In 1991, flight attendant Nancy Ludwig checked in to an airport hotel near Detroit. The next morning she was found gagged, raped, and tortured—her throat slit with such rage that she was nearly decapitated. Her husband Arthur never gave up hope that the future would bring enough evidence to close the case. But it was the past that held the clue.
In 1985, fifty-five-year old Margarette Eby, a music professor, met the same grisly death at her cottage in Flint, Michigan. The case went cold—until six years later when the victim's son Mark came upon the story of Nancy Ludwig's slaying. With nothing to go on but intuition, he called authorities, certain that the same fiend committed both crimes.
A cunning sting operation yielded irrefutable DNA evidence, and authorities were led to the home of respected navy veteran Jeffrey Gorton living quietly with his wife and two children. But his cold-blooded secrets were only beginning to come to light leaving fears that there were more victims yet to be found in a killing spree that had finally come to an end.
Poorly written and long winded. This book has pretty much every TR book writing mistake you can make. He doesn't go into the murders much, gives the entire life stories of Every Single Cop or Detective mentioned in the book, adds a whole bunch of shit that doesn't need to be in here (including other murders and/or serial killers who have nothing to do with these cases), and has very little about the victims themselves. The first gets a bit of detail but the second has almost none. We get a whole life story of her hubby but nearly nothing on her (and he doesn't factor into the case at all.) It was tedious and boring.
In general, books written about true crime in the US are not as well written as those written in the UK. One of the reasons I feel this way - aside from the skill level of the writing, is that the ones written in the US tend to devolve to the level of a "police procedural".
As interesting as forensics -can- be, not every case has something new to add to the area of forensics for someone who reads such cases regularly. Since DNA testing has become so advanced; and such a strong deciding factor, there is a sameness to cases which depend on the DNA results. DNA was the key in this case, so nothing new or interesting there. So why spend so much of the book on the evidence?
Another factor which can lift a true crime out of the ordinary, is what the police did to solve it. This case did have several jurisdictions ultimately working together, but it was not written well enough to make that aspect interesting, which is a pity.
Lastly; and often the most important part for me, is why did the killer do what he (or sometimes she) do the crime. What was it in their background, heredity, or personal history which distorted their psychology to the point where they came to the point of murder.
Don't look for that kind of insight here. The killer is barely mentioned until near the end of the book, and then it was a recitation of his friends, neighbors, and family members calling him "the panty sniffer" and talking about his every increasing collection of women's undergarments. But why was he fascinated with them to such a degree that he was willing to kill to get them? You'll never figure it out from this lame recitation of the obvious.
The best part of this book was a look into the lives of the victims, who were interesting people and always worth remembering within the context of the loss and devasted lives that murderers leave in their wake.
But I felt that if the writer was capable of helping us understand who the victims were, then the writer should have been able to give us some understanding of the perpetrator. Other than repeating over and over again that his parents were "cold", there was none.
Sorry, it's just not enough. If we can't begin to understand the sickness, then we can't recognize it, nor (we hope one day) learn to prevent it. That's what I'm in for. To me, this book was a failure.
This was a fascinating read about DNA and how it helped get Jeffrey Gordon off the street. This man sounds frightening because the man and do ordinary, secretive, and random guy who attacked women for their underwear (slips, bras, panties, and panty hoses were all taken). I'm glad he's in prison for the rest of his life, and that DNA and fingerprint recognition systems have developed as well as they have over the decades. We are incredibly lucky. This case owes a debt of gratitude to Mrs. Eby's son who thought the police should look into these cases being connected. Sometimes intuition is a very good thing.
What is scary though is that the author suggests that Mr. Gordon murdered other women but hasn't been connected to these murders yet. This scenario seems very likely to me as the brutality and similarity of these two murders shows practice. Also, the second known murder was cleaned up so well there was hardly anything left at the crime scene except the body and sperm. If he did murder other women I hope those crimes are solved.
I just came upon this book and although it says on goodreads I did not read this book I knew immediately I did read it. Probably one of the books I have read when my kindle died on me.
That being said I very much enjoyed this book. Good writing and interesting case. So glad this coward got caught.
In 1896, Margarette Eby, a college professor suffered a rape-murder. In 1991, Nancy Ludwig, a flight attendant, suffered the same type of rape-murder. The perpetrator was never found until years later.
With the advance of DNA, computer, and other technologies, passionate investigators took up the cold cases. FBI, state police and local law enforcement cooperated during years of meticulous and tedious legwork. As a result, they were able to clear suspects that otherwise may have been wrongly convicted because everything about them yelled guilty, except for the mismatch of DNA.
Every word of this story is true. It combines not only details of the crimes but the police procedural and the courtroom drama. Certain individuals stand out for their dedication, expertise, and integrity. Therefore included are biographies of varying length. With so many characters involved, it's good to read the preface after you finish the story.
And in this monumental work, every word holds the reader's interest. Nevertheless at times imprecise pronoun usage made me wonder who the author was referring to. And sometimes the order of the telling got confusing.
The author points out the need for funding to shorten the backlog of DNA tests that not only get criminals off the streets but can free those who are wrongly imprisoned.
A gripping, pretty dire read about some horrible crimes and the long search for answers by police, family and friends. This book was much grimmer for me because I live so close to where it all happened and I remember when it hit the news that Nancy Ludwig's killing had been linked to another crime. That is far from the whole story, though. They also mention a number of other grisly crimes from that time period in the same area. Ah, memories! This is a really well-written book, on top of everything else, and you should read it for that reason alone.
Blah. Too many chapters, too redundant, too much sensationalism on the part of the author by repeatedly describing the severity of the injuries. You only need to tell me once.
I had no real concept of who we were even talking about most times, and he often went off on tangents.
It was too time-jumpy, too. It started at the end but then hopped to the beginning. It’s about a case that took 10 years to solve, which is exactly how long it takes to listen to this audiobook.
Jeffery Gorton entered the hotel room of Nancy Ludwig in February 1991. Nancy was a flight attendant who was scheduled to work a flight the next day, so she rented a room in a hotel near the airport. She was found the next morning by housekeeping, bound and stabbed in the bed. Nancy had also been sexually assaulted. DNA and Fingerprint evidence linked Gorton to Nancy's murder, as well as another murder with striking similarities. Gorton was convicted, and is serving three life sentences in a Michigan prison.
This case was featured on Forensic Files and is on the Forensic Files reading list. The book outlines the details of the case sufficiently and discusses the use of DNA technology and the advancements made in the years following the Nancy's murder. Technology continues to advance yearly and brings hope that many more cold cases will be resolved.
A good (if overly long) book about two unpleasant cold cases. The hunt for a rapist-murderer is conducted over the years while police and prosecutors engage in un-helpful Michigan-style politics.
I liked the detail/background of the people involved in this. My biggest problem with this book is that there are entire sections that are repeated, nearly verbatim.
[Interestingly, although my copy has the same (lousy) cover, the subtitle is THE TRUE STORY OF MULTIPLE MURDER AND TWO DEVASTATED FAMILIES, which is just as bad and inaccurate as the listed subtitle: on the one hand, there's no "revenge" involved: Jeffrey Wayne Gorton was caught and prosecuted legally, not extralegally, and the families of the victims, while involved, were not spearheading anything; on the other hand, it's not TWO devastated families, it's THREE, and I'm not sure who they're leaving out, given that the photographs on the cover are two photographs of Gorton and one of (I think) Margarette Eby--given the crappy interior photographs of the murdered women, it's difficult to be sure, but I'm pretty confident those eyebrows are Eby's. So where's Nancy Ludwig? And is it her family we're discounting as devastated? Eby's family? Or Gorton's family? Because it's hard to imagine anyone MORE devastated than Gorton's wife (who knew he had a fetish for women's underwear, but had no idea it went any further) and two children. And while I'm nitpicking, that silhouette at the top, with the dilapidated house and the tree? What the hell is that supposed to be? Nancy Ludwig was murdered in the Detroit Airport Hilton. Margarette Eby was murdered in her home, the Gatehouse of Applewood, the Mott estate in Flint, MI. (The virtual tour of Applewood, btw, does not mention the grisly history attached to the Gatehouse.) Nothing less like that shack can be imagined. And Jeff Gorton grew up in a middle-class household and himself maintained a middle-class household. No creepy isolated shacks, thank you.
[Here endeth the digression.]
In some ways this is a pretty good book, and in other ways it's not so great. Henderson isn't a bad writer, and he has by god done his homework. He talked to everybody he could (the two people who refused to be interviewed are (1) Gorton and (2) the bureaucrat in Romulus who forced eleven of seventeen command officers in the Romulus Police Department into early retirement two weeks after Gorton's sentencing); he dug into the inter- and intradepartmental politics that bedeviled the Flint police, the Romulus police, and the Michigan State Police, and he did a good job of presenting both sides, particularly in the ridiculous, petty war between the MSP and the Genesee County Prosecutor's office. He even talked to the public defender who made the world's worst botch of Gorton's defense in his trial for Nancy Ludwig's murder (when the prosecutor calls the defense lawyer at home and tells him to get his head out of his ass, you know you are looking at a very special version of bad) and got his version of what went wrong. Henderson's at his best when he's discussing the lawyers and the judge and what happened in the courtroom, and I'm actually giving him that fourth star for that part of the book (i.e., the end), because otherwise this was a three-star book.
Henderson's worst problem is that he doesn't trust his material and therefore tries to jazz it up with flashbacks and flashforwards and intercutting different timelines, whereas I have come to the conclusion that with true crime, you are best served by telling the story in the simplest way possible. If you need fancy rhetorical tricks, you will know. And this story, which is so complicated--Jeff Gorton's criminal history in Florida, the Eby murder and its investigation, the Ludwig murder and its investigation, the cold case squad that decided to take a second look ten years later, and then the forensic investigation that was able, because of the leaps and bounds by which DNA analysis had progressed in those ten years, to link the two murders by the DNA of the murderer's semen, then identified a partial print left in blood in Margarette Eby's bathroom as belonging to Jeffrey Wayne Gorton. And then the story of how they actually caught Gorton. This whole tangled history doesn't need to be made more complicated with narratological flim-flam. It needs to be presented in a way that is as easy to follow as possible, and Henderson irritated me mightily by failing to understand that.
Everyone involved seemed confident that Gorton had murdered more than twice--and I would tend to agree. The escalation from knocking women down and stealing their underwear in Florida to rape, torture, near decapitation, and necrophilia in Michigan is so dramatic that it seems like Margarette Eby can't have been his first homicide victim. But if any progress has been made on linking Gorton to unsolved cases in Florida, Michigan, or anywhere else, nobody's talking about it.
On Feb. 17th, Nancy Ludwig, a Northwest Airlines flight attendant, checked into room 354 at the Airport Hilton, in Romulus, MI. and was brutally raped and murdered. On Feb. 18th, I checked into the same hotel, as I was also a Northwest flight attendant at that time, and was greeted by Northwest Airlines management who ushered us into a conference room to tell us the horrible news before we would hear it on TV. The book talked about how Nancy was on an "Add" pattern, where she travels by herself, and switches from plane to plane and from crew to crew. I had just taken the airport shuttle with my crew and another flight attendant, who was on an "Add" pattern and after we were told the news, we insisted on walking her to her room to make sure the room was empty, and that she was safely bolted in, before my crew member and I, went to one of our assigned rooms...(we decided to share one, that night). I will always remember that the flight attendant that we escorted was given the last room on the first hallway of the L-shaped hall, and that we could all see the room where Nancy had been murdered, at the end of the second hallway, which formed the L. We asked her, if she wanted to go back down to the front desk to ask for another room, as we would escort her back down, and her reply was "no, there is no room that I would feel safer in than this one, with all of the investigators, just a few doors away." We checked her room and bid her goodnight. I watched the case turn cold, and be featured on shows such as "Unsolved Mysteries", over the years so when I heard that the case had finally been solved, I had to read the book. Now I know the names of the men and women we saw processing the scene that night. I also, know the name of the killer. Although I will always cringe when I find out that my assigned room for the night is next to a stairwell, at least now I can rest a little bit easier knowing that Nancy's killer has been found. The book jumps around a lot, and is sometimes hard to follow, but it's a night that I will NEVER forget, and reading it has brought me some peace.
I don't know what it was about this book but I had an awful time reading it and keeping up with everyone the author mentioned. To me it was just a mixed up mess of a book and unlike most TCs I read I just couldn't stay interested in it at all. Just an ok read for me.
This is an excellent book! It will capture and keep you from start until finish. Make sure you lock all your doors before starting this one. A true thriller.
very graphic reading about murder (nonfiction). It's about someone related to my family who was murdered in Wisconsin and how the culprit was caught ten years later.
I had heard of this case through the Already Gone podcast. However, I did not realize the guy was from Clio. In the book the author frequently refers to Gordon’s house being located in Vienna. It may be in Vienna township in the city of Clio, but there is no place called Vienna.
I thought the book was pretty good. I got a little lost at times when several people were introduced at one time. It was interesting to read about Bush from Flint. Unfortunately another corrupt politician in Flint. I think that Gordon is responsible for more than these murders though.
The ex-wife sounds nutty! I am also unsure how his wife didn’t know all that stuff was in her house. And how didn’t she know about the incident at the Pamida store in 95? There is also an episode in season 9 of Forensic Files about this case.
I actually like the book itself (the writing, the sceneing, the organization and choice of detail, word choice, the narrator as a character, tho not as a real person, and so on) -- but, 'true crime' books really aren't my thing, they feel voyeuristic and wrong somehow.
Then there's the overt political points Henderson comes right out with, which would certainly end in a row if books weren't one-way.
And then. .. Henderson unnerves me a bit. Even speculating as to what that vague feeling is would feel like downright defamation, so I won't, but there's something that really sets me on edge in the tone. In fiction, it'd be brilliant - but every time I'd remember that it isn't fiction, and, yeah, dunno what it is.
Really great job by Henderson telling the whole story here. He introduces us to many characters and info at a perfect pace so you never feel lost. I was all-in from early on and it was just what I enjoy in a story like this. So interesting how much hard work goes into solving these things. The hard work, the lucky breaks, the unlucky breaks, the ups and downs. All told alongside the story of the killer and his life as the years ticked by. Just a really good job by the author here. From start to finish he brings you thru the whole story right up to present day in his epilogue. Ultimately it’s a sad story, as most tales like this are of course, but it’s a testament to Mr. Henderson that you’re left feeling so much at story’s end. I’ll continue reading Henderson’s work for sure!
I really enjoyed reading this book and first heard of this case in an episode of the TV show Forensic Files. As a fan of true crime I found it well researched and very descriptive. It provided a lot of background on everyone involved in the case from the accused to the investigators. My only complaint is that the writer didn’t delve into enough background of one of the victims, Nancy Ludwig. I didn’t get a clear picture of her life and who she was before this terrible crime happened. I appreciate the update at the end and it wraps up the case nicely.
I'm surprised when I read the reviews for this book because I found it to be very poorly put together. It jumps around so much that it's hard to figure out what's going on. The author doesn't lead in with how a person he is talking about is involved and just starts talking about their history. There is entirely too much "filler" and not enough of the actual story to keep me interested. I only read about 28% of the book according to my Kindle and just had to stop.
The book provides a nice detailed account of the crime and the resolution, but it spends too much time on describing the background of characters with only supporting roles in the story. I don't need to know the entire life story of the detectives, lawyers, and judges who worked on the case. It's an extremely long work that could have been just as effective without all of the biographies included.
This book was so good, I couldn't put it down. I live around the Flint area and had met Margaret Eby when she was trying to get funding for the Basically Bach event with the Public Relations Association of Greater Flint. Eby was a dynamo, knew how to get things done and organized. The book was excellent and gave a good description of the main characters In the case. It is frightening to know that people like Jeffrey Gorton exist
This book was recommended to me by a retired police officer, who now works with me. He was there when they brought the murderer in and his step dad was one who got the dna to get an arrest warrant. This book interested me because at least one murder took place during my life time and references to small towns like West Branch and Clare, that I've been to, made it seem real. Jeff Gorton raped, tortured and nearly sawed two women's heads off and never confessed.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
This was a very difficult book to read. Not only were the murders horrific, but the book dragged. I felt that the author was repetitive. I read a few pages and put it down. At the end I never got answers, it almost just quit. I live in the city where one of the murders happened and live in the county that this serial killer lived and was greatly disappointed. It could have been 100 pages less.
This story is true and very frightening to those of us who have travelled frequently on business, or as a part of our job. After reading this, it's important to note that one is never truly safe.
Sometimes I’m just in the mood for a little true crime. The facts in this one were compelling, but the retelling was not very well done. Still, I finished the book and felt empathy for all those who suffered such terrible loss.
This was well researched. Too well researched. It gave more details than I would have ever cared to know and that weren't at all important to any part of the story. Lists of stuff. Long backstories of people involved that all seemed to blend together. Too many details. Not enough story.