Eugene Mallove - Death

Death

Eugene Mallove was killed on May 14, 2004 in Norwich, Connecticut, while cleaning a recently vacated rental property owned by his parents, the home he grew up in. The nature of Mallove's work led to some conspiracy theories regarding the homicide, but police suspected robbery as the motive. One month earlier, the US Department of Energy had announced a new review of cold fusion, giving him the hope that his efforts in the previous years would be validated, but Mallove never saw its result.

In 2005, two local men were arrested in connection with the killing. The case proceeded slowly and the charges against the two men were finally dismissed on November 6, 2008.

On February 11, 2009, the State of Connecticut announced a $50,000 reward leading to the arrest and conviction of the person or persons responsible for the murder. On April 2, 2010, the police made two arrests in connection with the murder and said that more arrests were expected. On May 22, 2011, a state prosecutor said that they were charging a third person in connection with the killing. Court testimony indicated that Mallove may have been killed by an evicted tenant who was angry about belongings being disposed of during the clearout.

On April 20, 2012, the Norwich Bulletin stated that: "An ongoing murder trial came to an abrupt halt Friday when Chad Schaffer, of Norwich, decided to accept an offer of 16 years in prison, pleading guilty to the lesser charge of first-degree manslaughter in the 2004 beating death of Eugene Mallove."

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