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Authors: Edna Buchanan
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have lied to me before.
Mariaâs mother stayed strong. âI have a devout faith that sheâs going to come home.â
Mothers always have faith, whether it makes sense or not.
The search for Maria continued. Because of the embarrassing publicity, Cunard and his surgeon boss agreed that he should move. Several times after he did so, the doctor asked Cunard what he planned to do about his Triumph. The sports car, draped with a heavy canvas auto cover, was still parked about a hundred feet from the surgeonâs home, about thirty feet from the guest cottage where Cunard had lived.
On a Saturday morning in February, six weeks after Mariaâs disappearance, Cunard appeared at the doctorâs posh home. He said he would return that afternoon to take the Triumph, parked there since January.
A short time later, two pretty young women, one of them the doctorâs daughter, the other his girlfriend, detected a foul odor. Laughing and joking, they cried: âWhat if itâs Maria? What if itâs Maria?â
One of them playfully lifted the white Triumphâs unlocked trunk lid and gasped. It was Maria. She had been there the entire six weeks. Strangled, her body wrapped in plastic, under the tools, the mud flaps and the junk. The coverings, plus cool weather and the fact mat the car was not parked in direct sunlight, kept the smell from being obvious sooner. She was discovered at 12:45 P.M .
Cunard arrived to take the car at two P.M . Police were waiting.
Looking for love can be as lethal as finding it. So many of us are lonely in the midst of city crowds.
Anita Babette Greenstein was the only person to bring along her own life jacket on a sailing outing. She also carried tools in her car, in case of trouble. Though lonely, she never frequented bars or talked to strangers. A cautious career woman, she subscribed to a computer dating service.
Police suspect it sent her a killer.
They believe that the man who robbed and strangled the well-known commercial photographer, then drove her body 170 miles north on Floridaâs Turnpike and dumped it near Yeehaw Junction in Osceola County, was referred to her by a computer-style dating service.
âI feel so sorry for her,â Miami Homicide Detective Andrew Sundberg told me. âShe was looking for Mr. Right.â
At forty she was in a hurry.
Anita Babette lunched with her parents one Tuesday in August. She mentioned no date that night. In fact, she said she planned to work late in her darkroom to complete a major project. Among her commercial accounts were restaurant chains and shoe manufacturers.
Police believe that the next day, while an unidentified man drove her tan station wagon to drive-in tellers at three banks and cashed checks drawn against her business account, Anita Babette was bound and gagged, lying helpless in her home.
Unable to reach her by telephone Tuesday night, Wednesday or Thursday, her worried parents went to her house. They found it ransacked, pictures removed from the walls, even kitchen cabinets searched. If the killer was seeking something specific, it is unknown whether he found it. Expensive cameras, photographic equipment and other valuables remained. Some small cameras and a TV were missing, along with her handbag, wallet and credit cards.
Late that same day, at Yeehaw Junction in upstate Florida, a turnpike employee noticed what looked like a âbolt of multicolored clothâ thirty feet off the pavement. When it was still there the following day, he stopped to investigate and found the body of a barefoot woman clad in underwear and a striped bathrobe. The unidentified woman was five feet two inches tall and weighed ninety pounds. Deputies sifted through statewide missing-persons reports and stopped at one from Miami.
Anita Babette had been found.
Her station wagon was discovered back in Miami, clean and undamaged, abandoned just off the Palmetto Expressway. Police were puzzled. Why did the killer drive
Mariaâs mother stayed strong. âI have a devout faith that sheâs going to come home.â
Mothers always have faith, whether it makes sense or not.
The search for Maria continued. Because of the embarrassing publicity, Cunard and his surgeon boss agreed that he should move. Several times after he did so, the doctor asked Cunard what he planned to do about his Triumph. The sports car, draped with a heavy canvas auto cover, was still parked about a hundred feet from the surgeonâs home, about thirty feet from the guest cottage where Cunard had lived.
On a Saturday morning in February, six weeks after Mariaâs disappearance, Cunard appeared at the doctorâs posh home. He said he would return that afternoon to take the Triumph, parked there since January.
A short time later, two pretty young women, one of them the doctorâs daughter, the other his girlfriend, detected a foul odor. Laughing and joking, they cried: âWhat if itâs Maria? What if itâs Maria?â
One of them playfully lifted the white Triumphâs unlocked trunk lid and gasped. It was Maria. She had been there the entire six weeks. Strangled, her body wrapped in plastic, under the tools, the mud flaps and the junk. The coverings, plus cool weather and the fact mat the car was not parked in direct sunlight, kept the smell from being obvious sooner. She was discovered at 12:45 P.M .
Cunard arrived to take the car at two P.M . Police were waiting.
Looking for love can be as lethal as finding it. So many of us are lonely in the midst of city crowds.
Anita Babette Greenstein was the only person to bring along her own life jacket on a sailing outing. She also carried tools in her car, in case of trouble. Though lonely, she never frequented bars or talked to strangers. A cautious career woman, she subscribed to a computer dating service.
Police suspect it sent her a killer.
They believe that the man who robbed and strangled the well-known commercial photographer, then drove her body 170 miles north on Floridaâs Turnpike and dumped it near Yeehaw Junction in Osceola County, was referred to her by a computer-style dating service.
âI feel so sorry for her,â Miami Homicide Detective Andrew Sundberg told me. âShe was looking for Mr. Right.â
At forty she was in a hurry.
Anita Babette lunched with her parents one Tuesday in August. She mentioned no date that night. In fact, she said she planned to work late in her darkroom to complete a major project. Among her commercial accounts were restaurant chains and shoe manufacturers.
Police believe that the next day, while an unidentified man drove her tan station wagon to drive-in tellers at three banks and cashed checks drawn against her business account, Anita Babette was bound and gagged, lying helpless in her home.
Unable to reach her by telephone Tuesday night, Wednesday or Thursday, her worried parents went to her house. They found it ransacked, pictures removed from the walls, even kitchen cabinets searched. If the killer was seeking something specific, it is unknown whether he found it. Expensive cameras, photographic equipment and other valuables remained. Some small cameras and a TV were missing, along with her handbag, wallet and credit cards.
Late that same day, at Yeehaw Junction in upstate Florida, a turnpike employee noticed what looked like a âbolt of multicolored clothâ thirty feet off the pavement. When it was still there the following day, he stopped to investigate and found the body of a barefoot woman clad in underwear and a striped bathrobe. The unidentified woman was five feet two inches tall and weighed ninety pounds. Deputies sifted through statewide missing-persons reports and stopped at one from Miami.
Anita Babette had been found.
Her station wagon was discovered back in Miami, clean and undamaged, abandoned just off the Palmetto Expressway. Police were puzzled. Why did the killer drive
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