Rod Kackley - Sexual Killing: A Shocking True Crime Story

Sexual Killing:

A Shocking True Crime Story

Rod Kackley

Copyright 2017 ROD KACKLEY

LYONS CIRCLE PUBLISHING INC.

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To the Reader

Sexual Killing: A Shocking True Crime Story follows Carol Bundy and Doug Clark who became known in the Los Angeles media as the Sunset Strip Killers, the Sunset Strip Slayers and the Hollywood Slashers.

Carol was sexually abused as a child by her father after her mother died. When her father remarried, Carol was placed in foster homes. She married three times the first time at the age of 17 to a 56-year-old man.

After her third marriage, she began an affair with a local country singer, Jack Murray. It was at a country bar listening to him sing that she met Doug Clark.

Doug was the son of a retired Navy admiral turned international engineer and lived in 37 countries before settling in Southern California.

After Doug left the Air Force in the late 1960s, he drifted, working as a mechanic, and concentrating on a vocation as a sexual athlete and being King of the One-Night Stands, as he liked to call himself.

He ran into Carol Bundy at a country bar called Little Nashville in North Hollywood and soon moved in with her.

They began killing prostitutes in June 1980.

Chapter One

June 12, 1980

Carol Bundy's driving to work and hears a radio news announcer say that the bodies of two young girls had been found near the Ventura Freeway.

She starts shaking and shivering so hard that Carol pulls off the road into a shopping center parking lot.

There are plenty of people driving in, driving out, leaving their cars, walking right beside her car. But they don't notice Carol and she doesn't notice them.

She pulls the big plastic glasses that have driving little red dents into the sides of her nose with one hand and wipes the sweat from her brow with the other.

It's true, Carol thinks to herself, wishing she had something to drink. Her lips are so dry it feels like somebody shoved a handful of sand into her mouth.

Everything he told me must be true.

The night before, Doug had told her he killed two prostitutes after they gave him a blow job, and dumped their bodies. She had not wanted to believe him, but now, Carol did.

Doug Clark was everything Carol had spent the first 30-something years of her life looking for.

He was slim, blond, handsome and spoke with a slight European accent. He was fluent in French and when Doug started speaking in French when they met in the Little Nashville bar, well Carol had just melted.

From that moment on, Carol knew she had to have Doug.

He had had such a fascinating life compared to her mundane existence.

Doug was the son of a retired Navy admiral turned international engineer and lived in thirty-seven countries before settling in Southern California.

He'd been in the military, drafted like so many guys his age.

What Carol didn't know -- but would not have let dissuade her if she had -- was that after Doug left the Air Force in the late 1960s, he drifted, working as a mechanic, and concentrating on a vocation as a sexual athlete and being King of the One-Night Stands, as he liked to call himself.

When he spotted Carol inside a dismal little country bar, Little Nashville, in North Hollywood, Doug decided she would be perfect for him, at least until he got bored with her.

Carol met him at a dismal, little country bar in North Hollywood. She was perfect for him. In her thirties, pretty beat up emotionally after all, Doug would learn later, her father had had sex with her when she was a child. The first time was on the night of her mothers funeral she was overweight, had enormous glasses, and brown, frizzy hair.

She was totally typical of the women who were drawn to Doug. And he knew exactly how to talk to them.

Doug showed his sympathetic side when Carol told him that after her father remarried, she was kicked out of the house and placed in foster homes.

What Carol kept to herself was that she married three times the first time at the age of seventeen to a fifty-six-year-old man.

Carol was no more monogamous that Doug. She had cheated in every marriage and had even flitted between men and women. It wasnt that Carol couldnt decide which gender she found most attractive; it was more that she craved attention and would flutter to the brightest flame.

There was nothing at all attractive about Carol and she knew it.

But she felt better about herself when she was with Doug. She always felt better with a man by her side or a woman. It didn't matter as long as that person took the lead, made the decisions, and was dominant.

Doug fit that role perfectly, or at least as close as Carol felt she had reason to expect.

Carol was looking for love.

Doug wanted a sex slave.

They were perfect for each other.

Doug was soon at her apartment so often he might as well have moved in, and eventually, had.

Carol had consented to be his sex slave, performing orally, vaginally and anally for him But that hasnt been enough for Doug.

He's grown tired of Carol. He is bored with their one-on-one sex.

Doug went out looking for prostitutes. He found two.

Carol knew it.

He had not said anything until the night before when they were making love -- Doug was behind her, his hairy chest sweaty against her bare back -- as he told her what it was like to kill the first prostitute, dump her body, and then go back to pick up her friend, kill her, and make love to her corpse.

Doug and Carol had the best sex they had experienced in a week.

After Carol pulls herself together, she flips the radio back on just int time to hear the announcer say a California transit worker discovered the bodies in some bushes near the Forest Lawn Drive ramp.

She couldn't believe the radio station was giving this much time to one story, but then again, Carol realized, the girls' bodies had been found near the site where two other dead women had been found murdered. They were the victims of the Hillside Stranglers -- a notorious serial killing case that had riveted Southern California.

But the Stranglers are in prison. So everyone knows a new killer has to be on the loose.

Only Carol knows his name

But she doesn't know the names of the girls Doug had killed.

Angelo Marano, a Huntington Beach man, is afraid that he does.

He's hearing the same radio news reports that Carol is listening to, and Angelo, just like Carol, pulls his car over to listen and to think.

Rather than going to work, Angelo gets out of his car, walks to a payphone and calls in sick.

When he gets home, Angelo walks up the three cement steps to his family's little ranch house feeling like a convict taking his final steps on Death Row.

Yes, Angelo is afraid he knows the names of those girls who had been found near Ventura Highway. His fifteen-year-old daughter, Gina and sixteen-year-old stepdaughter Cynthia had been missing for more than a day.

Angelo's wife is at work. Before she comes home, he calls the LAPD.

The next day, Friday the 13th, Angelo goes to the morgue to look at the bodies. His worst fears are confirmed. Gina and Cynthia are dead.

They were raped, murdered and then raped again.

LAPD detectives are afraid they have another serial killer on their hands. At the very least, the medical examiner tells them they are dealing with a necrophiliac, someone who loves to make love to the dead.

As Angelo is picking up the phone to dial the LAPD's number, Carol decides to call the LAPD, too.

Her conscience has gotten the better of Carol. She decides to tell police she might know something about the murders.

In a way, it adds her excitement. Carol feels like she is more a part of the story, even of the murders, as she waits through one, then two rings before the LAPD switchboard operator picks up the other end of the connection.