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during that earlier ferocious assault. So both men took it in turns to strangle Olga before grabbing a nearby rock to makeabsolutely sure she was dead this time. Baldonado even leaned down to check her pulse.
They intended to bury her, but had forgotten to bring a spade, so both of the hitmen began digging with their bare hands. It took almost four hours, but finally Olga’s corpse was dumped in the hole. On the short drive back to Santa Barbara Baldonado blurted out the six-million dollar question: ‘Let’s hope the old lady pays up.’
‘No problem, hombre,’ replied Moya. ‘She’ll pay.’
The two men then screeched to a halt on the edge of town to rip the blood-splattered seat covers out of the car before returning it to the rental office. They told the company they’d got drunk the previous night and accidently started a fire with a cigarette. Then it was off to celebrate their big windfall by having a party with their few friends.
By early next day, Frank and Olga’s friends were so worried by her disappearance that they called the police. And back on the sleazy side of Santa Barbara, Moya and Baldonado were expecting their payment. Moya called Elizabeth at her home and announced, ‘We’ve done the job. When do we meet to collect the dough?’
Elizabeth played for time. ‘I can’t get all the money right now because the police have already been round to see me about Olga.’ It was a classic Elizabeth lie. ‘If I start taking that kind of money out of the bank they’d get real suspicious.’
‘You gotta have
some
dough for us?’ asked Moya.
‘Sure,’ agreed Elizabeth.
So a meeting was set up for the following day at the Blue Onion restaurant. Mrs Esquivel acted as the go-betweenbecause Moya and Elizabeth did not want to be seen meeting together in public. Moya had earlier warned Mrs Esquivel. ‘I’ll get real angry if she doesn’t come up with the dough.’
Elizabeth offered the two drifters a cheque worth $200 and promised the rest of the money would follow ‘very soon’. The cheque had actually been given to Elizabeth by her beloved son Frank to buy a typewriter. Little did he know his own money was being used to pay off the killers of his young, pregnant wife.
Naturally, Moya turned nasty and demanded cash. Another rendezvous was fixed up for a couple of hours later that day. This time Elizabeth handed Moya an envelope. When he opened it in his car a couple of minutes later it turned out to contain just $150. Over the next few days, Moya hounded Elizabeth for money but none appeared, except for a miserly $10 which she left for him in an envelope marked ‘Dorothy’ at the Blue Onion restaurant.
Meanwhile police enquiries prompted by Olga’s disappearance had uncovered the full depth of anger that Elizabeth felt towards her daughter-in-law. When she was hauled in for questioning, she deflected attention by claiming she was being blackmailed by two Mexicans who’d threatened to kill her beloved son Frank. She even gave detectives descriptions of Moya and Baldonado – a curious move considering they both held the key to the actual crime that had been committed. The police then set up a phone-monitoring system to record any future calls from the supposed blackmailers. Elizabeth pulled the plug out of the recorder in her home to ensure she was not caught making her own incriminating statements.
On 4 December 1958, police picked up Moya and charged him with suspected blackmail. He was placed in an identity parade but Elizabeth failed to pick him out. Then the tormented Frank finally cracked and confronted his evil mother for the first time in his life. He accused her of covering up the truth. But she still refused to admit her role in Olga’s disappearance. Meanwhile Moya was released and on his way out of the police station, he encountered Elizabeth and whispered to her, ‘I think everythin’ is goin’ to be OK.’
Investigators then uncovered the truth about Elizabeth’s
They intended to bury her, but had forgotten to bring a spade, so both of the hitmen began digging with their bare hands. It took almost four hours, but finally Olga’s corpse was dumped in the hole. On the short drive back to Santa Barbara Baldonado blurted out the six-million dollar question: ‘Let’s hope the old lady pays up.’
‘No problem, hombre,’ replied Moya. ‘She’ll pay.’
The two men then screeched to a halt on the edge of town to rip the blood-splattered seat covers out of the car before returning it to the rental office. They told the company they’d got drunk the previous night and accidently started a fire with a cigarette. Then it was off to celebrate their big windfall by having a party with their few friends.
By early next day, Frank and Olga’s friends were so worried by her disappearance that they called the police. And back on the sleazy side of Santa Barbara, Moya and Baldonado were expecting their payment. Moya called Elizabeth at her home and announced, ‘We’ve done the job. When do we meet to collect the dough?’
Elizabeth played for time. ‘I can’t get all the money right now because the police have already been round to see me about Olga.’ It was a classic Elizabeth lie. ‘If I start taking that kind of money out of the bank they’d get real suspicious.’
‘You gotta have
some
dough for us?’ asked Moya.
‘Sure,’ agreed Elizabeth.
So a meeting was set up for the following day at the Blue Onion restaurant. Mrs Esquivel acted as the go-betweenbecause Moya and Elizabeth did not want to be seen meeting together in public. Moya had earlier warned Mrs Esquivel. ‘I’ll get real angry if she doesn’t come up with the dough.’
Elizabeth offered the two drifters a cheque worth $200 and promised the rest of the money would follow ‘very soon’. The cheque had actually been given to Elizabeth by her beloved son Frank to buy a typewriter. Little did he know his own money was being used to pay off the killers of his young, pregnant wife.
Naturally, Moya turned nasty and demanded cash. Another rendezvous was fixed up for a couple of hours later that day. This time Elizabeth handed Moya an envelope. When he opened it in his car a couple of minutes later it turned out to contain just $150. Over the next few days, Moya hounded Elizabeth for money but none appeared, except for a miserly $10 which she left for him in an envelope marked ‘Dorothy’ at the Blue Onion restaurant.
Meanwhile police enquiries prompted by Olga’s disappearance had uncovered the full depth of anger that Elizabeth felt towards her daughter-in-law. When she was hauled in for questioning, she deflected attention by claiming she was being blackmailed by two Mexicans who’d threatened to kill her beloved son Frank. She even gave detectives descriptions of Moya and Baldonado – a curious move considering they both held the key to the actual crime that had been committed. The police then set up a phone-monitoring system to record any future calls from the supposed blackmailers. Elizabeth pulled the plug out of the recorder in her home to ensure she was not caught making her own incriminating statements.
On 4 December 1958, police picked up Moya and charged him with suspected blackmail. He was placed in an identity parade but Elizabeth failed to pick him out. Then the tormented Frank finally cracked and confronted his evil mother for the first time in his life. He accused her of covering up the truth. But she still refused to admit her role in Olga’s disappearance. Meanwhile Moya was released and on his way out of the police station, he encountered Elizabeth and whispered to her, ‘I think everythin’ is goin’ to be OK.’
Investigators then uncovered the truth about Elizabeth’s
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