The Murder of Louis Davidson, M.D.
(“House Call,” Forensic Files)
True crime stories involving good-looking people sell well and, when it comes to women, some fanciful spin often enters into the assessments.
Specifically, it seems as though anyone who competed in the Miss Southern Delaware Bartlett Pear Pageant in 1991 is forever categorized as a “beauty queen” by Forensic Files, Dateline, and the rest.
The beauty queen factor bestows an undeniable fairy tale element upon a story. The Forensic Files episode “House Calls” is especially hard to resist because it centers on a genuine heavy hitter — a former Miss Jamaica pageant finalist.
Pretty face, awful crime. Denise Davidson probably thought police would never implicate someone like her after her estranged husband turned up dead.
But her poise and fluffy hair didn’t help when it really counted, and she ended up in prison. So for this week, I poked around to find out whether she’s still incarcerated — and if so, whether she’s enjoying madcap Orange Is the New Black-like adventures or whether it’s just plain dismal living behind razor wire.
But first, here’s a recap of “House Call” with additional information from internet research:
Louis Davidson, M.D., fell in love with swimsuit model Denise Davis and they moved into a spacious house in St. Petersburg, Florida. Both of them originally came from Jamaica.
Messy divorce. The doctor was described as kind and generous and “so smart he was almost scary” by Kathy Molino, R.N., a former colleague who appeared on Forensic Files.
But it turned out that the Bayfront Medical Center’s head of emergency pediatric medicine hadn’t made a wise choice for a wife.
The marriage soured, and Denise filed for divorce in 1989. She alleged there was violence in the relationship, according to a Jamaican Gleaner story.
The couple reconciled, but at some point Denise acquired a boyfriend, Miami night club owner Leo Cisneros. He had suspected ties to Jamaican drug trafficking and may have had related charges pending in the U.S., according to Forensic Files.
By 1994, Denise and Louis Davidson were headed for divorce court again and a custody fight over their 8-year-old daughter.
The doctor had found a girlfriend, Patricia Deninno, and the two were engaged. Denise and Cisneros were expecting a baby together and also planned to get married.
Outsourced killers. But Denise and her new man wanted to avoid a custody fight and collect a $500,000 life insurance payout by taking the doctor out of the picture permanently.
They arranged for two hitmen from Jamaica, Robert Gordon, 32, and Meryl Stanley “Tony” McDonald, 47, to kill the pediatrician.
Pretending to be prospective tenants, the contract killers visited the rental office of Thunderbay Apartments in St. Petersburg, where the doctor lived, and obtained layouts of the entire complex and a two-bedroom unit.
On January 25, 1994, the doctor, 38, answered his door to find at least one of the killers on the other side. Some sources report that one of the men had somehow chatted up the doctor in the parking lot, and they walked into the apartment together. Whatever the case, once inside his home, they roughed up Louis Davidson and drowned him in his bathtub, then left town pronto.
‘The Wire.’ For some reason — perhaps that they found the doctor gagged and with his knees tied with a vacuum cleaner cord — the police didn’t think he just slipped on the tile floor.
The victim’s watch, a camera, and a money clip were missing, according to court papers. But thousands of dollars in cash and other valuables were left undisturbed, leading police to believe that the murder was the real motivation.
By this time, Cisneros had returned to Jamaica. Denise Davidson stayed in Florida, and authorities put her under surveillance.
She made the investigation easy.
Detectives discreetly followed her into a Western Union office, where they witnessed her wiring $1,200 to Robert Gordon and noticed that she signed the paperwork with an alias, Pauline White.
They eventually gathered enough evidence to prove that she had given Gordon and McDonald a total of about $15,000 via a series of transfers.
Phone records revealed that she made numerous calls to Gordon the day of the murder.
Idle threat. Detectives found the Days Inn room where Gordon had stayed and discovered a pair of Voit sneakers and a man’s sweatshirt that had Louis’s blood on them. And the sneaker tread matched a footprint at the crime scene.
Once Denise realized the police considered her a serious suspect, she disguised her voice and left a threatening message (“You’ll be sorry, Denise…”) on her own answering machine in hopes of throwing off investigators.
No luck with that ploy, because detectives traced the call to the clothing store where Denise worked. They had witnessed her entering the business just before the time of the phone call and exiting soon after.
The ultimate penalty. Police arrested Denise, then 34, at the Tampa airport as she was waiting to board a flight to Kingston, Jamaica. She was held without bail.
Florida investigators tracked down the assassins and prosecuted them as well as Denise in 1995.
She got a life sentence for solicitation for murder.
Circuit Court Judge Susan F. Schaeffer, known as “Ms. Death” for her harsh sentencing, upheld the jury’s recommendation that Robert Gordon and Meryl McDonald receive death sentences for first degree murder.
Susan Carole Shore, an accomplice who served as a driver for the hired killers, testified for the prosecution and received probation.
Slippery boyfriend. Journalist Craig Pittman, who appeared on Forensic Files, remarked that Leo Cisneros was too cowardly to kill the doctor himself. That seemed a little strange. Reluctance to slaughter an innocent man with one’s own hands sounds more like evidence of a bit of humanity than wimpiness.
Whatever the case, no one ever got to hear Cisneros’ side of the story.
He was still missing when Forensic Files first aired “House Call” in 2002. In 2008, America’s Most Wanted sought help in finding him, without success.
Cisneros is still at large.
Filing away. It should be mentioned that “Leo Cisneros” is a relatively common name, and the internet has stories about at least two felons by that name, but neither of them is Denise Davidson’s former boyfriend, whose full name is Leonardo Anselmo Cisneros.
The two hitman clearly had no idea where Cisneros was hiding out. Otherwise, they would have used the information to get themselves better deals.
They both made efforts to get new trials, however.
Gordon filed an unsuccessful 1997 appeal claiming that having an all-white jury didn’t count as a jury of his peers. In the same document, Gordon said that the court had neglected to hold Denise Davidson accountable for the same standards that had factored into his punishment.
He didn’t get anywhere with a writ of habeas corpus with the U.S. District Court Middle District in 2004, either.
Meryl McDonald filed a motion for rehearing , which was denied in 2007. (The Murderpedia page for each of the men provides links to the court papers.)
As of today, neither man has been executed. They’re prisoners in the maximum-security section of Union Correctional Institution in Raiford, Florida.
No deprivation camp. As for Denise Davidson, she is prisoner #153691 at the Homestead Correctional Institution in Dade County, Florida.
It’s a prison with a minimun-security area that sounds a lot like the fictional Litchfield Penitentiary of Orange Is the New Black fame.
Davidson’s current custody status is “close,” which means limitations on off-premises activities. In other words, for OITNB fans, no van-driving gig like the one Lorna Morello and Tiffany Doggett scored.
But Homestead offers plenty of other diversions, including four softball teams and classes in art, creative writing, music, aerobics, yoga, and anger management.
Inmates also have the opportunity to study PC support services and automotive service technology.
On the down side, Davidson looks somber in recent photographs. She no doubt regrets ending her marriage by soliciting two hitmen instead of one divorce lawyer.
That’s all for this week. Until next time, cheers. — RR