Fatal Friends, Deadly Neighbors (25 page)

When he heard later that it was Dina’s twin—Nina—who said she was at the mansion, he could not agree with that. He insisted it was Dina, Max’s mother, he had seen and she had dark hair.

The bicyclist must have been mistaken. Numerous witnesses place Dina in the hospital at Max’s bedside throughout Tuesday night.

He also looked at photographs of Becky Zahau. The woman pacing around the entrance to the mansion had looked nothing at all like the dead woman.

“Did you see her go inside?” a detective asked.

“No,” he said. “This woman didn’t appear to go into the Spreckels Mansion—she only walked back and forth from the front porch to the driveway several times in a way that made her look distressed—but not terrified.”

Was this another suspect in a case that was growing stranger by the hour? Or could it have been Becky herself, wandering the darkened grounds of her lover’s estate, beside herself with grief over Max? Or so upset with something or someone inside the estate that she was afraid to go back inside?

Everyone looks different in the dark.

There was one thing no one but a very few people knew: the back door of the mansion was never locked! Jonah, Adam, Becky, and Dina—who had once lived there—knew that. Possibly Nina did, too.

There may have been others aware of the unlocked door—deliverymen, employees who worked around the estate. It was hard to know how many—if any.

Chapter Eight

Becky Zahau’s autopsy began at 10:18 on the morning of July 14. Aside from Dr. Lucas and his assistants, there were many witnesses. From the San Diego Sheriff’s Department came detective Mark Palmer and forensic evidence technicians John Farrell and Brande Silverthorn. Detective Keith James represented the Coronado Police Department. Deputy district attorney William LaFond was there, along with forensic autopsy specialist Steve Hannum.

Rebecca was nude except for a “Power Balance” band on her right wrist, and a black “Bionic Band” and yellow “Live Strong” band on her left. She had clearly been a believer in exercise and a healthy lifestyle.

And her autopsy would show that she
had
been in perfect shape. All of her organs, including her heart and lungs, demonstrated how careful she had been about her health. Although she was petite, she had strong muscles. If she had been attacked by someone who choked her and then hung her, and if she had any warning, she would have fought hard to survive.

Perhaps she had no warning at all.

Rebecca was very well groomed, with permanently tattooed eyebrows and eyeliner, and her very long black hair was clean and shiny. She had medium-sized breast implants, a taut body, and neatly trimmed fingernails painted a bright orange.

The thick, reddish-orange towrope had been used to bind Rebecca’s hands behind her back and tie her ankles together. There were five loops around her right wrist and six around her left. At their narrowest point, it was possible to separate her wrists about two and a half inches. The rope was eighty-four inches long and extended from the slipknot on her left wrist, exiting between her right index and middle finger. The shorter segment of the same rope extended from a fixed knot on her right wrist. The segments of rope were haphazardly arranged in a figure-eight pattern.

Dr. Lucas noticed a small amount of what appeared to be black paint on one of the loops around her left wrist. He had noted black paint dabs on her breasts the evening before.

He found that Rebecca’s right hand could be slipped out of the binding with mild pressure, and when he took up slack on the right side, her left hand could be removed. Her ankles were bound much the same way as her wrists were.

There is, of course, an immediate question that begged an answer. Why would someone intent upon hanging herself even bother to tie her hands and feet? How could she have managed to get up on the balcony’s railing and drop off—without the use of either her hands or legs? And she surely could not have slipped her hands out once she dropped at the end of a noose.

Another segment of the towrope was around Rebecca’s neck, and it had left deep furrows and petechiae (pinpoint hemorrhages) before it reached its apex behind her right ear. Her neck was not broken, but there was a good deal of hemorrhaging in the sternocleidomastoid and strap muscles there. The pathologist felt this had occurred when she had dropped the nine feet, two inches from the balcony.

Perhaps.

There were many petechiae in Becky’s eyes, face, and mouth, and coarser petechiae above the furrow left by the rope in her neck. These small explosions of blood occur during strangulation—whether by human hands, ligature or garrote, or hanging. Her hyoid bone (at the far back of her tongue) was fractured, something that often happens when a victim is manually strangled.

A detail that most women might notice—but men wouldn’t—was that Becky’s long hair was
beneath
the rope around her neck. Women whose hair extends below their necks invariably lift it when they put on coats or other garments that might bind it in. If Rebecca Zahau had intended to hang herself, it would seem logical that she would lift her hair free of the rope, if only to get a tight fit around her neck.

When Dr. Lucas had initially examined her body around 7:30 the night before, he had found rigor mortis was marked in her upper and lower extremities (arms and legs), and in her neck and her jaw. By then she had lain on the grass all day and into the evening. The purplish lividity pattern in her body was along her back and the back of her legs, and it was fixed. If she had hung for hours during the night before being discovered, gravity would have dropped the deepest purple-red stains to her feet and lower legs.

The towrope was seven-sixteenths of an inch thick, and the handle had a warning that read, “Intended only for towing up to a maximum of two people or 340 pounds on an inflatable tube.”

The manner in which the rope was knotted and tied was extremely complicated, done by someone accomplished and familiar with such knots. A Boy Scout or a sailor would surely know more about tying ropes than Rebecca would.

Some of the findings were problematic. Becky had blood in her vaginal vault, and dried blood along her perineum, trickling down the inside of her thigh, but it didn’t appear that she had been raped. She had possibly been menstruating at the time of her death.

There were no contusions on her vulva or inside her vagina. A birth control device was still in place in her uterus.

But it was possible that she had struggled for her life. She had a group of three linear abrasions on the center of her forehead. The scratches ranged in length from one inch to one and three-fourths inches. There was a scratch on her upper right forehead, almost hidden by her hairline.

How had those gotten there? More puzzling were the four hemorrhages
beneath
the right front part of her scalp. This blood was trapped between the bony part of the skull and the scalp, in what is called the subgaleal area. It is a problem found most often in newborns after a tough delivery, but it can also be caused by blows to the head in adults.

It was fairly easy to attribute some of the scratches on her body to bramble bushes beneath the balcony where Rebecca had allegedly been hanging. Moreover, if she had run for her life in the dark, she could have sustained similar cuts. Most of the scratches, small cuts, punctures, and bruises were on her back extending from her neck to the middle of her buttocks.

On the back of Rebecca’s right hand, Lucas saw four red scratches, and there was a deeper abrasion between her third and fourth finger with skin tags that had been torn free at the edges of the wound.

Her feet were caked with mud.

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If there were questions about what the investigators found outside the Spreckels Mansion, there were even more about what was
inside.
Detective Angela Tsuida, who was directing the murder probe, wrote a report about what she found on the second floor of the main house. Rebecca’s room was at the east end of the second level of the residence. Detective Tsuida noted a white and green towel in the hallway just outside that bedroom, along with drops of what looked like dried blood.

It could also have been black paint.

More chilling, however, was a crudely painted message on one panel on the hall side of the door. Someone had used black paint as a medium to print the words, all in caps:

SHE SAVED HIM

CAN YOU SAVE HER

What on earth did that signify? The meaning behind these seven words has eluded almost everyone who has heard about them. There have been myriad opinions on who “SHE” was and who “HIM” and “HER” were. If this was a code, it certainly wasn’t going to be easy to decipher.

Early on, the sheriff’s office chose to keep what was painted on the door a secret. It could have become one of the unknown bits of evidence that might distinguish a chronic confessor from a real murderer.

Just inside Rebecca’s room, Tsuida found two paintbrushes. One had black paint on its bristles. There were also two knives—one with a four-and-a-half-inch blade, and the other with an eight-inch blade—a white plastic bag, and, closer to the bed, a tube of black paint. She also saw the now-familiar red towrope.

Although the connections among these items of possible vital physical evidence were obscure at this point, it might all come clear as the investigation proceeded.

And then again, some of these items might never be explained adequately.

Farther inside the room, there was a brass and white metal full-sized bed, a desk, chair, bedside tables with matching lamps, shelving, and a bookcase.

Rather than a woman’s bedroom, it appeared to have been used as an office. There were two computers there, but the furnishings were not particularly feminine or expensive. Tsuida noted things that might indicate a struggle had taken place here. The desk chair had been knocked over from where its original position probably was—squarely in front of the desk.

The bed was formed into a delicate design, the brass posts highly polished and the white portion shaped into narrow filigrees, circles, and carved rose shapes.

The room was fairly neat except for the out-of-place furnishings. The bed’s frame was pulled ten to twelve inches away from the wall. One end of the red rope was still tied to the left bottom leg of the bed with the same complicated knots that bound Becky Zahau’s ankles and wrists. From there, the towrope crossed the room, went through the door out onto the balcony, and, finally, over the rail, where it descended to the point where Adam Shacknai said he had cut it to get the dead woman down.

The French doors to the balcony were almost closed when the police arrived, and the door on the right was latched.

The wrought iron railing around the small balcony looked to be about thirty-six to forty-two inches high, high enough so that a woman, even one intent on suicide—and who was just over five feet tall—might well have difficulty tumbling over it. With her ankles and wrists bound behind her, she would have had to
hop
to the railing, and somehow hoist herself up and over, more than likely headfirst.

The balcony was dusty, and there was one complete set of footprints etched in the dust. When they were left there was impossible to determine. Two small feet, pointed outward so that their separation formed a V, had left their impression. There was another print—only half of one booted foot. The criminalists working the case would try to find just who had left the boot print.

According to Adam Shacknai, Becky had also had a T-shirt wound around her neck and then stuck down her throat. If she
had
intended to commit suicide, why would she have handicapped herself to such a degree? All her limbs restrained and a T-shirt down her throat?

To be sure she wouldn’t—couldn’t—change her mind and grab on to something? To keep herself from screaming out?

Angela Tsuida and members of her unit were trying to figure that out.

Tsuida assigned Forensic Evidence Technician Denys Williams to lift as many finger and palm prints as she could in Becky’s office/bedroom, the balcony, doors, the bathroom there, and any other likely spot in the mansion where the dead woman might have been on the last night of her life. Moreover, Williams was asked to use moistened swabs and other methods to retrieve any blood or bodily fluids she might come across.

Williams had requested that Forensic Evidence Technician John Farrell take photographs, both during the dead woman’s postmortem exam and at the death site.

The list of evidence items and photos grew longer and longer.

Becky’s finger and hand prints were expected to be in her room. Denys Williams hoped to isolate those prints. That would allow her to identify any other prints that were
not
expected to show up in the dead woman’s office/bedroom.

Since Adam Shacknai was the only other person staying in his brother’s estate on Tuesday night, his room in the guesthouse was also photographed and searched for any possible evidence.

And so was the master bedroom that Rebecca had reportedly shared with Jonah. It was much more lushly furnished than the small room with the balcony. In this master bedroom, small-sized women’s clothing—a pair of blue jeans, a white undershirt, and a black, long-sleeved top—were folded neatly on the bed.

Williams bagged and labeled the clothing. She also removed a clump of black hair that clung to the wall of the shower in the en suite master bathroom, and collected samples from trickles of red fluid on the shower floor.

Moving to the guesthouse, Williams took men’s clothing from the floor of the south master bedroom there: blue jeans, boxer briefs, a black T-shirt, and black socks. She found and saved for evidence a long strand of dark hair in the bathroom attached to this bedroom.

The evidence tech worked steadily, saving and marking anything that might prove to be of vital evidentiary value: tissue with red stains from a child’s bedroom, a candle from the grass north of where Becky had lain, a bottle of water from the north master bedroom of the guesthouse where Adam spent the previous night, two red plastic cups from the same room, and, curiously, a pair of women’s panties that were pink, purple, and white, found in a wastebasket there.