At approximately 11:00p.m. on this night back in 1931 titian haired (that’s fancy talk for redheaded) Vivian Gordon sashayed out of her apartment draped in a fur coat and adorned with fine jewelry. Being the sort of gal who suckered many a man out of many a dollar in the past -“Had a lovely time Saturday night. In fact it was so special I wrote it all down and am thinking of sending it to your wife…”- she believed she was on her way to add one more notch to her cigarette case to the tune of a quarter mil in diamonds.
What she didn’t realize was that she was
the pigeon in this set up. The whole thing about the stones was just a
ruse to get her into the back seat of a Cadillac where she was strangled
to death with a clothesline.
Her killers croaked her as a
favor to someone they owed money to so hoping to come out ahead they
stripped Viv of her fur and jewelry and ditched her in a ravine where
she was found early the next morning by someone whose resume didn’t
include murder or extortion.
Did I mention you can read all about this in my book Bad Seeds in the Big Apple? No? Oh, you can read all about it in
Bad Seeds in the Big Apple