By Vincent Bugliosi, Curt Gentry
A nationwide bestseller—over 7 million copies bought. "[A] social rfile of infrequent importance."—The New Republic
Prosecuting lawyer within the Manson trial, Vincent Bugliosi held a distinct insider's place in a single of the main baffling and scary situations of the 20 th century: the cold-blooded Tate-LaBianca murders performed by way of Charles Manson and 4 of his fans. What influenced Manson in his possible senseless collection of sufferers, and what used to be his carry over the younger women who obeyed his orders? here's the gripping tale of this recognized and haunting crime.
either Helter Skelter and Vincent Bugliosi's next Till loss of life Us Do Part received Edgar Allan Poe Awards for top true-crime ebook of the yr. 50 pages of black-and-white photos
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