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Kept Los Angeles’ Serial Killers Alive

Without Remorse by Vonda Pelto book cover. Vonda Pelto, Ph.D., from 1979 to 1982, had an job that few can conceive of doing and it changed her ways difficult for others to understand. After Freeway Killer Vernon Butts, awaiting trail as a serial killer at Los Angeles Men’s Central Jail, hung himself the Los Angeles Health and Sheriff’s Dept, under fire for letting it happen, brought in budding Clinical Psychologist Vonda Pelto to keep the rest of the serial killers, sexual predators and high profile criminals in their custody engaged and alive in order to face justice.

The assignment changed her life and resulted in her first book,  Without Remorse: The Woman Who Kept  Los Angeles’ Serial Killers Alive.

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Excerpt from Without Remorse: The Story of the Woman Who Kept Los Angeles’ Serial Killers Alive by Vonda Pelto, Ph.D. 

The Nightmares Begin: 

Kenneth Bianchi Mugshot 3x3 72My sleep was fitful. My dreams weren’t sweet. They involved killers chasing me, cornering me, trying to strangle me. Repeatedly, I tried to scream for help but nothing would come out. A metal gate slammed shut and I was trapped in the sally port with the Hillside Strangler. His hands were around my throat, choking the life out of me, making me grasp for air. Staff members pointed their fingers and laughed at me.  No one came to my rescue.

Gratefully, I woke up from the nightmare, at first disoriented, unaware of being in my own bed. I reached up and discovered Pywacket, my Siamese cat, curled around my throat. She was lying halfway across my mouth.

Vonda Pelto 002 8x7 72I opened my eyes and looked around the darkened bedroom, realizing I was safe. The clock chimed three. I curled up in a fetal position and pulled the covers up well over my head and struggled to go back to sleep, hoping not to have any more bad dreams.

It seemed like I had just fallen back asleep when “Jeremiah Was A Bull Frog” blared out from the clock radio. Six a.m.—time to get up. I walked to the shower in slow motion and stayed under the hot water until I looked like a prune.

Wanting to move silently down the long concrete corridors, unnoticed by the inmates, I decided to wear clothes that would match rubber-soled shoes. Standing in front of the mirror, I laughed at myself. Here I am, Dr. Pelto, building my wardrobe around quiet shoes, so I can vanish into the mustard-colored walls.

Los Angeles Men's Central Jail Hallway 8x5I ambled into the kitchen to the smell of fresh-brewing coffee, and Deanne standing at the stove scrambling eggs. Bless her heart!

“Mom, how’s it going at the jail?” She asked, stirring the eggs.

“Not sure I can handle it.” I poured each of us a cup, ambled to the breakfast table, and using a hand mirror, started putting on my makeup. This was a chance for us girls to catch up with each other’s news. From the time my daughters started wearing make-up, we had performed this family ritual each morning.

Vonda Pelto ID Card 9x6 72William Bonin Mug ShotAs Tera entered the kitchen, I thought about how much I loved this time with them.

“Dr. Kline, my boss, introduced me to Lieutenant Chandler,” I said to Deanne as she set the plates down on the table. “He’s the head sheriff who runs the jail and has his offices on the first floor, close to the gate where I walk in each day.

You wouldn’t believe his office décor: brown and yellow plaid wallpaper. Strictly the fifties look. Bizarre! The deputies hang around in there and use a couple of old banged up wooden desks to do their paperwork.

“Do you have your own office?” Deanne asked.

Vonda's Central Jail Office 10x7 72“Not yet. Sure hope I get one today, though. It’s uncomfortable sitting in the clinical office and being ignored by the staff. Ron has asked me to organize them to clean up this big filing mess, and they aren’t happy about it.”

“Are you scared of the inmates?” Deanne then asked.

“Sure, a little. But there are always a lot of deputies around and they aren’t going to let anything happen to me.” I hoped.

“How are you going to stand working with those slime balls?” Tera wanted to know.

“I don’t know yet. For now, I just can’t let myself think about what they have done.”

3-15-2016 5-14-54 PMI finished my make-up, picked at my breakfast with little appetite, shoved the dishes into the dishwasher, and turned off the coffeepot. After kissing the girls goodbye, I drove back to the Men’s Central Jail, hoping Ron would make plans for my supervision.

It was drizzling rain and at times the traffic came to a complete stop. The slow pace was okay; in fact, I appreciated the forty-five minutes it took me to get downtown. I would be meeting with Jim Munro, one of the Freeway Killers this morning. This didn’t seem real. But then, working in the Men’s Jail didn’t seem real, either.