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Mug Shot Monday! FBI’s Second Longest Most Wanted Fugitive Found Buried in Wife’s Backyard, Died of Natural Causes in 1999

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Donald Eugene Webb Mugshot, died in 1999

Donald Eugene Webb, FBI Most Wanted List, 1981-2007, body recently discovered

 

On August 4, 1980, forty-nine-year-old Donald Eugene Webb, a career criminal and associate of the Patriarca Crime Family was in Saxonburg, Pennsylvania, preparing to rob a jewelry store when he was stopped by the local police chief during a routine traffic stop.

Summary of Webb’s crime from Wikipedia.org

Gregory B. Adams, a 31-year-old police chief and nine-year veteran of law enforcement, made a routine traffic stop in the parking lot of Agway Feed Store on Butler Street in Saxonburg, Pennsylvania at about 2:50 p.m. or 3:10 p.m. on December 4, 1980. Adams used his patrol car to stop the suspect by blocking the exit of the parking lot. When he asked the suspect for his driver’s license, the suspect gave fraudulent identity documents and shot Adams. He returned fire, but the shots were not fatal.

The man believed to be Donald Eugene Webb got out of the car and fought with him. Adams was disarmed and pistol-whipped with his own revolver, being struck several times causing deep wounds to his face and head.

Witnesses heard fired shots; four “pop” noises, presumably from a semiautomatic .25-caliber Colt pistol and a “boom” from Adams’ revolver. He was shot once in the arm and once in the chest at close range. By another account, Adams was shot twice in the chest, one bullet collapsing a lung and another ripping the bottom of his heart. Adams was not wearing his bulletproof vest at the time as he had lent it to another officer. The killer took Adams’ gun, ran to his patrol car, ripped out its microphone and took the keys before driving away in his own car.

A nearby resident found the mortally wounded Adams, who told her that he did not know his attacker and that he thought he was not going to live. Adams was so badly beaten he was almost unrecognizable. Adams lost consciousness on the way to the hospital and died of his injuries. Adams was survived by his wife Mary Ann Adams (later Mary Ann Jones), and their two sons, Benjamin and Gregory, Jr. Adams is buried in St. Mary’s Cemetery in Herman, Pennsylvania.

Webb’s blood type (O) and a New Jersey driver’s license bearing the name of an alias connected to Webb were found at the scene of the shooting. Two weeks later, the rented car he had driven was found at a Howard Johnson’s motel. On the seat and floorboard were bloodstains that matched Webb’s type. Webb was placed on the FBI’s Most wanted list in 1981, and he remained there for 25 years, 10 months and 27 days. He was removed from the list on March 31, 2007 to make room for more contemporary and dangerous fugitives.

On June 15, 2017, the FBI released never before seen photographs as well as a press release detailing Donald Webb’s crime, descriptive features, and list of known aliases. Read Press Release.

Never before seen photographs of Donald Eugene Webb, later found buried in his wife's backyard.

Never before seen photographs of Donald Eugene Webb, later found buried in his wife’s backyard. Click to open larger in new window.

This press release out-of-nowhere was the result of an April 2017 FBI search of the Dartmouth, Massachusetts home of Webb’s wife (ex-wife?) where they found a door inside a closet that led to a secret room. Inside the room, they found a cane. Since Webb was shot in the leg by Chief Adams, it was assumed it belonged to him. A check of local building permits proved that this addition to the house was done without a proper building permit.

Also in June, Chief Adam’s Widow, now Mary Ann Jones, filed a lawsuit against Donald Eugene Webb, his wife, Lillian, and her son, charging wrongful death and conspiracy in the 1980 murder of her first husband. Read article.

Earlier this month (July 2017), FBI agents returned to his Webb’s home in Dartmouth, Massachusetts. After promising his wife, Lillian, immunity from prosecution, she showed them the area in the backyard where he was buried. Tests confirmed it was Donald Eugene Webb, and that he had died in 1999.

Donald Eugene Webb was the second longest fugitive on the FBI’s Most Wanted List. Still evading capture, is Victor Gerena, who robbed an armored truck in 1982 and escaped to Cuba.

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First Person Friday: Confessions of a 1950s Porn Star

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Story by Tracy B (anonymous), aka “Racy Tracy”
Writing from some unknown women’s prison in New Jersey or New York
Article originally appeared in Expose Detective, January 1959

Editor’s Note: Although I don’t know all the laws and statutes of that era, the production, distribution, and presentation of pornographic material in the 1950s was not only illegal, it was shunned by “proper society.” Newspaper coverage of this underground industry was slim to nonexistent due to still-in-place Comstock Laws which governed (read censored) how sex related terms and words were used in newspapers. [For instance, instead of using the word “rape,” newspapers had to write code words for rape such “assaulted” or, maybe, “sexually assaulted.” The Comstock Laws dated back to 1873, FYI].

Tracy B. (I don’t know if this his her actual photograph or not.)

Despite the dangers of being arrested or exposed, the underground porn industry was a cash-cow, easy money for those who dared to work in it. It was crude and had a back-alley, clandestine vibe to it, but it was profitable and the demand was robust. In January 1959, one of the semi-popular “Murder Porn” (cough cough) magazines of the day, Expose Detective, published an anonymous, first person account of a young woman who ventured into the industry for economic reasons. Tracy B, or “Racy Tracy,” as she once referred to herself, was no $10 an hour prostitute. She was a beautiful girl from a poor family who attended a prestigious New York City drama school, worked hard, graduated with honors, and received a ‘break-out role’ in an unnamed Broadway Play that ran for forty-seven weeks. She naively believed more roles would be forthcoming, and she would continue to work as a paid actress.

That one role in a Broadway play would be her last until she starred in stag films.

Smart, good-looking, and a hard-worker, Tracy B took her new profession seriously and slowly, step-by-step, she rose to become one of the highest paid pornographic movie writers, producers, and stars of her day.

“At the time that my career was brought to a sudden and final halt in the midst of screaming sirens and shouting cops, I was pulling down anywhere from $1500 to $2500 for a few hours work. Few people know the inside of the “profession” as well as I do. It’s the movies, the stag shows, that bring home the bullion in the sex racket. I know for sure. I was one of the stars.”

Click on the link below to read her story. If you are hoping this is a graphic account with a 50 Shades of Grey type theme to it, you will be disappointed.
 

Read: Confessions of a 1950s Porn Queen

 

Note: I have searched every newspaper digital archive that I have in my arsenal, and that is a lot, and I could not uncover her true identity, the name of the Broadway play she starred in, the location where she was arrested, the court she was tried in, or what prison she was sent to. I have no idea what her true identity is. I don’t even know if the photographs of her (via the link above) are actually her. If there are any vintage porn connoisseurs out there that may know who she is, please contact me. I would like to add her true name to this story.

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Famous Crimes the World Forgot Vol II Reviewed by Defrosting Cold Cases

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Special thanks to cold case blogger Alice de Sturler for the nice write-up and review of Famous Crimes the World Forgot Volume II on her fantastic website, DefrostingColdCases.com

You can read her review here.

“My blog (DCC) is a resource blog about old unsolved homicides and wrongful convictions. Many cases have no web presence or a very limited one. With the Internet as a primary source for information gathering it is crucial that those developing new technologies can find these old cold cases.”

Lots of important and great stories can be found on her website, and the testimonials she has received are tributes to her devotion to seeking justice, victim advocacy, shining a light on injustice, and helping others in the field.

Thank You Alice.

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Vintage Detective Story: The Conviction of ‘Omaha Billy,’ 1903

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Story by Tom F. Callaghan, Chief of Detectives, Council Bluffs, Iowa, and
Dalton O’Sullivan, Detective and Author of Enemies of the Underworld, 1917

Bert Forney was proprietor of a saloon, 1028 West Broadway, Council Bluffs, Iowa. He was not a quarrelsome man, but was a man of more than ordinary nerve, and one who would fight to the death before letting anyone hold him up and rob him.

Chief of Detectives, Council Bluffs, Iowa, Tom Callaghan, 1903

Chief of Detectives, Council Bluffs, Iowa, Tom Callaghan, 1903

On the night of April 3, 1903, he was sitting at a table playing cards with a friend, James Chaney, when the back door of the place opened and a loud command, ‘HANDS UP!’ was given by a man wearing a mask and pointing a six-inch barrel revolver at Bert Forney. Forney sprang from his chair and ran behind the stove. The robber fired, shooting through the drum of the stove. Then Forney ran toward the door of a little side hallway hoping thus to secure a vantage point from which he might return the fire of the robber.

Reaching the little hallway, Forney turned with the intention of shooting at his assailant and had his right arm raised with his revolver pointing at the man, when the third bullet from the robber’s revolver struck him just under the right shoulder and plowed its way clear through his body and Forney dropped to the floor dead.

One bullet went through the drum of the stove, the second lodged in Forney’s hip while he was running and the third as described. When I arrived at the scene of the shooting, I saw that the only living witness to the murder was James Chaney. He gave me a description of the man that had done the shooting and stated if he ever should see the man again, he could identify him by his build and particularly by his piercing eyes.

The next day, at approximately 10 a.m., I received a phone call from someone that refused to give his or her name, but stated that the man that killed Bert Forney had a package of laundry at the Evans’ Laundry and that he was to call for it at 4 p.m. The caller also said he was registered at the Kiel Hotel but could not tell under what name. Two officers were sent there to watch for the man that was to call at 4 p.m., but 6 p.m. came and yet no call for the package. I went to the laundry at six o’clock. I was the only plainclothes officer working nights. I hid back of the entrance behind a rack where I could see him but he could not see me.

After waiting one hour, he called for the package, said he was Frank Parsons, and received it. Then, as he left the door going across the street, I followed on tiptoes, caught a firm grip on the lapel of his coat, pointed my revolver that I held above my hip at his stomach, and told him he was under arrest. Gritting his teeth, he reached for his gun, which he carried beneath the left band of his trousers, and as he grasped the handle again and again I threatened I would kill him if he did not throw up his hands. He did as commanded but for some time he tried to break loose. With a lot difficulty, I finally got him to the police station.

William C. Rogers, "Omaha Billy" - 1903

William C. Rogers, “Omaha Billy” – 1903

I recognized him as William. C. Rogers, a member of the notorious Burrier-Rogers-Dolan-Tucker-Stevenson gang that made their headquarters at Lake Manawa, Iowa, the year before. I had seen him in the Jarvis Saloon two nights before when I sent A. A. Kirk, a patrolman, in the saloon to look at him so if anything came off that night we would know he was here. This fact was very important as Rogers claimed he was not in town for almost a year until the day he was arrested.

The revolver Rogers carried was a six inch blue steel, .41 caliber Colt. Three new shells had been recently put in the gun; three other shells were evidently in the gun for some time; three shots had been fired in the Forney saloon. To see if the rest of the tip was correct, I went to the Kiel Hotel where I found his personal effects in a room where he was registered under the name of Frank Parsons.

Dr. V. L. Treynor, Coroner and Dr. M. A. Tinley, held a post mortem on the body of Forney. One bullet that hit the hipbone was almost split in two, but the bullet that struck under the arm and was found in the fleshy part of the victim’s other arm, was perfect, having missed hitting any bone whatsoever. Dr. M. A. Tinley fired two bullets out of Rogers gun—the ones that were found in the gun—into loose clay. Both bullets showed the rifling imprints, imperfect, yet both alike. The gun had rusted on the inside of the barrel causing the rifling to produce a different imprint on the bullets all the way around.

We took the perfect bullet that was taken from Forney’s body and one fired from Rogers’ gun into the soft clay and with the points in opposite directions we placed them together. We turned them to match the markings and each and every mark was twin for twin all the way around. One rifling imprint would be deep in the center, one real shallow and some of them barely seen. The formation was there to stay and was as solid as the steel trust itself. We also weighed the bullets; they were the same in weight. We compared them with bullets fired from another .41 Caliber Colt revolver but no rifling imprint matched those from Rogers’ gun. This bullet evidence, we found after the trial, was the most convincing of any or all other evidence.

Headline from the Omaha Daily Bee, February 16, 1904

Headline from the Omaha Daily Bee, February 16, 1904

The Grand Jury indicted W. C. Rogers for murder in the first degree. He was defended by able counsel, W. A. Mynster and John Lindt. W. H. Killpack was the county and prosecuting attorney, J. J. Hess, assistant. The case was continued from two terms of court on account of the defense but finally went to trial, February 9, 1904. We secured two witnesses who saw Rogers the day before the murder, and two who saw him on the day of the murder. The defense had sixteen witnesses; the State had thirty-two.

 To “prove” that Rogers was in Chicago the day of the murder, they brought a man who claimed to be the clerk in a certain hotel in Chicago that saw W. C. Rogers write his name on his hotel register the day of the murder and identified him as the man. Mr. D. Holst of the Kiel Hotel, Council Bluffs, testified he saw W. C. Rogers write his name on his hotel register the day before the murder and produced the book signed ‘Frank Parsons.’ We put experts on the stand that testified the name from Chicago and the Kiel signature were written by two different men. We also, with several witnesses, identified the man from Chicago as one of the gang that was here the previous year. James Chaney testified that Rogers was and in every way, a man resembling the murderer of Forney. The trial lasted eleven days. He was found guilty of murder in the second degree, receiving a sentence of twenty-five years at hard labor at Ft. Madison.

In 1906, his case was taken to the Supreme Court of Iowa and the lower court upheld. He has since tried several times to be paroled. He is wanted for other crimes at Minneapolis, Minnesota, and Clinton, Iowa.

From what I can learn of him, he was arrested in Denver as far back as 1890 at which time he had already secured a reputation and was known as “Omaha Billy.” He was next, as far as I can learn, incarcerated in the Ft. Madison Penitentiary under the name of “Billy Miller” along about 1891, for a short term. He is credited with serving terms in the penitentiaries in Minnesota and Wisconsin and finally drifted over to Ohio where he received a three-year sentence from which he was released in March 1902.

Owing to the fact that he had powerful friends in Omaha backing him—rich fences that had been receiving his plunder—furnishing money and counsel and the great effort that was put forth to clear him, I consider this one of the greatest cases ever tried in this locality and the fact of the convincing bullet evidence was original  here [the first time ever used in that courtroom] as far as I can ascertain. It was at least the most complete and convincing that I ever heard of.

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Criminal Slang Dictionary for 1890 to 1919
890 Words & Phrases used by Criminals

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890 Words & Phrases used by Criminals



In 1910, if someone said they were “blowing the peter,” — it’s not what you’re thinking. From approximately 1890 to 1919, that term meant they were going to the door off a safe to rob it, and the person doing it was called “a yeggman,” slang for safe robber.

If someone said they wanted to buy some “happy dust,” it meant that he or she wanted to purchase some cocaine.

An inmate, pig, trader, hustler, and moll were all slang terms for prostitute. If she was “on the turf,” it meant she was a streetwalker. If “she got jugged by a peeler, and thrown in the Irish club house,” it was slang for “she got arrested by an Irish cop and was taken to jail.”

“Jail arithmetic” was a slang term for ‘cooking the books’ by an accountant, bookkeeper, or bank employee who was embezzling, and was falsifying records in the company’s ledger . In other words, his bogus arithmetic would get him sent to jail.

They also had “rappers” back then, but it was slang for a civilian who informs to police, or files a complaint with law enforcement.

Just completed and now posted on HCD is the Criminal Slang Dictionary of 890 words and phrases used by underworld figures from 1890 to 1919 (approximately). Check it out for yourself and don’t get nipped tanking the white mule while driving your sneeze wagon.

Criminal Slang Dictionary of Words & Phrases
in use from 1890 to 1919

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