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They were young, popular, the perfect couple—an all-American boy and a beautiful cheerleader. But the youthful passion that led them to Lookout Park thatterrible evening would prove fatal. For Richie Walters the end came swiftly, as death descended upon him in a savage orgy of horrific violence. Elaine Murray would live long enough to learn just how lucky her boyfriend had been . . .
Two brutal slayings have rocked a stunned city. But the murders are merely the nightmare's beginning, flinging open a terrifying Pandora's box of sordid secrets and dark revelations more deadly than the bloodlust that lives in the rock-hard heart of a killer.
shouldn’t. Of course, you also have the frames. This is made by American Optical. The name is stamped on the inside of the temple. It’s a Gay Mount. That is the style. The size of this frame is 46-20 and that varies from person to person also. So you have another figure for comparison.” “That’s just great. I’d appreciate it if you could get that prescription for me.” Dr. Webber left for five minutes. When he returned, he handed Marcus a sheet of paper with a series of numbers on it. “This has
in Glendale. He read the bulletin on the glasses and he thinks he’s found the person with the prescription.” “Did you get the name and address?” Shindler asked. He could feel Marcus’s excitement. There was a certain electricity generated whenever good, solid police work paid off. “I’ve got it. We went over everything on the phone. He sold a pair of glasses just like the ones we found to an Esther Freemont, 2219 North 82nd Street.” The Freemont house had seen better days. The small front lawn
like that? Maybe his father made phonograph records.” She smiled again and handed him her notes. Not bad, he thought. A laugh and a smile. I’m getting to be a regular comedian. “What’s this word here?” he asked, pointing to a scrawl stuffed between two other illegible words. “‘Budget.’” “Right. My name is Bobby Coolidge. I’ve been sitting across from you all these weeks and I don’t think I’ve ever introduced myself.” “Consider yourself introduced. My name is Sarah Rhodes. Now we’re even.”
Yes. Q: Was she all right? A: She wasn’t dead. She was all right. Q: How did you know? A: She was sitting up and looking at me, but he was holding her. Q: How did he hold her? A: By her arms and around her shoulders. She looked asleep almost. Q: Dazed? A: Yes. Q: Where did they go with her? A: I don’t know. They took me home. They dumped me off in the middle of the street and drove away. Q: They didn’t say anything to you? A: No. Maybe that’s why I didn’t remember it the next day when
“Shit, I don’t know,” he answered finally. “Were you living with someone named Ralph?” Heartstone’s face clouded and his voice took on an edge of potential violence. “Why d’you want to know about Ralph? He’s long gone. Went to Arizona years ago.” “We want to speak to him.” “About what? What is this?” Caproni decided that it was time to get to the truth. “We believe that Ralph murdered a girl in January of 1961.” Caproni did not see the bottle, but he heard the animal roar that escaped