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Authors: Casey Sherman

Search for the Strangler

Copyright © 2003 by Casey Sherman

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Published in arrangement with Northeastern Press.

Originally published as as
A Rose For Mary.

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First eBook Edition: April 2005

Contents

Copyright

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Illustrations

Foreword

Prologue : Cape Cod, 1950

1 : JANUARY 4, 1964

2 : The Killing Season

3 : The Making of Albert DeSalvo

4 : Snow Job

5 : The Home Front

6 : Lights, Camera, Action!

7 : All the King’s Men

8 : The Portrait on the Mantel

9 : Laying the Groundwork

10 : The Living Victims

11 : A Vision in the Night

12 : Here Comes the Son

13 : The Ghost from Christmas Past

14 : An Alliance Is Born

15 : On Our Own

16 : The Confession

17 : Turning Up the Heat

18 : Twists and Turns

19 : The Exhumation

20 : A Call from New Hampshire

21 : Truth or Consequences

22 : The Final Showdown

Epilogue

Author’s Note

Bibliography

At nineteen, Mary Sullivan was the youngest and final target of the infamous Boston Strangler. The suspect who confessed to
that murder and twelve others was a handyman and sexual predator named Albert DeSalvo. Now, forty years later, Casey Sherman,
veteran journalist—and Mary Sullivan’s nephew—challenges DeSalvo’s confession, defies the power of Massachusetts law enforcement,
and tells the world how DeSalvo may have been betrayed by his own lawyer, the celebrated F. Lee Bailey. Drawing on a decade’s
worth of interviews and presenting startling new DNA evidence, Sherman describes his audacious alliance with DeSalvo’s family,
tells how he strove to bring justice to the aunt he never knew—and reveals who her
real
killer may be . . . a man very much still at large.

PRAISE FOR
SEARCH FOR THE STRANGLER

“Casey Sherman has written a book, part investigation, part personal memoir, that will shake the long-held conclusions about
who was the real Boston Strangler. His ten-year hunt for the murderer of his aunt, the Strangler’s last victim, is a moving
tribute to her memory.”

—Gerald Posner, author of
Case Closed: Lee Harvey Oswald and the Assassination of JFK

“Rich in detail . . . compelling . . . chillingly realistic. Exhaustively researched, this is a must-read for true-crime aficionados.”


Booklist

“Casey Sherman has written a penetrating, incisive book that manages to avoid the mawkish sentimentality one would expect
from such a personal perspective of so mammoth a tragedy. It is also a model of investigative reporting, raising some deeply
unsettling questions about the true identity of the Boston Strangler, questions, ultimately, that turned my blood to ice.”

— Dennis Lehane, author of
Mystic River
and
Shutter Island

This book is for

Mom, who gave me strength

Laura, who gave me love

Isabella, who gave me hope

Acknowledgments

I would like to thank my agent, Doe Coover, and her assistant, Frances Kennedy, for their determination to get this book published.
I would also like to thank Joe Bergantino for his help on this project. I am grateful to Bob Stone for his suggestions and
encouragement. A special thanks also to my editors, Gil Geis and Bill Frohlich, who both helped turn an amateur into an author.
Ann Twombly also deserves much of the credit for this book. I would like to thank Sergeant Conrad Prosnewski of the Salem,
Massachusetts, Police Department for giving me access to the case files when no other law enforcement agency would. Thanks
to retired Boston Strangler Task Force member Jim Mellon; you are my hero. The following people deserve my eternal gratitude
for their tireless work in this case: Elaine Whitfield Sharp and Dan Sharp; Professor Jim Starrs of George Washington University;
Dr. Michael Baden; Dr. Henry Lee; Major Tim Palmbach of the Connecticut State Police; Dr. George Stephens, Dr. David Foran,
and Walter Rowe of George Washington University; Dr. Todd Fenton of Michigan State University; Dr. Bruce Goldberger of the
University of Florida; Traci Starrs; and the kind folks at the John Lawrence Funeral Home in Marstons Mills, Massachusetts.

My thanks also go out to Dr. Ames Robey and the late Tom Troy for helping me to understand Albert DeSalvo and to Patricia
Delmore and Pam Parker for sharing their painful stories for the first time. I am grateful to Rick Davis of Van Ness Films
for his wealth of knowledge about the film
The Boston Strangler.
Thanks to Jim Collins of East Coast Investigative Services for helping me when the trail ran cold. Dan Rea and Victor Garo
offered their keen insight into the Boston underworld and Walpole State Prison. My deep thanks to my colleagues at WBZ-4 News
for their kindness and support. A special thanks to Ron Wilhelmson and Cory Silva of the WBZ Graphics Department. To my brother,
Todd, I strive to be the writer and—more important—the father that you are. To Jim Sherman, thanks for everything. A special
thanks to my legion of supporters, all of whom it would be impossible to name here; however, some deserve special attention:
Ken Dodd, Ann and John Russell, Frank and Denise Judge, Cindy Langlois, Corly Cunningham-Quirk, Joanne Griffith, Toby Duane,
John and Colleen Somers, Nancy Avia, Alan Otis, Ben Derouchie, Trish Murphy, and Marc Lidsky.

Illustrations

Following page
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Mary and Diane Sullivan

Mary Sullivan and Nathan Ward

The portrait on the mantel

The crowd in front of Mary’s apartment building

Mary’s body is carried out of 44A Charles Street

Charles Street today

Albert DeSalvo

George Nassar

F. Lee Bailey

Edward Brooke briefs reporter

John Bottomly

James Mellon

Michael DeSalvo

Elaine Whitfield Sharp at the first news conference

James Starrs at Mary Sullivan’s exhumation

Casey Sherman and Jim Starrs

Diane Sullivan Dodd and Jim Starrs

Attorney General Tom Reilly

Richard DeSalvo gives blood for DNA testing

Foreword

The story of the Boston Strangler is one of those larger-than-life cases in a city’s history—in this instance a city’s macabre
side. The murders of eleven single women in and around Boston during a nearly eighteen-month period between the summer of
1962 and early 1964 frightened and obsessed the people of Boston. Most victims had been sexually molested or beaten. Nearly
all were strangled by a piece of clothing or a nylon stocking. Boston police, the FBI, and other police agencies hunted for
the killer, but all were baffled for months. Prominent figures in state legal and political circles became embroiled in the
manhunt, including Edward Brooke, the state attorney general who would go on to be elected the state’s first black U.S. senator,
and F. Lee Bailey, the defense attorney who would become one of the country’s most celebrated and controversial attorneys.

Eventually, a sexual predator, Albert DeSalvo, claimed he was the strangler. Though he was never tried for any of the murders,
he was incarcerated for a number of sexual assaults. First with Bailey’s help, and then with the help of a special task force
Brooke had appointed—which was eager to solve the crimes—DeSalvo was officially sanctioned as the killer. The Boston Strangler
was off the street, the case was solved, and the public could rest peacefully once again.

But like so many big events, it turns out that the Boston Strangler case was not as it seemed. Movies, television specials,
and a number of books have been produced either advancing or debunking the idea that the Chelsea-born DeSalvo was the one
responsible for the brutal killings.

Now comes Casey Sherman with his compelling contribution,
Search for the Strangler: My Hunt for Boston’s Most Notorious Killer.
Sherman has applied his training as a journalist to review the original murder investigation, tracking down some of the key
investigators along the way. Then he turned his sights on advancing the view, increasingly accepted as time goes by, that
DeSalvo was a phony.

Sherman has put in years pursuing his mission; he is persistent, indefatigable, and unsparing in his conclusions. In the best
tradition of journalism, he challenges power (which, in this context, means the criminal justice system) to build his case
that back then the system chose—and today continues to choose—expediency rather than the truth in concluding that DeSalvo
was the serial murderer who terrified a city’s people and threatened their sense of safety.

But this is also a work from the heart, because Sherman’s aunt, his mother’s sister Mary Sullivan, was considered the eleventh
and final victim of the strangler when she was savagely murdered in her apartment on Charles Street on January
4, 1964
. For over four decades the family has never accepted the common assumption that DeSalvo was the killer. Casey Sherman did
something about it, even when it took him and his relatives into painful territory. His book is a chronicle of this family
effort, a mix of his research and reporting on the case and the impact it had on his family.

Finally, Sherman’s work fits right into another important journalistic tradition—that of looking back at a long-accepted version
of an event and digging for the deeper truth. He debunks the myths surrounding DeSalvo and the popular version of the Boston
Strangler and, in so doing, has made a valuable contribution in correcting a city’s understanding of its past. This is no
small feat.

DICK LEHR

Jan. 2, 1964

Dear Diane & Family

I have just gotten settled at 44A Charles Street. The two girls I live with are Pat Delmore and Pam Parker from Lowell & Malden
respectively. They both work at Filenes. Pat is a salesgirl and Pam works in the office. They both are great kids. I got a
foolish parking ticket today and I’m very upset by it. I’ve parked in the tow area about six times and never got a ticket.
Therefore, I’m in debt to the city of Boston for $5! I am, as of today Jan. 2, employed at the Boston Safe Deposit and Trust
Co. 100 Franklin Street, just a 15-minute walk. Beautiful building and great people but figures are not my specialty. It’s
a very complicated procedure I’ll have to tell you about some time. You may come up to see me any time, the only thing is
that there is only room for one extra overnight guest so don’t bring your friends, Ha Ha. Say hello to everyone for me. Reply
within five days.

Love, Mary

D
iane Sullivan received this letter from her sister Mary on January
4, 1964
, two days after it was written and the same day Mary Sullivan would become the final victim in the Boston Strangler case.
Most people who read this book have been led to believe that the Boston Strangler was eventually caught, bringing a close
to one of history’s most notorious murder sprees. But Diane has always believed the real killer escaped justice.

My name is Casey Sherman. I am a trained journalist, and I have spent more than a decade investigating the Boston Strangler
case. During this time I have seen the true heart of darkness. It beats inside the killer but also inside those whose job
it was to find him. What began as a murder investigation has evolved into a battle between a victim’s family and powerful
law enforcement officials in the state of Massachusetts. For not only was Mary Sullivan brutally murdered, she was also used
for political and financial gain. With this book, I hope I can finally set the record straight. This book is an offering to
a nineteen-year-old girl discarded by the system. It is a rose for Mary, the aunt I never knew.

Prologue : Cape Cod, 1950

The voice came to her again. At night, the way it always did. Mary awoke and wiped her eyes with her small hands, pulled off
her wool blanket, and searched in the darkness for her slippers. The voice told her to be very quiet. She must not wake her
two sisters sleeping in the same room. The six-year-old parted her auburn curls and tiptoed past her sisters out the bedroom
door. The voice was getting louder now. Mary crept slowly by her parents’ bedroom door, which they always left open in case
the children needed them in the night. “Come outside,” the voice beckoned. Mary stepped out into the brisk autumn night. It
had begun to rain, and there was a strong wind coming off the Atlantic. Yet Mary did not feel cold as she stood in the backyard
in her white cotton pajamas. “Follow me into the woods,” the comforting voice urged. The young girl walked forward along the
clothesline and toward the row of towering pine trees.

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