Leno and Rosemary LaBianca - Discovery

Discovery

The following evening, Rosemary's son Frank returned from Lake Isabella and was dropped off at the house on Waverly Drive. He became concerned, however, when he noticed that all of the shades in the windows were drawn and neither his mother nor stepfather answered the front door. He called his older sister Suzan from a pay phone at a nearby hamburger stand, expressing concern. Suzan and her boyfriend picked up Frank at the hamburger stand and the three, upon arriving at the home, became further worried by the fact that Leno's boat was parked on the street instead of the driveway. They felt this to be out of Leno's character, and they gained entry to the house through a side door. Inside the kitchen, they saw the misspelled phrase "Healter Skelter" written in blood on the front of the refrigerator. Suzan remained in the kitchen, while her boyfriend and Frank went into the living room. In the living room they found Leno, bound, gagged and stabbed to death. They immediately fled the house and called the police from a neighbor's home. Police officers responding to the call entered the house and subsequently discovered Rosemary LaBianca, also stabbed to death, in the master bedroom.

Leno LaBianca was buried in Los Angeles, California on Saturday, August 16, 1969. Rosemary LaBianca was cremated the same day. The disposition of her ashes is unknown.

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