November 19th, 2010 14:30 EST
Where Lies A Simple Clue That Will Unravel Ronni Chasen`s Horrific Murder?
Somebody wanted Ronni Chasen dead. Some individual held a grudge against her, had crossed her path at one time and came up empty; a decision was made to exact revenge. I`m on the outside looking in, I`m from Austin, a city that shares sparsely little with the celluloid beacon that is Beverly Hills. But I`m playing the role of Columbo here, and going with my instinct, that is telling me this is a calculated, premeditated murder, with a clear motive.
A baffling curve-ball to this case is that everyone who knew Ronni can not think of anyone or any reason why someone would want to kill her. Yet I suspect, as these Hollywood cohorts give it more thought, plausible theories will emerge; a forgotten recollection will spring forth! I just don`t buy the notion that this was random, or that it could be a drive by. Car jacking or robbery? You can rule that out too!
Unintended consequence was one possibility suggested by former Los Angeles Police Chief Bill Bratton, when he appeared on the Early Show. Bratton just sketched out 4 or 5 possibilities for Harry Smith, an Early Show co-anchor. Bill Bratton called it a classic Hollywood Whodunit. Bill hits the bulls-eye on the rifle-range target! But we are reminded, this is not a classic episode from the Columbo detective show of 1970s, this is the real thing!
Ronni Chasen`s work history and past seems very complicated. Her clients, connections and kudos could easily fill up a biographical volume. I had never even heard of her until early Tuesday morning. I`ve seen the previews for Burlesque a few weeks ago, but now it takes on a completely different meaning. Could the killer have been in attendance at the premiere of Burlesque? I think so.
The footage of Cher and Christina Aguilera on the red carpet at the Grauman`s Chinese Theater is now scrutinized with a new eye, a detective`s eye. And as gloomy as it seems, I can`t wait to see Burlesque now. Initially, it looked a trifle dodgy, when first watching the preview, but now is gleaned with a fresh eye. And now I can`t wait to hear the song You Haven`t Seen the Last of Me, written by Diane Warren. Ronni was pitching this song just before her death.
In short, the entire catalog of Ronni Chasen`s work will get a thorough assessment from Beverly Hills detectives. The possibility that some clues may be contained (documented) inside her dealings with one of these movies absolutely requires the tools of sophisticated investigation. Let`s see, there`s: Wall Street 2: Money Never Sleeps, The Hurt Locker, Slumdog Millionaire, Driving Miss Daisy-but we have to dig back all the way to On Golden Pond, if devotion to a solution of this crime is our purpose.
Somewhere buried in these mountains of paper memories is a motive for murder. Detectives have their work cut out for them, but maybe one of the many friends to Ronni will suddenly have a brainstorm; a sequestered memory cell will be jostled from extinction by a random association of circumstance, that holds a frozen mien lost to time.
Patient, clever detective work is mandated by this impeccable case. The beginning is the crime scene itself and vital witness testimony. Surveillance camera footage may well play a role too. I quickly rule out road rage because it happened so late at night, where drivers would have plenty of room to cruise. This was not a crime of passion or of spontaneity. The latest news coming from the Los Angeles Times, is that the shooter shot into the passenger side of Ronni`s Mercedes from another vehicle, perhaps a SUV.
A determination must have been made that the trajectory of the bullets was downwards. The killer knew just what he (she) was doing. No shot missed its mark. No shell casings were retrieved at the scene either. This tells me that the killer picked up these casings after shooting Miss Chasen, in order to cover his or her tracks. (To me) this sings PROFESSIONAL HIT!
This exact spot was carefully picked out by our alchemistic culprit; that is, the intersection of Whittier Drive and Sunset Boulevard was a fixed rendezvous locus. No shots were fired when the car was moving. The assassin waited until her car was still, either at a stop sign or a traffic light. The accuracy of the shots speaks of its preconception. As far as the question of motive goes, I sense the key lies in a riddle of contradictions, a complex web of clients, one of which climbed a rickity rung of the career ladder.
Memories that project themselves, wrapped in a lamb`s cloth, may in reality, be a black-sheep cloak of malice in disguise. A fallen star of sorts cultivated a grudge over time, perhaps several decades, and was foiled, slighted by a simple career call of Ronni`s. The only testimonials we`re hearing in the news comes from those whose careers were boosted positively by Ronni; what about those castaways, those has-beens who hit the jagged rocks of pathless-ness?