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East of Hyannisport lie some of Cape Cod's most romantic seaside towns. But for four especially pretty, outgoing young women, a dream vacation turned into a nightmare of sexual torture, dismemberment, and death.Investigative reporter Leo Damore has written a gripping and suspenseful account of these murders that reads like outstanding fiction. Here is the whole terrifyingEast of Hyannisport lie some of Cape Cod's most romantic seaside towns. But for four especially pretty, outgoing young women, a dream vacation turned into a nightmare of sexual torture, dismemberment, and death.Investigative reporter Leo Damore has written a gripping and suspenseful account of these murders that reads like outstanding fiction. Here is the whole terrifying true story of the search for the missing girls, the clues that implicated one good-looking young man in every disappearance ... and all that happened in the secret bloodcurdling place that a serial killer called "his garden."...

Title : In His Garden: The Anatomy of a Murderer
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ISBN : 9780440207078
Format Type : Mass Market Paperback
Number of Pages : 678 Pages
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In His Garden: The Anatomy of a Murderer Reviews

  • Julie Frayn
    2019-02-08 15:43

    I read this book in the '80s and was looking it up to remind myself of something. It has stayed with me all these years, some of the details, the crawling skin, the killer's face. A bit clinical and dry, but it is true crime after all.

  • Janellyn51
    2019-02-09 17:06

    I was in high school when this happened, I remember it very well. My father turned on the TV and the news caster said, They found another leg today. I kind of laughed, like nervous laughter, it was so out of context and sounded so weird. My Dad, who has 5 children, me being the oldest, got up walked across the room, and said, do you really think that's funny? Before I could say no, he slapped me across the face. I was in shock then, but I get it now. God, I think of all the stupid things I did when I was young. All the hitch hiking, and just meeting strangers and hanging out, I'm amazed I'm still here. Like with the Boston Strangler, I found there were things in this book that seemed weirdly....I don't know coincidental in relation to me, I suppose. I grew up in West Bridgewater, the next town over from Bridgewater Correctional Institution for the criminally insane...oh joy! DeSalvo broke out of Bridgewater, and I remember I was supposed to babysit down the street that night, but as I was putting on my coat, my mother said where the hell do you think you're going? I said I was babysitting for Auglis' and she said, you're not leaving this house...if anyone comes to the door, this is what I want you to do. I want you to go upstairs and throw the kids out the window, and I'll call the police! I didn't know what the woman was on about, and hopefully when she told me to throw my younger siblings out the window, she meant her bedroom window so they would at least be on the roof of the front porch! DeSalvo had escaped. He did in fact hide in someone's house. I've slept in an apartment in Harvard Square where he murdered one of the woman, and I also had a very dear friend, Brigham, or Robert Auld, who discovered his friends strangled body and was hauled in for questioning repeatedly. If you want to see a real mind fuck, in Sebastian Youngers book, I think it's called A death in Belmont, there is a photo of the author as a baby on his mother's lap with DeSalvo and his boss....they built an addition on the authors house, a studio for his mother who was an artist! Yikes! Enough about DeSalvo. Tony Costa, that guy was some kind of freak show. I lived in Provincetown from 1974 to 1976. Costa died in 74 so it was old news by then. Reading this book though, I almost choked when I read that he lived in Somerville before his mother shipped him off to live with an aunt in P Town. He'd been caught assaulting a 14 year old girl after breaking into her home on Hudson Street. I've lived in Somerville for 35 years now, the first 13 I could look out my window and see Hudson St.! Costa's birthday is the same as my boyfriend and the address of Primitivo Africa, on E. 9th St. in the East Village would have been a few doors away from my apt. on E. 9th when I lived in the E. Village. Africa was involved, in so much as it was his phone number that came up in regards to the telegram Costa allegedly sent from Pat and Maryanne, saying they were in New York and all was fine. It was an effort to make the police believe they were alive, ergo, he didn't kill them. Africa was a friend of Chrissie, who allegedly committed suicide in her bathtub, and it was never established whether Costa was responsible for her death. He was only tried for the deaths of the two Providence girls, and not Sydney, Susan, or the girl in California who he had been with and also disappeared. Costa was sent to Bridgewater for psychological screening. One thing that I found odd was that just about all the psychologists and doctors, even the police, claimed he was very intelligent, which I feel was book smart. But, you've got to wonder about a man who spends his time hanging with kids many years younger than himself. That would say to me that he needed to feel superior, he definitely had a pumped up image of himself, as a teacher or spiritual guide, that right there, to me, says he had issues. Provincetown is a very hip place. While it's always been a haven for gay people, who could live there without the threat of being hasseled, at that time, it still was more of an intellectual/art colony. So, really, if he was all that smart, there were many people that he could have expounded with, rather than hang with teenagers. Provincetown originally was a Portugese fishing village, and in the 60's the majority of homes were owned by Portugese, who rented rooms or apartments to summer people, not so much tourists as young kids who were there to work the restaurants, and go to the beach. It definitely was somewhere that people went because it was free thinking, and if you wanted to go down the street with bells on your toes and a bone through your nose, nobody looked at you sideways, except the tourists who came because that was what they wanted to see. the kids that Costa hung out with were townie kids, kids who didn't mingle with the summer crowd, although I'd wager there were very few boys who were opposed to blowing some gay guy under the pier for 5 bucks. His letters to people and manner of speaking did show him to have a good vocabulary, but still odd in his phrasing of things, with the understanding that it was the 60's and things were groovy and all that hippy talk. Goldman's defense. Drugs made him do it. I sincerely doubt it's something anyone would do on barbituates, possibly speed....if anything acid. I went with a friend to visit a friend of his in 1970, I think we were in Vermont, it was like a farm, and Jose was so mild and zen like....after we left, Harry told me Jose had shot and killed this other guy I knew, Brian Burlingame. Brian was a bad ass, and Jose was tripping when it happened. I could see someone freaking on Acid, as far as the actual murder goes. But, the whole sequence of events, with the car and all that? And, what an idiot. The stories he came up with, which changed as frequently as the weather, if I was interrogating him, I'd wind up asking, Tony, do I look like a farmer to you? Really. For all the people who talked to him and found him intelligent, some of the stuff he came up with was beyond juvenile, and that he thought people would believe it, was beyond me. I think he was a twisted fuck head, I think he knew exactly what he was doing when he was doing it, and I think he enjoyed it. It may have stemmed from some kind of rage that would well up in him, but he knew what he was doing, he knew what he did. You so have to be in La La land to think that you could be convicted of that crime, and he was only tried for the two murders, because they could connect him with Pat Walsh's car, and think that after a bit in prison you're reformed and they're going to let you out! He really seemed to think that he would get out of prison! Like, dum de dum, I'm feeling better now, can I go home?Costa claimed throughout that the girls were there to cop dope. It was all about them giving him the car in lieu of payment for heroin. I kept thinking, right, a school teacher, at that time? One thing I did find interesting though, was something Pat Walsh's mother said when she was sequestered at the court house. She told Sargent James Sharkey of the state police, Patricia had been controlled, had been carefully supervised, and had been brought up right. That gave me pause. Not that I would think she was there to buy tons of heroin, or even pot, but it does remind me of exactly why I lived in P Town, because I was into being cool, and wanted to be free of my very strict upbringing. I think that if you have a strict upbringing, you retain the morals and principles that you are taught, but if you are someone who questions things in life, or you have an elan about you, then you long to get out from under. It's my guess that Pat Walsh was in Provincetown that weekend to let her freak flag fly, and she wanted to engage with people and live it. There's nothing wrong with that, she just met someone who was beyond freaky, and it cost her her life, and the poor other girl....She was just along for the ride.The book was an easy read the way it was written, although a bit repetitive. The one thing I wondered in the end, was if Maurice Goldman, who defended Costa on spec, assuming there would be a book or film, got anything out of this book. He made Costa sign a contract that turned over any profits from prospective books or films to Goldman, and he did put out a considerable amount of his own money, it was a bone of contention with Costa in the end. I kind of think Goldman was pretty sleazy, and convinced of his clients guilt, it wouldn't bother me if he didn't get a penny one way or the other.While I was on vacation this summer, we stopped at a flea market in a Grange in Madison Maine. We got to talking to the woman in there, she asked where we were from. We said Boston, she had grown up in Wellfleet. Oddly enough, she asked me if I remembered the Tony Costa case....and when I said I'd just read the book....she was a friend of Sydney Monzon's. She claims that there are bodies all over the place....that the girls were in fact there to cop, and that it all had to do with abortions, that the abortionist, wasn't very good and Tony was disposing of the bodies. That would kind of tally up with his saying that the two Providence girls were going to Canada for an abortion, which was not legal yet. Even if it wasn't true, that one of those girls needed one, it could be that came into his head because that was what was going on in town. I wish I'd been able to talk to her longer and found out more. It doesn't make it any better for sure, but it does make it less like he was a psychopathic killer if he was disposing of poor girls who were not able to obtain a legal abortion. The woman said, Sydney would still be alive if her father could have dealt with her being pregnant. She seemed to get quite a kick out of the kid having a key to Adams Pharmacy and robbing the place too.

  • Chelle
    2019-02-04 22:41

    this is the most exhaustingly detailed true crime book I've ever read. Costa is MADDENING with his bs stories

  • Cheryl
    2019-02-16 17:45

    As some previous reviews have said, there is a lot of repetition in this book. I wasn't bothered by it though. Sometimes I think the information is repeated just to add to the length of the novel. In this case, it seemed it was done because it was another perspective. I was an infant when this trial was taking place, but my grandparents lived in Provincetown. I know the places spoken of. I know some of the players, at least by name. My grandfather worked for the town for some period when I was young. This was a horrendous case and I really wonder how many women he killed.

  • Kelly
    2019-01-26 16:39

    Very detailed account of this strange man. Usually I dont enjoy the true crime with many extraneous details. I dont need times and weather reports to understand a crime. But the details, and there are a lot, all seem to make this book better.

  • Fishface
    2019-01-24 17:47

    Another good read. Totally normal young adult male in Cape Cod kills a number of women and makes the tactical error of concealing them by his secret marijuana garden.

  • Augusta37
    2019-01-28 15:42

    Excellent true crime book.

  • SHH
    2019-01-24 14:53

    i didn't finish this. Too detailed and repetitive.