Gwendel Greenblatt (6 of Diamonds, Florida)
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Who was Gwendel Greenblatt, and what happened to her?
Our card this week is Gwendolyn Greenblatt, the Six of Diamonds from Florida. If you've ever been alone and felt like you may be in trouble, maybe you called someone, made it known that you were on the phone, made it clear that someone else was listening. But chatting on her cell while walking up to her apartment in sunny South Florida during broad daylight, Gwen couldn't have sensed that her life was in danger. And even the friend on the other end of the line had no way of stopping the evil that was lurking just behind Gwen's front door. I'm Ashley Flowers, and this is The Deck.
It was close to 3.30 in the afternoon on Wednesday, February 5th, 2003, when a woman named Christina was talking on the phone with her friend, 35-year-old Gwendolyn Greenblatt. The two were catching up as Gwen was in the car making the about 20-minute drive home to West Palm Beach from her job as a massage therapist at the luxurious Breakers Resort in Palm Beach. Christina and Gwen had met through their jobs at the spa, but had become increasingly close as both women's marriages unraveled. Here's Christina.
She said, I'm going to be in the same boat as you. I'm going to be going through a divorce and we'll just, we'll make it together. We'll make it on our own together and we'll be here for each other.
Impending divorce was actually the topic of conversation that very day as Gwen arrived at the Royal St. George apartment complex and approached unit 8312 where she lived alone, talking to Christina along the way.
She knew that I had had a therapist appointment that day, so she was checking in on me, knowing that I was going through my possible divorce separation. And I was very emotional. And so being supportive, she was calling and checking in on me to see how my appointment was. And I was just going on and on, telling her about what I had discussed with the therapist and what the therapist was telling me.
And then their conversation came to a sudden and chilling halt.
So she let out a huge scream, and I heard her dog barking, so I knew she was home. She lived on the top floor and the third floor, had outside stairs, very, very, very steep stairs. So immediately when I heard her let out this scream and heard her dog barking, I thought, okay, she had gotten home, she grabbed the leash, was going to take the dog out for a walk, and fell down the stairs. That's what I thought. And I thought she heard herself, and so I'm waiting on the phone, and I keep saying, go ahead and pick up, go ahead and pick up, and nothing. I didn't hear the dog barking anymore. I didn't hear her making any noises. I heard nothing. But I knew the phone was still connected. I got on my cell phone and called her home phone, so now I had all our lines linked up.
And her old-style answering machine picked up, and I could hear myself through the phone talking and leaving the message. And I was saying, Gwen, pick up the phone now. You're scaring me. I'm super worried. Pick up the phone. If you don't pick up the phone, I'm going to call the police. Pick up the phone now. And nothing.
Christina wasn't making empty threats. Hearing nothing on the other end of the line, she immediately called 911 and gave them Gwen's address as she waited by the phone at home some 30 to 40 minutes away for an update. But the waiting was torture. Knowing first responders were on their way, Christina called their other friend, Sarah, who lived even closer and asked her to go to Gwen's and find out what was going on. Here's Sarah.
I just was closing up my house and I threw the kids in the car and drove down there. And by the time I got there, the police, everybody was there. And they're like, you can't come in. It's a crime scene. I'm like, that's one of my best friends. So they're questioning me. And I think I must have said, what did he do to her or something like that? And they're like, who are you talking about? I'm like, oh, my God, calm down. You know, I'm traumatized at this point already. And I said, her husband. And they all look at me. They're like, she's married. And I'm like, she's separated. And then I saw them bring her out and they were still they were working on her. And all I could see was the side of her head like almost gone. And so I'm like, cover her up.
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