Ninjas
Gerald and Vera Woodman
I had a business called Anything That’s Legal, mostly I searched for various things. I found items for gifts, parties, and promotions. I made arrangements for a few proposals of marriage. There was a lot of business with prop houses, and various interior decorators, both professional and do it yourself.
A man by the name of Gerald Woodman called who said that in Beverly Hills in the 60s he used to get keychains made of a plate of 2’x 3’ aluminum with an etched photograph. He said he looked everywhere but they were no longer being made. Could I find such a thing? He wouldn’t pay any more than $30 each. I found a place, at $3 each. The man was a bully, and irritating. I quoted him $27. Turns out he wanted 50 of them, so I got them even cheaper, but I still charged him $27. He was very happy with the price. It was a picture of his father who had just died, and he wanted all of the relatives to have this keychain keepsake. He was an unpleasant man, so I added a $50 fee on top.
He lived in a big house in Bel Air near the Skirball Center. The man was very happy with the photos, but he was a very rude and angry man, it was obvious that he was used to getting his way. He barked orders at his wife, Vera. I was not intimidated by him. I continued talking as if he was a normal person. He kept trying to bully me around, and he tried lowering the price. But none of that worked on me.
As I was leaving with the goods, he got up, shook my hand, barked at his wife to write the check, and gave me a card. This was the business card of his son Stewart. The family owned an electronics manufacturing business in the valley, and he wanted me to go talk to him.
So the next week, after making an appointment with the guy, made the trip to Montgomery Electronics in Reseda. Stuart was even creepier than the father. He wanted to know about my business, and he wanted to know what I was willing to do. I thought he was being very creepy and said goodbye. He said that his father was very impressed with me and my business and how I conducted business. I said thank you and said goodbye.
Some weeks later, it was in the news that Gerald and Vera Woodman had parked their car in the garage at their apartment in Westwood, remember that they lived in a big house only a couple of miles away in Bel Air, and they had been executed by two ninjas.
It turned out the ninjas were off duty policemen,
hired by Stewart, the son, to kill his parents.