hector, who was initially very cooperative, but then became decidedly less so as the night wore on and it became very clear that they were trying to make him a suspect. Meanwhile, patrol officers were still canvassing the neighborhood and started speaking to neighbors about Hector, all of whom were shocked to hear that he was even being considered a suspect. Yeah. By all accounts, Hector was, quote, quote, an indulgent parent and grandfather and hardly seemed the killer type. One neighbor told the press later that day, quote, he just couldn't be the murderer. Why? He loves children. He has seven grandchildren of his own, and he'd spent every minute with them that he could. He couldn't have killed that little girl. They were just like, no, no, it doesn't sound like it at all.

The more investigators learned about Hector, the less likely it seemed that he was a sadistic killer of a six year old girl. He was very actively involved in his community, engaged regularly with friends and neighbors. And according to those who knew him best, he was, quote, harmless as a fly. Wow. Now, more importantly, though, Hector's wife told police her husband always went to bed at 10:00 p.m. And he had indeed been in bed around that time on the night Suzanne was taken from her room. Yeah. And also, many other people in the neighborhood reported seeing a suspicious, bareheaded, heavyset man either parked or driving slowly through the neighborhood in a gray car around 02:00 a.m.. A. Description that didn't match Hector. That's such a creepy description. I know. I don't know what. It's just like, you put it all together at 02:00 a.m. Some old heavyset man driving a gray car slowly through a neighborhood. And you have to think, like, this person climbed up a ladder and took a child out of their bed and then went right back down that ladder. A six year old is like a pretty grown child. Absolutely. I just don't think an older man did this.

No. Again, I don't know what shape Hector is in or anything like that, but he's like a grandfather. I don't know. It just doesn't feel right. But then you hear that. That description, and you're like, I feel like that could be him. Yeah, it seems a little right now. A coroner's inquest was held on January 9, where it was established that Suzanne's cause of death had been strangulation. Wow. And the disarticulation had been done with a large, sharp knife post mortem. It had not been done by a hacksaw or a hatchet, which are the two things that were taken from Hector's house. The coroner told the press, quote, it was a very clean job with absolutely no signs of hacking, as would be evident if a dull instrument was used. Also, several medical experts testified at the inquest, saying the killer was definitely someone that was familiar with anatomy and demonstrated expertise that one might have if they were a butcher or a hunter. Oh, wow. And Jerry Kearns from the coroner's office said, quote, the killer had to be an expert at cutting meat because the body was separated at the joints. Oh, God.

Not even the average doctor could be so skillful. It has to be a meat cutter. So these medical experts are like, it is a meat cutter. Even just to think about that. I know. It really is horrible to think of it that way. Oh, God. This is a lot. I know. That's why I had to separate this into two parts, because even though the second part is mostly about what happened in the investigation, it's like, this is a lot. I'm, like, freaking out over here now. Despite the evidence pointing very much away from Hector, detectives remained solely focused on him as their prime suspect. After interviewing all. No evidence. And he's not a butcher. He's not a butcher. And he has an alibi. He has an alibi. He has character witnesses that are all like, nah. And it's like, his alibi is just as good as one of the first guys in one of those murders, that his girlfriend was like, no, he was with me. It's like his wife was like, no, he went to bed. Oh, this gets worse. No. As if to justify their focus, Detective Jack Hanrahan told reporters, quote, in the furnace at Hector's apartment building, several small bones were also found, which might have been from the arms of little Suzanne.

What literally told reporters that a detective said to reporters, we found little bones in this man's furnace. They might be this murder victim's little arm bones. On what fucking grounds do you have to say that? Because guess what? No, they're not. What? Upon analysis, the bones were fucking animal bones. But that fact, when it came out, didn't receive any attention because, Detective Jack, there had already been like, maybe these are tiny little baby arm bones. You think? Think about that. That's him literally being like, wow. Isn't that fucked up? You have no fucking basis to sit here and suggest that these bones are from her arms. Who the fuck are you? You're a detective. You don't know shit. Name one of those bones. Seriously, name a bone in the arm, Detective Jack. I fucking guarantee you, you can't. Do you think, too? That obviously infuriates me. Yeah, obviously, there's media pressure here. But you also said this man is an immigrant. I'm sure racism played a part. Thank you for saying that, because that does play into it 100%. Yes, exactly. It is infuriating. Infuriating to think that this man went to reporters and said, we found bones in the furnace, and before having information.

Reporters. That you're not supposed to say that shit, you idiot. Like, bones at all. But then to insinuate. And then to just be like, I don't know, maybe they're baby arm bones. Who's to say? It's just like, where the fuck did that come from? Who even says that? That's insane. Like, you're an idiot. I want to junk punch this man. Honestly, I don't know where he is. Jack Hanrahan. Like, I'm going to junk punch you someday. But you were from the. Was like, I think he's probably dead. You've probably been junk punched, but either way, already I think you got junk punched. Exactly. So life junk punched you, I'm sure. But they were animal bones. But again, no one got that. No one wanted to hear the other thing. No. They're all just sitting there being like, oh, my God. Did you hear? Did you hear about they found arm bones in his furnace? You know, that's what everybody's saying. Oh, my God, this poor man. Yeah. So, for their part, the press did little to exercise any objectivity or practice responsible journalism at all. At all, frequently mixing the gruesome details of the case with statements about Hector and emphasizing his immigrant status.

Of course, I knew that was coming. His limited english language skills. Are you fucking, like, what the fuck does that have to do with anything? If the man has good english skills or not. Doesn't matter that everyone around him thinks he's a great guy and that he has seven grandchildren, has an alibi, has a wife that's willing to corroborate his alibi. Look, English is our first language, and we just stumbled. Exactly. Fucking kidding. Collects toys, fixes them up, and gives them to children whose families cannot afford them. Let's forget all that and just be like, well, he's an immigrant. What? Okay, yeah, that. Definitely. Thank you. Totally. But isn't that genuinely so insane that some people's minds think, like, that they will completely ignore that chunk of information and just look at, well, he's an immigrant. Well, he's an immigrant. Like, okay. And it's like, okay, literally nothing to do with this, but thank you so much for playing. And in the days after the murder, James Frutel, a neighbor of Hector's, recalls how some people began to turn on Hector. No. He said, quote, one of the tenants in our building came rushing up to me, red faced and wild eyed, declaring that they should have lynched him.

Oh, my God. Jesus Christ. And this is the detectives and the press's fault. Yeah, absolutely. 100% and racist fault. Although he hadn't been charged with any crime whatsoever, investigators continued to question and harass Hector and his wife, demanding that he consent to a polygraph examination. When he refused and continued to protest, because he's like, what the fuck? I didn't do anything. Their tactics became more aggressive, and they attempted to beat a confession out of this grandfather. My God. However, when even a literal vicious beating failed to elicit a confession, because he was like, I'm killing up child. Beat the shit out of him. Still wouldn't confess because he's like, I didn't kill a child. I'm not going to agree to it. Good for him. Detectives released Hector and declared him to no longer be a suspect, reasoning that if he still denied any involvement after. And this is what they said, by the way, they said, if he denied any involvement still after suffering such abuse, he must be innocent. That's what the detective. So they were literally like, after we fucked him up, if he didn't say anything, I guess he's innocent. Oh, my God.

It's like, cool. Wow, what great police work. The trauma just inflicted on this man. And then you send him back into a community that you've now tainted. Oh, and it gets. No, no. How so? James Frittel, that neighbor, later told reporters, quote, I heard what they did to Hector. He had a shoulder separated that left him permanently disabled. Are you fucking kidding me? Following his release from custody, he went straight to the hospital for treatment for his injuries that they inflicted upon him, where he told a nurse, and this is a quote, no, I don't even want to know. Oh, they hanged me up. They blindfolded me. I can't put up my arms. They are so sore. They had handcuffs on me for hours and hours. They threw me in a cell and blindfolded me. They handcuffed my hands behind my back and pulled me up on bars until my toes touched the floor. I didn't eat. I go right to the hospital. Oh, I am so sick anymore. And I would have confessed to anything. So what you're saying is that they tortured this man, like, fucking medieval style. Medieval style. And even he said so.

He went through all that and still was like, I did not kill this little girl. Like, I'm not admitting to it. But even he said anymore, and I would have confessed to anything. And that's what they were aiming for. They didn't want to catch who actually stole this baby out of their bed in the middle of the fucking night, strangled her in a dank basement and dismembered her and threw her body parts into a fucking sewer. They just wanted everybody to stop being mean to them by wrongfully detaining, beating, and trying to. This guy was going to kill him. Yeah. That guy was going to get the death penalty. They were going to kill this grandfather. He was either going to get the death penalty or any of those treatments to an elderly man could have killed him. And this should tell you how much they care about actually closing the case with the real person who did it and how much they care about just having someone get the fall for you so that everybody stops being mean to them. I'm like, are we nearing the end of part one? Because this has truly been the most.

We are nearing the end. Holy shit. The Chicago police Department denied that any abuse had occurred, of course, but Hector and his wife and another suspect who was briefly detained during this time filed a civil suit against seven members of the department. If you alleging me that they didn't win this fucking suit, I'm leaving. Alleging physical abuse, false arrest, and unlawful search. And they won. The night before the civil trial was set to begin, the Chicago police Department settled for $20,000. So bada boop. You know exactly what that means. That's called hush money. That's called. Yep, we did it. Now shut the fuck up. $20,000. Obviously, I know that was, like, a lot more back then, and it's $20,000. He deserves billions of dollars for what happened. But that's split amongst two people, first of all. And they medieval tortured this man. Are you fucking kidding me? Now the flagrant abuse of suspects and reckless release of information to the press because they were just leaking everything reflected the absolute desperation and frustration by the investigators as the public outcry grew louder. The Ross and brown murders had been horrible and terrified the women of Chicago.

But the murder of Suzanne Degnan not only intensified local outrage, but it also made the story national interest. At this point, under increasing pressure to solve the case, detectives began speculating and grasping at literally anything that even remotely resembled a clue to make it appear as though they were making headway in the case. Good police. Yikes. When the Hector Verberg theory fell through, they began theorizing that at 74 pounds, Suzanne would have been too heavy for one person to carry. So there must have been two kidnappers now. So that's after they beat the shit out of an old man, they said. Actually, now that I think about it, they're like, oops, I guess there's two. And not this grandfather who we just be near. His death is so dark now. In the meantime, they continued arresting and questioning various suspects, including a man recently released from a psychiatric hospital and a local black man who was subjected to a polygraph exam but was ruled out when he passed the test. They also had, like, no evidence to arrest him, which, yeah, this police is racist as fuck. Despite their best efforts and massive amount of resources directed at the investigation.

Because there was so many resources. That's the other really sad thing about that, is they had all the resources. Yeah. And they were using them very poorly. After spending five months chasing down more than 3000 tips, conducting over 300 interviews, performing 170 polygraph examinations, detectives were no closer to finding who killed Suzanne Degnans. And completely out of leads at this point and with no suspects to question, investigators were desperate for any opportunity to close the case, even if the opportunity really wasn't a good fit. And that's where we're going to end for part one. That has truly been one of the most gruesome stories I think you've ever told. Yeah. Obviously so important to tell no matter what, because. Terrifying. Holy shit. But the fact that at the end of this, I have the feeling in my gut, based on your looks when you say certain things, that justice is absolutely not going to get served here. I'm so irate right now. Wow. I need you to cover a case where people don't get brutalized I'll try to give you. I know. I think I said last time I was going to do some kind of palette cleanser.

Sorry. That's okay. I mean, it's morbid. People are expecting it. I'll do something a little haunted. Haunted. We need a haunted. I'll give you a haunted for my next one. I'll take a moment after part two. That is. Yeah. No, but the way you put this together is interesting and compelling. What's fascinating. And like, Dave said this, too. We went into this thinking one thing, and I had no idea, really, the ins and outs of this, like, the politics of this and everything that ended up shaking out in the very. You're like, oh, I thought I knew who the lipstick killer was. And you don't. And I don't. Maybe I do, but I thought I knew someone else as the lipstick killer. Okay. I've always heard of the lipstick killer, but I never knew any of the details whatsoever. Brutal. I actually thought there was, like, lipstick messages that every scene. I think I just assumed that throughout hearing about it. Wait until we kind of touch on that message again in part two. Part two has a lot of shit that you're going to be like, I'm sorry, what? I get to the point where I don't even know what to say sometimes with the.

No, it's like, me and the Lizzie Borden house again. No. I get to the point where I don't know what to say, though, because of the complete. Just like. It's just shocking. So asinine sometimes that you're just like, I don't have words for that. We're going to be talking about a lot of mishandling and a lot of shady ass investigative work, if you can even call it that. That makes us so angry. I feel like there's a myriad of things that make us angry in a case, but the mishandling and the level to which some people mishandle a case is just. You sit there like, how did you even feel good about this? Yeah, that's the thing. How do you rest your head at night? And how do you go, like, pose for the pictures? Like, we caught. We got. Fuck off. It always reminds me of West Memphis three, because that is so infuriating when they just fucking patted themselves on the back and we're like, we got them, and it's like three kids to prison. Yeah, but actually, I forgot, Mikey. Just let me know, because I never know our schedule, that there is a palette cleanser in between these two cases.

So you heard the two girls. One ghost. Lizzie Borden. Oh, my God. So it was like an open. So you'll hear me? No. All right. Well, with all of that being said, and you're welcome for the palette cleanser. We hope that you keep listening, and we hope you keep it weird, but not so weird as the Chicago police department when all this shit was going down, because. Woo wee. Oh, hell no. Oh, my God.

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