The Menendez Murders: The Shocking Untold Story of the Menendez Family and the Killings that Stunned the Nation
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Overview
A successful entertainment executive making $2 million a year. His former beauty queen wife. Their two sons on the fast track to success. But it was all a façade.
The Menendez saga has captivated the American public since 1989. The killing of José and Kitty Menendez on a quiet Sunday evening in Beverly Hills didn't make the cover of People magazine until the arrest of their sons seven months later, and the case developed an intense cult following. When the first Menendez trial began in July 1993, the public was convinced that Lyle and Erik were a pair of greedy rich kids who had killed loving, devoted parents.
But the real story remained buried beneath years of dark secrets. Until now.
Journalist Robert Rand, who originally reported on the case for the Miami Herald and Playboy, has followed the Menendez murders from the beginning and has continued investigating and interviewing key sources for 28 years. Rand is the only reporter who covered the original investigation as well as both trials. With unparalleled access to the Menendez family and their history, including interviews with both brothers before and after their arrest, Rand has uncovered extraordinary details that certainly would have changed the fate of the brothers' first-degree murder conviction and sentencing to life without parole.
In The Menendez Murders: The Shocking Untold Story of the Menedez Family and the Killings That Stunned the Nation, Rand shares these intimate, never-before-revealed findings, including a deeply disturbing history of child abuse and sexual molestation in the Menendez family going back generations, and the shocking admission O.J. Simpson made to one of the Menendez brothers when they were inmates at the L.A. County Men's Central Jail.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781946885272 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | BenBella Books, Inc. |
| Publication date: | 09/04/2018 |
| Sold by: | Penguin Random House Publisher Services |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 376 |
| Sales rank: | 202,774 |
| File size: | 10 MB |
About the Author
In July 2016, Rand was hired by Wolf Films as a consultant working on the development of the NBC eight-hour limited series Law & Order True Crime: The Menendez Murders, which aired in the fall of 2017. Rand's unpublished manuscript of The Menendez Murders provided the primary source material for the series.
Rand has appeared as the primary interview in dozens of documentaries about the Menendez case, including ABC 20/20's "Truth and Lies: The Menendez Brothers" and Dateline NBC's "Unthinkable: The Menendez Murders," which both aired in 2017.
Rand was awarded a Los Angeles Emmy Award for two years of stories at KCOP-TV in L.A. about an illegal immigrant who was wrongly convicted. The stories resulted in the overturning of a ten-year-old conviction and the release of the man from jail. He was a member of the Special Assignment investigative reporting group at CBS 2 in L.A. and the I-Team at KYW TV (Philadelphia) that won a Columbia-DuPont Silver Baton Award for a year-long series about wealthy property tax dodgers.
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CHAPTER 1
NIGHTMARE ON ELM DRIVE
I think that possibly if Lyle and I would have been home, ... if we would've been able to do something about it, maybe ... uh, maybe my dad would be alive. Uh, maybe I'd be dead. You know, I mean, I don't know. I-I-I wish ... I definitely would give my life for my dad's.
— ERIK MENENDEZ speaking to author in October 1989, two months after the death of Jose and Kitty Menendez
On the night of August 20, 1989, the last in the lives of Jose and Kitty Menendez, their elegant residential street in Beverly Hills was so still you could hear a leaf drop. That in itself was not unusual or suspicious. People pay a steep price to live in such neighborhoods, and they cherish their peace and quiet.
That particular Sunday was a leisurely, relaxed day around the house for the Menendezes, an affluent couple in their mid-forties. Jose, a powerfully built, handsome Cuban emigre who left Havana at age sixteen, was the chief executive of LIVE Entertainment, a leading Hollywood home video distributor. He sat on the board of LIVE's parent company, Carolco Pictures, producer of the Rambo and Terminator movies. Mary Louise, who'd been called "Kitty" since she was a child, was a stay-at-home mother.
Their two college-age sons, Erik and Lyle, spent the day swimming and playing tennis behind the family's lushly landscaped 9,000-square-foot, eight-bedroom beige Mediterranean-style mansion at 722 North Elm Drive in a fashionable neighborhood just below Sunset Boulevard. Eight months earlier, the Menendez family had moved to Beverly Hills from Calabasas, a suburb northwest of Los Angeles. Before that, they'd spent a dozen years living in the Princeton, New Jersey, area.
In June 1989, eighteen-year-old Erik graduated from Beverly Hills High School. He was about to enroll at the University of California–Los Angeles and planned to commute to UCLA's nearby Westwood campus. Twenty-one-year-old Lyle was a student at Princeton University. Both young men were highly ranked amateur tennis players with professional aspirations.
* * *
When Perry Berman arrived at his West Hollywood apartment just after 1 PM, on August 20, 1989, there was an answering machine message from Lyle Menendez. Berman, a friend and former tennis coach of the brothers, had frequently met them for movies or dinner since moving to California from New Jersey. When Berman returned the call, Jose Menendez told him Erik and Lyle were out shopping at the Beverly Center, a nearby upscale shopping mall. Lyle called Berman back around 5 PM and suggested they get together that evening. Berman was planning to attend the Taste of L.A., a food festival in Santa Monica. He was leaving within the hour and invited Erik and Lyle to join him and a friend, Todd Hall. The brothers were going to the movies, said Lyle, to see Batman. He suggested they all meet about 10 PM at the food festival.
After eating dinner at home, the brothers walked out the back gate to Erik's white Ford Escort parked in an alley behind the property and drove to the AMC multiplex at Century City Shopping Center. Around 10 PM, Jose and Kitty were settled in the family room watching a James Bond movie, The Spy Who Loved Me, on a big-screen TV. It was the housekeeper's night off, and they were spending a rare evening alone. People close to the family said the couple's marriage appeared to be improving lately. One relative noticed they were holding hands again, something she hadn't seen since their college days.
As he watched the movie, Jose Menendez put his feet up on the coffee table and started to doze off. Kitty was seated next to him. The house was equipped with an alarm system, but Jose rarely turned it on. His sons were always setting it off by accident. Besides, he felt safe in Beverly Hills.
The French doors behind the couch were closed. Just after 10 PM, a neighbor, Avrille Krom, heard "popping sounds" like Chinese firecrackers quickly going off in a row. Krom noted the time because she was anxiously waiting for her daughter Jennifer to return at 10:30 from a neighbor's house. Her twelve-year-old son, Josh, was watching a TV movie. He wanted to call 911, but his mother didn't think anything of this noise that barely interrupted the crickets' chirping. The idea of gunshots just didn't fit in this neighborhood. But it wasn't firecrackers.
Two people had burst into the Menendez family room through the double doors located off the foyer and begun firing 12-gauge Mossberg shotguns. One of the intruders walked around the back of the couch, put the barrel of the massive gun to the back of Jose's head, and pulled the trigger. Kitty, terror-stricken, turned to find another gun near her mouth. Instinctively, she jumped up and raised a hand to protect herself, but to no avail; a blast catapulted her onto the floor.
What transpired in that once welcoming family room was a brutal slaughter of a ferocity rarely seen outside the fields of war. There was blood spatter covering the couch, on the wall, on the wood window louvers, on the coffee table, and throughout the room. Wielding pumpaction shotguns — as opposed to automatic weapons — the killers chose to stand in place and methodically pump shell after shell into the helpless couple.
Five blasts hit Jose. In addition to the point-blank shot to his head, he was struck in the chest, upper arm, and left elbow. A "through and through" wound of his left thigh left a gash three inches around. In the robotized language of his autopsy, the "brain had been predominantly eviscerated" by the "explosive decapitation" of the gaping gunshot wound.
Kitty tried to escape from her attackers but was found lying on her right side, a few feet away from her husband's feet, her face an unrecognizable, gelatinous mass. Every bone in her face was broken. Most of her teeth were shattered. She was ripped apart by nine, possibly ten shots. One almost severed her right thumb. Her left leg, with a large wound at the knee, was broken and bent at a 45-degree angle. Her right leg was stretched out along the bottom shelf of the coffee table. Kitty's sweat-shirt and pants were soaked with blood.
* * *
Across town in Santa Monica, Perry Berman and Todd Hall left the Taste of L.A. at 10:20 PM. Erik and Lyle Menendez never arrived. Perry Berman was already in bed when his phone rang fifteen minutes later. Lyle Menendez wanted to know why he hadn't been at the food festival. Perry explained he'd waited until almost 10:30 PM. "What happened to you guys?" he asked. "We got lost," replied Lyle. "We decided to drive downtown because we thought it was on Fourth Street in downtown Los Angeles." After realizing they were in the wrong place, said Lyle, the brothers turned around and drove west on the Santa Monica Freeway, arriving at the festival much later than expected.
"I feel bad we weren't able to get together, but let's go out during the week," said Perry. Lyle sounded apprehensive. He insisted he had to see Berman right away to discuss his tennis game as well as his plan to return to Princeton in September.
"Fine," said Berman reluctantly. "If it's that important to you, I'll meet you in half an hour at the Cheesecake Factory in Beverly Hills." Berman barely had time to get out of bed before Lyle called back. It would be better, he said, to meet at the Menendez mansion. Erik needed to pick up his fake ID so they could all have some beers. "Absolutely not," said Berman. "I'll give you an extra ten minutes to pick up the ID and meet you at the Cheesecake Factory."
When Erik and Lyle pulled up outside their home just after 11:30 PM, the electric gate on the black wrought iron fence surrounding the property was open. The front door was unlocked. The brothers later told police they thought their parents might be out walking the dogs since their two Mercedes — one of them on loan from a local shop while one of the family's cars was being serviced — were in the courtyard next to Lyle's red Alfa Romeo. The lights in the two-story entry foyer were on. The first thing they noticed inside was a gray cloud of smoke hanging lazily in the air.
It was a routine Sunday evening for the two operators monitoring 911 calls at Beverly Hills Police Department headquarters. The phones had been silent for over half an hour when BHPD dispatcher Christine Nye answered a call from a distraught young man at 11:47 PM.
Dispatch: Beverly Hills emergency.
Caller: Yes, police, uh ... (Scream in background): No!
Dispatch: What's the problem?
Caller: (sobbing) Somebody killed my parents!
Dispatch: Pardon me?
Caller: Somebody killed my parents!
Dispatch: What? Who? Are they still there?
Caller: Yes.
Dispatch: The people who ...
Caller: No ... No ... (sobs) ...
Dispatch: Were they shot?
Caller: Erik ... man ... stay ..
Dispatcher: Were they shot?
Caller: Yes!
Dispatcher: They were shot?
Caller: Yes ... (sobbing)
Dispatcher: (dispatching police units)
Two minutes after the 911 call, Beverly Hills patrol officer Mike Butkus and his partner John Czarnocki received an urgent dispatch: "Reported shooting at a residence. Approach with extreme caution. Shooters may still be present!" Turning north off Santa Monica Boulevard onto Elm Drive, they quietly drove past the Menendez mansion. After parking two doors away, they silently watched the house from outside the open front gate.
Suddenly, the patrolmen heard screaming inside. A moment later, two young men came running out the front door, side by side, directly toward the officers. A startled Butkus ordered the pair to "sit down and get on the ground." The men complied immediately. The only illumination came from the old-fashioned streetlamps that look charming but shed little light. Butkus didn't notice any blood on their clothes.
Erik and Lyle Menendez appeared to be distraught. "Oh, my god, I can't believe it! Oh, my god, I can't believe it!" they screamed repeatedly. At one point, having stood up, the brothers dropped to their hands and knees and began pounding the ground with their fists. For several minutes, Butkus couldn't get a coherent word out of them. Suddenly, they frantically pointed at the house and made an anguished plea: "Just go see. Go in and see!"
Perry Berman was early when he pulled up to the Cheesecake Factory just past 11:30 PM. He sat in his car waiting. A few minutes later, Berman went inside and saw people vacuuming carpets and cleaning tables. He asked if anyone had seen two young men come in, describing them as about twenty years old, dark hair, six feet tall. "No, not at all in the last hour," a hostess told him. When he walked outside, Berman heard the high-pitched shriek of police sirens and decided to drive over to the Menendez mansion. As he turned onto North Elm Drive, Berman was startled to see police cars with flashing lights up and down the street. He became extremely alarmed when he saw officers with drawn guns crouched behind the trees of the Menendezes' neighbors.
Investigators thought there might still be suspects hiding inside the mansion and decided to send a search party through the house. When the search team entered the marble foyer, they observed athletic bags and clothes dropped haphazardly on the floor. To the left of the front door was a small wood-paneled sitting room.
As one officer watched the front door and stairwell, the rest of the group cautiously made a sweep of the formal living room with their flashlights. Sgt. Kirk West approached the family room at the end of the hallway. Some lights were on, and West thought he heard a TV or radio. He made a quick visual check of the bodies. Both had multiple gunshot wounds to the head and chest. West didn't have to touch them. He knew they were dead. The size of the wounds made it obvious that a shotgun had been used in the attack, although there were no expended shells on the gold Oriental rug or polished parquet floor.
Veteran homicide investigators say that the average person who walks into a house and discovers two brutally murdered bodies will run outside immediately and call police from a neighbor's phone. Most people are afraid the killer might still be there. Still, Erik and Lyle's emotional distress appeared to be genuine. Because of their compassion for the agitated brothers, detectives decided to forego routine chemical tests that would have determined if either of the young men had fired a gun that night. Investigators quickly ruled out a murder/suicide by conducting gunshot residue tests on Jose and Kitty.
Maurice Angel was on patrol with his partner Mike Dillard when a radio call was broadcast shortly before midnight reporting a shooting at 722 North Elm Drive. By the time "Mo" Angel arrived, there were already several other officers on the scene. BHPD Lt. Frank Salcido assigned the soft-spoken, heavyset balding patrolman to watch the brothers. Both were hysterical. Initially they'd been placed on the ground, patted down, and searched with their hands behind their backs. Angel watched curiously as Erik rammed his head into a tree several times before trying to sprint away and run back inside. Lyle, seemingly more in control, restrained his younger brother each time.
Unquestionably in shock, Erik shouted out fragmentary phrases:
"I'm gonna kill 'em!"
"I'm gonna torture them!"
"Who would do this?"
"We're gonna get those guys!"
"Who are you gonna get?" asked Angel. He had the impression Erik seemed to know the identity of the killers. But there were no answers.
Mo Angel didn't want to push it. He thought both brothers were "frightened sheep." Lyle was calm enough to give investigators his parents' names and his father's occupation. He said the driveway gate was open when he and Erik arrived home. Normally, it was always closed. As Lyle anxiously chattered on, Angel felt they were developing a rapport.
Lyle described his father's work associates in the movie business as "seedy." Jose Menendez had been harassed day and night, Lyle said, in person and over the phone, by the people he worked with. Lyle also mentioned his father was "stressed out" after unexpectedly returning home from a "road trip" a few days earlier.
The patrolman avoided discussing what happened in the house, but both brothers kept asking about the condition of their parents. They demanded to know why the paramedics and the police were taking so long. "I told them in a humanistic way they were gone," Angel recalled later.
As the ambulances loaded with the bodies flashed down North Elm Drive just before dawn, dumbfounded neighbors stood helplessly on their magnificent lawns. "Please tell me he's a drug dealer," pleaded a woman who lived nearby. Another kept repeating, "Things like this just don't happen here."
But it had happened here in beautiful, elegant Beverly Hills. The town averages two murders a year. In a few brief moments, 1989's quota had been filled.
CHAPTER 2NO SUSPECT(S). NO WEAPON(S).
Whoever shot Jose and Kitty Menendez left behind few clues. But Mo Angel, the patrolman assigned to watch Erik and Lyle immediately after the murders, didn't think the brothers were being "totally straight." He thought they might know who the killers were. At times, the brothers' anguished hysteria seemed a "bit overboard." While he was obviously watching them they were frantic, but when he looked away they were calm and talked in hushed whispers. In Angel's years as a street cop he had seen a lot of grief, but, to him, this didn't fit.
Angel was curious about inconsistencies in the brothers' story of where they had been earlier that evening. When Lyle repeated it, he changed the times and locations and order of events. Lyle said that they went to a wine tasting near the Santa Monica convention center but the person they were supposed to meet didn't show. Next, he said they'd gone to a movie in Century City. Since the gate to their house was open, Angel asked why they'd parked their car on the street. "We were planning to go out again," they told him.
An hour after the 911 call, Erik and Lyle were asked to speak to detectives at the Beverly Hills Police station, and Angel offered to drive them there. The brothers wanted to drive themselves. Angel ended up taking them in his patrol car. Angel sensed that they were "nervous and scared." They constantly asked questions like "What is going on? When can we leave?"
Sgt. Tom Edmonds, detective supervisor for the Beverly Hills Police robbery and homicide squad, had been jarred out of a sound sleep by a phone call just after midnight: There was a "shooting with two people down." Edmonds got to police headquarters just after 1 AM. Tall, slim, and graying, in his Western-style jacket and cowboy boots he resembled the actor Dennis Weaver.
Angel introduced the brothers to Edmonds as the "sons of the victims." Edmonds asked for their ID. Lyle was not taking it as badly as Erik, and Edmonds tried to calm the younger brother. Before they agreed to talk to police, the brothers spoke briefly with their tennis coach, Mark Heffernan. Erik had contacted him while Lyle made the 911 call. He wanted Heffernan or Lyle to sit with him during the interview. No, Edmonds said.
(Continues…)
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Table of Contents
PART ONE MURDER IN BEVERLY HILLS,
Chapter 1 Nightmare on Elm Drive,
Chapter 2 No Suspect(s). No Weapon(s).,
Chapter 3 Living in Fear — Hollywood and the Mob,
Chapter 4 A Family Mourns,
Chapter 5 The Investigation Begins,
Chapter 6 Millionaire Orphans,
Chapter 7 Who Killed the Next Senator from Florida?,
PART TWO THE PARENTS: JOSE AND KITTY,
Chapter 8 The Menendezes of Havana,
Chapter 9 True Love,
Chapter 10 The American Dream,
PART THREE "THE BOYS": ERIK AND LYLE,
Chapter 11 A Close-Knit Family?,
Chapter 12 Growing Up Menendez,
Chapter 13 Hertz Man,
PART FOUR CALIFORNIA DREAMING,
Chapter 14 Inconvenient Women,
Chapter 15 Troubled Sons,
Chapter 16 Kitty's World,
Chapter 17 Friends,
Chapter 18 Princeton,
Chapter 19 Exposed Secrets,
Chapter 20 Choices and Fears,
Chapter 21 Kill or Be Killed,
Chapter 22 What Have We Done?,
PART FIVE JERRY AND JUDALON,
Chapter 23 A Fateful Meeting,
Chapter 24 The Confession,
Chapter 25 November 2, 1989,
Chapter 26 "Don't Go to the Cops!",
PART SIX CLOSING IN,
Chapter 27 One Night in Malibu,
Chapter 28 The Oziels — She Held Us Hostage,
Chapter 29 The Informant — Judalon Smyth,
Chapter 30 The BHPD Search Warrant,
PART SEVEN WHO KNOWS WHAT GOES ON WITHIN A FAMILY?,
Chapter 31 The Arrest — Inside the Beverly Hills Bunker,
Chapter 32 First-Degree Murder,
Chapter 33 Unanswered Questions,
PART EIGHT TRIAL BY MEDIA,
Chapter 34 The Escape Attempt,
Chapter 35 Judalon Goes Public,
Chapter 36 "Now We Can't Succeed",
PART NINE TRIAL BY TWO JURIES,
Chapter 37 Showtime — Opening Statements,
Chapter 38 The Prosecution — Guiltier Than Sin?,
Chapter 39 I Don't Recall — Donovan Goodreau,
Chapter 40 Trial Within a Trial — Dr. Leon Jerome Oziel,
Chapter 41 The Prosecution Rests,
Chapter 42 The Defense,
Chapter 43 Sisters in Conflict,
Chapter 44 A Compelling Witness,
Chapter 45 Lyle's Cross-Examination,
Chapter 46 Strange Sins — Erik Testifies,
Chapter 47 The Return of Donovan Goodreau,
Chapter 48 The Therapy Experts,
Chapter 49 More Family Secrets Revealed,
Chapter 50 Privilege Denied — The "Therapy Tape",
Chapter 51 The Soap Opera of Judalon Smyth,
Chapter 52 Don't Turn Away from the Pain,
Chapter 53 Choose Your Victim,
Chapter 54 Mistrials,
PART TEN AFTERMATH,
Chapter 55 Erik, Lyle, and O.J.,
Chapter 56 The Second Trial,
Chapter 57 Defense on the Ropes,
Chapter 58 The Verdicts — Life or Death?,
Chapter 59 LWOP and a Wedding,
Chapter 60 Erik and Andy Cano — The Letter,
Epilogue,
Acknowledgments,
About the Author,
Plates Section,
What People are Saying About This
"Through his unparalleled access—and his relentlessly detailed reporting—Robert Rand became America’s unofficial ‘Menendez-whisperer’ when this story dominated the news. Now, Rand is back, with stunning, never-before seen revelations in The Menendez Murders—a landmark work that upends everything we thought we knew about these crimes, and may rock the criminal justice system. Deeply compelling and meticulously sourced, it’s the essential read of the year."
—Evan Wright, author Generation Kill
"What kind of journalist stays on a single story for 30 years? Meet Robert Rand . . . Even now he’s exposed new, hard-fought, deeply-concealed pieces that flip the entire story on its head."
—Arthur Jay Harris, author of Speed Kills and The Unsolved Murder of Adam Walsh
"Robert Rand, having covered this case from the beginning, is the only journalist who attended both trials gavel to gavel . . . Robert has spent the time required to understand this complicated case and has presented it in an unbiased, factual, compelling manner. This book tells the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
—Hazel Thornton, author of Hung Jury: The Diary of a Menendez Juror
