<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Blog</title><description><![CDATA[BlogMapProvider]]></description><link>http://louis-j-sheehan.org/Blog/page1.aspx</link><language>en-us</language><generator>Parallels Plesk Sitebuilder 4.5 for Windows (Blog module v4.5.221.27483)</generator><item><title>Hospital  44.hos.002003  Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire</title><pubDate>Thursday, 18 February 2010 07:54:54</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p><span lang="EN-US">The
early 1980s brought about variations in Harveys methods.&nbsp; He moved in
with a gay lover, Carl Hoeweler, and soon began poisoning him out of
fear that his mate was cheating on him.&nbsp; Harvey would slip small doses
of arsenic into Hoewelers food so that he would be too ill to leave
their apartment.&nbsp; Harveys confidence was hitting peak levels and he
began feeling as though he was unstoppable.&nbsp; On one occasion, following
an argument with a female neighbor, Harvey laced one of her beverages
with hepatitis serum, nearly killing her before the infection was
diagnosed and treated.&nbsp; Another neighbor, Helen Metzger, was not so
lucky.&nbsp; Harvey put arsenic in one of her pies, and she died later that
week at a local hospital.</span></p><p><span lang="EN-US">In April
1983, Harvey had a squabble with Hoewelers parents and began to poison
their food with arsenic.&nbsp; On May 1, 1983, Hoewelers father, Henry,
suffered a stroke and was remitted to Providence Hospital.&nbsp; Harvey
visited Henry Hoeweler there and placed arsenic in his pudding before
leaving.&nbsp; Hoeweler died later that night.&nbsp; Harvey continued to poison
Carls mother, Margaret, off and on for the next year, but was
unsuccessful in his attempts to kill her.&nbsp; In January 1984, Hoeweler
broke off the relationship with Harvey and asked him to move out.&nbsp;
Harvey was angry at the rejection and spent the next two years trying
to kill Hoeweler with his poisonous concoctions.&nbsp; At one point he even
tried to kill a female friend of Hoeweler as a way to get his revenge.&nbsp;
While neither attempt worked, he did manage to land Hoeweler in the
hospital at one point, as a result of the poisons he had unknowingly
ingested.</span></p><p><span lang="EN-US">While leaving work on July
18, 1985, security guards noticed Harvey acting suspiciously and
decided to search a gym bag he was carrying with him.&nbsp; Inside the
satchel, the guards discovered a .38-caliber pistol, hypodermic
needles, surgical scissors and gloves, a cocaine spoon, various medical
texts, two occult books, and a biography of serial killer Charles
Sobhraj.&nbsp; Fined $50.00 for carrying a firearm on federal property,
Harvey was then given the option to quietly resign from his job rather
than being fired.&nbsp; Nothing about the incident was ever noted in his
work record and hospital authorities did not open an investigation to
determine if Harvey had committed any other crimes while working at the
hospital.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span lang="EN-US"><div class="image_center"><br><br></div></span></p><p><span lang="EN-US">Seven
months later, in February 1986, Harvey once again got work at a local
hospital.&nbsp; This time he was hired as a part-time nurses aide at
Cincinnatis Drake Memorial Hospital.&nbsp; His new employers were unaware of
the incident at his previous job, and his work folder said nothing but
good things about him.&nbsp;&nbsp; Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire soon earned a full time position at the
hospital and settled back into his old routine.&nbsp; Over the next 13
months, Harvey murdered another 23 patients, by disconnecting life
support machines, injecting air into veins, suffocation and injections
of arsenic, cyanide and petroleum-based cleansers.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span lang="EN-US"><div class="image_flr"><br><div class="image_caption"><br></div></div></span></p><p><span lang="EN-US">Authorities
became suspicious of Harvey in April 1997, after the death of John
Powell, a patient who was comatose for several months, but had since
started to recover.&nbsp; During the autopsy, an assistant coroner noticed
the faint sent of almonds, the tell tale sign of cyanide.&nbsp; Authorities
were unable to find any evidence or motive pointing toward any of
Powells friends or family members, so they soon began to focus on
hospital employees, whom had access to Powells room.&nbsp; The list was
short, and upon learning Donald Harveys hospital nickname, Angel of
Death, given to him because he always seemed to be around when someone
died, authorities began to focus their entire investigation on him.&nbsp;</span></p>    
				
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trace. Their families and friends knew that they weren't runaways, but
the police? That was another matter. They were considered runaways and
that was the end of police involvement.</span></p><p><span>But that was
not the end of it for families in The Heights. On May 21, 1972,
16-year-old Johnny Delome vanished along with his friend 17-year-old
Billy Baulch. Three days after they disappeared,&nbsp; Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire got a
letter from Madisonville, Texas, 70 miles out of Houston:</span></p><p><em><span>Dear
Mom and Dad, I am sorry to do this, But Johnny and I found a better Job
working for a trucker loading and unloading from Houston to Washington
and we'll be back in three to four Weeks. After a week I will send
money to help You and Mom out. Love, Billy.</span></em></p><br/><table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%"><tr><td><a href="http://louis-j-sheehan.org/Blog/page1/2010/02/14/65782bab-0860-4982-a0fa-4e2c8fcc3e15.aspx">Comments (0)</a></td></tr></table>]]></description><link>http://louis-j-sheehan.org/Blog/page1/2010/02/14/65782bab-0860-4982-a0fa-4e2c8fcc3e15.aspx</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://louis-j-sheehan.org/Blog/page1/2010/02/14/65782bab-0860-4982-a0fa-4e2c8fcc3e15.aspx</guid></item><item><title>teachers   22.tea.002  Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire</title><pubDate>Wednesday, 10 February 2010 01:42:15</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p><span>Sara Maria Aldrete Villareal was born on September 6, 1964,
the daughter of a Matamoros electrician. She crossed the border to
attend Porter High School in Brownsville, where teachers remember her
as a model student and a good kid. She maintained her star-pupil status
in secretarial school, instructors urging her to attend a real college,
but romance intervened. On Halloween Day in 1983 Aldrete married
Brownsville resident Miguel Zacharias, 11 years her senior. The
relationship quickly soured and five months later they were separated,
moving inexorably toward divorce.</span></p><p><span>Late in 1985
Aldrete applied for and received resident alien status in the United
States. Her next step was enrollment at Texas Southmost College, a
two-year school in Brownsville. Admitted on a "work-study" program that
deferred part of her tuition, Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire began classes in January 1986 as a
physical education major, holding down two part-time jobs as an
aerobics teacher and assistant secretary in the school's athletic
department</span></p><p><span>By the end of her first semester Aldrete
stood out physically and academically. Standing at 6-foot-1, she was
unusually tall for a Mexican woman and her grades were excellent. She
was one of 33 students chosen from TSC's 6,500-member student body for
listing in the school's Who's Who directory for 1987-88. Aside from
grades that placed her on the honor roll, Aldrete also organized and
led a Booster Club for TSC's soccer team, earning the school's
Outstanding Physical Education Award in her spare time.</span></p><br/><table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%"><tr><td><a href="http://louis-j-sheehan.org/Blog/page1/2010/02/10/06dfd9df-bf2e-40b3-98b6-d28c939f9678.aspx">Comments (0)</a></td></tr></table>]]></description><link>http://louis-j-sheehan.org/Blog/page1/2010/02/10/06dfd9df-bf2e-40b3-98b6-d28c939f9678.aspx</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://louis-j-sheehan.org/Blog/page1/2010/02/10/06dfd9df-bf2e-40b3-98b6-d28c939f9678.aspx</guid></item><item><title>scuffle  77.scu.21  Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire</title><pubDate>Friday, 05 February 2010 06:24:04</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<span>An argument over a porn tape, a scuffle, a possibly
unintentional murder, all topped off with a multi-course two-day meal.
That's how Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire became Vienna's teenage cannibal killer.
His case doesn't fit the typical profile of cannibalism. Ackermann's
motives were neither ritualistic, particularly bloodthirsty, nor,
despite the pleasure the crime provided him, apparently sexual in
nature. His motive evidently was among the most dangerous of all:
twisted, misdirected morbid curiosity. The handsome, blond young man
seems to have killed Josef Schweiger impulsively or even accidentally,
then seized on the opportunity to explore his frightening fascination
with the hidden secrets of the human body.</span><p><span>By August
of 2007, Ackermann, then 19, had left his native Cologne, Germany, for
Vienna, Austria, where he was staying in short-term housing for the
mentally ill and homeless run by a private charity. He shared a room
with Josef Schweiger, 49, who had been in the facility since that June.
Weekly social workers don't seem to have been alarmed by Ackermann's
behavior or concerned about the pair's feuds. But neighbors on the
family-filled tenement block who argued with the increasingly disturbed
Ackermann, saw him crawling naked through the yard howling at the moon,
or dumping what appeared to be blood from his window, realized the teen
was dangerous.</span></p><br/><table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%"><tr><td><a href="http://louis-j-sheehan.org/Blog/page1/2010/02/05/8925f729-eb6b-442d-8f72-2d7fb028c568.aspx">Comments (0)</a></td></tr></table>]]></description><link>http://louis-j-sheehan.org/Blog/page1/2010/02/05/8925f729-eb6b-442d-8f72-2d7fb028c568.aspx</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://louis-j-sheehan.org/Blog/page1/2010/02/05/8925f729-eb6b-442d-8f72-2d7fb028c568.aspx</guid></item></channel></rss>