Crimogenic: Crime Writer / Petty Criminal
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- About Me:
- Crime fiction writer and petty criminal.
- I Am A:
- Writer
- Website:
- http://crimogenic.blogspot.com/
- Books And Authors I Like:
- Cormac McCarthy, Alice Walker, JK Rowling, Dean Koontz
- Movies And TV Shows I Like:
- The First 48 Hours, Rookies, Law & Order.
Excerpt from My Novel, JUST CAUSE
Just Cause
Excerpt:
“Why, why,” Katherine said. “In the world would you be talking to me about cars?”
With his lips parted about to speak, the sheriff looked to David.
David squeezed her knee gently as he met her eyes. She saw that his eyes were wet, and his eyelids swollen. “You okay, honey?”
Katherine nodded, not really understanding why she was nodding.
“Well,” the sheriff continued, seemingly ignoring her. “We found the gray sedan this morning, abandoned. Ran the plates; it was stolen. Dr. Rice, whoever this bastard is, it seems that he had this all planned.”
What was that sound, Katherine thought. Like a wounded dog. That horrible whimpering. For god sake’s, please put that poor animal to sleep.
David reached his arms around her shoulders. “Ssssshhhhh, it’s going to be okay. They’re going to find him.”
Neither of them ate and both barely slept over the next two days. Most of the time, Katherine sat, still as a statue, clutching her cell phone, while she stared at the house phone. Each ring of the landline or vibration from the phone in her hand frightened her. Sheriff Barker showed up at the end of the second day. He stood in the doorway, soaked from the evening rain.
His cap was in his hand, pressed to his chest. David had answered the door, and Katherine feebly followed him there. “I’m sorry,” the sheriff began to say.
Excerpt:
“Why, why,” Katherine said. “In the world would you be talking to me about cars?”
With his lips parted about to speak, the sheriff looked to David.
David squeezed her knee gently as he met her eyes. She saw that his eyes were wet, and his eyelids swollen. “You okay, honey?”
Katherine nodded, not really understanding why she was nodding.
“Well,” the sheriff continued, seemingly ignoring her. “We found the gray sedan this morning, abandoned. Ran the plates; it was stolen. Dr. Rice, whoever this bastard is, it seems that he had this all planned.”
What was that sound, Katherine thought. Like a wounded dog. That horrible whimpering. For god sake’s, please put that poor animal to sleep.
David reached his arms around her shoulders. “Ssssshhhhh, it’s going to be okay. They’re going to find him.”
Neither of them ate and both barely slept over the next two days. Most of the time, Katherine sat, still as a statue, clutching her cell phone, while she stared at the house phone. Each ring of the landline or vibration from the phone in her hand frightened her. Sheriff Barker showed up at the end of the second day. He stood in the doorway, soaked from the evening rain.
His cap was in his hand, pressed to his chest. David had answered the door, and Katherine feebly followed him there. “I’m sorry,” the sheriff began to say.
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Sometimes I spend time seeking out crime news because life is stranger than fiction. I'm always on the look out for innovation in crime, heinous crimes, and plain old weird crimes. Call me loco, but I do it to build some super creepy characters in my stories. One old adage that holds… Continue
Posted on December 11, 2008 at 3:02am —
Child killer says he won't appeal death sentence...
No s@&! If he did appeal, I have a feeling that he would be laughed all the way to the chair.
In 1980, when Joseph Edward Duncan was a teenager, he was convicted for raping a younger boy at gunpoint and diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. So people knew he was a psychopaths back in the 80s, why let him back out on the streets? Psychopaths can't be reformed, just ask one.
Twenty years later Duncan kidnapped and tortured two siblings, Shasta, 8, and her brother Dylan, 9. During t… Continue
In 1980, when Joseph Edward Duncan was a teenager, he was convicted for raping a younger boy at gunpoint and diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. So people knew he was a psychopaths back in the 80s, why let him back out on the streets? Psychopaths can't be reformed, just ask one.
Twenty years later Duncan kidnapped and tortured two siblings, Shasta, 8, and her brother Dylan, 9. During t… Continue
Posted on November 25, 2008 at 7:06am —
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Early Endorsements for “A Circle of Souls”
Linda Fairstein, NYT Bestselling Author: "A fascinating debut - this novel takes the reader to the darkest places in the human soul, from a writer with the authenticity to lead us there. A stunning thriller and an important read."
Judge Judy Sheindlin, star of the Judge Judy Show: "The seminal work of this fine author kept me glued to my chair until the adventure was over and the mystery solved. A great read!"
Book Synopsis:
The sleepy town of Newbury, Connecticut, is shocked when a little girl is found brutally murdered. The town s top detective, perplexed by a complete lack of leads, calls in FBI agent Leia Bines, an expert in cases involving children.
Meanwhile, Dr. Peter Gram, a psychiatrist at Newbury s hospital, searches desperately for the cause of seven-year-old Naya Hastings devastating nightmares. Afraid that she might hurt herself in the midst of a torturous episode, Naya s parents have turned to the bright young doctor as their only hope.
The situations confronting Leia and Peter converge when Naya begins drawing chilling images of murder after being bombarded by the disturbing images in her dreams. Amazingly, her sketches are the only clues to the crime that has panicked Newbury residents. Against her better judgment, Leia explores the clues in Naya s crude drawings, only to set off an alarming chain of events.
JD