 Beyond Doubt
A sixty-one year-old murder investigation presents a modern cold case investigation with it's own set of unique problems. Foremost among these are those problem caused by the investigating agency's failures, first to solve the thing, or failing that, to come up with something palateable to the concerned citizens in terms of a cover-up, and somehow losing the all physical evidence needed to ever present proof beyond a reasonable doubt.
This sort of case had to have a monkeywrench in it somewhere, and turns out they are everywhere. The LAPD was completely outfoxed on the former, and the latter, which normally came to them as naturally as bag money, somehow failed to get much traction over the interviening six decades as this, one of many unsolved murders in L.A. refused to leave the public consciousness, even while all the evidence mostly disappeared from the public's possession.
Even as interest continues to expand in this case, I have presented a new cartogramatic solution which is comprised of both throughly documented and publicly available sources and yielding scientifically grounded and reproducable results. The killer had himself an airtight alibi and was on the move, the cops couldn't find him if they wanted to, and by then, they didn't want to. They had bitten on the alibi, they knew what to do now. The Johnson's had to be, first silenced, and then their story discredited.
Dark hints of abortion mills is enough to silence them. Killing their story would remain an institutional imperative within LAPD for generations...indeed, it remains policy to this day. Along with the abiding cover story that Elizabeth Short was did porn modeling and was a whore, so she probably deserved it, the dicks felt themselves in a sustainable, if not a comfortable relationship with the Black Dahlia murder. Not closed, if not unsolved. The perfect crime remains a blot on LAPD's blotter. [Enter I, stage left].
A blot that they might easily unburden themselves of, that is, if they would put somebody on the case with the brains to understand the new research and the power to close it once and for all. Failing that, at least someone more interested than the feckless Det. Carr, who seemingly is far too busy, even to answer his mail. Just the sort of cop to assign to a case the department never solved, because he knows his department knows him best. Millions of broadcast hours of police drama's have taught us of the busy lives of L.A.'s finest. They're always finding new hordes of brown and browner people to collect into the color-coded gang-banger files, changing nameshaving been the rule since the days of Esther Blodgett. Ed Burns? Please don't bother them with anymore crackpot solutions, regardless of what new evidence is available.
All of it subsequent to the release of the FBI files, the National Archive's database of Army enlistments 1938-1946, and the publication last May of the Black Dahlia Cartogram and the allied work by sniggy which provides the map to the entire crime, exposing, once and for all, the planned and premeditated nature of the murder, as well as buttressing the positive identification of both of the people in the photobooth strip by both Johnson's on numerous previous occaisions, last seeing Short checking into their apartment hotel on January 12 at about noon, joining "Barnes" who had signed in as "Barnes and wife" for her earlier that day, at about 10am.
But most importantly the Cartogram is a riddle, concieved in the mind presence of the killer or via some sort of cosmical comical mistake. You see: Ed was so very, very careful in choosing the place to leave the body that he either consciously or unintentionaly turned that location into the key to the entire crime as he had envisioned it, and more importantly, before he actually committed it. The much later created address on Norton would turn the trick in 2007, when because of Google maps, I was able to establish the exact global position of the layout site, something the killer had also done using one of several other means unknown.
The ultrastreetwise killer Ed didn't really need more than a good street map of the city, the points line up perfectly, you just drop a ruler on it or otherwise connect the dots. sniggy woud go on to reproduce my findings by establishing the coordinates of the Hirsh and Breeze Av. to be lying upon a beeline that perfectly bisects the layout on Norton. Infallible evidence, that. I hope they haven't got to him, he's been quiet.
Now, you see the Cartogram is also the plan of his final getaway: The long walk off the short beach in Venice. This is the ultra slam-bang finish to the crime he planned. If the cops could have solved the riddle in time they would be there waiting for him at the foot of Breeze Avenue when he showed up there on March 15th, but they couldn't. They didn't care, either. Something had made them stop caring about the case along about late January.
It's alltogether the best solution we'll ever get; the one that counts. the one that was published in the newspapers of the time, and never retracted. The cops lied their blue serge suits off, but it was the L.A. Examiner and other Los Angeles newspapers who then told us the truth and held on to it for us. Journalism, at it's best. Those were the good old days, readers? Long before the blogs came along and then along came Jones.
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