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Tuesday, July 10, 2012

The Decision and the Horse - Court Upholds Hausner Conviction

Today the Arizona Supreme Court upheld all 6 death penalties that Dale Hausner, who once terrorized the Phoenix area as the Serial Shooter, was given at his trial.  You may have heard me on the radio in your home town today talking about it.  If that made you want to know more, here it is.

This appeal was a mandatory appeal that Hausner had no choice in. In fact, he made an effort to stop it but defendants on Death Row get at least one appeal whether they like it or not.

Dale Hausner makes a point to his atty, Ken Everett, during a break in his trial
Photo Copyright Camille Kimball


His attorneys argued that the wiretaps installed in a neighbor's wall was illegal.  It was installed with the express permission of the County Attorney, but not of a judge.  The County Attorney had testified that "the sun was going down, more people were going to die, we had to it."  This is important legally because usually a judge must authorize police eavesdropping on private citizens at large.  In this case, Arizona had a statute in place that gave the County Attorney very limited ability to authorize a tap but only if a public "emergency" was at hand.  At sundown on August 2, 2006, police knew that as the light faded, the Serial Shooter would be gearing up to go out and hunt--hunt all of us.

With the neighbor's permission (imagine that knock on your door, finding a slew of cops asking to use your place as an electronic home base!), the listening device was implanted in the wall shared with  Dale Hausner's unit. A platoon of authorities listened in horror all night as Dale Hausner and Sam Dieteman gloried in reliving their acts of murder and gleefully mocked the suffering of their victims.

By morning, the County Attorney had 1) certainty that he had the right guys 2) the signed authorization of a judge for the wiretaps that had already been installed.

Arizona's Emergency Wiretap law does require that a judge sign off on the tapping within 48 hours. If the judge refuses, the tape cannot be used. The authorities complied with this provision 100%.  What Hausner's attorneys argued to the court was that there simply was no emergency because Hausner was already under surveillance therefore the tape should be thrown out anyway.

The Supreme Court justices didn't buy that argument.  Cop after cop, in some of the most harrowing testimony of the trial, explained how they could not have prevented another killing once the sun went down. True, Hausner was under surveillance at all times once they fingered him, but surveillance, by its very nature, is a game of stealth.  The cops were at least 2 or 3 car lengths back from Hausner's lethal Camry and often were as far back as a mile. Sometimes surveillance was taken over from the air. How was an officer, without a time machine, to jump in front of the Camry and wrestle the shotgun away before he saw it raised through the car window to kill someone?

One permanently under cover officer--I cannot reveal his name--testified he took to rolling down his own window to shout at pedestrians "Go home! Get out of here!" without explanation.  To the pedestrians at whom these frantic yells were directed, it must have seemed the underworld-looking figure was a hopped-up maniac. They will never know he saved their lives.  But it illustrates perfectly how being under surveillance does not equate with preventing murder.

The justices were right to uphold the use of the wiretap* tapes and not fall for the empty argument that we were all safe from gory death because cops were trailing Dale Hausner a mile behind.

Apache suffered terribly from his wounds


There was one victory for Dale Hausner in the court's decision: one charge of animal cruelty was dismissed. The justices ruled that there wasn't enough evidence.  The horse in question is pictured above. His name is Apache. He's a beautiful paint and, on the night he was mercilessly shot, he was the pet of a five year old girl.

Apache suffered terribly and his owner struggled with tough decisions that night. Ultimately, the veterinarian was able to save Apache's life. But, though he tried, he was unable to recover the three bullets. That's right, Apache is still walking around with the evidence inside him.  I believe Apache's family made the right decision that awful night to spare him further pain or risk pushing the bullets into fatal positions with the vet's probe.  Now Apache is a living piece of evidence.  It's still possible that one day the forensics he carries inside him may yet find its way into a lab and be tied directly to Dale Hausner's twenty-two calibre rifle.

Apache carries Dale's secrets within him


Throwing out the conviction on this animal cruelty charge will not make a whit of difference to Dale Hausner's fate. He will still serve hundreds of years in prison...or rather, as many as he can chalk up before they come for him with the needles.

This has been Hausner's mandatory appeal. Whether he now makes good on his stated goal of not appealing the death sentences of remains to be seen.  At trial, he did tell the jury he himself believes in the death penalty. And in jail he did make one attempt on his own life with a cunningly hoarded cache of over-the-counter medicines.

Today the news is that the overwhelming pile of evidence against Dale Hausner is still visible, still viable, and still forming a wall of imprisonment around him.  The critical wiretaps have been endorsed by the highest court in the state.  Anyone who has listened to those sickening tapes will be relieved.

The case of the Phoenix Serial Shooter was the first time any one had ever used the Emergency Wiretap Law. If ever there was an emergency that threatened imminent  death to untold numbers of innocents, it was the Summer of the Serial Shooter.

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You may also be interested in this post about a recent visit with one of Dale Hausner's victims. I Feel Angry @#*!!

*The listening device in question is more properly known as a "bug" because it was not installed on Dale Hausner's phone. But at trial it was referred to as the "wiretaps" and the justices specifically repeated that nomenclature in their decision.

For more stories on the damage done by the Phoenix Serial Shooter and the people who hunted him down, please check out A SUDDEN SHOT: THE PHOENIX SERIAL SHOOTER.  Also visit the book's FB page, where family members still gather. Well wishers are welcome to post messages to them. 


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Friday, June 8, 2012

I Feel Angry %#!$!!

The very 1st lipstick mark forehead kiss for Paul. He gave me roses, I responded spontaneously.

 On June 8, 2006 Paul Patrick was a hard-working family man. That is, he provided for his ailing mother while his sister did the caretaking.  Before that night was through, he was sprawled on a blistering sidewalk, shot full of lead, the RANDOM victim of evil disgusting serial killers. He would never work again. His whole family has been drained, exhausted, and shattered.

Today is June 8, 2012. This is an important anniversary for Paul. Whenever he autographs a book for a fan, he always writes "6-8-06" under his name.  There is no chance he can ever forget the date his once robust and productive life took a screeching halt and became a daily battle for every breath.  Ever since I've known Paul, we have had a special visit on this anniversary. He gives me more details of what he remembers from that night. He tells me witty and often rhyming slogans that embody his philosophy of fighting on, of triumphing.

But late last year, Paul lost his mother, who on June 8, 2006 had gone from the family heart patient to the family engine, staying at Paul's side constantly, advocating for him in endless hospitals and nursing homes.  Pushing his buttons as only a mother can, Mary Patrick nurtured the twinkle in Paul's eye and helped him focus on goals.  She also saved him from several medical crises in which her instincts proved superior to customary but off-the-mark-in-this-case institutional regimens.  Without her quiet captaining of Paul's journey, his path has veered.  2012 has been very, very hard on him. And on those of us who now do the hand-wringing and have no idea how to make things any better. Early in the year he endured yet another major surgery. Instead of making his life better, soon he was in the ICU and we were bracing ourselves for the worst, which seemed inevitable.  He pulled off another of his Hollywood comebacks, and the threat of imminent death passed. But he has never bounced back from this surgery and near-death experience. His level of health and quality of life are dramatically worse than they were last year.

I went to see Paul today -- June 8, 2012. I wanted to start our visit by showing him recent messages of support he'd received on FaceBook. I had gotten a screen all ready because there is no wi-fi where he currently is.

I couldn't wake him up.  I am under instructions from the family to do so if I find him in slumber, because he hates so much to miss my visits. Today he fluttered up to brief moments of recognition but quickly slid back into the Sand Man's grasp. I asked for professional help from the staff, but they told me this has become "normal" for him.  Guess I'm lucky that in all my other visits, I found him so much more "present." Nevertheless, they tried to wake him, too. Finally I leaned down and gave him the forehead kiss that leaves the famous lipstick mark he loves so much.  No response.

The discomforts and indignities of his life are all too easily recognized as he slept. Just for the record, getting shot in the belly leads to very unhappy things.  He is pale. So, so pale.

I am furious.  I want to scream every four letter word ever heard at the docks when the fleet's in.  I want to smash dinner plates with a baseball bat.  I want to cry. I do cry. I am so angry at what has happened to this vital soul, this sparkling personality, this Irish raconteur, this son of a kind and faithful mother. 

I write about Paul Patrick a lot. Yes, out of a cast of hundreds in the A SUDDEN SHOT: THE PHOENIX SERIAL SHOOTER story, Paul is the one who gets most of the attention. While Paul is very special, so are the rest of the characters. It simply isn't possible for me, without benefit of a very large cloning lab, to keep up with all of them in a meaningful way over a period of years.

There are dozens of victims in the Serial Shooter case (a complete list is available in the back of the book). I know that each  one still suffers agonies large and small because of their run-in with the dimmed headlights and swiftly slung rifle barrels of Dale Hausner and Sam Dieteman.  Some families suffer worse than Paul's, because they go to bed each night knowing their beloved died while some creeps laughed.

So I hope that the people who read my updates on Paul remember that every time I write about him, I am really writing about all of them. He made himself their representative at trial. And I must ask him to keep filling that job now. What Paul has lost, they have all shared in.

One of the most frequently asked questions I receive is how do I do this kind of work, it entails so much sadness, so much gore?  My answer usually emphasizes that my work also exposes me to so much heroism and love, so much good, that I "live in that space."

Today I'm finding it hard to live in that space. Today I freakin' hate killers. HATE THEM.


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                 **A Sudden Shot** as seen on TV!

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Monday, February 13, 2012

Send These Photos, Please!

Spent a wonderful afternoon telling stories...and listening to them...at the Centennial Celebration in downtown Phoenix!  So proud to be part of the big party for Arizona's Statehood. What a great crowd! Great questions! Great participation!

Were you there? Did you take any photos of our stage?  By "our" I mean my colleague in True Crime, Kerrie Droban and myself?  I would love to see these photos.

Send them to me at a s u d d e n s h o t (at) g m a i l (dot) c o m

I'd love to post some, too!  So shoot them over and let's see what we've got. So glad to meet all of you and to share the stories of how good people triumph over evil.


(click on a title below to buy)
Camille Kimball's books:
                 **A Sudden Shot** as seen on TV!

Thoughts on this or any article at this site? To the next person whose comment I use for a post I will send a free signed book!  (If you post as "anonymous" for convenience, try to include an identifying website or name in your remark so no one else can claim your prize!)  For an example, please click here.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Catch a Crook!

In my flagship book, A Sudden Shot, I wrote that it takes good people to catch bad people and, thank heaven, there are many more good people in this world than bad.  
A Sudden Shot, on display at Borders, details good over evil in real life

 Good people are gathering on Monday Sep 26 to raise money to help fight the bad guys and I am delighted to join them and give my remarks.  It's the Catch a Crook Golf Tournament to raise money for the Silent Witness program. Silent Witness, in which private money is offered as a reward for those who can give information to solve a crime, played a crucial role in ending the crime spree that is chronicled in A Sudden Shot.  

Serial killer survivor Paul Patrick powering through
I visited with renowned serial killer survivor Paul Patrick about the event. He was very happy to sign a book for me to give away at Catch a Crook.  As a result of a random crime, Paul is in a wheelchair...on a good day. Mostly he's in bed...on a not bad day. Often, he's in a hospital bed, which is painful, demoralizing and really puts a crimp in all the plans you had for your life.  Silent Witness helped prevent more of our citizens from getting shot by the same criminal.

One lucky person will get this book, with Paul's very special signature in it, at the tournament.   Hope to see you there.

  




Silent Witness "Catch a Crook" Golf Tournament
September 26, 2011
The non-profit crime fighting organization Silent Witness presents our annual fundraising event, the “Catch a Crook” Golf Tournament to raise both money and awareness for Silent Witness, as the Valley’s only anonymous cash reward tip system.
  • What:              Silent Witness’ 9th Annual “Catch a Crook” Golf Tournament
  • Where:            Phoenix Country Club, 2901 North Seventh Street in Phoenix
  • When:             September 26th, 2011 (Monday) registration begins at 6:30 a.m.
  • Why:                Raising funds for the Silent Witness program’s cash rewards
  • Who:               Sgt. Darren Burch, Silent Witness Coordinator   (602) 361-0023
One more important note...the contact name above, Sgt. Darren Burch, is a bona fide real life hero. To readers of A Sudden Shot, he is better known as "the rubber shoe guy." The story of his quick thinking in a horrible, dangerous situation...well, let's just say you should come to this golf tournament just to shake his hand.
Camille Kimball's books:
The Mammoth Book of Tough Guys
Coming soon: Masters of True Crime-Chilling Stories of Murder and the Macabre

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Dale Hausner Anniversary of Arrest

Five years ago today the country awoke to the news that the serial killer who had been terrorizing the city of Phoenix had been captured. It was the first time we heard the name "Dale Hausner." Dale was captured in a SWAT raid at midnight, shown here fresh from his living room. He testified when the door burst open and bright lights shone, he thought it was a prank by his roommate.
Dale Hausner
Dale Hausner soon after his arrest. Pool photo
Nothing was a prank, the whole thing was a terrible nightmare for an entire city and for many individuals who were hurt the most.

Dale Hausner still sporting his Charles Starkweather look.  Pool photo

Five years on, Dale has long since had his day in court. We all listened to him as Americans who (photo by Camille Kimball)
believe in his right to a fair trial including to take the stand try to convince a jury in his own words with the force of his personality.

The person who had to listen to him the most was his lead defense attorney, shown here taking the brunt of Dale's energetic ideas in court while prosecutor Laura Reckart slips away for a break. Ken Everett had a tough job and, as he himself knew, was on the receiving end of a lot of community hostility. But as the trial wore on and I watched Dale tug on his sleeve constantly, passing notes, gesticulating incessantly, busily whispering, whispering, whispering always in Everett's ear, I developed some real pity for the lawyer. As the photo shows, most of us could get away from Dale. Ken Everett couldn't.

But that's just a tiny little side observation. The main event was that Dale Hausner was the driving force behind a year of terror for America's fifth largest city and several life sentences of grief and maiming for many specific individuals.

On August 4, 2006, a network of cops such as Cliff Jewell, Darrell Smith and Pete Salazar and a brave citizen named Ron Horton, put a screeching halt to the mayhem caused by the Serial Shooter.

On August 4, 2006 we learned his name.

On August 4, we saw his face.