Scott Thorson Enters The Fray
Yes, we knew the day would come when Scott Thorson would enter the Wonderland story. And not a day too soon!
When the article below was published in 1982, Scott was suing Liberace, after a whirlwind relationship which started years earlier when Scott was 17 and Liberace was 57 years old. That leads us to believe that Scott was partying hard over a year earlier, during his long, tough break-up with Liberace. Scott was out of control and Liberace literally threw him out on the street. Scott could easily have been at Eddie Nash’s house the night of the murders when Holmes was being slapped around and threatened. I believe that much is true.
Fabulous coat.
Another thing that was going on in October, 1982 was that a prima-donna named John Holmes was in the middle of his not-so publicized hunger strike. He lost 11 lbs. and survived on cookies and candy, not too mention chain smoking and yoga. By this time, Johnny Wadd had had just about about enough of jail on the contempt charge. Another inmate even tried to poke out his eye with pencil while John worked as a magazine or library trustee. As luck would have it, John Holmes would finally agree to talk in a few more weeks. You see, he was feeling safer after Eddie and Greg were eventually in jail for drug possession sentences which were finally levied in 1982.
A brocade dinner jacket.
Scott Thorson would eventually make a deal in 1988 to testify against Eddie Nash. This was mostly to avoid some of his own drug charges. Where was he in 1981? He was partying his ass off on Liberace’s dime. Rumor has it that he even allowed for Eddie to lay low at one of Liberace’s homes in L.A. right after the killings. The Wonderland Murders must not have kept him awake at night. It’s hard to have a conscience in the freebase game. Hell, that’s a shame but I keep forgetting that freebase people are full of shit, as Det. Nico said.
I will report more soon, but first let’s review this awesome article, brocade dinner jacket and all! This is almost styled like a Nat’l Enquirer gossip piece. Awesome. Btw, I think Scott and Liberace settled out of court for a few cars and fraction of the desired $$ amount.
The Glasgow Herald. Oct 15, 1982.
scabiesoftherat 10:52 pm on March 31, 2013 Permalink |
Wait a minute. Hold the phone here….Are you tellin’ me Liberace was gay?
(never saw that one coming…)
localarts 10:17 am on April 1, 2013 Permalink |
Of all the people associatd with Wonderland, either directly or indirectly, Thorson, Susan Launius, and Eddie Nash are the only ones left also the other killers may still be kicking. Still believe there were more than Holmes and three others that night.
John W 12:17 pm on April 1, 2013 Permalink
Yes, I think one of the cops died last year, either Lange, Souza or Tomlinson… Anyone know?
scabiesoftherat 10:54 pm on April 1, 2013 Permalink |
I just did a Google search on those guys. Lange is still alive, but his partner in the OJ Simpson trial recently died. Phil Vannater died. Souza is now a screewriter and producer of Hollywood movies. He did a film called Hollywood Homicide that starred Harrison Ford and Josh Hartnett. I can find nothing on Tomlinson
John 7:02 am on April 2, 2013 Permalink |
Yes, that’s him. Thanks.
Tomlinson was vice squard, so in my opinion, vice cops are all a bit shady. That’s where Internal Affairs is always looking….for trouble!!
John 7:03 am on April 2, 2013 Permalink
And Beder Clifton died last fall. He was the Sacramento cop that knew and investigated Ronnie. I wonder what the coroner, Thomas Noguchi is doing, or if he is alive?
scabiesoftherat 12:15 am on April 3, 2013 Permalink |
Noguchi is still alive. He’s 86. He wrote his spell-binding, page-turner, tour-de-force, “CORONER!!” I think in ’83. I don’t imagine he’s doin’ a lotta slicin’ and dicin’ as of late,…but he’s still with us. Probably drinkin’ brandy in the dark and smokin’ cigarettes in his underwear….somewhere…..in this crazy, mixed up world. He had an assistant. The dude’s name was “Finken”. The dude would go ahead of Tom and take liver temperatures of the dead famous people. With a name like Finken and doing what he does, it’s almost like something out of Young Frankenstein, ain’t it?