The victims were awakened at 3:15 a.m. by the following words: “Don’t you fucking move. Don’t you fucking move.” It was spoken in an angry, clenched whisper. Both husband and victim were blinded by a flashlight bean stinging their eyes. The darkened silhouette behind spoke again. “Put your hands behind your backs and don’t you fucking move our I’ll shoot your fucking heads off. I have a .357 Magnum and I’ll shoot your fucking heads off.”
Both rolled over on their stomachs.
Intruder declared: “Don’t move or I’ll kill every person in the house. I’ll kill every fucking person. I’ll shoot you and splatter blood all over the walls. All I want is food and money. Food and money. I got to have money for gas. I got to have food.” Intruder looked to the female. “You, tie him up. Tie his hands up.”
Victim turned to follow the beam. There on the husband’s back were 2 neatly rolled shoelaces.
“Run it between his hands,” the intruder ordered. The ski mask covered his entire face and mouth so that his clenched, angry whisper muffled through this knit ski mask. “Between his hands,” he repeated. He was growing angry at how she was clumsily tying her husband’s wrists.
After she finished he ordered her back on her stomach and to put her hands behind her back and to cross her wrists. He tied them tightly.
As in other cases he rummaged in the closets and they could hear him pulling laces from the shoes. Then he came back to the bed and tied their ankles and then retied the husband’s wrists.
“Don’t you say one fucking word or I’ll kill everybody in the house.” He pushed the muzzle of the gun into the victim’s back. “You,” he growled at the husband. He hit his foot with the barrel of his gun. “Where’s the money?”
“In my pants,” the husband replied.
He tapped the victim’s foot with a gun. “Where’s your purse?”
“It is in the kitchen,” she replied. “There’s 45 dollars in it.”
He cut her off: “Shut up!”
Intruder left the room and they could hear him whispering in the hallway to their 10-year-old son. He had gotten up to go to the bathroom. The intruder pushed him into the bathroom and told him to stay put and not to say a word. He came back from the kitchen and put a cup over the doorknob on the outside of the bathroom door so that he would hear it fall if the doorknob was turned at all.
He returned to the bedroom and pointed a “knife” in the victim’s back.
“That kid better stay in the bathroom or I’m going to push this ice pick into your back. He better stay in the bathroom. I’ll kill every person in this house. I’ll shoot all your fucking heads off. All I want is food and money.”
Assailant then left the bedroom.
The husband told the wife to do exactly what he said.
Soon the intruder had returned. They heard him tearing towels. Then he blindfolded them. He hit the victim’s foot with his gun and growled at her to move over. “On the floor.” He then cut her bindings at her ankles and lifted her to her feet. He pushed her down the hall and lowered her to the living room floor. He returned to the husband and placed dishes on his back. He warned him that he he heard them rattle he’d kill him.
Victim heard him return. She heard lotion being pumped from a bottle (Vaseline intensive care) and then he squatted on her backside.
“All I want is to feel good,” he hissed. “You’d better make it feel good.”
She felt his lubricated penis in her hands. At this point the East Area Rapist was so much the center of news that the victim realized this was him. The reports about his under-endowment caused her to concentrate on the size of the organ. He rolled her over. “You better not bite me or this knife will go six inches into your back.”
He raped her.
He left again and sobbed in the corner of the room. He rummaged the house and returned.
He raped her again.
Investigation uncovered that the intruder remained in the house for an hour. He took 17 rolls of pennies from the house.
Canvas of the neighborhood revealed that on June 18 a neighbor had seen a male between her house and the neighbors. She talked to him and he said he worked for a developer and they were interested in solar homes (the development is made of solar homes). After talking to him she formed the opinion that he knew nothing about solar energy. Also, same neighbor found a jacket on her walkway by her gate Saturday morning after the attack. She attested it wasn’t there the day before. The jacket, navy blue, had the Golden Bear brand-name and is made in San Francisco.
Detectives contacted the manufacturer of Golden Bear sportswear in San Francisco. The jacket
was a model 300 or 303. Because of the color it did not sell well. Very few were made. They were manufactured about five years before (1974). Only 2 stores would have sold the jacket— one in Berkeley and one in Sacramento.
Friday night at 8:30 p.m. another neighbor saw a man looking over their fence.
Later investigation uncovered that a suspicious looking person, described as under 30 years of age, was seen by one of the neighbors walking on Bucklebury. He was walking toward Arlington Blvd. He was wearing a concho and walking with a cane. This get-up appeared to the witness to be fake. The time was near dusk.
The other two children remained in bed and were not bothered.
Victim paid special attention to the miscreant organ. It was never fully aroused. Slender. She believed it was circumcised. The assailant was under-endowed.
See left for a general appearance.
Bucklebury is a part of Village Homes, a new development (begun in 1975) featuring communal farming, a private park, and solar homes. The roads are narrow, no sidewalks. However, a walkway goes to the West Manor area and even to Portage Bay East, where the first Davis victim was struck. The walking path is good for bicycling. The pathway comes out at Cumberland Place on Hudson Street, in a regular community.