Wednesday, June 28, 2006

No Crime In Los Angeles. Until At Least Sunday

Phoenix, AZ

Well, boys and girls, L.A. Noir is taking a bit of a break. Four, maybe five days worth. I'm off to Phoenix, Arizona, where it's going to be really fucking hot.

I'll be hitting Thrillerfest, the International Thriller Writers inaugural conference.

I'll be locked in a hotel in searing heat in the middle of the desert with a bunch of professional murderers. Sure, they call themselves writers, but what do they write about?

And there will be drinking. Lots and lots of drinking.

So don't nobody murder nobody while I'm gone. You hear me, Compton?

From One LA Noir To Another

Westwood, CA

The LA Film Festival is showing the documentary LA Noir: The City As Character at the UCLA Film & Television Archive at 2:00 on July 1st.

I've heard a lot about this, and I'm bummed I won't be able to make it. So if any of you mooks check it out, I expect a complete write up. Ya hear me?

Hat tip to David Markland for the heads up on this one.

FBI Screws The Pooch Instead of Pellicano

Los Angeles, CA

The FBI's biggest adversary in the Anthon Pellicano wiretapping case that has Hollywood soiling its collective britches may not be Pellicano or his extensive list of high profile clients' lawyers.

Turns out the FBI never searched his audio lab during their initial November 2002 raid. Oops. To their credit, though, they went back.

Two months later.

Is it me, or does it seem odd that if you're looking for wiretapping evidence, you'd look in the audio lab instead of, say, the bathroom. I'm not saying there's some conspiracy here. I'm not a big fan of conspiracy theories. I am, however, a great believer in the inompetence of Federal law enforcement.

They've probably already got enough on him to put him away for quite a while, though just think of all the things they didn't get. Pellicano's not entirely stupid. You think he kept anything important once the Feds walked out the door?

So, yeah, I think Pellicano and his support staff are going away for a long time. But his clients aren't going to get touched. Pity.

Man Shot In Compton. The Hell You Say.

Compton, CA

Well, there's a shocker. Even with the inceased presence of more LA Sheriff's deputies and a relocated anti-gang unit, people are still dying. I haven't seen numbers for this year, yet, but my money's on the criminals. Last year was one of the deadliest for the city. A lot of the reason was attributed to a decreased law enforcement presence, prompting the LASD to send more troops, sorry, deputies into the area.

I'm not sure it's helping.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Mug Shot Of The Day - James Lamont Bagsby


San Bernardino, CA

An arrest warrant was issued for James Lamont Bagsby, a fifteen-year-old escapee from the Victorville juvenile facility. Yep, that's him. Jesus, what is with the posturing? Yeah, I get it. You're bad. I'm assuming also illiterate, uneducated and a mouth breather. I'm going to take a wild guess and say he's probably not a prolific bather, either.

Anyway, Mr. Happypants up there has been charged with one count of murder, one of attempted murder and nine of assault with a deadly weapon.

On Wednesday, he and an unidentified suspect confronted a group of children playing basketball on the grounds of King Middle School. Apparently they asked if the kids were in a gang (With the usual, "Where you from?" bullshit), and when the kids said they weren't in a gang, Mr. Lamont pulled out a gun and fired.

He missed most of the eleven kids on the court, but struck 11-year-old Anthony Michael Ramirez in the back and his brother, 13-year-old Joseph Ramirez in the hand. Anthony died on the way to the hospital.

Bagsby is 5 feet, 5 inches tall, 160 pounds, with black hair and brown eyes. He has "James Jr." tattooed on his right arm and the names "Carolyn," "Tiana" and "Jaclyssa" tattooed on his chest. Unfortunately, he does not have a large yellow target on his forehead that says "AIM HERE", though I'm sure there are several members of the community that won't let that get in their way.

If you happen to know anything about this, especially the whereabouts of Mr. Bagsby, please call Detective Mike Vasilis at (909) 384-5636 or the police hot line at (909) 384-5656.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Well Deserved

Los Angeles, CA

I contribute to a group blog on Los Angeles politics, issues and general whining called LA Voice. Not as much as I used to (or have promised to - Sorry Mack), but still.

Anyway, last night the LA Press Club held their 48th Annual Southern California Journalism Awards at the Millennium Biltmore in downtown Los Angeles.

LA Voice won first place for Best Group Weblog. Congrats to everyone who contributes to the site and especially to Editor, Owner and overall Super Fun Guy, Mack Reed. Thanks for letting us play in your sandbox, Mack.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Follow-Up: Redondo Beach Home Invasion

Redondo Beach, CA

At the end of June, two men broke into an 84-year-old woman's home, holding her and her daughter and son-in-law at gunpoint as they sacked the place.

One of the guys left enough sweat behind on a window pane he leaned against to do a DNA check, getting a hit on one Christian Edward Dixon, 23. Mr. Dixon served 8 of a 16 month sentence for auto theft in 2002.

He went back in in February of 2004, and then in again in March, 2005, getting parole this last January.

He's facing 10 felony counts; two kidnapping to commit another crime, three first degree residential robbery, one first degree burglary with a person present, two first degree burglary, and two assault with a firearm.

And with a $3 million bail, he won't be getting out. Ever.

Criminal Tip #81,225: Dye Packs Are Not Your Friends

Torrance, CA

Okay, so these three guys knock over the Cash America over on Artesia in Torrance yesterday, right?

They're driving away, heading past a couple cops who have no clue this has gone down. The cops aren't even paying attention.

Until the dye pack goes off in the bag and blows the cash all out the windows.

If it weren't for guys like these, the world would be a lot less funny.

Author Events This Weekend

Saturday, June 24th

Lori Andrews

Lori Andrews signs Sequence at Mysteries To Die For in Thousand Oaks at 1:00.

This is Lori's debut novel. Dr. Alexandra Blake, a geneticist working for the Armed Forces Institute of Pathology, is brought in to help find a serial killer hitting military bases.

Sounds like fun.


Robert S. Levinson

Robert Levinson signs his latest, Where The Lies Begin at Mysteries To Die For in Thousand Oaks at 2:00.

Former L.A. Police Chief Daniel “Duke” Marion is brought in by the head of the Department of Terrorism, Rupert Bachmanto to help bring in notorious terrorist Bruno Guy. Of course, the shit hits the fan.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

DNA Does It Again - Alleged Serial Rapist Arrested


Fullerton

From 1997 to 2001, the LAPD investigated some sexual assaults in the Harbor area, collecting DNA evidence. Turned out they were able to link them together, but didn't have a match. Then Gardena got into the action in 2001, also collecting DNA evidence.

In 2003, the Gardena and LA police departments linked their respective cases through the Combined DNA Index System. Last year, Carson police joined in on the fun, checking into two more sexual assaults, getting DNA and finally linking them to the same suspect.

That suspect's name is Robert Charles Lee of Fullerton, CA.

He was picked up on Monday at his apartment in Fullerton and is being held on $3 million bail.

The Gardena and Brea police departments are apparently still trying build a case against him, because they're asking for anyone who might have more information to come forward and call them at 310-217-9607 or 714-990-7611 respectively.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Fashion Victims

Interesting article in the Wall Street Journal today on the problems of prison fashion as everyday thug wear.

We've all seen it. Some guy trying to look all hot and debonair with his pants 'round his ass and his boxers pulled up just begging for a wedgie. I always have to wonder, if you're running in that getup, wouldn't your pants just fall down around your ankles?

Turns out they do.

Well, at least they'll be used to the uniform on the inside. Good thing, too. A quick yank on those trouser and they'll be all ready to service their new cellmate.

What, you thought it was a fashion statement?

Hat tip to Inkgrrl.

Blood On The Fender - The LAPD Slowly Builds A Case

Los Angeles, CA

Back in May, Helen Golay and Olga Rutterschmidt were picked up on insurance fraud and attempted murder charges for taking out insurance policies on two homeless men to the tune of a couple million bucks, and then running them over.

Problem was there was nothing linking them to the deaths of the men. No witnesses, no hard evidence. The best they could do was hit them with the insurance fraud charge.

That may soon be changing. As it turns out there's some blood on the fender of their Mercury Sable.

Who (or what) the blood belongs to remains to be seen. With luck it'll turn out to be on of the homeless men they know about and they can lock these two old bats up.

But only DNA tests will tell. Right now the LAPD, like every police force in the nation, has a massive backlog. But with the local media watching this one, I think they'll be speeding up the process on it.

Today's Mugshot - Attempted Child Rape Suspect William Ruiz


Fontana, CA

Once, just once, I'd like to see somebody smile in one of these pictures. Show us those pearly whites, boys and girls. Or, failing that, show us those rotting, meth-hollowed stumps you used to chew with.

Anyway, we've got William Ruiz up there, who allegedly broke into a Fontana home Saturday night and tried to rape a child. Police caught up with him yesterday.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Another Case of Outsourcing

Los Angeles, CA

The good news is that meth lab busts are down 40% statewide, matching trends across the nation. The bad news is that busts for use have remained steady.

In short, all the labs are moving south of the border.

Los Angeles has downsized from manufacturing to distribution. We are now the Wal-Mart of the drug trade. Yay us.

Dressed For The Occasion

Pasadena, CA

43-year-old Daniel Silvers was picked up last night around 3am on burglary charges after police responded to a call from a Pasadena homeowner who saw him in his yard.

Of course, if this were a normal burglary it wouldn't be here. So what's the catch?

He was naked.

Gourdikian said officers were trying to figure out why Silvers was undressed.

Do you have any idea how hot it gets in Pasadena? Duh.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Aha! The Idiot Defense


Fresno, CA

Roger Hausman is currently standing trial for the attempted kidnapping of two underage girls in Fresno. The details are entertaining (took the girls out to find cars to repossess), though frankly, not very important.

What is important is that he's the prime suspect in a series of killings spanning from the mid Seventies to the late Nineties, which recent DNA evidence has linked together. Problem is there's no one to match to.

Well, somebody said that he said and so on and so forth. So now they're hoping to get a match on the DNA.

Here's the snag. He's an idiot.

In his court appearance for the kidnapping charges, Mr. Hausman has decided to defend himself.

I'm really having trouble thinking this jittery, drooling, pasty white guy managed to kill a series of black women (some linked to prostitution, some not) and a pimp over the course of close to fifteen years in South Los Angeles.

I don't care if you're a blind, legless midget in the middle of the freak tent at an Oklahoma carnie, this guy's gonna tag your weird-o-meter.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Today's Word Is NIMBY

Barbara Jean Moore, 61, was found Tuesday stuffed into the trunk of an '86 BMW left outside the garage of an Artesia city council member.
Artesia Mayor Pro Tem John Martins said the discovery is upsetting because it’s “close to home.”

Not, you know, because a dead 61 year old woman is in a trunk.
"So, I mean, it's sad regardless, but at least we feel good that it's not somebody here in our neighborhood or a vehicle from one of our neighbors."

Well, yeah, that would just be fucking tragic. Can't have this kind of behavior in our town, but it's okay if it's from someplace else.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Just Wouldn't Be The Same If It Were Beagles

Pam McKee, 52, and Jereme Miller, 78, were arrested after their eight pit bulls mauled 27-year-old Shawn Lee McCafferty to death outside their Mojave Desert Home.

Now, in theory, I like pit bulls. They're actually very sweet dogs. But they're too often trained to be hyper-aggressive, something they take to very well. In general, though, unless you're running a shelter, having eight pit bulls on your property is probably going to get you into trouble.

Provided that the meth lab you're running doesn't get you in trouble first.

No Hope For The Human Race

Moreno Valley, CA

Brooke Nicole McKinney, a 15-year-old Valley View High student, was fatally shot Saturday night at a middle school graduation party. As she lay there, bleeding out, several of her fellow students clustered around her.

And took pictures.

If anyone has any information on the shooter you can contact detectives at 951-486-6700. And if you took some of the pictures, show some common decency and keep them off your fucking Myspace pages.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

I'm Just A Fiction Writin' Fool

Yeah, but that's nothing new, is it? At least not the fool part.

Anyway, my short story, Three Card Monte, is over at Flashing In The Gutters. As usual there is a lot of great short fiction over there. Check it out. There's bound to be something you'll like.

A Spot Of Good News

Fountain Valley, CA

Back at the beginning of May, I posted about Christopher Jason Brown Sr., who had driven up to his estranged wife, Stephanie Maria Brown, as she sat in her car and unloaded some buckshot in her direction at point blank range.

Well, this morning I woke up to this:
I want to thank you for all your help I am doing better now. He has been found and awaits trail now. Thanks again. Stephanie Maria Brown/Lucio

That's one less armed asshat on the streets. Glad to hear you're doing better Stephanie.

Friday, June 09, 2006

On The Plus Side, They Might Already Have The Guy

Los Angeles, CA

The good news is that DNA is being used to possibly identify a serial killer who's been murdering prostitutes for almost twenty years, now. The bad news is that we have a serial killer who's been murdering prostitutes for over twenty years now and nobody knew it.

That's the blessing and curse of DNA. The LAPD has been culling through its backlog of forensic evidence, and believe me there's a lot of it, looking for anything that they can use in old murder cases.

Turns out that they found quite a treasure trove of one guy's DNA all over a series of slain prostitutes going back to the mid Nineties linking all the murders to each other. So they have a serial killer on their hands, but no DNA match.

Now, possibly, they just might.

Enter one Roger Hausmann, currently in custody in Fresno for allegedly kidnapping two teenage girls. He has a long history of problems with the law, the most notable spending 29 months for beating a prostitute with a steam iron.

Turns out he made some remarks about killing hookers in LA, so the Fresno DA got hold of the LAPD and asked if they had any idea what he might be talking about.

The L.A. Weekly has the details in an excellent writ up.

What I find the most disturbing about this is that we now have the ability to find connections that we never had before, and those connections are leading to some frightening results. It's like suddenly gaining the sense of smell and realizing you live in a sewer.

That said, let me also direct you over to The Crime Lab Project, spearheaded by the incredibly talented Jan Burke.

The point of the Crime Lab Project is to help get more money for the woefully underfunded forensics teams that help put criminals behind bars. Look, CSI is horseshit. Sure, the science might be right every once in a while, but do you have any idea how much this shit costs? Do you have any idea how often DNA evidence doesn't exist? Things don't wrap up nice and neat in an hour.

So check it out.

Me, I Blame The DaVinci Code


Orange, CA

Raffi Yessayan, an albino man from Costa Mesa, was found dead Wednesday outside a nursery near a jogging path in Orange. Cause of death has not been released, and nobody's quite sure what he was doing there. He died the day after his birthday.

So if you know anything that might help the police, give Detective Craig Brown a call at (714) 744-7444.

Some People Just Really Hate Fast Food

Paramount, CA

Over the course of the last few days, three fast food restaurants have been hit by armed gunmen.

In the first, three armed men robbed an El Pollo Loco in Norwalk Wednesday evening for $2000.00. No one was hurt. Last night At a McDonald's an armed man popped by and walked with money from the safe. Again, no one was hurt.

This morning, though, somebody got pistol whipped in the face when five shotgun toting men hit an El Pollo Loco in Paramount and got $3K from the restaurant and over $500 from the individual employees.

Though it's not known if these are related, police are particularly concerned about these due to the escalating violence. It shouldn't be long before somebody gets shot.

Today's Mugshot - The Slackjawed Mr. John Anderson


Arcadia, CA

There's an inherent lack of dignity in mugshots. It's part of the humiliation process of being arrested. Like passport photos, but with more prison sex.

Take Mr. John Anderson, above. He's a beauty. I see that face and I think, "Tell me about the rabbits, George."

Mr. Anderson has been named as a "person of interest" in a string of robberies spanning 7 years in Arcadia after being identified in a photo line-up. He has a warrant for his arrest from a 2005 prowling case and is a registered sex offender.

So if you see Captain Slackjaw up there bopping around your house looking for bunnies, give the Arcadia police a call at 1-800-78-CRIME. They'd appreciate it.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

The Price Of Service

Los Angeles, CA


Last Saturday, Officer Kristina Ripatti was shot twice by career criminal James McNeal as he ran from a gas station he had just robbed.

It's a testament to her partner, Joe Meyer, and the paramedics who responded to the call that she's alive. One of the bullets bypassed her vest, going through the gap under her arm, into her chest and is now lodged in her spine. She is paralyzed from the chest down.

Ripatti is married to a fellow LAPD officer, Tim Pearce, and the couple has a 15 month old daughter.

With wounds like this, the long-term outcome is up for grabs. She may walk again. Right now, it's anybody's guess. Only time, therapy and luck will tell.

As a 10 year veteran of the LAPD she knew full well the risks she was taking, yet she chose to take them anyway, every day. To Officer Ripatti, and the rest of the LAPD, men and women who put their lives, and sometimes more, on the line each day, thank you.
An account has been established with the Los Angeles Police Federal Credit Union to accept donations to help with Ripatti's medical bills. Checks can be made out to the LAPFCU with a notation that the money should be designated for the "Kristina Ripatti Trustee Account," and mailed to the credit union at 16150 Sherman Way, Van Nuys, CA 91410.

I hope Officer Ripatti makes a full recovery.

The Month Is The Easy Part

Santa Ana, CA

Jose Osvaldo Carrillo-Castellanos was sentenced to one month in prison for his role in passing counterfeit $100 bills in Orange County.

Sure, thirty days may not sound like much for essentially bilking god knows how many dupes out of their cash, goods and services.

But he also got three years on "supervised release". That's parole to you and me. That means if he so much as jaywalks, he goes right back in. I'm betting he has no idea how fucked he actually is. Three years is a long time to not get a traffic ticket.

The ring was pretty extensive. Four other are being sentenced in July and August and two more will be on trial in October. One's still on the lam.

Shootings Across The Southland

Lynwood, CA

One man shot and killed yesterday in the 1300 block of Harris Avenue in Lynwood. No suspects.

Los Angeles, CA

An 18 year old man was shot in a drive by outside his apartment complex in West L.A. and is in stable condition.

"They were probably rolling around looking for someone to shoot at," McNeil said.

Los Angeles, CA

Roni J. Hardy, a lawyer, was shot outside his West Adams home near West 24th and Cimarron.
"Another man walked up and shot him in the head," Maiberger told City News Service.

Just another day in the city.

Monday, June 05, 2006

In The Company of Greatness

The new issue of Spinetingler is out. And Yours Truly(tm) has a story in it.

There is some damn fine fiction in this issue and I'm proud to be among such quality writers. Sarah Weinman's DJ's Girl, Megan Powell's The Demon In The Storehouse and others. It's an excellent issue with great fiction, book reviews, an interview with Cornelia Read. I think you should check it out.

Like Meeting Your Imaginary Friends

Westwood, CA

Hit The Mystery Bookstore in Westwood, Saturday. Cornelia Read was signing her new book A Field of Darkness.

It's odd meeting people you only know through blogging and email. Cornelia summed it up well. It's like finding out your invisible friends are real. I suddenly felt like Harvey, only without the ears. I suspect I'll be having a lot of moments like that when I hit Thrillerfest later this month.

Ran into Aldo when I was there. Cool guy. Met him once before at Duane Scwier... Suerz... Swerei... That Wheelman guy's signing in Thousand Oaks last year.

Cornelia was fun, personable, gracious, and did I mention fun? And the book's good, too. I knew I was in for a treat the moment I cracked it open and went, "Fuck, why can't I write like this?"

So pick it up. It's well worth the money. Or worth shoplifting if you lean in that direction.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Where The Wild Things Are - 77th District Wins It Again

Los Angeles, CA

The LAPD has released its citywide stats for May. Though homicides and rapes are down overall, they're up in a few places. Hollenbeck and Newton, for example.

Last month it was a pretty close call between the 77th Street and Southwest Divisions. This time around, though, it's pretty clear that 77th takes it hands down (warning: .PDF). Though homicides are down with 10 this from 11 last, rapes are up by four to 10, and aggravated assaults are up 24 to 147.

Congratulations, 77th. You're a shining example of what L.A. can do when it puts its mind to something. Now do us all a favor and go shoot yourselves, would ya?

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Author Events This Weekend

Jesus, it's gonna be a a busy weekend.


Cornelia Read & Lee Child

Cornelia Read is in town this weekend along with Lee Child promoting their new books together.

Cornelia's been getting a lot of buzz lately for her debut novel, A Field of Darkness, about Madeline Dare, who finds herself embroiled (I like that word - makes me think of steak) in the investigation of a murder that happened twenty years before, which her cousin may have been a part of.

Lee's new book, The Hard Way is the tenth book in his Jack Reacher series, wherein Jack finds himself embroiled (mmmm, steak) in the search for the wife and daughter of mercenary Edward Lane.

Cornelia will be at The Mystery Bookstore in Westwood this Saturday at 5pm and Lee will be popping by there some time on Monday. They'll both be at Mysteries To Die For in Thousand Oaks on Monday at 1:00.

Barry Eisler

Barry Eisler will be signing his novel, The Last Assassin, the latest in the John Rain series.

From PW:
Japanese-American assassin John Rain would like to get out of the killing business in his fifth action-filled outing (after 2005's Killing Rain), see the son he's only just learned of and perhaps try to reconnect with Midori, the child's mother. But first there's the little matter of the Japanese gangster Yamaoto and Yamaoto's Chinese triad allies, who are watching over Rain's son in New York City, not to mention Delilah, the beautiful Mossad agent who shares Rain's occupation and his bed. Seizing the initiative, Rain enlists the aid of his super-sniper friend, Dox, in a campaign to remove Yamaoto. Rain and allies clash with their many powerful foes in combat scenes full of lovingly detailed descriptions of knives, guns and other martial paraphernalia. Amid the threats to life, limb and loved ones, Rain finds time to enjoy good food, better whiskey and even better sex. While most of the action takes place in Japan, Eisler handles all the story's locales, including Manhattan and Barcelona, with considerable aplomb.

Good whiskey and better sex? I am so there.

He'll be at The Mystery Bookstore in Westwood on Friday at 7pm and at Mysteries To Die For on Saturday at 1:00pm.

Lisa Unger

Lisa Unger promotes her new book, Beautiful Lies. New York freelancer Ridley Jones receives a photo and a note that may lead her to details about her past. Obligatory intrigue, action, yada-yada-yada. Good reviews. Sounds like fun.

Lisa will be signing at The Mystery Bookstore in Westwood some time on Friday and at Mysteries To Die For in Thousand Oaks the same day at 1:00pm.

Naomi Hirahara

Naomi Hirahara, author of the Mas Arai series, signs her latest, Snakeskin Shamesin at Book 'Em Mysteries in Pasadena, Saturday at 2pm.

Few things get curmudgeonly Japanese American gardener Mas Arai more excited than gambling, so when he hears about a pal's half-a-million dollar win—from a novelty slot machine!—he's torn between admiration and derision. Bu the stakes suddenly get higher when the winner is found stabbed to death; only a battered snakeskin shamisen (a traditional Okinawan musical instrument) may hold a clue to the killer's identity. Mas reluctantly agrees to follow the trail left by the shamisen—and soon uncovers a world of secrets and deceptions that stretches from the streets of L.A. to the islands of Okinawa.

Her first two books, Summer of The Big Bachi and Gasa Gasa Girl, were great, and there's no sign she's slowling down any.

Steve Brewer

Steve Brewer signs his new book, Whipsaw at The Mystery Bookstore in Westwood this Saturday at 6:00pm.

Ex-Marine Matt Donahue took – and lost – a job as security chief for a software company. When the company’s new video game, Whipsaw, is “codenapped,” Matt’s drafted to carry the ransom to the thieves – but, as always in a Steve Brewer novel, things don’t go the way they’re supposed to.


Gayle Lynds

Gayle Lynds will be signing copies of her novel, The Last Spymaster at Mysteries To Die For in Thousand Oaks saturday at 11:30am and at The Mystery Bookstore in Westwood on Sunday at 3:00pm.

Jay Tice was a master spy for the CIA before he sold American secrets to the Soviets, in the last days of the Cold War. Sentenced to life in a maximum-security federal prison, he disappears – and it’s up to Elaine Cunningham, part of a new generation of CIA agents, to hunt him down. THE LAST SPYMASTER is an espionage thriller in the grand tradition, and perfect for fans of Robert Ludlum and John LeCarre.


Thriller

Gayle Lynds, Denise Hamilton and Gregg Hurwitz sign copies of Thriller, the new International Thriller Writers collection of short stories at The Mystery Bookstore in Westwood on Sunday at 4:30.

With shorts by Lee Child, Lincoln Child, Alex Kava, Chris Mooney, Katherine Neville, Douglas Preston, Christopher Rice and others, this can't be anything but good.

And, as my island faring relatives are fond of saying, das it.

As Home Invasions Go, This Is Better Than Most

Redondo Beach, CA

No gunfire, no rapes, no injuries, no killing.

Two men broke into a Redondo Beach home Wednesday and held an 84-year-old woman, her daughter and son in law for an hour at gunpoint as they ransacked the place.

It's pretty ballsy. A home invasion robbery in broad daylight, holding hostages for an hour isn't something that happens a lot. The woman was alone at the the time that it happened. Her daughter and son in law showed up later, which means these guys had probably been casing the place for a while.

I'm glad it worked out this way. Let me try to put that statement into perespective.

Friend of mine, years ago, got hit in a home invasion in El Segundo. Her daughters were tied up, duct taped and stuck in the bathtub, the older of which managed to get out and get help.

By the time the police showed up the guys were gone and my friend had had her throat slit. She bled out on the way to the hospital. Last I heard the kids had been taken in by a mutual friend. That was, what fifteen years ago?

Losing some stuff is better than losing a life.