ANOTHER "BOTCHED," Or COVERED-UP, D.C. POLICE MURDER CASE? Shit -- The Washington Post Didn't Even PRINT the Story!
PeterPrince
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"The Robert Wone Killing Remains 'a Head-Scratcher'"
"Alleging Coverup by Housemates, D.C. Police Probe Theory of Bizarre
Attack in Dupont Circle House"
By Paul Duggan
Washington Post Staff Writer
Monday, June 1, 2009 8:50 PM
[Second of two parts]
A narrow street of century-old townhouses in Dupont Circle, the three-
story dwellings elegantly remodeled, fronted by red-brick sidewalks
and ginkgo biloba trees grown rooftop high.
Quiet now on a stifling midsummer evening.
Victor Zaborsky, just back from a business trip Aug. 2, 2006, was in
bed when Robert Wone arrived at 1509 Swann St. NW about 10:30 p.m.,
toting an overnight bag that his wife had helped him pack. Zaborsky's
domestic partner, Joseph Price, and housemate Dylan Ward greeted their
friend and showed him into the kitchen, where they chatted for a
while, sipping water.
That was what Price, Zaborsky and Ward later told homicide detectives,
a police affidavit says.
"Then Joe went outside for a second because he saw a spider or
something on the light," Ward said. The rear door of the townhouse
leads from the kitchen to a patio. Price said it was "completely
plausible" that he neglected to lock the door when he came back in
after looking at the bulb.
Questioned separately by detectives for hours after Wone was stabbed,
Price, Zaborsky and Ward would provide detailed statements about what
took place that night. A former law enforcement official involved in
the case in its first year said the men's stories were consistent.
According to one of numerous police affidavits filed in court, the
housemates gave this account of how the rest of the evening unfolded:
Ward said he and Price led Wone to the second-floor guest room, which
overlooks Swann Street, and showed him the bed he would be using, a
convertible love seat. Ward's room also was on the second floor, at
the rear of the house. "I went in my room," he said. "I was reading
for, like, five minutes or so, and then I took my sleeping pill."
Before nodding off, Ward said, he heard Wone showering in the second-
floor bathroom.
It was about 11 p.m. on a Wednesday. Price said he retired for the
evening, too, joining Zaborsky in their third-floor master bedroom.
Kathy Wone said her husband and Price had planned to finish catching
up over an early breakfast the next day, before work.
Time is critical to figuring out what happened to Wone that night. If
the 32-year-old lawyer was killed in the strangely drawn-out sexual
assault that authorities have described, and if an elaborate coverup
ensued, then everything occurred within 79 minutes or so, between
Wone's arrival at the house and Zaborsky's frantic 911 call. For every
moment that Wone was not in peril, the time frame in which the crimes
could have occurred shrinks, weakening the prosecution's theory.
That's why a vital issue concerns e-mails that Wone either did or did
not write shortly after 11 o'clock.
Examining Wone's BlackBerry after the killing, a detective noted "an e-
mail purporting to be from Mr. Wone to his wife, timed 11:05 p.m.,
indicating that he had just taken a shower and was going to bed,"
prosecutor Glenn L. Kirschner told the housemates' lawyers in a recent
letter. He said the detective saw another e-mail, typed at 11:07 p.m.,
"purporting to be from Mr. Wone" to a colleague at Radio Free Asia,
confirming a lunch date.
From the tone of the letter, it appears that investigators suspect the
e-mails were written after the stabbing by someone other than Wone as
part of the alleged coverup. The detective noted that the messages
were "unsent." In a major foul-up, however, authorities failed to
preserve data from the BlackBerry for closer analysis.
The U.S. Secret Service was supposed to copy the device's hard drive,
according to Kirschner. After it was believed to have been imaged,
"the Blackberry was retrieved" from the agency, he said. By the time
investigators realized that the data had not been replicated, the
BlackBerry had been given back to Radio Free Asia and "recycled."
"The government does not presently have a copy of the contents of said
Blackberry," Kirschner informed the defense.
'Someone That's Stabbed'
Then, Price and Zaborsky said, they heard noises.
In bed on the third floor, the couple said, they were awakened by a
security chime that sounded whenever an exterior door of the house was
opened. Price said they were not worried. The basement tenant, Sarah
Morgan, had gone out hours earlier, saying she planned to be away
overnight. When the chime went off, Price said, he mistakenly thought
Morgan had changed her mind and come home.
Minutes later, the two men said, they heard what Zaborsky described as
"kind of a low scream." They said they got out of bed to investigate,
and as they approached the stairs just beyond their room, they heard
"another kind of low scream," as Zaborsky put it. The couple said they
rushed down to the guest room at the foot of the stairs and looked
inside.
Seeing their horribly wounded friend on the bed, Zaborsky said, he let
out a scream of his own.
Price said he went to Wone's aid, telling the hysterical Zaborsky to
go back upstairs and call for help. At this point, Ward said, despite
having taken a sleeping pill, he was awakened by the ruckus down the
hall from his bedroom. Price said Ward "came out of his room and . . .
it looked like he had no [expletive] clue."
A boning knife from the kitchen butcher block was lying on Wone's
stomach, Price said. He said he put the knife on an end table and
lifted Wone's gray William and Mary T-shirt. There were three stab
wounds in his torso, and Price said he saw "a lot of blood on his
chest."
Up in the master bedroom, Zaborsky dialed 911 on a cellphone at 11:49
p.m., sounding frightened and overwhelmed.
"Ma'am, calm down," the operator said, asking, "The person that
stabbed him, is he still in the home?"
"I don't know," Zaborsky answered, lapsing into sobs.
As they waited for the ambulance, the operator told Zaborsky to tell
his spouse to put pressure on the victim's wounds with a dry towel.
"Once it gets saturated with blood," she said, "tell him to get
another one." Zaborsky, indicating that he had returned to the second-
floor guest room, replied calmly, "My partner . . . is applying
pressure right now."
Price later said: "I put the towel on Robert. . . . I just held the
towel on him."
Time ticked by, Zaborsky gulping air, alternately gaining composure
and losing it in waves of panicked impatience.
"We really need the ambulance here," he said on the phone.
And then came a response by Zaborsky to the operator that defense
lawyers say was spontaneous and genuine, showing he truly was scared
of an intruder in the house.
"They enroute now, ma'am," the operator said of the paramedics. "Go to
the door. They should be pulling up any moment, okay?"
To which Zaborsky, with barely a pause, replied in a quivering,
desperate voice, "I'm afraid to go downstairs."
A minute later, from a guest room window, he saw the strobing red
lights. Wearing a bathrobe, and still on the cellphone, he hurried
outside to the front steps, pleading to the medics, Jeffrey Baker and
Tracye Weaver, as the two gathered their equipment from the idling
ambulance.
"Help us!" Zaborsky cried over the engine noise. "We have someone
that's stabbed; they're on our second floor . . .
"Please hurry!"
No Signs of a Struggle
Lugging their gear, the medics tromped upstairs.
Wone, in gym shorts and a T-shirt, was on his back atop the bedcovers,
his head on a pillow, his arms by his sides -- dead. In his mouth was
the night guard he routinely wore to prevent his teeth from grinding
in his sleep. Beneath him, the comforter and sheets were neatly turned
down at a 45-degree angle. His wallet and Movado watch were in plain
view on the table at the foot of the bed. A crumpled white bath towel
was on the floor nearby. On the end table to the right of the bed was
a kitchen knife.
That comes from crime-scene photos and a police affidavit recounting
what Baker, Weaver and homicide detectives said they saw in the guest
room.
There were no signs of a struggle, they said. Although at least one of
the victim's wounds was big enough to "fit your fingers into," as
Weaver put it, the medics said they saw hardly any blood on his body
or in the room. And there were only a few small bloodstains on the
sheets and pillow. Weaver said it looked to her as if the body had
been "showered, redressed and placed in the bed."
As police officers fanned out around the house, the affidavit says,
they noticed that "Price, Zaborsky and Ward were together in the
living room, all wearing crisp, white robes and appearing as if they
had just showered."
Separated by detectives, the three were driven to a fortress-like
building in Anacostia, six miles and a world removed from Swann
Street. At the offices of the D.C. police violent crimes branch, in a
blockhouse of brick, chain-link and safety glass, they were
interrogated individually well into Thursday.
This was long before authorities developed their theory of a bizarre
murder involving an incapacitating injection and elaborate coverup.
This was before the autopsy produced its curious results, before the
sadomasochism came to light and before various crime labs analyzed
dozens of items taken from the residence.
This was in the predawn hours after the stabbing. And just from the
looks of things in the townhouse, detectives weren't buying the
intruder story, according to the former law enforcement official who
was involved in the investigation and who declined to speak on the
record because of the criminal case.
There was no evidence of forced entry and no disarray in the house,
and nothing had been stolen. Detectives wondered instead about a
possible sex angle connected to the housemates being gay. In an
interrogation room, for example, Detective Daniel Wagner, then a 23-
year veteran of the force, goaded Price, saying it was obvious to him
that the men had planned to make Wone a part of their family that
night.
"I got three homosexuals in the house and I got one straight guy,"
Wagner said to Price. "What's he doing over there? What's he doing
over there?"
Then he answered his own question. "I think we were all drinking
wine," the detective said. And he imagined the men's thoughts toward
their visitor: "You are coming to Jesus tonight; that's what is going
on tonight."
But the housemates held fast through sunrise, denying any wrongdoing,
Price saying: "I know Victor and Dylan better than I know my mom.
There is no chance on the face of the earth that anybody did anything
to Robert." He said, "They couldn't even spank a child that was being
bad." After the three finally left Anacostia -- Price having been
grilled intermittently for about six hours, Zaborsky for about eight
and Ward for about 12 -- the men hired criminal-defense attorneys.
No more would they talk with the police.
A Head-Scratcher
The autopsy raised as many questions as it answered.
Lois Goslinoski, a deputy D.C. medical examiner, conducted her
postmortem examination of Wone the day after he died and filed her
eight-page, single-spaced report two weeks later.
She said she found two tiny spots from broken capillaries in Wone's
right eye and left eyelid. The spots, called petechial hemorrhages,
are caused by the flow of unoxygenated blood in a person who is
fighting for air, as with a victim of strangulation or suffocation. In
Wone's case, though, the "asphyxia event" wasn't fatal, she said.
It was the stabbing that killed him, she concluded. The blade had
pierced his heart, pancreas and right lung.
Stab wounds tend to be irregularly shaped, a result of the victim
struggling and writhing during the attack. Yet Wone's three wounds
were "perfect, slit-like defects," clean and symmetrical, Goslinoski
noted. She said she saw no defensive cuts anywhere on him.
Although he suffered no injuries consistent with a sexual attack, she
said, she discovered semen around his genitals and in his rectum. DNA
showed that the semen was his own.
She said she counted six premortem needle marks on his chest, right
foot and left hand and several more on the left side of his neck. If
the marks had come from hypodermic injections, she said, she couldn't
tell what was in the syringe.
Searching for drugs in a body is hit-or-miss. There's no single, all-
encompassing test that can identify every foreign substance in a dead
person. There are specific tests for thousands of different
substances, so toxicologists need to know what they're looking for. If
they just aimlessly run tests, hoping to stumble on something, they
might grope in the dark for months, using up all the bodily fluids
that were saved before the victim was embalmed and buried. Then later,
if detectives were to find a clue to a particular drug, the lab would
have no way to confirm it.
The medical examiner's office ran a standard battery of tests in
Wone's case.
The toxicology lab searched for alcohol, cocaine, barbiturates,
opiates and amphetamines. It looked for the date-rape drug gamma-
hydroxybutyrate, or GHB. It checked for benzodiazepines, a class of
sedatives that includes at least three other date-rape drugs. It
looked for phencyclidine, or PCP, a hallucinogen, and depending on how
the PCP screening was done, the test also might have found any traces
of ketamine, another common date-rape drug.
All the results were negative.
By the time Goslinoski wrote up her findings, authorities had taken
control of the townhouse and were scouring it for evidence in a case
that fast became "a frustrating head-scratcher," as the former law
enforcement official put it.
For three weeks after the stabbing, investigators dismantled parts of
1509 Swann St., hauling away computers, household appliances, slabs of
floors, walls and staircases, bags of goop from drain traps, and boxes
of the men's belongings. In Ward's room, besides discovering a large
collection of sadomasochistic sexual implements, detectives said, they
found a box for a three-piece cutlery set that the culinary school
graduate kept in a cabinet. In the box, they saw a carving knife, a
serving fork and an empty space for a smaller knife different from the
one in the guest room.
With so little blood visible in the room, investigators suspected the
scene had been wiped down. Police technicians applied forensic
chemicals and discovered traces of blood that were too faint to be
seen with the naked eye, according to an affidavit written two days
after the killing. "This trace blood evidence was located on the
walls, floors, sofa bed and door frame."
Or so it seemed. For here was another foul-up in the case.
Crime-scene chemicals react not only with blood, but with other
substances containing proteins or iron, causing a glow or stain,
depending on the chemical. The reaction isn't proof of blood; it's
just an indication. The traces then have to be tested to determine
what they are. At the townhouse, the technicians sprayed a product
called Ashley's Reagent, which reacts with proteins, creating a blue
stain. It is designed to enhance suspected blood traces so they can be
photographed. But the crew botched the job, applying the chemical "in
a manner not intended by the manufacturer," Kirschner later said in a
letter to defense lawyers.
After the misapplication of the chemical, the former official said,
authorities were unable to confirm through lab tests that the "trace
blood evidence" was, in fact, blood.
The crumpled white towel on the floor, which Price said he had used to
put pressure on Wone's wounds, also raised suspicions. Detectives saw
only a few small blood blotches on it.
The towel was among scores of items given to outside forensics experts
for analysis. Then, as investigators waited weeks and months for lab
reports to come in, they delved into the housemates' backgrounds. They
talked with Kathy Wone about her husband. They consulted with
Goslinoski, who expanded on her findings. And they brainstormed in
meetings, reviewing what they knew or suspected, arranging and
rearranging the puzzle pieces, hoping a clear picture would emerge.
"None of it made sense," the former official recalled. "The intruder
theory had problems. The theory that it was one or all of these guys
had problems. There was simply no cohesive theory that we could come
up with to account for everything."
The intruder problems: Guy tries the rear door, which -- lucky him --
just happens to be unlocked. Detectives suspected that the spider
story was a lie to explain how someone could have sneaked in.
Undeterred by the chime, he picks up a kitchen knife, crosses two more
rooms to get to the front of the house -- bypassing a flat-screen
television, a laptop computer and other valuables -- and, without
being heard, climbs 16 hardwood stairs to the second floor.
At the top of the steps, he's staring straight at Ward's bedroom. But
instead of going in there, he turns 180 degrees and walks noiselessly
down the uncarpeted hall to the opposite end of the house -- where he
just up and stabs the guy in the guest room. And he abandons his
weapon on the victim's stomach. And he leaves without grabbing the
wallet or watch.
Another problem: The intruder scenario did not explain the strange
autopsy results or the suspected cleanup of the room.
But if not a stranger, then who? And why? Sifting through reams of the
housemates' e-mails, detectives saw no hint of a conspiracy in the
days before Wone's visit, the former official said. By all accounts,
Wone and the men were good friends. Consensual sex gone violently
awry? Investigators said they found no indication that Wone had a
secret lifestyle. And the night guard in his mouth suggested he was
about to go to sleep when whatever happened to him happened.
A head-scratcher for sure.
Charges in the Case
Under a cloud, they resumed their lives.
Price, then a 35-year-old partner at Arent Fox and the general counsel
of the gay rights group Equality Virginia, continued his law practice,
litigating a trademark case for America Online and winning a major
appellate decision in a groundbreaking child-custody fight between
estranged lesbian parents.
Zaborsky, who was 40, stayed with MilkPEP, eventually sharing in an
Effie award from the advertising industry for the "milk mustache/Got
Milk?"campaign. And Ward, then 36, went on soliciting donations at
A.B. Data Ltd. until he finished massage school in February 2007. The
following summer, he traveled to Thailand for more training. Then in
the fall of that year, he rented a condo from friends in Wilton
Manors, Fla., near Fort Lauderdale, and joined the staff of Chi Spa, a
candlelit massage parlor featuring deep sea mud wraps and body butter
treatments.
The investigation plowed on, focusing for a time on Price's troubled
younger brother, Michael, who lived in Silver Spring. Just weeks after
the stabbing, Michael Price (who was later treated for substance
abuse) and another man allegedly burglarized the townhouse and were
quickly arrested. Detectives tried for months to link Michael Price to
Wone's murder, a tangent of the case that put a whole new cast of
offbeat characters under scrutiny, the former official said. But it
reached a dead end.
Fixing the townhouse after the police were done searching it
(including replacing floors and walls indelibly stained blue by the
Ashley's Reagent) cost Price and Zaborsky $250,000, their lawyers
said. They sold the place for $1.47 million last summer and bought an
investment property in Miami Shores, Fla., about 25 miles from Wilton
Manors. Ward, still a Chi Spa massage therapist, moved to the Miami
Shores house as caretaker, and Zaborsky and Price leased a luxury
apartment in Dupont Circle, three blocks from Swann Street.
And they waited.
Until two days before Halloween last year, when the case finally
popped.
Ward was arrested first, in Florida. Price and Zaborsky were charged
three weeks later. All are accused of tampering with the crime scene,
disposing of evidence and lying to investigators. Although authorities
have yet to seek an indictment in the killing, an affidavit made
public Oct. 31 lays out their theory of what happened.
Page 12: "The evidence demonstrates that Robert Wone was restrained,
incapacitated, sexually assaulted and murdered."
Restrained . . . in a way that halted his breathing long enough to
cause the petechial hemorrhages. The affidavit uses the example of an
attacker "placing a pillow over" someone's face.
Incapacitated . . . by an injection, while being restrained. To
investigators, the clean wounds (which Goslinoski said had been
"methodically" inflicted) indicated that Wone neither struggled nor
flinched in pain during the stabbing, meaning he was unconscious or
paralyzed. Questioned by detectives, Kathy Wone said her husband had
no medical appointments in the days before Aug. 2 that might have
accounted for the premortem needle marks on his body.
Injected with what? No lab finding so far. In court recently,
Kirschner said toxicologists would soon conduct a final test, using up
the one remaining milliliter of Wone's blood. As for what they hoped
to find, the prosecutor said: "It's a little bit of a shot in the
dark. . . . All of this is a little bit speculative, quite frankly."
Sexually assaulted . . . while incapacitated, before the stabbing.
As for the semen on and in Wone's body being his own, Kirschner
explained at a court hearing how investigators think the alleged
assault occurred. "The government has now, courtesy of experts,
learned a lot more about electro-ejaculation than frankly this counsel
ever knew," he said. "And there was, indeed, an electrocution unit in
Mr. Ward's bedroom that can produce electric ejaculation of a person
who is under anesthetic or otherwise incapacitated."
And murdered. . . . after which came the alleged coverup, detailed in
the affidavit and in a subsequent indictment charging the men with
obstructing justice (punishable by up to 30 years in prison) and the
lesser crimes of conspiracy and evidence-tampering.
The housemates, "individually and in combination," washed the victim,
cleaned the guest room and neatly remade the bed, the indictment
alleges. Then they "placed the body of Robert Wone" atop the turned-
down sheets and comforter.
Not so, said the men's lawyers.
"This is a case of a prosecution theory chasing evidence and coming up
empty," the defense attorneys declared in a statement recently, saying
some of the forensic findings are "demonstrably inaccurate" and others
have been misconstrued by investigators. "The government has cobbled
together its case with tidbits of information that it interprets
through innuendo and speculation, and then calls 'evidence.' "
The Evidence
And the rest of the story, as authorities tell it:
The Wusthof boning knife that Price said he found on Wone's stomach
has a blade approximately 5 1/2 inches long. Each of the stab wounds
was four to five inches deep. Goslinoski, who has handled dozens of
stabbing cases, said it was unlikely that a knife-wielding attacker
would inflict multiple wounds of nearly identical depth while each
time stopping short of plunging the entire blade into the victim. The
knife on the end table was inconsistent with the holes in Wone's body,
she said.
Investigators showed her another knife, its blade an inch shorter. A
weapon that size was consistent with the wounds, Goslinoski told them.
The second knife, obtained by detectives from the manufacturer, was a
duplicate of the one still missing from Ward's cutlery set.
An expert in blood-splatter patterns examined the knife from the end
table and said he found blood on both sides of the blade. Yet there
was no blood on its cutting edge, he reported. And after inspecting
the modest blood spots on the white cotton towel, he said he did not
think the towel had been used to put pressure on the victim's wounds.
The towel appeared to have been wetted with Wone's blood for a
different purpose.
"The blood pattern on the towel was consistent with the pattern one
would expect to see if someone . . . placed the knife on the towel,
folded the towel over the blade of the knife, and swiped the blood
from the towel onto the knife," the affidavit says.
A trace-evidence examiner put the knife from the end table under a
microscope and reported finding more than 10 tiny fibers on it -- all
white cotton. Although Wone's gray William and Mary T-shirt had three
holes in it corresponding to his wounds, the examiner reported finding
no gray fibers on the supposed murder weapon.
So, the theory goes, inside of about 79 minutes, with no apparent
planning: The victim was subdued, drugged by injection and sexually
assaulted electrically before being stabbed to death, then washed; the
room was cleaned, a phony murder knife was doctored and planted, and
the real weapon and other bloody leftovers were made to vanish -- with
time remaining for the housemates to shower off and get their story
straight.
Inside of 42 minutes, if Wone wrote the BlackBerry e-mails.
A head-scratcher.
Price, who went on leave from Arent Fox a few weeks before the
indictment, has since resigned from the firm and ended his association
with Equality Virginia. Zaborsky isn't with MilkPEP anymore. And Ward
no longer works at Chi Spa.
"Our attorneys estimate that the cost of a trial, which will
necessarily involve a number of experts, will run into the hundreds of
thousands of dollars," the three told friends in an e-mail late last
year, seeking donations to their legal defense fund. "We have no
choice but to sell and liquidate every asset in order to pay this
staggering sum as our very freedom hangs in the balance. Our parents
are doing the same, sacrificing retirement savings and taking on
unprecedented debt to aid us."
Released from custody to await the trial, which is set to begin in May
2010, the men now live on a third of an acre just outside of
Washington, sharing a two-story, 2,600-square-foot home of brick and
aluminum with its owner, Zaborsky's widowed 64-year-old aunt.
A trio of house guests now.
A family still.
[Staff researcher Meg Smith contributed to this report.]
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Why The Post didn't print story ...
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/06/05/AR2009060502486.html
John Fartlington Poopnagel
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"A Child Screamed"
"The 911 response to what turned out to be a triple slaying raises
serious questions in D.C."
Editorial
Monday, June 8, 2009
THE CALL from Apartment 104 at 2000 Maryland Ave. NE came in at 1:06
p.m. March 21. The first seconds are of a child's screams. Then
thumping noises. Then silence. Then, before the phone is disconnected,
a man can be heard muttering, "I told y'all to leave me alone." The
call is chilling to hear because we know from the horrible events that
unfolded that we may well be listening to an 11-year-old boy being
murdered (to hear the call, go to
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/video/2009/06/05/VI2009060501577.html?hpid=topnews).
Whether that was -- or should have been -- apparent to the District
personnel who responded to the emergency call is another question. But
it is one that bears further examination by city officials.
Erik Harper was killed along with his mother, Erika Peters, and his 10-
year-old brother, Dakota. Each had been stabbed to death. Joseph R.
Mays, the man Ms. Peters lived with in what family members say was an
abusive relationship, has been charged with their murders. Police
arrested him after breaking into the apartment and finding him
"attempting to appear unconscious" alongside an unharmed girl who has
since turned 3, whom he had fathered with Ms. Peters.
Members of Ms. Peters's family are, as The Post's Keith L. Alexander
reported, questioning a 30-minute delay before police, aided by fire
personnel, broke down the door, which had been barricaded. Family
members cite the account of the first officer on the scene who heard a
voice from within the apartment saying "no, stop." They wonder if
quicker action might have saved Dakota, grievously wounded and found
bleeding against the door. He was taken to a hospital, where he was
pronounced dead at 2:40 p.m. They want to know if the dispatcher,
queried by police as to the nature of the call, erred in saying "a
child screaming on the phone, possibly playing."
We are not prejudging emergency personnel who have jobs fraught with
the hazards of being second-guessed. There's no question that 911 gets
countless hang-ups. Children do fool around. Police can't just barge
into homes without proper cause. Officers did aggressively respond to
the call. Police Chief Cathy L. Lanier has said that, by the time the
call came in, it was too late. She may well be right, but it's
troubling that efforts by the D.C. Council and Washington City Paper,
which first raised questions about the case, to get basic information
were stonewalled by officials who cited an ongoing investigation.
"This is a particular case that is very high-profile. It was very
fatal," Janice Quintana, director of the office that handles 911
calls, told D.C. Council member Phil Mendelson (D-At Large) on March
26 as she explained why she wouldn't provide information. That's
exactly why the administration should be more forthcoming.
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Usenet Legends bobandcarole
> In article <28554f0e-ebe6-477b-b790-
> 73e5f5...@t11g2000vbc.googlegroups.com>
> PeterPrince <perry...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> >
> > Let's not even talk about Chandra Levy.
> >
> > -----------------------------
> > "The Robert Wone Killing Remains 'a Head-Scratcher'"
> >
> > "Alleging Coverup by Housemates, D.C. Police Probe Theory of Bizarre
> > Attack in Dupont Circle House"
> >
> > By Paul Duggan
> > Washington Post Staff Writer
> > Monday, June 1, 2009 8:50 PM
> >
> >
> > [Second of two parts]
> >
> > A narrow street of century-old townhouses in Dupont Circle, the three-
> > story dwellings elegantly remodeled, fronted by red-brick sidewalks
> > and ginkgo biloba trees grown rooftop high.
> >
> > Quiet now on a stifling midsummer evening.
> >
> > Victor Zaborsky, just back from a business trip Aug. 2, 2006, was in
> > bed when Robert Wone arrived at 1509 Swann St. NW about 10:30 p.m.,
> > toting an overnight bag that his wife had helped him pack. Zaborsky's
> > domestic partner, Joseph Price, and housemate Dylan Ward greeted their
> > friend and showed him into the kitchen, where they chatted for a
> > while, sipping water.
> >
> > That was what Price, Zaborsky and Ward later told homicide detectives,
> > a police affidavit says.
> >
> >
> > his head on a pillow, his arms by his sides -- dead. In his mouth was
> > the night guard he routinely wore to prevent his teeth from grinding
> > in his sleep. Beneath him, the comforter and sheets were neatly turned
> > down at a 45-degree angle. His wallet and Movado watch were in plain
> > view on the table at the foot of the bed. A crumpled white bath towel
> > was on the floor nearby. On the end table to the right of the bed was
> > a kitchen knife.
> >
> > That comes from crime-scene photos and a police affidavit recounting
> > what Baker, Weaver and homicide detectives said they saw in the guest
> > room.
> >
> > There were no signs of a struggle, they said. Although at least one of
> > the victim's wounds was big enough to "fit your fingers into," as
> > Weaver put it, the medics said they saw hardly any blood on his body
> > or in the room. And there were only a few small bloodstains on the
> > sheets and pillow. Weaver said it looked to her as if the body had
> > been "showered, redressed and placed in the bed."
> >
> > As police officers fanned out around the house, the affidavit says,
> > they noticed that "Price, Zaborsky and Ward were together in the
> > living room, all wearing crisp, white robes and appearing as if they
> > had just showered."
>
> >
> > http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/06/01/AR2009060103472.html
> >
> > -------------------
> > Part one ... http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/05/31/AR2009053102510.html?sid=ST2009053102566
> >
> > -------------------
> > Why The Post didn't print story ...
> >
> > http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/06/05/AR2009060502486.html
>
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