Saturday, August 9, 1969
It was so quite, as one of the killers would later say, you could almost hear the sound of ice rattling in cocktail shakers in the homes way down the canyon.
The cayons above Hollywood and Beverly Hills play tricks with sounds. A noise clearly audible a mile away may be indistinguishable as a few hundred feet.
It was hot that night, but not as hot as the night before, when temperatures hadn’t dropped below 92 degrees. The 3 day heat wave had began to break a couple of hours before, about 10pm on Friday, to the psychological as well as physical relief of those Angelenos who recalled that on such a night, just four years ago, East Los Angeles had exploded into violence. Though the coastal fog was now rolling in from the Pacific Ocean, Los Angeles itself remained hot and muggy, sweltering in its own emissions, but here, high above most of the city, and usually, even above the smog, it was 10 degrees cooler. However, it remained warm enough so that many residents of the area slept with their windows open, in hopes of catching a vagrant breeze.
All things considered, its surprising that more people didn’t hear something.
But then it was already late, just after midnight, and10050 Cielo Drive was secluded.
Being secluded, it was also vulnerable. The horror
was about to begin….
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