Ira Einhorn was born in 1940, in New Jersey, to
an orthodox Jewish family.
Einhorn attended the University
of Pennsylvania, but dropped out, there
were some alleged drug and
sex accusations, but there were no charges.
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Einhorn (the "Unicorn") gives victory sign at first Earth Day
Extravaganza.
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Ira Einhorn tries to hypnotize Robert
Eringer.
Einhorn
aka Eugene Mallon lived like a sun king in the south of France,
sharing a tile-roofed farmhouse with his strawberry-blond Swedish
wife. He read books, put idle thoughts to paper and played in a
bridge club every Friday. She baked bread, tended garden and
strolled into the nearby village of Champagne-Mouton on market day,
tall and delicate, a sight so fair the mayor's tired old heart would
stir.
It was
paradise, until June 13, 1997. A small army of French national
police crept in before sunrise and surrounded the house. Three of
them, 9-mm Berettas drawn, went to the door and knocked firmly as
the others hid in the fields.
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Ira Einhorn, center, is escorted by French police in Champagne-Mouton,
central France, July 19, 2001. Einhorn, a former hippie guru
convicted in 2002 of killing his girlfriend in Pennsylvania a
quarter century earlier, lost his appeal to a state court Wednesday,
Nov. 15, 2006. A three-judge Superior Court panel rejected all 10
issues raised by Einhorn, 66, who is serving life in prison without
parole in a Pennsylvania prison for the murder of girlfriend Holly
Maddux.
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Einhorn
is finally extradited after 22 years.
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The
victim
.
On March 28, 1979, at 9 a.m., homicide detective Chitwood knocked on
Einhorn's door. Once inside, he headed straight for the locked
closet. He pried it open with a crowbar and immediately smelled a "faint
decaying smell, like a dead animal." Next he sprang the lock on the
steamer trunk.
The newspapers inside were dated August and September
1977. Under them was Styrofoam packing material. Chitwood scooped
through it until he came to something he couldn't identify at first,
and then it was clear. A hand. A human hand. He scooped some more,
and as he did, Holly Maddux slowly emerged.
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