The Only Suspect

job where girl meets doctor, renowned playboy doctor. The doctor falls for the girl. Maybe the girl rejects the doctor. The doctor doesn't like that because the doctor is used to getting what he wants. The girl is later found dissected in a parking lot. Must have been the doctor. That's the only theory that I've ever read about the prime suspect in the Angel of Vine case. And unfortunately for Dr Adler Harrison, it was the only theory that

anyone read. Montgomery, Palmer and the detectives in the investigation had nothing. They were grasping at straws from the get go, and due to the geographic happenstance of Marlene and Adler's respective workplaces. Adler was the longest straw, and so the media paid more attention to the possibility of his guilt than his actual exoneration. This led to the end of a prominent medical career and any aspirations as a Hollywood socialite.

Harrison was doctor to the Stars. He ran with the original rat pack, which did not include Sammy and Dean. By the way, Sinatra recall Bogard, Hepburn, Spencer, Tracy. The list goes on. He was hob nobbing with royalty, but once Confidential magazine to follow up off piece labeling him the Surgeon Slasher, he became an instant pariah, ousted from high society as well as their annual physicals, and so Adler Harrison disappeared from the public eye along with his practice.

But if Adler Harrison really is innocent, then why is he standing in the office of the man who might know where Marlene Marie Evans was the night of her death from Vox Populai and the Los Angeles. Harold, this is the Angel of Vine. My old heart ain't gaining no ground because my angels appies here. Drop up the script. Oh no, no, need to get up. I could just hand it right to it. I'm sorry, he just ship. Should I call security? You're Adler, Harrison Adler. Should I

call security? No? Not if you want to keep your job you want. I don't think Leonard shouted be too happy to know that just any random stranger could get into his office. All right, just calm down, that won't be necessary, imagin Just close the door and go back to work. Yes, Adler, who are you? Doesn't concern you, says the man who's breaking and entering. What are you doing here? You don't get to ask the questions right now? You're not supposed to be in here? What were you

looking for in there? Where the hell do you get off telling me where I am and am not supposed to be? So you're saying, that's Leonard Show secretary. That's what you're telling me. Sure you want to stick to that story. That's not show secretary. That is Mr Shaw's secretary. Why wouldn't you think she was his girl? His girl? You Hollywood people have got a strange way of thinking. Because she calls you Adler genius twice, you should tell your lookout to be a little more formal. Mr Harrison

ah Shaw is not going to improve of this. Have you two shacking up? Shall send you to spy on me? No, you didn't send me, but she'll get caught eventually. Actually never met the man towards the plan you do ransack in the office running away together. What if you don't tell me why you're here? I may change my mind about that call to security. What the hell I'm invested getting a murder? Yeah? Funny, I should find you here, don't you thank you? Murder? Well? What the hell would

Leonard Shawn know about a murder? I don't know yet, but I wouldn't share that with you if I did. Fair enough, I went she I'm going to be back. I don't know. Well, seeing as I'm already here, maybe you can clear up a few things for me. I would rather we do this elsewhere. You're afraid of image and all of a sudden, we can talk to my office. Your office, Yes, my office. I'm the studios doctor, not a damn production liey. Congratulations, Yeah, sure, I can't wait

to see what you've done with the place. From here, they take a long, silent walk across the lot to Adler's office. All you can hear are their footsteps and a bicycle ball at one point, to which Adler responds, good morning. It felt very intense, and I'll admit that that maybe that's because of all the questions running rampant through my mind while listening to it for the first time.

But why wouldn't it be tense? This man was a potential killer who had either a sixth sense of humor or an involuntary sense of irony, because the only thing he asked Hank on the walk was this, have you seen that new picture? Twelve angry men? I have not. Mhm, you should? Everyone should. I want to take a moment here to acknowledge those of you who have followed the angel le Vine prior to this podcast and have been

waiting very patiently for this part of the story. Immediately following our first episode, I started getting tweets and emails like it was Dr Harrison, wasn't it? Oh, come on, you can tell me? Or is there anything new with Adler Harrison. The most popular sentiment by far was similar to this, please tell me there's a tape of Adler

Harrison's confession. Please. Almost every character of that tweet was any and I get it even I jumped the gun and brought up Adler's involvement more than a few times prior to this episode. Actually, I would cite his name while recording these little transitions, and my producer would tell me I couldn't because anyone unfamiliar with the case wouldn't understand what the hell I was talking about. Well, here we are. We're finally going to get everyone caught up.

It's the attraction to the unknown. Here, the what if. Let's say that everything that we can research in this case about dr Adler Harrison is analogous to your typical Sunday flea market. Right. You go back, maybe not every week, but often enough that you're sure you've seen everything it has to offer. Um rusted soft drink signs, stainless steel lighters, and loose pezz Dispenser's restored mid century living room set,

a radio flyer full of old toys. But you you can't help but look around, just in case there's something you may have missed, maybe some unknown treasure, something that looks like junk, but it it's actually worth a fortune. The seven all our oil painting that turned out to be an original renoir. But that's the thing. No matter how many times you go back, there's never a rent war. It's always the same information as before. But there is

an almost rabid fascination with Adler. Theorists and self proclaimed fanatics of this case have gone as far as to create anagrams from his name, as if that were going to uncover some long lost clue. And if you can tell me the significance of overran harmless adrenaline, I will personally let you host the final episode of this podcast. So why, hm, why are we so sure that he did it? It isn't because the press of the police told us that he was the most logical suspect. It's

because he was the most logical suspect exhibiting. Marlen Murray Evans worked part time as a receptionist for a pediatrist in the same medical building that housed Adler's practice. What got the attention of the police was Exhibit B numerous accounts of Marlene and Adler seen together around the common areas of the building Exhibit C. One very specific account was that of Anderson Lobli, one of the security guards

at Midway Hospital. He recalls Adler visibly upset while talking to Marlene He said he remembered thinking he would have to intervene when Adler grabbed her by the arm. But Exhibit D was what led to his arrest, the fact that he wasn't just any old doctor. One. He had access to both pentobarbital and cicco barbatal, the drugs found

in marlene system. Two. Adler's father, Dr Richard Harrison, was a neurosurgeon who studied under one of the pioneers of neurosurgery, Harvey Cushing, so we can assume that from an early age Adler was exposed to knowledge of the human spine. Three. Adler was set to follow in his father's footsteps after medical school, so he would have been well versed in anatomy, dissection, and the ability to deftly wield sharp surgical instruments. Four.

Neurosurgery was in its infant stage. Back surgery required large posterior incisions, or more graphically, cutting through the muscle and tissue of the back. It's a reach, but it was similar enough to the way Marley Marie Evans was mutilated that the detectives arrested Adler in his office three days after she was found. But with a lack of evidence and a decent alibi that placed him out of town at the time of the murder. They couldn't hold him.

Adler Harrison was released from police custody and became a dead end the moment he walked out of that precinct. So where were are you at night? You're not even slightly amazing. I wasn't trying to be Okay, who are you, thank brag. I'm a private investigator who hired you. Where were you the night of the murder? You're kidding? You said, wait until we were in your office. We're in your office. Now, where were you? I was cleared, not by me, you weren't.

Don't make me ask you again. I was in Phoenix. Yeah, yeah, I read the statement from the surgeon at Northern Mount Hospital. What the part I missed was what you were doing there? I can't answer that. Don't give me that doctor patient confidentiality speech you gave the detectives. I'm not a cup and I don't have to behave like one. How would you like drink talk? My patient was shooting a movie on location and felt ill. Then I have doctors in Phoenix.

You must know who some of my patients were, and it is essential to them, not only to them, to their employers at their reputations remain protective. I don't care about patients, studios, and reputations. The only thing I care about right now is that I'm not talking to the man who killed an innocent woman. Oh Christ, will you shut your trap already? Bonanza Airlines round trip. I wasn't anywhere near Los Angeles. You told me to shoot anything again,

and you're gonna taste that disk. You always keep your boarding passes? Uh No, But under the whirlwind of circumstances I returned to I thought it would be best to hold onto that one. Smart. It was an emergency appendect to me. Okay, while they were filming, my patient experienced an abdominal pain severe enough that he fell off his horse. Why wouldn't you just tell the cops that, Oh come on, and he was a leading man, a cowboy falling off

his horse. Can you imagine Hopper's headlines? No, I took my job very seriously, and I still do what happened that day you grabbed Marline. I never grabbed her. I don't know why Anderson. I don't know why he would say that, other than he's yearning for the spotlight. You know how it is when you rent a cops. But you did have an altercation. She was always flirtatious, a

lovely smile. I thought we were flirtatious. It was wrong, I guess she uh if you had heard about my reputation, went too many stories about nights out on the strip. And she wouldn't accompany me to dinner. She was afraid that people would immediately assume the wrong idea of her. I told her she was being ridiculous. She didn't deserve that, and she just left the way she was. You saw the crime scene photos, Yeah, the first thing they showed me when they brought me in to quote Detective Perkins,

Maybe this will shake you up. What can you tell me about Leonard Shaw? What do you I don't know. He's quite the entertainer I hear, mm hmm. It was not for a while now, Well then it must be pretty quiet and bell air these days from what I heard about those parties. What what was that? What that's smirk? Let's smirk? You smirk just now? What didn't smirked? What aren't you telling me you are out of here? Don't

you ship ad at me? What? Doctor patient confidentiality. He's sick, yeah, and he pays me a lot of money to make sure that stays out of the papers. Well, I need to see him. Well, I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors. I need to ask him some questions, Adler, And you want me to do? What? Interrupt his ranting to say, Oh, Leonard, this p I just broke into your office and he wants to give you the third degree in the privacy of your own home. I think

you should hear him out. I mean, m hm. He would certainly find the energy to crack a Brandy snifter across my skull. I don't really care how you get me in there. Give him this and tell him I won't take up much of his time. What could he possibly have to offer you? Sorry, investigator client confidentiality. Now, to all the devotees, theorists and fanatics, I don't know what to tell you, and I have a feeling many of you maybe in doubt after all, and I'm playing

devil's advocate here. We can't see what Adler placed on the desk. We don't know if the boarding pass was real, right it was his alibi checked out? And you don't have to take my word for it. Take Hanks. Oh no, there's no way you're getting me up in one of those things. He sunny legs, looking better. Yeah, the old lady says, you can hardly notice a limp anymore. How's she doing? Same? Old ready to pop? I tell you, hoping for a little boy, just out for healthy with

ten fingers and ten toes. You know it. Hank's staying out of trouble. You know who I am. The more bars, the more more cop bars. Anyway, Well that makes two of us. How's that doing it? I haven't heard from him. Yanked him right off the street after all of that, stuck him trapped in a box. Those guys were killed. It wasn't gonna let that happen. You're a good kid, always been a good kid. You just gotta stop stepping in piles of trouble. No more of that for me, Hank.

I promised you guys, straight and narrow, good boy. I mean, other than this, this doesn't count. Do you get the list? Yep? That's the one. YEA got it? What can I see? It's Sonny? Oh oh yeah, yeah, and uh he got what you're looking for, the son of a bitch was in Phoenix. Yeah, yeah, it does here you go for your troubles. Oh yeah, if I spotty? Are you sure you're better? Positive? Before I changed my mind? Put that list back where you found it. You gotta heck, let's

see how to add for me, will you? And thanks? Come on, Hank, thank you. Headler didn't do it, then, who the hell did? That's the sixty four question, sounder, bitch, Let's see how much of this we got left? No Shaw, no more Adler, no their leads. The five tapes that follow are of Hank from his office. He's talking to himself, pacing, cursing, racking his brain to the point of mental exhaustion. On one tape, he falls asleep, and it's nothing but snoring for four hours. He tries to make sense out of

literally nothing, everything short of anagrams of Adler's name. He goes over every detail we've covered so far, and then he goes over all of it again. He reads the autopsy, Perkins crime scene report, picks apart every sentence of Adler's file, and the only conclusion that he comes to is that someone, at one point everyone is lying to him. He starts to sound a little desperate and juvenile, sometimes drunk and

incredibly onely. I felt sorry for him, but that faded quickly when I remember that Hank had a family through all of this, his wife Lois, seven year old Phillis, and her younger sister Arlene. In my own mental exhaustion, my marathon of listening to tape after tape, I still had no idea how long it had been since he'd been home, and I remembered my exchange with Phyllis. My mother used to say, all he cared about was that dead girl met and Angel. It makes more sense now.

Gi was a tough cookie, all right, Maybe the mccombo or the truck. Are you kidding me? It's gonna have any idea? What the hell you're talking about it? You're an idiot, damn it. Two little girls you've fostered. Calm down, What the hell did you? You don't forget about me? I don't care about me. You can tell me to go to hell for all though. All I care about but what they missed? You working, always working for? What? Take her home? What you like? Other propos lives better

than yours? This of this, piles and piles of ship and who's watching the kids look at this thing. Damn it. This wasn't cheap, the kids of the dotty It's not been the damn thing. Well, why do you even need to turn it on? You had no business bringing it down here. And I'm on a case. Hen turn that thing off. I think better with it on. There's too many thoughts to connect that I don't know when something's gonna click. You're worry me, man, This this is the work.

Ain't not gonna worry about what says? You've been hold maybe five times in the past month. It's able. Have you been sleeping here when I got to explain myself to you now too? And I had a lead. Go home, Hank, see your daughters, and this is the work. Yeah. I can only assume that Hank made an occasional appearance at home because there were no further visits from Lois or ed. That said, the next eleven tapes of Hank are more of the same of what I described earlier. He sounds

almost manic at times as he airs his frustrations. Eleven tapes weeks of self imposed mental torture over a lack of clairvoyance. What am I missing? What am I not seeing? What he couldn't have seen were the two looming phone calls that would change everything. Hey Briggs Hello. The Angel Levine is a podcast produced by Vox Populi on behalf of the Los Angeles Harold. Thank you for listening to

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