The Run of His Life: The People v. O. J. Simpson - страница 11

, a police drama that became a television movie on the USA Network. In the first scene of the screenplay, Fenjves wrote, “We hear the plaintive wail of a police siren.” In the best Hollywood tradition, Fenjves plagiarized, if only from himself, a line that had brought him a brief moment of renown.

Pablo Fenjves was not Nicole’s only neighbor who heard her grief-stricken Akita in the moments after 10:15. The “dog witnesses,” as they came to be known, reflected the peculiar nature of the neighborhood. Almost none of the residents, for example, had what most Americans would describe as a job-that is, a place of employment where one had to appear five days a week, eight hours a day. Rather, Nicole’s neighbors made their living as freelancers, mostly in the entertainment business-screenwriters, designers, and the like-and all were prowling for the big score that would catapult them north of Sunset. Many owned dogs, and in the atomized, car-oriented culture of Los Angeles, they tended to know only those neighbors who likewise walked their dogs. Finally, virtually every person in and around 875 South Bundy on the night of June 12 answered one question the same way: What were they doing at shortly after 10:00 P.M.? Watching television.

Steven Schwab watched reruns of The Dick Van Dyke Show seven nights a week. Like Fenjves, Schwab was a screenwriter. He had enjoyed less success in the business than Fenjves, however, and so lived more modestly, in an apartment on Montana Avenue, about three blocks from Nicole. The burly and bearded Schwab spoke in an almost eerie monotone, which seemed to match the extreme regularity of his habits. As he later testified, “During the week I would walk my dog between 11:00 and 11:30 so that when I got home I was able to watch The Dick Van Dyke Show on TV. On the weekends I walked the dog between 10:30 and 11:00 because The Dick Van Dyke Show ends at 10:30 on the weekend.” As June 12, 1994, was a Sunday, he set out with his dog, Sherry, shortly after his favorite program ended, at 10:30 P.M.

Schwab walked his regular route around the neighborhood, a circuit he followed as religiously as he did his television schedule. The route, he said, “is one that I designed to take about a half hour to get me home so I can watch whatever shows I want.” At about 10:55 P.M., when he passed the alley behind Nicole’s home, Schwab saw something unusual: a beautiful white Akita that was barking at a house. It paused to look at Schwab and then barked at the house again. Curious about the behavior and a little worried about this seemingly abandoned animal, Schwab approached the dog, let it sniff him, and examined its collar. He noticed that the collar was expensive-“It wasn’t something that I could afford to get for my own dog”-but it did not give a name or address. As he studied the dog more carefully, Schwab noticed something else. There was blood on all four of the animal’s paws.

Schwab couldn’t figure out where the dog belonged, so he just headed home. The Akita followed him. (In August 1994, the Akita would be “interviewed” by Sergeant Donn Yarnall, the chief trainer of the Los Angeles Police Department’s “K-9 Patrol.” Yarnall’s report described the dog as having a “very nice disposition” but “inadequate instincts or courage to protect his territory, owner or himself.”) With the dog right behind him, Schwab made it home shortly after 11:00, just after The Mary Tyler Moore Show had begun. Eight months later, Schwab remembered that “it was an episode that I had seen previously, involving Mary dating someone from a rival station.” Schwab told his wife, Linda, that a large dog had followed him home. “You’re kidding,” she said, but then he pointed to the Akita, which was waiting patiently on the landing outside their second-floor apartment. While Steven and Linda pondered what to do, they gave the dog some water. As they were talking, at about 11:40 P.M. the Schwabs’ neighbor Sukru Boztepe walked into the apartment complex. A freelance laser printer repairman who still speaks with the accent of his native Turkey, Boztepe and his Danish-born wife, Bettina Rasmussen, had hosted a garage sale with the Schwabs earlier that day.