Monday, October 1, 2012

Murder in Brazil #4

This was the wealthy São Paulo industrialist, Marcos Matsunaga, a man with a passion for firearms.

These are the weapons removed from his apartment after his death.
All except for one, the semi-automatic pistol his wife used to shoot him with.

On the left is the lady in the case, a photograph of the happy couple taken on the day of their wedding.
Her name is Elize.

And this is a shot of the same lady taken shortly before she and her future husband met.
Back then, she called herself Kelly and was working as a prostitute.

Matsunaga was a working girl’s dream, the one classy hookers always hope to meet, but seldom do, a really rich dude who swept her off her feet, fell in love and “took her away from all that”.
They settled down into a few months of blissful existence.
They had a baby together.
And he taught her how to shoot. (In retrospect, perhaps not such a good idea.)

But then she sensed his ardor cooling.
She hired a private detective to track his movements.
The private detective came up with a video showing Marcos leaving a fancy restaurant in downtown São Paulo while Elize and ther child, were off visiting her mother in Paraná.
And, in the video, Marcos was accompanied by another call girl.

Elize, when she got the private detective's report, and saw what he'd recorded, went ballistic.
They argued.
Marcos slapped her.
She ran into their bedroom, came back with one of his pistols and shot him with it.

Confronted the with problem of disposing of his corpse, she elected to cut him into pieces, put the pieces into trash bags, stuff the bags into suitcases and dump them in a vacant lot outside of town.

But it was the next revelation that definitively transformed her crime into the stuff of graphic novels and horror films.

This chap is Doctor Jorge Pereira de Oliveira, the medical examiner who autopsied what was left of Marcos.

He discovered that the sweet young thing, pictured above, actually decapitated her husband while he was still alive.

And, he says, she would definitely have known she was doing it, because of the amount and nature of the bleeding it would have entailed.

Hell hath no fury, etc.

Leighton – Monday


  1. Oh, my goodness! If you were to write a novel about this, people would say it was too far-fetched, too over-the-top. Shows you that no matter how imaginative writers get, everyday human imagination (or should that be criminal imagination) goes beyond that.

  2. Once again Mark Twain's axiom applies: Truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction is held to a standard of plausibility, while truth follows no such rule! I pity the poor child of these gruesome parents.

  3. Your story enforces what I've often said was the kindest thing my ex-wife ever did for me: She refused my ofter to teach her how to shoot a handgun.

  4. I shudder to think of it! I've said this before, and I'll say it again: "People are no damned good!"