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Published:March 27th, 2014 11:59 EST
Mark Fuhrman`s 'Murder In Brentwood' Takes Me Back to the Day, June 13th, 1994!

Mark Fuhrman`s 'Murder In Brentwood' Takes Me Back to the Day, June 13th, 1994!

By John G. Kays

I was browsing the dollar bin of paperbacks at my local branch library, when I came upon of Murder in Brentwood by Mark Fuhrman (Zebra Books 1997), in fairly good condition; I remembered I had rather enjoyed Murder In Greenwich (1999), where I felt as if Mister Fuhrman did a good job in solving the troubled Martha Moxley homicide, which occurred on October 30, 1975. In any case, I paid the library clerk one crisp, green George Washington Balboa, quickly sat down in the crowded unit, and began scrutinizing the familiar paperback, hoping it would transport me back to the Summer of 1994 (leaving the Spring of 2014 is a breeze!). The first 50 pages went down like Swiss chocolate drops at an old movie!

I didn`t exist in the present anymore; whatever you might want to say about Mark, one thing is certain, he`s a very gifted detective, and explains clearly exactly what he was thinking and what procedures he took when arriving on the scene; you know, 875 South Bundy Drive (in the exclusive Brentwood District of Los Angeles) at 2:10 AM, June 13, 1994. I pulled myself back for a moment (faking objectivity), trying to imagine what it was like at that crucial moment, when Mark Fuhrman and Ron Phillips first looked down at the cobblestone walkway that leads you to the Bundy residential front door. It gave me some trouble.

I should note, Mark was not the first police officer to arrive on the crime scene; two black and white LAPD squad cars were there already. Officer Robert Riske was actually the first one to inspect the bloody scene. I spent considerable time studying the telling diagram of Bundy on page 13; I don`t know why, but I started to wonder why O.J. had chosen that particular time to do his thing, leaving Rockingham (just after 10 PM, perhaps), after grabbing a late burger with Kato Kaelin at MacDonalds. This wasn`t a logical thought process on my part, but I must say, MF was describing how the blood droplets end in the alley behind Nicole`s house.

As such, one would assume that O.J. parked the (now iconic) White Bronco (Hertz rental) behind the familiar bungalow, as if no one would notice. Well, I had to stop myself again. The kids tend to run around and talk a lot at my branch library, where one presumes to concentrate, and get a good bit of reading under one`s belt. That`s okay, kids will be kids (at one time, I was a Middle School teacher), but I didn`t want to miss any point MF was making. Later in my reading, I realize now, MF was ordered to go over to Rockingham so he could inform O.J. of his ex-wife`s (Nicole Brown-Simpson) passing; some years prior, Furhman had handled a domestic dispute that involved Nicole and O.J., but was a little fuzzy on how to find the place.

Again, I put the paperback down on a library table for a moment; I was caught-up in persistent reverie, I was almost in a trance-like state of mind! Really, what I was up to, what was going through my mind, is I needed to draw my own diagram. Suddenly, I was back at my small efficiency apartment, near Fair Park in Dallas, watching the developments on TV. It was the morning of June 13th, 1994, and I was home for the summer (I was a public school teacher in Dallas), enjoying the break. But these shocking developments, eyes mesmerized on CNN, catapulted me out of my bed! I immediately brewed some strong coffee; I suppose I was glued to the TV for the rest of the summer break, but I`ll have to think about it some more. Well, I eventually returned to my paperback...

Okay, so why didn`t O.J. clean up the blood before he took off for Chicago? Why did he throw the bloody glove behind Kato`s small flat? What was the thud about, distinctly heard by Mister Kaelin? Why did O.J. leave his bloody socks in the middle of the carpet of his otherwise tidy bedroom? Why was there a shovel left in the back of his Bronco? Why did he think to get rid of the murder weapon, but leaves so much other evidence out in the open? And what about the bloody fingerprint left by the killer on the gate at Bundy? Let`s forget about the trial and return to the original investigation; Mark takes a close look at the mistakes made by the LAPD; his focus clears up much of my confusion, I mean the reasons why Simpson got off.