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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

51. RUSING THE DEVIL



Ira Einhorn trying to hypnotize Eringer



Undercover with the FBI

Autumn 1998



On June 13th, 1997, armed French police burst into an old mill house in Champagne-Mouton, a village in a cognac-producing region in southwestern France known as the Charente.   There, acting on a tip, they found Ira Einhorn, an American hippie guru, and wanted murderer. 

Einhorn had bludgeoned to death his 30 year-old girlfriend, Holly Maddux, when she dared call their relationship quits, and stowed her body in a trunk inside the closet of his Philadelphia apartment.  That's where her mummified corpse remained, until discovered by homicide detectives eighteen months later, on March 29th, 1978. 

When detectives turned around and told the naked Einhorn what they had just found in his closet, he replied, "You found what you found." 

Out on bail, Einhorn bolted a few weeks before his trial was due to begin in spring 1981, moving from Ireland to England to Sweden to France, living under assumed names, a fugitive from justice. 

In 1993, Philadelphia prosecutor Joel Rosen tried Einhorn in absentia.  Based upon forensic evidence, the jury took just two hours to convict him of first-degree murder.  Einhorn was sentenced to life imprisonment, if ever found. 

A Philadelphia police investigator named Richard DeBenedetto persevered and finally tracked Einhorn to France after his Swedish wife, Annika Flodin, applied to renew her driving license. 

The French took Einhorn into custody, put him in prison, and thus began a fight by the U.S. Justice Department to extradite the so-called Unicorn Killer back to the United States. 

The French balked, an objection based upon their opposition to the U.S. death penalty.  When the U.S. attorneys pointed out that the death penalty was not an issue in Einhorn's case, because his sentence was life imprisonment, the French objected to the concept of trials in absentia.  

To mollify French sensitivities, Pennsylvania's state assembly actually passed a special law that would allow for Einhorn to be tried again. 

Yet the French continued to waffle and, after six months, they released Einhorn from prison and set him free, pending extradition hearings, a long, drawn-out process with many levels of appeal.  

In early 1998, when John H was still on the job, I told him this:  I know the French; they're not going to give Einhorn to the U.S. any time soon, maybe never; and when it looks to Einhorn that they might relent, he'll flee again.  Let me take a stab at him.  I could insert myself into Einhorn's existence, maybe hasten his extradition through stealth. 

Ever the good soldier, John H phoned his colleagues in Philadelphia to say he might be able to help with their Einhorn problem. 

Their response:  Thanks, but no thanks, we’ve got it under control

FBI field offices are run like little fiefdoms.  They don't like being told what to do by Headquarters, and they especially don't like other field offices meddling in their affairs.  Plus a crossover from Division Five (foreign counterintelligence) to Division Six (criminal investigations) would lead to a new set of administrative hassles. 

Months passed.  I persisted. Finally, the folks in Philadelphia became so exasperated by the French, they offered John H and me a hearing.          

Mike and Ed, two tough special agents from the Bureau's Fugitive Squad in Philadelphia, drove three hours to Washington for a pow-wow in John H’s room at the Sheraton Wardman Tower. 

Ed stood over six-foot-six and with a solid build.  Though soft-spoken with gentle eyes, this was not a guy you'd want chasing you down. 

Mike, of shaven head, was smaller, but sinewy and no slouch himself.  He wisecracked his way through the scummier parts of Philly. 

They heard me out:  I'd insert myself into Einhorn's existence. 

Without going into details, John H confirmed that I could do this. 

I would strive to become Einhorn's confidant and friend.  If Einhorn fled France, as we all expected of him at the penultimate juncture, I'd be one of the few people he'd tell, and we'd know where to find him.  

Mike wanted to know, how would I pull this off?

"I've read Einhorn is writing a novel," I said.  "So he must be looking for a publisher."  I paused.  "Me."

"Einhorn is clever," said Mike.  "People he meets get taken in by him, like he's hypnotized them to believe his story.  And he'll probably see through this."

"Maybe," I said.  "I like a good challenge." 

Mike and Ed exchanged glances.  What did they have to lose?  And, anyway, Albuquerque would pay the tab, to start with, anyway. 

"What do you need?" asked Mike. 

"His e-mail address," I said.  I had read that Einhorn's favorite pastime was surfing the Internet. 

"That's it?" 

I shrugged.  "It."  

"Easy." 


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