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Patrolman Anthony Charles Raymond | Hillside Police Department, Illinois Hillside Police Department, Illinois


Anthony Charles Raymond

Hillside Police Department, Illinois

End of Watch: Sunday, October 1, 1972

Bio & Incident Details

Age: 25

Tour: 3 years

Badge # 114

Cause: Stabbed

Weapon: Edged weapon; Knife

Offender: Died in prison

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Patrolman Anthony Raymond was murdered after being abducted during a traffic stop on the westbound entrance ramp to the Eisenhower Expressway at Mannheim Road at 10:15 pm.

Patrolman Raymond was unaware the three occupants in the suspicious vehicle he stopped had just committed an armed robbery of $5,000 from the Swedish Manor Restaurant minutes before. The suspects abducted the officer, taking him to one of their homes where he was strangled with a guitar string. He was then stabbed four times in the back which proved to be fatal.

The suspects placed his body in a 55-gallon drum which was transported to a farm owned by the sister of the same suspect near Rhinelander, Wisconsin. Patrolman Raymond's body was then buried in a shallow grave and not found until nearly 11 months later.

Two suspects were convicted of conspiracy, aggravated kidnapping and murder. The offender who committed the strangling and stabbing was sentenced to three concurrent terms of 100 to 200 years. The other offender was sentenced to four concurrent terms of 75 to 150 years in prison. The third suspect was killed during an attempted robbery in Indiana in 1973.

Patrolman Raymond had served with the Hillside Police Department for two years and had previously served with the Berkeley Police Department for one year. He is survived by his wife, 3- and 4-year-old sons, brother, sister, and parents.

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45 years ago tonight—both a Sunday night. I don’t think a day has gone by that I don’t think of this. I first met Tony when he was dating my cousin, Margaret. I know she wanted to be called Marge, but I had grown up calling her Margaret and always have. I don’t remember whose house we were in when I met Tony, but I remember them asking me to go for a ride with them. Tony was such a cutie—and a real sweetheart. I don’t even know where we went—probably to the store; but I do remember all three of us in the front seat of the car. I think Margaret or I even had our feet up on the dashboard. Teenagers!
I was engaged to a rookie Roselle police officer the night of the kidnapping. He was on the force about 90 days at that point. I rode with him to the station for his 11-7 shift. He used to let me keep his car during the week because he could hitch a ride to work. I got about a block away from the station when I realized his keys were in the ignition. I went back and caught up with him as he was going to his squad car. He told me, “they just kidnapped a cop in Hillside.” I asked if it was Tony, but he didn’t answer. He had met Tony nine months earlier at my aunt and uncle’s New Year’s Eve party. I don’t know if he didn’t make the connection or didn’t hear me. Maybe Tony’s name had not been broadcast yet—even to the police.
Based on the expressway exit ramps at that time and where those 3 schmucks took Tony, I think they almost certainly drove through Roselle. I’ve often wondered what would have happened if my fiancé had stopped their car that night. But there wasn’t even a good description of the car or full license number at that point.
A long 10 ½ months until Tony was found. At the wake, it took about 45 minutes for all the police officers present to pause and salute in front of the casket. The next day was the largest funeral I have ever attended. Directly behind the funeral home was a cemetery. Stepping outside, I saw every driveway throughout the cemetery completely lined with squad cars from every Illinois city, Illinois Bureau of Investigation, others states, the FBI, and I think even Interpol. All had their lights flashing. What a sight! The procession to the cemetery was so long, it had to follow a very indirect route. Along the way, the sidewalks were lined with people to honor Tony.
I’ve driven by the house where they killed him. It looks like an ordinary house in the suburbs. I think it’s the original house; it looks like it fits in perfectly with all the others on the street. The last time I went, I wondered if the family living there now has any idea of the tragedy that occurred in their basement.

Jeanne LaDouceur
Cousin by marriage
October 1, 2017


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