The Concrete Blonde Part 15
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"Tell the jury about your expertise," Chandler asked.
"Well, I am the director of the Psychohormonal Research Laboratory at USC. I am founder of that unit as well. I have conducted wide-ranging studies of s.e.xual practice, paraphilia and psychos.e.xual dynamics."
"What is a paraphilia, doctor? In language we will all understand, please."
"Well, in layman's terms, paraphilia are what are commonly referred to by the general public as s.e.xual perversions-s.e.xual behavior generally considered unacceptable by society."
"Such as strangling your s.e.x partner?"
"Yes, that would be one of them, big time."
There was a polite murmur of humor in the courtroom and Locke smiled. He seemed very at ease on the witness stand, Bosch thought.
"Have you written scholarly articles or books about these subjects you mentioned?"
"Yes, I have contributed numerous articles to research publications. I've written seven books on various subjects, s.e.xual development of children, prep.u.b.escent paraphilia, studies of sadomasochism-the whole bondage thing, p.o.r.nography, prost.i.tution. My last book was on childhood development histories of deviant murderers."
"So you've been around the block."
"Only as a researcher."
Locke smiled again and Bosch could see the jury warming to him. All twenty-four eyes were on the s.e.x doctor.
"Your last book, the one on the murderers, what was it called?"
"Black Hearts: Cracking the Erotic Mold of Murder."
Chandler took a moment to look at her notes.
"What do you mean by 'erotic mold'?"
"Well, Ms. Chandler, if I could digress a moment, I think I should fill in some background."
She nodded her go-ahead.
"There are generally two fields, or two schools of thought, when it comes to the study of s.e.xual paraphilia. I am what you call a psychoa.n.a.lyst, and psychoa.n.a.lysts believe that the root of paraphilia in an individual comes from hostilities nurtured in childhood. In other words, s.e.xual perversions-in fact, even normal erotic interests-are formed in early childhood and then manifest in expressions as the individual becomes an adult.
"On the other hand, behaviorists view paraphilia as learned behaviors. An example being, molestation in the home of a child may trigger similar behavior by him as an adult. The two schools, for lack of a better word, are not that divergent. They are actually quite closer than psychoa.n.a.lysts and behaviorists usually like to admit."
He nodded and folded his hands together, seeming to have forgotten the original question.
"You were going to tell us about erotic molds," Chandler prompted.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry, I lost the train there. Uh, the erotic mold is the description I use to cover the whole shebang of psychos.e.xual desires that go into an individual's ideal erotic scene. You see, everybody has an ideal erotic scene. This could include the ideal physical attributes of a lover, the location, the type of s.e.x act, the smell, taste, touch, music, whatever. Everything, all the ingredients that go into this individual achieving the ultimate erotic scene. A leading authority on this, out of Johns Hopkins University, calls it a 'lovemap.' It is sort of a guide to the ultimate scene."
"Okay, now in your book, you applied it to s.e.xual murderers."
"Yes, with five subjects-all convicted of murder involving a s.e.xual motivation or practice-I attempted to trace each man's erotic mold. To crack it open and trace the parts back to development in childhood. These men had damaged molds, so to speak. I wanted to find where the damage took place."
"How did you pick your subjects?"
Belk stood up and made an objection and moved to the lectern.
"Your Honor, as fascinating as all of this is, I don't believe it is on point to this case. I will stipulate Dr. Locke's expertise in this field. I don't think we have to go through the history of five other murderers. We are here in trial on a case about a murderer who is not even mentioned in Dr. Locke's book. I am familiar with the book. Norman Church is not in it."
"Ms. Chandler?" Judge Keyes said.
"Your Honor, Mr. Belk is correct about the book. It's about s.a.d.i.s.tic s.e.x killers. Norman Church is not in it. But its significance to this case will be clear in the next set of questions. I think Mr. Belk realizes this and that is the reason for his objection."
"Well, Mr. Belk, I think the time for an objection was probably about ten minutes ago. We are well into this line of questioning and I think we need to see it through now. Besides, you are correct about it being rather fascinating. Go on, Ms. Chandler. The objection is overruled."
Belk dropped back into his chair and whispered to Bosch, "He's gotta be banging her." It was said just loud enough that Chandler might have heard him, but not the judge. If she did, she showed nothing.
"Thank you, Your Honor," she said. "Dr. Locke, Mr. Belk and I were correct when we said that Norman Church was not one of the subjects of your study, were we not?"
"Yes, that is correct."
"When did the book come out?"
"Just last year"
"That would be three years after the end of the Dollmaker case?"
"Yes."
"Well, having been part of the Dollmaker task force and obviously becoming familiar with the crimes, why didn't you include Norman Church in your study? It would seem to be an obvious choice."
"It would seem that way but it wasn't. First of all, Norman Church was dead. I wanted subjects that were alive and cooperative. But incarcerated, of course. I wanted people that I could interview."
"But of the five subjects you wrote about, only four are alive. What about the fifth, a man named Alan Karps, who was executed in Texas before you even began your book? Why not Norman Church?"
"Because, Ms. Chandler, Karps had spent much of his adult life in inst.i.tutions. There were voluminous public records on his treatment and psychiatric study. With Church there was nothing. He had never been in trouble before. He was an anomaly."
Chandler looked down at her yellow pad and flipped a page, letting the point she just scored hang in the quiet courtroom like a cloud of cigarette smoke.
"But you did at least make preliminary inquiries about Church, didn't you?"
Locke hesitated before answering.
"Yes, I made a very preliminary inquiry. It amounted to contacting his family and asking his wife if she would grant me an interview. She turned me down. Since the man himself was dead and there were no records about him-other than the actual details of the murders, which I was already familiar with-I didn't pursue it. I went with Karps in Texas."
Bosch watched Chandler cross several questions off on her legal pad and then flip several pages to a new set. He guessed that she was changing tack.
She said, "While you were working with the task force you drew up a psychological profile of the killer, correct?"
"Yes," Locke said slowly. He adjusted himself in the chair, straightening up for what he knew was coming.
"What was that based on?"
"An a.n.a.lysis of the crime scenes and method of homicide filtered through what little we know about the deviant mind. I came up with common attributes that I thought might be part of our suspect's makeup-no pun intended."
No one in the courtroom laughed. Bosch looked around and saw that the spectator rows were becoming crowded. This must be the best show in the building, he thought. Maybe all of downtown.
"You were not very successful, were you? If Norman Church was the Dollmaker, that is."
"No, not very successful. But that happens. It's a lot of guesswork. Rather than a testimonial to my failure, it is more a testimonial to how little we know about people. This man's behavior did not make so much as a blip on anybody's radar screen-not counting, of course, the women he killed-until the night he was shot."
"You speak as if it is a given that Norman Church was the killer, the Dollmaker. Do you know that to be true based on indisputable facts?"
"Well, I know it to be true because it is what the police told me."
"If you take it backwards, doctor. If you start with what you know about Norman Church now and leave out what the police have told you about the supposed evidence, would you ever believe him capable of what he has been accused of?"
Belk was about to stand up to object but Bosch strongly put his hand on his arm and held him down. Belk turned and looked angrily at him but by then Locke was answering.
"I wouldn't be able to count him in or out as a suspect. We don't know enough about him. We don't know enough about the human mind in general. All I know is, anybody is capable of anything. I could be a s.e.xual killer. Even you, Ms. Chandler. We all have an erotic mold and for most of us, it is quite normal. For some it may be a bit unusual but still only playful. For the others, on the extreme, who find they can only reach erotic excitement and fulfillment through administering pain, even killing their partners, it is buried deep and dark."
Chandler was looking down at her pad and writing when he finished. When she didn't ask another question immediately, he continued unbidden.
"Unfortunately, the black heart is not worn on the sleeve. The victims who see it usually don't live to talk about it."
"Thank you, Doctor," Chandler said. "I have nothing further."
Belk plowed in without any preliminary softball questions, a look of concentration on his wide florid face that Bosch had not seen previously.
"Doctor, these men with these so-called paraphilia, what do they look like?"
"Like anybody. There is no look that gives them away."
"Yes, and are they always on the prowl? You know, looking to indulge their aberrant fantasies by acting them out?"
"No, actually, studies have shown that these people obviously know they have aberrant tastes and they work to keep them in check. Those brave enough to come forward with their problems often lead completely normal lives with the aid of chemical and psychological therapy. Those that don't are periodically overcome by the compulsion to act out, and they may follow these urges and commit a crime.
"Psychos.e.xually motivated serial killers often exhibit patterns that are quite repet.i.tive, so that police tracking them can almost predict within a few days or a week when they will strike. This is because the buildup of stress, the compulsion to act, will follow a pattern. Often, what you have are decreasing intervals-the overpowering urge comes back sooner and sooner each time."
Belk was leaning over the lectern, his weight firmly against it.
"I see, but between these moments of compulsion when the acts take place, does this man seem to have a normal life or, you know, is he standing in the corner, s...o...b..ring? Or whatever?"
"No, nothing like that-at least, until the intervals become so short that they literally don't exist. Then you might have someone out there always on the prowl, as you said. But between the intervals there is normalcy. The aberrant s.e.xual act-rape, strangulation, voyeurism, anything-will provide the subject with the memory to construct fantasy. He will be able to use the act to fantasize and stimulate arousal during masturbation or normal s.e.x."
"Do you mean that he will sort of replay the murder in his mind so that he can become s.e.xually aroused for having normal s.e.xual intercourse with, say, his wife?"
Chandler objected and Belk had to rephrase the question so it was not leading Locke.
"Yes, he will replay the aberrant act in his mind so that he can accomplish the act that is socially acceptable."
"So in doing so, a wife, for example, might not even know of her husband's real desires, correct?"
"That is correct. It has happened often."
"And a person such as this could carry on at work and with friends and not reveal this side of himself, correct?"
"Again, that is correct. There is ample evidence of this in the case histories of s.e.xual s.a.d.i.s.ts who kill. Ted Bundy led a well-doc.u.mented double life. Randy Kraft, killer of dozens of hitchhikers here in Southern California. I could name many, many more. You see, this is the very reason they kill so many victims before being caught, and then it is usually only because of a small mistake."
"Like with Norman Church?"
"Yes."
"As you testified earlier, you could not find or gather enough information about Norman Church's early development and behavior to include him in your book. Does that fact dissuade you from belief that he was the killer police claim him to be?"
"Not in the least. As I said, these desires can be easily cloaked in normal behavior. These people know they have desires that are not accepted by society. Believe me, they take pains to hide them. Mr. Church was not the only subject I considered for the book and then discarded for lack of valuable information. I did preliminary studies of at least three other serial killers who were either dead or uncooperative and dropped them as well because of the lack of public record or background on them."
"You mentioned earlier that the roots of these problems are planted in childhood. How?"
"I should have said 'may,' the roots may be planted in childhood. It is a difficult science and nothing is known for sure. Getting to your question, if I had a definite answer I guess I wouldn't have a job. But what psychoa.n.a.lysts such as myself believe is that the paraphilia can come through emotional or physical trauma or both. It basically is a synthesis of these, possibly some biological determinants and social learning. It is hard to pinpoint, but we believe it happens very early, generally five to eight years of age. One of the fellows in my book was molested by an uncle at age three. My thesis, or belief or whatever you want to call it, is that this trauma set him on the trail toward becoming a murderer of h.o.m.os.e.xuals. In most of these killings he emasculated his victims."
The courtroom had become so quiet during Locke's testimony that Bosch heard the slight b.u.mp of one of the rear doors opening. He glanced back and saw Jerry Edgar taking a seat in the rear row. Edgar nodded at Harry, who looked up at the clock. It was 4:15; the trial would be recessed for the day in fifteen minutes. Bosch figured Edgar was on his way back from the autopsy.
"Would the childhood trauma that's at the root of a person's criminal activities as an adult need to be so overt? In other words, as traumatic as molestation?"
"Not necessarily. It could be rooted in more traditional emotional stress placed on a child. The awesome pressure to succeed in a parent's eyes, coupled with other things. It is hard to discuss this in a hypothetical context because there are so many dimensions of human s.e.xuality."
Belk followed up with a few more general questions about Locke's studies before ending. Chandler asked a couple more questions on redirect but Bosch had lost interest. He knew that Edgar would not have come to the courtroom unless he had something important. Twice he glanced back at the clock on the wall and twice he looked at his watch. Finally, when Belk said he had nothing further on cross, Judge Keyes called it a day.
Bosch watched Locke step down and head out through the gate and toward the door. A couple of the reporters followed him. Then the jury stood and filed out.
Belk turned to Bosch as they watched and said, "Better be ready tomorrow. My guess is that it's going to be your turn in the sun."
"What've you got, Jerry?" Bosch asked when he caught up with Edgar in the hallway leading to the escalator.
"Your car over at Parker Center?"
"Yeah."
"I'm there, too. Let's walk that way."
They got on the escalator but didn't talk because it was crowded with spectators from the courtroom. Out on the sidewalk, when they were alone, Edgar pulled a folded white form out of his coat pocket and handed it to Bosch.
"All right, we got it confirmed. The prints Mora dug up on Rebecca Kaminski match the hand mold we made on the concrete blonde. I also just came from the autopsy and the tattoo is there, above the a.s.s. Yosemite Sam."
Bosch unfolded the paper. It was a photocopy of a standard missing person report.
"That's a copy of the report on Rebecca Kaminski, also known as Magna c.u.m Loudly. Missing twenty-two months and three days."
Bosch was looking at the report.
"Doesn't look like any doubt to me," he said.
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