Monday, October 18, 2010

Hitler's 'Die Krieggöttin' gambit:
Women as a Sexual Terror Weapon

Long thought to be the Aryan Ideal of womanhood,
the model in this photo was in fact Hannah Jaeger, one 
of  'Die Krieggöttin',  Hitler's independent Angst Gruppen
or Terror Group, which devoured and terrorized male
enemies of the Reich. Ironically, the English meaning
of the name Jaeger is 'hunter'.

'Evil Woman'...Where Eagles Don't Dare...

     Two Soviet privates captured by
advancing German forces on the approach
to Stalingrad in mid-August of 1942
were about to run into one of the
most fearsome, horrible and, even until
today, most secret of Hitler's strategies
to win the war.

     In documents made public after the
fall of the Soviet Union, Private Alik
Mirskii told Soviet debriefers of his
(and fellow Soviet Private Maxim
Sokolov's) nightmare come true.

     A warning that these are wartime
documents. A translated debriefing of
a war crime and, as such, are of a graphic
     What follows is Soviet Private Alik
Mirskii's transcribed debriefing. It was
taken back in the USSR (no pun on the
song) after the Germans released him,
following his and Private Sokolov's
     The time frame was as the German
seige of Stalingrad was forming.

     Mirskii was debriefed by his superiors
in Kuibyshev, to which the wartime Soviet
government had temporarily evacuated.
     The debriefing was carried out by
Soviet interrogators both suspicious and
incredulous at what Mirskii had to say:

     Translation: "We had been taken by
Panzer Division. Sokolov and I expecting
to be shot in [the] field. Instead
we are taken behind German line [and put]
in control of, we think, German Red
Cross. We think [it is] Red Cross because
these [personnel] are women.
     "Soon we see we are wrong. But we don't
know what these women are [military unit or
rank]. We think we are to be questioned.
No [we decide/conclude]. Why would army give
us to these people? Torture? No. Worse.

Rare illustration of the WW2 rape, followed by heart-
removal, of captured British officer by what Brits termed
derisively an 'Aryan Priestess'. Note officer's knee at bottom,
prior to attack. The 'Krieggöttin' woman has a large leather-
covered wood device strapped to her, to be used for the
sexual assault. Illustration based on report of British soldier
witness made to MI9 British Intelligence (60s illustration based
on then-released MI9 files). Private was released to spread
message of 'terror' per Die Krieggöttin's modus operandi. 

     "We are made naked. We are bound by
rope. I am on knees held by German
women. Two. They are strong [athletic]. Have
weapons. Sokolov [is] made [to be] bent
back [backwards] on knees. One German, big
blonde, strips to [only her] boots. Other
[one] does things to him [sexual]. [And]
he salutes [slang for he becomes erect].
     "She holds his [sex organ] and puts him
into [the] blonde German [inserts his sexual
organ into] she sits onto him.
[The] Blonde has [intercourse] with Sokolov.
I watch. I think this is maybe not so bad.
Two women hold Sokolov. One has arms
around [his] neck. [As] Blonde, [and] Sokolov
finish, [the] German [woman] holding Maxim
[Sokolov's] neck breaks it [his neck]. He
is dead in [an] instant.
     "I cannot believe what is to be seen
next. [Private Mirskii begins to cry, then
is told by interrogator to continue].
     "Maxim is laid on floor. Blonde looks
to me [and] using Russian tells me [to] watch.
Blonde looks as [one] other [of the] women
...[pause]...take knife. Cut into his body."

     According to the now 68-year-old transcribed
interrogation, Mirskii has a breakdown while
recalling the incident. Upon a warning from
the Soviet handler, he regains composure,
then finishes with more disturbing details,
which are continued at the conclusion of this

Inception of a Nightmare weapon

     In 1941 a secret order went out from
Wolfsschanze, Hitler's Wolfe's Lair.

     "Geben Sie mir die Krieggöttin!"

     Der Fuehrer had decreed in a written order,
"Get me the Krieggöttin (War Goddesses)!" [ref.
British War Cabinet: Declassified Documenta
1940-44, from 1997 translated German reprint].

Female Terror: Judith was a Jewish widow of noble rank in
Bethulia, a town besieged by the army of Assyrian general
Holofernes. She approached his tent as an emissary and
seduced him. He ordered a feast with wine. After he passed
out, Judith and her maid Abra decapitated Holofernes with his
sword, smuggling his head back to Bethulia. Seeing her trophy
townsfolk routed the leaderless Assyrians. The story is an
allegory of Judith as Judaism triumphed over its enemy.
Hitler's plan to use his own ruthless Warrioress force was
in part, a desire to turn the Jewish legend on it's heels.

     Die Krieggöttin was a horrific plan so
outrageous Hitler gave it independence in the
Reich structure to protect it from competing
hierarchies such as Himmler's 'SS', or Joseph
Goebbels propaganda ministry, to name a few,
according to secret OSS and post-war papers on
the subject, declassified in the 1990s and
retrieved under the Freedom of Information
Act, as well as from European archives.

     What was Krieggöttin?

     The creation of an independent and semi-
autonomous branch of the Reich answerable only to
Der Fuehrer, Adolph Hitler himself.
     Run and stocked soley by a Reich's class
of so-called 'Warrior Women' in the Ancient
mythological mold, it sanctioned operations in
Germany, Axis-occupied countries and, most
importantly, enemy 'lands.'

     What kind of operations?

     Based on Metaphysical Ancient lore, it
allowed these women to operate a Matriarchal
co-independent realm within and with the Reich
involving male sacrifice, cannibalism and any other
action desired, to gut and break the spine of the
patriarchal Allied Powers.
     The range of acts authorized for this
'gruppen' were discussed and preapproved by Der
Fuehrer, according to discovered Reich documents,
giving the War Goddess operation almost unlimited
power and authority to wreak havoc in the name of
the Reich, which meant in essence, for Hitler.
     However, Hitler's enemies within his own Reich
were also greenlighted as 'prey', as a pragmatic
move to keep his power consolidated. This was
reminiscent of Hitler's purges of former allies
early in his career, such as the Brownshirts,
once they became not only  dispensable, but a

 Even the most ardent female supporters of Hitler and the National
Socialists, such as glider pilot Eva Schmidt, above, who put a
swastika on her plane, were still far short of the horror Hitler
unleashed with Die Krieggöttin, who used cannibalism of men,
among other tactics, as part of the terror they spread. 
      One Cambridge University War Sciences
professor who worked for MI3, British European
and Baltic Provinces intelligence, during World
War 2, explained why women so apparently anti-
thetical to male authority would agree to
being co-equal with a male head of state, such
as Hitler ['Secret War Memoranda', Vilstrohf,
1953, out of print]:

     "As Herr Hitler himself had come from the
shadows to assume power within an accepted power
structure, and then proceeded to obliterate it,
hence creating his own autonomous hierarchy, the
Matriarchal Supremacists making this diabolical
pact with Adolph Hitler had their own plans of
some day superceding the German Fuehrer. Yet,
this was their coming-out opportunity, to be an
accepted, albeit secretly, player on the world

Evidence Discovered

     In 1945 a U.S. soldier came across the
information that, when translated, outlined the
nightmarish "Krieggöttin" independent arm of Hitler's
Reich, answerable solely to Hitler.
     Named 'Die Krieggottin' by Hitler, or The
War Goddesses, it was a completely female element of
the Reich allowed by Hitler to enact aforementioned
"Goddess" and "Priestess" methods of ancient
matriarchal power including male sacrifice and
cannibalism, as well as other 'ritual acts' such as
castration and heart removal while victims were alive.

 One Polish Free Forces pilot captured by the Wehrmacht
and turned over to Die Krieggöttin, or  'Aryan Priestesses',
was sodomized, raped and dominated for 17 days
before being released back to the Allies, fully traumatized,
to spread fear. Considered one of the lucky victims of
Die Krieggöttin, he nevertheless committed suicide after
the war, unable to believably convince authorities, or
anyone, of what had happened to him [RAF Intelligence
Branch War files 1939-43; and NATO Post War Intelligence
Group declassified docs. 1951].  

     This was far beyond the isolated, aberrant,
politically embarrassing acts of cannibalism by
famine-stricken, war shocked, desperate German women
from 1945 to 1948, practiced on random luckless members
of Allied occupation forces.

     The relatively small number of women involved in
"isolated" and "spontaneous" instances of such acts had
been thought driven to those extremes by the devastation
at the end of World War II.

     Those acts, if distasteful, could at least be
understood as excessive reactions to dire circumstances
by desperate persons.
     But a Reich's operatus set up to use male sacrifice,
cannibalism, live heart and other organ removal, to
horrify the enemy and decimate its power command
structures, was arguably as monstrous as the Holocaust
itself. At least qualitatively, if not quantitatively.

Der Fuehrer: "Geben Sie mir die Krieggöttin!"
(Adolph Hitler: "Give me the War Goddesses!")

     Unlike the "Reich's-Frauen" supporting Hitler in
organizations submissive to male authority, such as the
Bund Deutscher Mädeturned (German Girls' League),
NS-Frauenschaft (Nazi Women's League) and others, Die
Krieggöttin was a fully woman run and 'manned'
(or womanned) organization that defied the official male
superiority of the Reich.

     Aside from a perverse and secretly fetishistic
appreciation of female dominance outlined in OSS
wartime psychological dossiers on Hitler [M1934 OSS
FUNDS RECORDS, 1942-46], the more practical
reason for Der Fuehrer to allow a co-equal but secret
wartime wing of the Reich was his personal
appreciation for acts of horror used tactically and
strategically against enemies, either inside or outside
the Reich.

     Further, there was Hitler's awe for metaphysical
and mystical-based history aligned with his own views
on German or Aryan dominance.
     Die Krieggöttin was based on ancient
female-dominant clans or assemblages traceable to, among
others, Celtic groups of women.
     Hitler's fascination with Celtic Runic symbology,
it can be remembered, was responsible for his use of the
'Fylfot', a variation of the swastika, for the symbol of
the Reich.
     The acts authorized by Die Krieggöttin during the war
were so horrible, fearsome, systematic, premeditated and
organized, that a black ops group pulled from the U.S.
Office of Strategic Services (OSS) was formed within
72 hours of discovery of the Krieggöttin documents, in
late 1945.
     The purpose of that ops group, called 'Goddess Kill',
was not unlike Operation Paperclip's coverup of
scattered instances of civilian acts of cannibalism in
near-famine Germany after the war. It was to prevent pure
outrage at the Germans that would derail creating an
anti-Soviet alignment with them for the coming Cold War,
[OSS/DET66 Top Secret Documents].

 Hitler's Wolfe's Lair, or Wolfsschanze, in the Masurian
Woods of what is now Poland. Here, in 1942, a
meeting between a mystery woman and Der Fuehrer
convinced the Nazi leader to authorize a 'Gruppen' of
Female killers and terrorizers as a secret weapon
against the Allies, and some questionably loyal members
of his own Reich. 

     Thus Goddess Kill's' purpose was to uncover anything
associated with Krieggöttin crimes, dismantle and 'disappear'
the apparatus involved, and, just as important, destroy any
and all evidence.
     It is not known whether, as with needed German rocket
scientists at the end of the war, the U.S. whitewashed and
incorporated elements of the female supremacists into the
coming Cold War effort against the Soviets.

     Whatever, as early as 1992, one year after the fall of
the Soviet Union, the first evidence of Die Krieggöttin and
the organization's crimes, became publicly available as
former Soviet Union documents began to pour out of that
deconstructed country.
     One set came from a special 1943 wartime report to
Joseph Stalin himself, detailing ritual sodomization and
male sacrifice of a Soviet soldier at the hands of Die
Krieggöttin female operatives while a fellow Soviet
troop was forced to look on, as detailed at the beginning
of this piece, [ref. 'SECRET' RAND Reports RE. Soviet
Wartime Strategy].

Hard-boiled 50s action magazine tales of WW2 Nazi women
debauching captured U.S. GIs have been considered pulp fiction
idiocy for years. Continuing release of wartime and post-WW2
documents, and formerly declassified files, show a Nazi strategem
that outstrips the fiction. 

     The report, now successfully 'disappeared' from
government, or any, listings, was circulated at the time
in various publications of the European press, but suffered
from inability to corroborate, which would come much later,
in the early 2000's.

     "This report, laughed at when released in 1992,
was too frightening to be believed. Or the powers were in
denial of what then-West Germany had done during the war
as it's incarnation of the Third Reich," says G., a former
operative of the People's Commissariat for Internal Affairs
of the Soviet Union, or NKVD, the much feared Soviet public
and secret police organization.
     With the breakup of the USSR, the former operative
referred to here as 'G.' emigrated to the West and has
been a consultant to the U.S. government, as well as
guest lecturer at UCLA, Georgetown University, and other
prestigious schools with notable foreign affairs programs.

     "We have since procured validating other data which,
sadly, shows Hitler to have provoked shock and awe decades
ahead of the coining of said phrase by the U.S. military.
These words with accuracy describe reaction in Stalin
during the war to this operation. Which, of course, was
it's [Die Krieggöttin's] purpose," said G., who required
anonymity to discuss the issue.

     The debriefing of Soviet Private Alik Mirskii,
which started this article, was part of that initial
report. The mound of paperwork was quietly released in
1992 with the flood of former Soviet papers, but then
picked up at the time by non-mainstream media.

     Again, a note on the graphic nature of the
translation as Mirskii continued after having broken
down recounting the desecration of his fellow

     "They open [the now dead] Sokolov, remove
parts of him. Organs. Inside parts. Liver. Other
[that] I do not know. Next, with looks at me,
blonde German takes large knife. Bends to knees
and [pause], takes Sokolov's [translation for
genitals] from him [castrates]."
     Mirskii has a difficult time continuing,
but with insistence from Soviet debriefers,

     "Blonde German put him [his genitals] on
plate. Brings in front of me. I [am] cry[ing].
[I] look away but woman pull [my] head back.
German blonde cuts him [Sokolov's genitals] into
pieces. They eat pieces like he is sausage. [That
is when] I throw up. Woman holding [me] drops me.
I am on floor in [my own] vomit. I pass out."

In the years since WW2 and the Third Reich's terror women,
cliches have become sexy and common-place about stiletto-
booted dominant women, dominatrixes and killer femme fatales
as seen in pop culture such as Bond movies and fashion magazine
ads.Some analysts think that kind of subconscious acceptance of
female dominance is proof  'Die Krieggöttin', or whatever these women
really called themselves, used and helped undermine Hitler for their
own purposes, and are very much alive. Somewhere. 

Addendum to Atrocity

     A secret "Fuehrer's-Auftrag" [order by Hitler]
uncovered after the war and detailed in an OSS
compendium of memoranda [ref. Nazi War Criminal
Records Interagency Working Group (IWG) Memo]
shows that Hitler's "War Goddesses" plan was
anything but the sort of "realite-disconnect" so
many impute to the dictator's actions.
     While some of Hitler's acts, such as invading
the Soviet Union in 1941, may have been megalomaniac
and self-destructive in nature, it has been
documented that others could be ascribed to a sort
of evil genius.
     A quote from Der Fuehrer's own "Auftrag" or
order regarding the Die Krieggöttin operation,
suggests a diabolical and cogent understanding of
what he was doing:

"Humanitarianism is the expression of stupidity,
cowardice. What is directed here is the negative
of humanitarian foolery. It is terror that chills 
even myself. Fierce and ruthless womanhood is
an abomination unto all that is known. Serving
the purpose of the Reich, it is sublime."
                          --Adolph Hitler, 1942-43

[Final installment coming: Interview with a former
member of 'Die Krieggöttin', and who these women
really were. And, perhaps, still are.  --- Reston Cane]

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The 'Fraulein Cannibals' of Post-War Germany: Fact? Fiction?

[Editor's note: This is the first part of a multi-part series.
The interview in the article below took place in 2000-2001.
                                                                   ---Reston Cane]

The Last Dark Secret of WW2

 Nazi Women. Have rumors of cannibal Nazi women
been a male magazine twisted fantasy, as in
this men's magazine picture from the 50s? Or,
is there evidence it occurred?

     One of the darkest histories of World War 2 has
been too taboo to discuss for well over a half-century.
     Until now.

     Given the scale and number of atrocities during
that watershed conflict, one may ask, "What could
be left?"
     Even after 60-plus years, one member attached to the
Office of Strategic Services would only agree to talk on
the record using a pseudonym in place of his actual
     Working for an arm of OSS, the Joint
Intelligence Objectives Agency, and specifically
Operation Paperclip, he will go by the name Rick
Clefferds for the purpose of this article.
     What did Clefferds, and others, keep secret these
many years?
     Occurring in the years 1945 through 1948, allegedly
by women of the former Third Reich. Committed in the
then-U.S. occupied German Zones.

     It has long been a dark, hidden, alleged addendum
to World War 2. That at the close of the war
some members of Germany's most powerless,
disenfranchised group, living in a decimated, famine
afflicted country, tried to feed family
members and themselves by committing, in attics or
basements, at night, hidden from scrutiny
or the light of day, an act so shocking it has
repeatedly been eschewed as a tawdry and
pernicious joke.

     Since the first evidence surfaced, charges of
female Germans cannibalizing Allied personnel were
laughed at. Made to appear apocryphal. And still are
     Why? Instances of cannibalism by the Japanese
during WW2 have been known and accepted since
the end of the war. The eating of civilians as well
as captured U.S. fliers and other military personnel
by Japanese officers is documented fact.
     The cannibalism of civilians, mainly Chinese,
can be attributed to cruelty. The desecration and
cannibalism of U.S. personnel, however, was done
not for hunger, but mainly by Japanese officers
seeking the 'power' of their captured enemy.

 The real cannibals? A picture from the files of Operation Paperclip.
Shown upon capture by Allied troops in 1945. Two years later one
of the women here was implicated in fraternizing, seducing and 
cannibalization of U.S. military personnel.

     The most famous of these incidents was very
late in the war when at least one member of a B-29
crew from a downed bomber on Kyushu was beheaded
and had cooked portions of his body fed to Japanese
officers after the B-29's pilot had been sent to
Tokyo (alive) for interrogation.
     Why was alleged German cannibalism immediately
after the war so hidden? A clue may be found
in the actions of General Douglass MacArthur
in 1950, regarding the war crime trials of the
alleged Japanese cannibalism in the B-29 incident.
     MacArthur had all charges of actual cannibalism
dropped, commuted all death sentences, and reduced
sentences for 23 of those originally charged.

'Tough on Communism, soft on Cannibals'

     Rick Clefferds explained both the whitewashing of
German female cannibalism in Post War-Germany,
and General MacArthur's astonishing actions
as being "tough on Communism, soft on cannibals."
     "Look, my job with JIOA (Joint Intelligence
Objectives Agency) and Paperclip was to cover up all
this evidence of atrocities. And I was as Red White
and Blue as any young American kid. But I knew a few
things. If the U.S. didn't get the scientists that
almost won the war for Hitler with the next
generation of weapons, jet planes, rockets and
atomic bombs, then Uncle Joe Stalin would.
     "Whatever these Nazi monsters had done, this
war was over. The next one was coming. I attribute
to the job I did, and the others with Paperclip, the
saving of the world from domination by Communism. Or
from a conflagration that would have made WW2 look
like a Fourth of July weiner bake."

Post-War life for German women was harsh. Starvation
and near-famine conditions were factors in driving a segment
of the female population to the unthinkable, according to an
operative of the U.S. Joint Intelligence Objectives Agency.. 

     Thus there were justifications for saving former
Nazis and war criminals for a privileged life in
the United States. As heroes in the race to the moon, or
other positions preferable to the hanging, or life
sentence in a Soviet Gulag, many thought they
     What, however, could justify covering
up cannibalism of U.S. military personnel by German
women in the Western Occupied Zones?

     "Look at your question," Clefferds says,
lighting a Lucky Strike. "And, you might ask,
why are we talking just about women?
     "Because mostly that's who was left in the
zones at the end of the war. There were no resources.
What these people did to survive was not, like the
Holocaust, a mass planned genocide. It was small
pockets of citizens who'd lost everything, just
trying to survive. It's not an excuse, but it puts
things in (a) different perspective than the
concentration camps. The Japanese officers
eating fly boys," Clefferds says.

Outlawed artwork. This German-made Art Deco style statuette
was fabricated by ultra right-wing German political factions in the 
late 40s to celebrate the actions of 'Reich's-Frauen' in killing
and cannibalizing occupying Allied soldiers after WW2. The
art work has been outlawed in Germany

     Was that the official reasoning?
     "Fuck. There was no, I repeat, NO official
reasoning here. This was all unofficial. But before
an organization of the U.S. Government is covertly
ready to excuse--which is not really the right
word--is ready to look the other way in something like
this, it helps if there is a qualitative difference
in the type of killing committed. Even, cannibalism.

     "Let me ask you something Mr. Reporter. Do you
see a difference between Tojo generals eating a
dining plate of kid fliers versus a starving
fraulein facing starvation of her daughter and
herself. Doing this as a last resort?"

     As compelling as the point may or may not be,
it was only a minor consideration, according to
Clefferds. The real concern was the need for a
Post War Western Alliance to counter the
     The former JIOA/Operation Paperclip operative
outlined at least five instances of cannibalism he personally
knew of, which to his satisfaction were verified as
having occurred. These were mainly young to middle-
aged German women seducing U.S. and some other
Allied personnel to compromised situations where
they were drugged, killed, butchered, cooked, and
served as food for the starving women, their families.
And at times neighbors.

     Most disturbing is that in at least one of those
instances, vampirism was also verified to have
occurred. That as both a method to kill the drugged
personnel, and as an additional food source.
     "As disgusting as this stuff sounds, the fact
was that less than 50 victims were ever identified.
And it is my belief that in all of it, I doubt if there
were more than 100 victims total. If that.

 Perhaps more disturbing than even the killing, desecration
and cannibalization of U.S. GI's, were proven instances of
'vampirism', whereby bound victims were killed by the drinking
of their blood prior to butchering and cannibalism.

     "But the specific reason none of this was allowed
to reach light of day? Political. Clearly,
unequivocally, undeniably, and righfully so.
     "In the war that was coming, and I think
history has proved (sic) Churchill exactly right, whether
it was the Cold War that did happen, or the hot
war with the Soviets we thought was coming...a
public relations disaster would have ensued
making it impossible to turn Germans into
allies of the West.
     "And that, Mr. Reporter, would have
led, undeniably, to a world that would've made
a loss to Hitler seem like tiddly winks. Hitler was
a Napoleon. We could have fought an occupation
and overturned it in time, with God's help. But a
technologically overwhelming Soviet Union that'd
scooped up all Hitler's scientists, would have
put the West at an unendurable loss, (and) would
have turned Earth into a living Hell.
     "As personally disgusting as cannibalism,
something like that could not be allowed to disturb
the future alliance of Germany and the West that would,
and I think you'll agree did, save freedom in the Post
War World."

The 'Whitewash'

     From 1945 to 1947 Rick Clefferds personally
worked as a can-do member of Operation Paperclip,
a program of the U.S. Office of Strategic Services
under JIOA.
     He had the exigent and critical task of bringing
German Nazi scientists over to the Allied side by
'cleansing' or 'bleaching' their Nazi past. To
integrate them into a Western defense in the
'cold', or assumed 'hot', war with the Soviet Union
that was thought by elements of the West to be coming.
     The most famous of these file cleansings was none
other than of the designer of rockets for both
Hitler's unsuccessful V-2 attempt to level London,
and for John Kennedy's successful plan to put a man on
the moon.
     Wernher von Braun.

To be fair, JIOA personnel verified only about 50 actual victims of
cannibalism by German women in the Western Occupied Zones
after WW2. All Allied military men. Despite small numbers
compared to other horrors of the war, the stigma of women
seducing men to kill, and then eat, is a horrific one.

     "Most people now know we went to the moon on Nazi
brainpower. Lots and lots of it. Von Braun was just the
tip of that iceberg," says Clefferds, a tall, gracefully
aging man with remnants of a Texas accent and a penchant
for Lucky Strikes, "a habit I picked up working in
the American Zones (in Germany). We handed 'em out for
free to our guys."
     Clefferds has made the case for an equivalence
in importance of saving Nazi scientists and covering
up occurrences of women cannibalizing Western (mostly
U.S.) personnel in the American Zones.
     "One woman I can verify had parts of four
skeletons identified as U.S. and British personnel
in her basement, and pieces of one butchered
young GI in an icebox. She ended up in Italy married to a
wealthy Fiat executive. (She) admitted paying a
prostitute to get them (the victims) drunk during sex,
and let her have them (afterward). She'd take the drunk
young men, pour scotch down their throats until they were
out (unconscious, and) put them on a slant board. Slit their
throats, wrists, and bleed 'em. Her defense, given in pretty
good English was,'they did not suffer'.
     "I personally wanted to taker her outside and shoot
her. I don't know one agency person there who didn't. Or
worse. But we had a world to save, and making an incident
was exactly the wrong way to do that."

 A  fraulein early in the war, attached as a service assistant to a unit
of the Wermacht. By war's end women such as her would be dealing
with the overwhelming  conditions of a decimated nation. This woman
had been investigated by JIOA investigators for seduction in the
disappearance of six U.S. servicemen. Stamped on her file was the 

     Clefferds grimaces at the recounting.

     "This is the first time I told anyone this. I
was the guy who got her into Rome. I set meetings
up between Hilda (not her name, but what
investigators nicknamed her) and a half-dozen very
eligible men that were getting rich through the Marshall
     "I didn't have a shrink to guarantee anything, but
our position on the ground was that these women went
through hell. Put in a good situation, she would not
commit these acts again. Shit, we weren't going to do
what the Nazis did, and take her out and shoot her, no
matter how much that would have been my personal
     "She wasn't a bad looker either.
Most of them weren't, which is how they suckered
these kids in. In the end, I'd say nearly all of them were
normal women who'd been pushed too far. Which doesn't
say much for 'normal', but there you are."

     Did the Fiat executive know of her past?
     "Are you shitting me? You think we said,
'By the way, your new lovely wife ate four Allied
military personnel?' That was a non-starter son.
     "No one knew the real past of any of these women.
It couldn't have been done otherwise. And to this day, I've not
heard about any of them going back zombie on us."
     But Clefferds points out that if President Truman,
or leaders of any of the Allied Nations, had been aware
of any of this, even resurrection of the scientists,
the entire operation would have been shuttered.

Horror movie or History?

     Clefferds is more eager to discuss the political
reasons for whitewashing these acts than dwelling on
the horrors themselves. After all, his job was to
erase this chapter from history.
     With the fall of the USSR, and a unified West, and
unimpeachable German-U.S. relationship, truth can safely
be analyzed, Clefferds feels. It also allows him to speak
about the one incident that gave him pause. That might
have led to his quitting the program. Or worse, exposing
Paperclip's role in covering up the cannibalism of U.S.
personnel in the U.S. Zones.

 In the end, the orders against 'fraternization' were ignored by 
young GI's who never could have imagined how an affair with
a pretty woman could become a nightmare.

     "I remember a young girl, German girl, was brought
in by the constab (U.S. Constabulary, U.S. forces acting
in police capacities in U.S. occupied zones). She
looked well-fed, which in itself was odd,"
Clefferds recalls.
     "What truly haunted me, and to this day, was the
look in her eyes. No way to describe that."

     The 11-year old girl had wandered into
a local constabulary HQ. She had a story that first
amused the U.S. personnel. Then horrified them as they
became uncertain whether it was in fact real or not.
     The OSS was contacted, which quickly had the
matter referred to JIOA. Clefferds and his superior
had the girl brought in for questioning.

     "My CO left the room. 'It's yours Rick. Why
they pay you the big bucks' he said. Of course I knew
he had to maintain his deniability. But hell, who wanted
to hear this."
     The young girl told Clefferds how her father had
been killed on the Eastern Front, and her brother,
12-years-old, had joined the civilian forces for the
defense of the homeland in the final days of the war.
The brother had been killed as well. The girl, her
mother and her aunt were all that remained.
     As sad and horrendous as the story would be,
it was not something that could be dismissed as untrue
given the dreadful German conditions. And given what
else Clefferds had seen, and had found people to be
capable of.
     "She told how her aunt, and then her
mother, started seeing soldiers. The GI's were 'kind'
to them. Still, her aunt, by the girl's words, hated
the soldiers. Specially having to 'love' them
in exchange for things, as the kid put it."

     The girl ended up describing something
out of a vampire film from the 1990s, which must
have been mind blowing to a young foreign service
worker in occupied Germany in 1946.
     "It was insane. The girl didn't even have the
words to describe what she'd seen. Even with the
     Clefferds and a discreet group of OSS investigators
went to the residence, arrested the girl's aunt and
mother, shocked at what they found. An apartment
that, in the front room, was was set up like a brothel.
Behind curtains leading to another room, there was what
Clefferds could only describe as a killing room.
Beyond that was a butchery and large ice box in the room
of an abandoned apartment behind their flat.
     "The insanity was what they had to say. The
aunt was a bona fide Nazi. Had her party papers. The
whole thing. She hated us. She bragged about the young
soldiers she brought home. (That) she and her sister took
into that back room and killed.
     "The Germans are a clean people. And that killing
room looked spic and span. Like a kitchen. But you knew
what went on there. It creeps me out right now. There were
a few specks of blood on the huge butcher knives. They
tested human."
     Why had the German women admitted so easily what they
had done? According to Clefferds, that was normal, if
that word can be used, with virtually all the women who
authorities discovered committing such acts.
     "They saw it as some form of accepted resistance.
Something they could, and even should, be proud of. There
was nothing left to them. They couldn't even fight and die,
like their men could. So this was it.
     "When uncovered, it was like saying,
'Fuck you! We still can fight.' I was provided
one psychologist by the government who had clearance to
discuss all I went through. To help me. This was his
suggestion. And over years of thinking (about) this, I think he
had it (right)."

Dyanne Thorne, in her role as the ultimate German Bitch,
ILSA SHE WOLFE OF THE SS. Another latter day caricature
of at least some events that were in fact documented by the
Joint Intel Objectives Agency.
     Clefferds continued describing what he learned from
the women about what they'd done.
     At first they had attempted to keep their
daughter/niece out of the rooms when they had a soldier
there. But the spaces were small, and the girl saw more
than they had imagined.
     The aunt proudly detailed everything that was done
to the unlucky GI's. The mother, when told what her
sister said, affirmed it was true.

     The women would bring one soldier home at a time.
The young GI would clearly be contravening the laws
against fraternization with Germans. Which was not unusual.
     In the front room the young American would be seduced
by both the aunt and mother. Clefferds described them
"as women any man might have trouble resisting, fraternization
laws or no laws".
     The aunt, despite hatred of the Allies, was
more than happy to initiate sex. The mother would give the
victim drinks of alcohol. Ironically, the scotch and bourbon
came from other GI's hoping for sex, or casually fraternizing.
Often, the aunt would begin with oral intercourse, and then
actual. The mother would do more casual things, like kissing
the victims in between feeding them drinks of the hard stuff.
     According to Clefferds, the aunt "may have hated
Americans, but she sure enjoyed fucking them. Figuratively
as much as in deed."
     The most shocking would occur next. It made Clefferds
particularly angry that a little girl would have seen it.
     When the GI's were taken into the 'killing room', it
wasn't just killing that would occur. The women, mostly the
aunt, but the mother too, would engage in sex with the young
American military personnel as they were bound, and being killed.

[to be continued]

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Murderess Chic

[Continued from previously]

Lane Dahlquist picked up men and killed them.
She wrote about her kills as if they were fiction,
in unpublished pulp fiction-style novels.

A Haunted Detective

     Ventura County Sheriff's Deputy Ray Vogler hadn't seen it all.
     But he'd seen quite a bit.
     "It would be a cliche to say I'd never seen anything like it. But, I'd never seen anything like it," Vogler said about the several decade old unsolved crime, sitting at a bar while chain smoking Lark cigarettes after pulling off the filters.
     Ray is no longer with the department, having left about five years after the murder of a young surfer who had been a friend of his nephew. There has also been the alleged killing of a witness.
     "Ray Vogler" is not the detective's real name, which has been changed for use in this article. For several reasons.
     "That case was controversial. Because I'd been on scene, and saw how this kid was left, it stuck with me. I wouldn't let it go. (And) the kid was a friend of the family. When the case wouldn't come together to satisfy the DA and brass, I wouldn't let go. It was personal," 'Vogler' says after his fourth filterless Lark in 30 minutes.
     Personal is where it shouldn't go for a cop. When Vogler wouldn't accept the case could not be brought, "I started to get treated like a bad character out of a TV movie. Started with the brass. (But) by the time I left I'd had it. Even the new kids had heard of me. I'd become the last thing you want on a PD. That crazy guy who's haunted by the case that got away."
     'Vogler's one condition in speaking for this piece, written in 2006 and published here for the first time, was to not use his actual name.

Her M.O. was to kill during sex. In this case
a surprise spiked surgery tool into the base
of the skull during intercourse. Her victim hadn't a chance.

A Haunting Case

     From the moment Vogler first saw the 23-year-old local Ventura surfer's body, he promised himself he'd solve the case.
     "I failed. Let him down. My nephew, was the kid's surf buddy. Sure, they smoked a bit of weed. Threw back a six-pack or two on the weekends. But he was a good kid (and) didn't deserve to die like that," Vogler says, ordering his second scotch and soda of the evening to go with his mutilated Larks. We sit on an outside patio, where smoking is still permitted at bars in California.
     "In this state (California) they'll let the rich, the connected, kill people like that kid. But a former detective can't smoke inside in a bar. That screwed up, or what?" the former detective says, letting out some of the bitterness remaining after all these years.
     Asked to describe the crime scene, and the subsequent information about the killing from forensics, Vogler orders another double scotch soda. Even though the one in front of him isn't finished.

     "Talk about your sick stuff. It was like a sacrifice. Some kind of ritual. But neat. Pretty. Wacko.
     "I knew a few guys who'd been at the Manson murders back when. (I) saw some of those photos. That was savage. But somehow this was worse. Crazy people on drugs going crazy is one thing. But sacrificing a kid nice, neat, thought out, like that's what he'd been born to be used for. Fries my brain. My soul, if you will."

     Vogler takes a moment's rest to rip the filter off another Lark before lighting it. Finish his scotch soda before starting on the double that awaits, in front of his heavy body, still solid for a man in his sixties.
     Asked about the specifics of what he saw, and the forensics info, he grimaces as if feeling pain from an old injury.
     Then he braces with a drink, and goes into it.
     "Okay. first there's this kid. Coulda been my nephew. laying there naked on the bed.
     "No sign of struggle. That was the first signal of something up. Relaxed. Eyes closed. Almost a smile on his face. Like he's at peace with whatever happened to him.
     "Blankets' pulled back. Dried something on the sheets around his, you know..."

Sheriff's Det. 'Ray Vogler', a man traumatized by
the murder of his nephew's surf pal. Killed during sex
with, he says, an attractive blonde surgeon twice the kid's age.

     Vogler, a hardened detective, used the term "you know" for a murder victim's sex organs. Vogler wasn't the kind of guy that would cringe at using stronger terms. Few detectives were. But he had been traumatized by this case.
     "Anyone who wasn't a virgin could see this kid had been fucking someone. There was dried blood that had come out from behind his head. He had a mess of tangled hair that was dried together in the spot where he'd been...where she had..."
     Vogler crushes out a Lark. Tears off the filter to another. Lights it and continues.
     "He'd been punctured in the back of the head with something. No sign of struggle. Anywhere. Pretty obvious what went on," Vogler said, pausing to get lost somewhere in his mind while splashing some scotch and soda down his throat.
     Vogler didn't follow up on what "obvious" meant. He figured it was...obvious. But I asked anyway.
     "Guess you had to be there to understand. Whoever he was with, which I came to, came to know, was Dahlquist. She had nailed him in the back of the head while they were doin' it. No struggle. No ruffle to the sheets. (He) never saw it coming.
     "She left him just like that. Those were the days before DNA. I think a year or so later was the first conviction using it. Our department wasn't set up with any kinda procedure (for it)," Vogler said.
     "DNA regarding?" I asked.
     Vogler looked at me like I wasn't following along. I was, but had to nail things down.
     "The dried liquids. You know, the kind during sex? It was all over his (genitals)...soaked and dried in the sheets. Today they'd have that analyzed and ready to convict. Back then I don't think our guys had even taken a class on that stuff (DNA) yet."
     Vogler sits, reflects for a second. Drinks. Considers another cigarette, but passes. Then speaks.
     "I'm not ripping our department. Hey, we were a small jurisdiction. That was before DNA was happening. Anyway, forensics did corroborate what I already knew. The dried liquid on and around the kid's body was from a broad. What'd they call it? 'Vaginal discharge.' (While) fucking him. Not the technical term in the report, which was, if I recall, 'intercourse'.
     "Basically, she spiked him while she fucked him. Guess that's getting double fucked, huh?"

The killer was older now. But still beautiful. And smart.
Perhaps too smart to have been discovered until
after her own death.

Another Victim

     If there's one thing about the case former Det. Ray Vogler can live with, it's that the Ventura County's crime lab was not cutting edge enough in 1986 to collect, handle and preserve DNA in the case. Really, just before DNA evidence came into it's own.
    What Vogler says he can't live with is the system's failure given other evidence in the case.
    "We had a witness. We didn't protect him like we should. She got him. I'm sure of it. Once he was gone, that was it. Point. Game. Match. Lady walks."
---Res Cane


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

"Don't Worry Baby"

[Continued from previously]

Lane Dalquist wrote of a murderess in sunglasses who
picked up a young surfer to kill. It is believed the character
was actually herself.

A Strange Pleasure

     Lane Dalquist allegedly enjoyed killing men. During sexual intercourse.
     Aside from that idiosyncracy, she had a life as a respected surgeon. Was the charming wife of a Hollywood producer. And, Dalquist enjoyed writing.
     Writing about the murders she is alleged to have committed.

     An unpublished short story from the estate of Lane Dalquist was brought to light five years after her death in the mid-90s, It was part of the tapestry of evidence come to light after her death that turned faint suspicions among a very few while she lived, into quiet certainty for many in the aftermath of her contradictory life.

     It involves, as most of the stories Dalquist wrote, a heroine huntress looking for men. Most noticeable is that, while her main character is a serial killer, the character's murders, the way she conducts them, and the protagonist herself, are held in implicit approval.
     As a journalist and editor I had to admire the immaculate editing job Dalquist did on her own work, if not the source material for what is now believed to autobiographical.
     In exerpts from this untitled writing, we see romanticization of the murderess as she seeks a slight divergence in the victims she has heretofore been selecting.
     "Bret" was the perfect man for the purposes of her main character, Olympia, a mid-forty-something class act lady from the La Jolla area of California.
     From the manuscript:

     "Olympia only went by her full name in circles she normally ran. But slumming along surf bar row in Oceanside, on the prey for the right young man, she called herself 'Pia'
     The parking lot of the Hodaddy, a beer bar decorated with old surfing boards, did not offer hope finding what she was after this day. 'Pia' had up until recently, not chosen to play in her own backyard. She had also preferred the clean cut, middle-thirties businessman or playboy type for her needs. However, as she matured into the forties, she became more daring, playing closer to home, and, seeking a different caste of male.

The victim in Lane's story was picked up at a surf bar.
The victim in real life was picked up at a surf bar, picked up
by Lane herself, it is now believed.

     At 3:30 in the afternoon the only car in the parking lot of the Hodaddy was a dirty red Chevy pickup truck with an old surfing board, browned and beaten from ocean use. Pia could have moved on, but was thirsty. It was not likely the Hodaddy served the dry chardonnays she preferred, but even a light beer would do fine at this point.
     Additionally, something suggested the owner of the truck might be exactly what she was slumming for. The bar was empty except for a bartender watching the sports channel, an old, disheveled man who appeared too old to lift a beer mug, let alone solvent enough to pay for a drink, and the owner of the surfer truck.
     Pia would learn the young man's name was Bret, and that he surfed every day. With not a lot of prying she found he was willing to spend the evening with a good looking  woman barely old enough to be his mother.
     It was easy for Pia to imagine what a naked Bret would look like. All he was wearing in the bar was a pair of surfer trunks with odd colored fish prints on them, flip flops, loose shoulder-length golden locks, and a darling smile on his youngishly handsome face."

A Story Inspired by Murder

     The narrative reads no worse than any slightly mundane, noir romantic novel of the time. Except for the graphic and erotic sexual violence that comes later.
     Had the prose limited itself to romantic dry rot, it could have succeeded as published middling fare. The element of jagged eroticism and pungent, horridly sexual violence, would give the writing a depth perhaps beyond the author's own intent.
     Artists often create because they must exorcise demons, not because they are geniuses at knowing how to make something into a piece of worthy art.
     Lane Dalquist has been dead for some 15 years, and we will never know if she had the abilities to bring banal romantic writing to another level via Tarrantino and Scorcese-like violence. Or if a simple need for catharsis created what some call brilliant works, despite herself.
     We do know that Dalquist had demons to dispel.
     It is a convention of legal niceties that the term "alleged" is attached to the murders Lane Dalquist is thought to have committed. The narrative above, typical lady book romanticism, diverges as "Pia", Lane's assumedly autobiographical protagonist, moves on to sex with her pickup surfer. And then, beyond sex.
     More from the manuscript:

     "Pia knew how this evening would end, but getting their was almost half the fun.
     Pia told her surfer manboy that she had to worry about her anonymity, and would appreciate not to be seen leaving with him. Pia would depart first, drive to a local chain grocery market, park, and wait for Bret to pull into the lot. Then she would get into his truck and accompany him home, taking a cab later that night back. The young surfer with the darling smile was more than amenable.

The car in the story was a Chevy surf truck with a board
in the back. Above, the real car of the real victim. Lane
changed the brand, but not much else about the killing.

     Before leaving, Pia reached into his baggie surfer trunks, grabbed ahold of his masculinity, and squeezed in such a way as to bring an instant erection. "Fuck! You sure know the body lady," Bret inelegantly said. Pia smiled. She had reached under his scrotum, far enough back to also exert pressure on the prostate, as well as the testicles. She had enough sexual ability to accomplish the desired effect, but eight years of medical school and close to 20 as a practicing surgeon gave her more than enough knowedge to know where to touch a man to get almost any reaction, let alone make him stiff in an instant.
     "I want you to be sure you'll know what you're missing if you don't show at the parking lot for me," the beautiful Pia whispered.
     "Woa mam. Don't you worry. Get on over there because I can't wait to leave and pick you up." Pia did just that."

     As far as "Bret" is concerned, the final scene is at his beach house, where Pia prepares to do what she always seems to do. And, allegedly what Lane did in real life:

     "Young Bret was naked on his own bed, and more splendid looking undressed than Pia had imagined. For herself, Pia had removed her designer jeans and white silk blouse, leaving her only in stiletto heels, a black bra, and the sunglasses she had not removed since picking up her surfer at the bar.
     Bret's nine inch masculinity was straight up, his eyes yearning for this woman who had arrived into his life from nowhere. Pia had convinced the surfer to be a bit kinky, and she'd tied his naked, ocean-honed body to the posts on his bed so he could not escape the delights he expected.
     She had doubled the pillow over and put it under his golden wild hair so she could ravage and savage his mouth with her tongue and lips as she fucked him into delirium. And then, as she did what else she had planned.
     Pia slipped out of her heels, mounted the bed, and then mounted Bret. Sliding down onto his erect flesh, slowly, letting it seep into her own body, until they both ached to be one. Only Pia truly knew how to render that conclusion. To bring them to unity. And she would soon do so.
     Bret had not seen, nor needed to see, Pia's instrument. As a surgeon she had her pick of paraphernalia. Her favorite of current days was spike shaped. She had fashioned a comfortable handle for what was normally an operating room instrument. It now sat poised next to the pillow on which Bret's sweet head lay. Unseen by him.
     As her ritual began, Pia and her male's mouth became one, tongue's wrapping around each other like wrestling or mating snakes. His yearning flesh filling her deeply with each up-down motion she made, bringing them both slowly to rhythmic pulsations of ecstasy. His moans urged on her own soft, sweet 'oh's, and 'aaaahs'. But, what she would do next to her darling, was anything but sweet. But necessary. Oh, so necessary, for him to be her's forever.

The victim in Lane's story was a handsome young surf kid.
The real victim, murdered during sexual intercourse was, not
surprisingly, a handsome young surf kid.

Murder During Orgasm

     She waited for Bret to build to a crescendo. Pia was a sexually skilled woman who could time her own eruption to her partner's. However, there was a third element to the evening's pleasures. Pia's nipples hardened as she thought of it, and brought her spike to rest behind her surfer's head. Ready for entry, much as he had penetrated her with his own tool. Pia always smiled at the irony.
     Sweet Bret built to the moment he thought he wanted, and which she wanted more than anything, and Pia built with him. Excited beyond imagination at what was about to happen, as it had happened many times before for her with other men.
     She lowered herself again, slowly with all deliberation, and thought, "Yes, this must be the moment." She was correct. As her body's opening swallowed Bret's flesh for the last time, to the base of his pelvis, she heard his utterance of orgasm. And felt it.
     "Aghhhhhhhhhh..." he cried in total pleasure. Pia felt his ejaculation like a liquid shotgun blast into her loins. Then, she let go of herself, her moan mingling with his cry of pleasure. Then, and only then, she proceeded.
     Into him, with expert skill of 20 years as one of the world's best surgeons, her instrument penetrated deep into the base of the young, beautiful surfer's skull. So quickly, and perfectly, that he normally would not feel it. But, during his orgasm, even had Pia's skill been off, he would have been unaware.
     Still, her trajectory was true as always. His body twitched with the pleasure of sexual release into the beautiful woman atop him, but as she too shook with satisfaction and her own release, he was already a dead man, though still breathing and conscious.
     In a few precious moments the internal bleeding in his brain would overtake him. And, still as the pleasure swarmed over him, Bret would feel himself mysteriously losing consciousness. Wondering why? Not hurting, but nevertheless falling into a deep, forever sleep with only pleasure vibrating through his superb body. Pia, had made sure his death would be sublime for him, as well as for her. She thought, "How exquisite to feel your lover die as he reaches the greatest joy of his life. With you. What greater favor can you do a man than give him the death all men dream about? To slip away in sheer delight while united in the flesh with a beautiful woman whose love is so strong it must consume you?"
     Pia watched as the pleasure lingered, but a look of questioning crept into Bret's pretty eyes. That look of questioning, like that of a small boy seeking his mother's reassurance when something feels not quite right. Her wet mouth gently kissed those eyes, and then she pulled her sunglasses off, for the first time, letting him see her own piercing, lovely eyes, eating him, drinking him in, much as her own flesh had swallowed his manhood whole.

Lane painted the protagonist in her story as some
sort of idyllic love priestess who sacrificed the young
surfer during the pinnacle of sexual intercourse.
Story details matched the actual murder.

     Bret could not speak now. 'They' never could. Once penetrated, they would just die. And quickly. She had only moments to reassure him. To love him, and let him die happy and cared for.
     "Don`t worry baby, everything will work out all right. Don`t worry baby."
     And he didn't, worry. Bret died softly with a smile on his lips, and with thankful eyes. Never knowing she had killed him, or really what had happened to his young life.
     While his eyes frosted over, glazed in the expression of gratitude to her, Pia kissed his forhead gently, lovingly. Then, she turned cold. Ready to leave this dead but still warm piece of flesh that was of no more use to her. She lifted up from him, his still hard and warm cock pulling easily out of her wet insides, dropping unceremoniously onto his now dead thighs.
     Pia was a Goddess. She had taken the spirit of the surfer manboy and made it her own forever in that one moment of savage lovemaking. In the future she would masturbate, thinking of how he would always be hers in that moment. Like she had masturbated over the others she had taken. Concerning his now dead flesh, she had no use for it and would leave it to be found by others who could never understand the true nature of the love she and the boy had enjoyed.
     While Pia dressed, she smiled at the double entendre. Proud of it. A little joke she would enjoy the rest of her life.
     Normally, as she reassured her males, she would tell them, "Don't worry, it's going to be okay." But Bret was a surfer and she had modified her words to him.
     After all, how appropriate to kill a surfer during lovemaking and whisper words from "Don't Worry Baby." The Beach Boys."

Did She Do It? One Detective Says Yes

     What is one to think of the writing? It's self-absorption. Self-importance. Presumptions of grandeur and a right to kill for pleasure?

The actual murder was committed by Lane Dalquist, according
to the belief of the Ventura County Sheriff's detective who
investigated the case those years ago. Though, the case was never proven.

     It is too absurd, too pathetic and psychotic to take seriously. Unless it is a brilliant attempt to portray insight into the literary character of a deluded killer. But in retrospect now, it appears to be uncontrollable self-revelation rather than brilliance.
     While Lane Dalquist was alive, and not suspected of actually doing these deeds, her writing was in fact seen as brilliant, if, however, too suggestive to be published as the work of a renowned surgeon.
     A beautiful female surgeon writing about a beautiful female surgeon who is a killer.
     Both the screenwriter who rewrote her prose into the erotic sexual murder scene in the film 'Lassiter', and Nina, the publishing editor who thought the work too close to home to publish, were impressed. Had they known what the work was based on, they most likely would have been shocked.

     One man, however, was not blinded by the lights of Lane's so-called brilliance. By her reputation as one of the world's finest surgeons. The gorgeous wife of a Hollywood producer. The paradigm of an accomplished woman.
     "I never could prove a damn thing. And sometimes I wasn't sure myself. But when it came down to it, I couldn't shake the feeling. She did it."
     Ventura County Sheriff's Det. Ray Vogler, who had an ID on a car matching that of Lane Dalquist's in the surf bar's parking lot, and an hour later, in the grocery store parking lot, getting out of her Mercedes and into the surfer, and murder victim's, truck.
     However, the body of a surfer was found in Ventura, not Oceanside. In his Ventura bungalow a week after his murder.
     The surf bar was the Surf Vu in Ventura. The truck not a Chevy, as in Lane's piece, but a red Ford Bronco.
     Dalquist's written story took place in Oceanside, almost 200 miles down the coast. Aside from that discrepancy, a different name for the surf bar, different model truck, and different victim's and murderer's names, there were no differences between the murder Det. Ray Vogler was investigating, and the one Lane had "created" for her story.
     "The one witness in that was circumstantial...he saw the broad with the guy (victim). (He saw them together) in the right spots (to corroborate Dalquist as the perpetrator). But...(he was) a local beach bum. Woulda been an uphill battle to get the DA to run with this," Vogler recalls, some 20 years after the fact.
     "But what really killed the case, if you pardon the expression, was (when) our witness turned up dead," several weeks after talking to police, Vogler said.
     "Can't prove anything. But I know, in my gut, she killed the surf kid. And, what's more, (I believe) she got the witness too."
---Reston Cane

[To be continued]