Who Killed Chrissy?: The True Crime Memoir of a Pittsburgh girl's Unsolved Murder in Las Vegas by Beverly Simcic Page B
Authors: Beverly Simcic
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my body was arthritic when I moved, and I had a
hard time pushing the furniture around. Stepping outside into the abominable
heat put me in slow motion like a cartoon, and I had to push myself to
move—gotta move….gotta move….gotta walk to the store. Walking through the
complex was undeniably the walk of the last death for me. I knew that Fred was
lurking amongst the bushes or in the laundry rooms and he would jump me in
broad daylight, no one would hear anything and I would be attacked and killed,
dragged into the desert and left to rot, just like Chris. I felt his presence
the second I stepped outside my doorway. I didn’t see him but I knew he was
there waiting for me somewhere between the long winding trail through the
complex to the end where I could emerge onto the highway sidewalk.
As I
reached the end of the complex and stepped onto the highway sidewalk I feared
if I ran into him now that he’d throw me off the narrow sidewalk into speeding
traffic. I tried walking faster but my shoes were made of sticky rubber, like I
was dreaming. I could see the convenience store a couple hundred feet in the
distance, but before I reached the parking lot I came upon two dumpsters
sitting on the side of the sidewalk and something stopped me in front of them.
I wanted to lift the lids and see if Chris’s stuffed bag of photographs were in
there, and then I pulled myself back thinking I was momentarily insane. I
envisioned Fred dumping the envelope in there after he killed her and felt that
if I could climb into the dumpster that I’d find them. I had to keep my focus
on making it to the convenience store and decided against climbing into the
trash.
I
sped through the store like lightning and picked up supplies; quickly rushed
the cashier through the checkout, grabbed the grocery bag and took off, almost
running back along the skinny sidewalk to the complex and back to my apartment.
I
stayed locked down with piled up furniture in my apartment until Sunday
afternoon when Kathy came to pick me up.
More
terror and monsters were coming for me.
Newspaper article in the Las Vegas Sun, Saturday, June 26, 1982 (transcribed copy follows)
Las Vegas Sun – Saturday
June 26, 1982
Woman, 25, found slain in bathtub
By Harold Hyman, SUN Staff Writer
Metro Police Friday were investigating the mystery
slaying of an attractive woman from Pittsburgh found murdered in her apartment
in the Woodbridge Inn, 700 E. Flamingo Road.
Identity of the 25-year-old unmarried woman will not
be disclosed until relatives are found and notified of her death, police said.
The woman, who moved to Las Vegas approximately one
month ago, was discovered dead at 3 p.m. by a maintenance worker and an
apartment security guard.
They used a passkey to open her door after the
maintenance worker smelled a strong odor from inside the second floor flat and
got no response when he knocked.
Police said the woman may have been dead as long as a
week. She was last seen alive by neighbors in the large apartment complex one
mile from the strip approximately one week ago, they said.
The slaying was unusual in that the woman was found
lying against the bathtub in her bathroom with her head submerged in the tub
filled with water. Her body, nude from the waist down, was out of the water,
police said.
Cause of death was not immediately apparent but a
large amount of blood in the bathtub water indicated she may have suffered a
massive head wound of some type, police said.
She wore only a blouse and bra, they said.
Her body was taken to the Clark County morgue where an
autopsy is scheduled Saturday to determine exact cause of death.
The woman’s apartment was termed “immaculate” and not
in disarray.
Police said it appeared the woman had not been robbed
and that they had established no motive nor suspects in the slaying.
The woman was said to have lived alone and kept to
herself during the one month since she moved into the Woodbridge, a
hard time pushing the furniture around. Stepping outside into the abominable
heat put me in slow motion like a cartoon, and I had to push myself to
move—gotta move….gotta move….gotta walk to the store. Walking through the
complex was undeniably the walk of the last death for me. I knew that Fred was
lurking amongst the bushes or in the laundry rooms and he would jump me in
broad daylight, no one would hear anything and I would be attacked and killed,
dragged into the desert and left to rot, just like Chris. I felt his presence
the second I stepped outside my doorway. I didn’t see him but I knew he was
there waiting for me somewhere between the long winding trail through the
complex to the end where I could emerge onto the highway sidewalk.
As I
reached the end of the complex and stepped onto the highway sidewalk I feared
if I ran into him now that he’d throw me off the narrow sidewalk into speeding
traffic. I tried walking faster but my shoes were made of sticky rubber, like I
was dreaming. I could see the convenience store a couple hundred feet in the
distance, but before I reached the parking lot I came upon two dumpsters
sitting on the side of the sidewalk and something stopped me in front of them.
I wanted to lift the lids and see if Chris’s stuffed bag of photographs were in
there, and then I pulled myself back thinking I was momentarily insane. I
envisioned Fred dumping the envelope in there after he killed her and felt that
if I could climb into the dumpster that I’d find them. I had to keep my focus
on making it to the convenience store and decided against climbing into the
trash.
I
sped through the store like lightning and picked up supplies; quickly rushed
the cashier through the checkout, grabbed the grocery bag and took off, almost
running back along the skinny sidewalk to the complex and back to my apartment.
I
stayed locked down with piled up furniture in my apartment until Sunday
afternoon when Kathy came to pick me up.
More
terror and monsters were coming for me.
Newspaper article in the Las Vegas Sun, Saturday, June 26, 1982 (transcribed copy follows)
Las Vegas Sun – Saturday
June 26, 1982
Woman, 25, found slain in bathtub
By Harold Hyman, SUN Staff Writer
Metro Police Friday were investigating the mystery
slaying of an attractive woman from Pittsburgh found murdered in her apartment
in the Woodbridge Inn, 700 E. Flamingo Road.
Identity of the 25-year-old unmarried woman will not
be disclosed until relatives are found and notified of her death, police said.
The woman, who moved to Las Vegas approximately one
month ago, was discovered dead at 3 p.m. by a maintenance worker and an
apartment security guard.
They used a passkey to open her door after the
maintenance worker smelled a strong odor from inside the second floor flat and
got no response when he knocked.
Police said the woman may have been dead as long as a
week. She was last seen alive by neighbors in the large apartment complex one
mile from the strip approximately one week ago, they said.
The slaying was unusual in that the woman was found
lying against the bathtub in her bathroom with her head submerged in the tub
filled with water. Her body, nude from the waist down, was out of the water,
police said.
Cause of death was not immediately apparent but a
large amount of blood in the bathtub water indicated she may have suffered a
massive head wound of some type, police said.
She wore only a blouse and bra, they said.
Her body was taken to the Clark County morgue where an
autopsy is scheduled Saturday to determine exact cause of death.
The woman’s apartment was termed “immaculate” and not
in disarray.
Police said it appeared the woman had not been robbed
and that they had established no motive nor suspects in the slaying.
The woman was said to have lived alone and kept to
herself during the one month since she moved into the Woodbridge, a
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