By J.D. Russell. An early and seldom-seen account of "the Sharon Tate, LaBianca murders." One write-up, which calls the book "not worth getting excited about," does also note that it (credibly, apparently) victim-blames Voytek Frykowski/a drug deal.
Not sure whom to blame for the condition of the front cover of this paperback copy; there's water staining (to complement the page toning to the flyleaves) and it looks like it got gnawed by a dog at the top right. There's some other shelfwear as well -- but it sits quite straight despite a cracked spine, and is difficult to find in any condition, so you may want to nab this one.