I thought that this book was very suspenseful to say the least. It started out a little slow, but as I continued on it progressively got better and better. The author did a good job writing the novel, I felt as though I was actually in the book and it really captured my attention. I really liked ...
Honestly, i only read this because the author spelled Caitlin like mine, Katelyn. This book i thought was going to be good. I tend to read few murder mysteries but tend to like them. This one, not so much. It was too slow moving. Way too slow moving. I just felt that nothing happened in the...
Started May 30th, 2013.Not too bad, but at least one glaring mistake in the storyline: the reporter agrees early on that her phone can be tapped for recording the calls by the police - without approval of her editor and without telling him. That is not followed up and given the setup it would hav...
I don't normally get that disturbed by true crime books, particularly when, like in this case, I have seen the true crime television program(s) telling the story. However, this book really disturbed me. The television retellings of these events limited the discussion of Nick Hacheney's sexual p...
I followed the Susan Powell case from the beginning to its horrific conclusion but I learned a lot more after reading this book. The death of Susan Powell's two children didn't have to happen. There appeared to be enough information to have prevented Josh Powell from having custody of those two...
True Crime -- maybe sometimes I read it just because some of the writers seem to me the last bastion of objective reporting techniques. Although sometimes Gregg Olson stretches too far for those little details that paint the picture, overall his writing style is muscular as well as nuanced.The so...
Hannah Griffin was a girl when tragedy struck. She still remembers the flames reflected against the newly fallen snow and the bodies the police dug up--one of them her mother's. The killer was never found. . ..Twenty years later Hannah is a talented CSI investigating a case of child abuse when th...
I got this on my kindle for 99 cents. this is all I would have paid for it. i imagine most people have heard of Mary Kay Letourneau. the teacher who had sexual relations with a 13 year old former student. she got pregnant by Vili and it was not too long before people found out about this "affair"...
For more than forty years she had made her home in a tidy stucco house on the outskirts of downtown Austin, Texas. In the years since her husband’s death, she had lived alone with her cat Missy. Though she wore the kind of cat’s-eye-shaped lenses favored by her generation, she missed ...
Fittingly, Halloween night had, indeed, been a nightmare. She was definitely too sick to go to school, and it wasn’t because of the alcohol. Or puking at the party. It wasn’t from the monster fight that she’d had with Olivia or Brianna after the hostess with the killer party had stolen Olivia rig...
Your child was involved in a very serious car accident . . ."Olga Morris had never imagined the verdict would have been split, though the four long days of deliberation had sent a surge of worry through her system to the point of near overload. Dylan Walker was guilty; she knew it with every fibe...
THE BIG Creek Store was a plain wood-frame building, low-slung, with windows trimmed out by a thick and crackled coat of forest green paint. A pair of gas pumps jutted from the weedy lot out front. The tavern and store was only one of many miners’ hangouts in the district and was only really dist...
The ranch in the pine forests of Magnolia, Texas, just forty miles north of Houston, was quiet. The horses were calm, the dogs silent. And the darkness, like a black satin comforter, concealed the horror inside the log cabin.The television buzzed in the cabin’s main room, while five newborn dachs...
Letourneau had grown up in a sunny world far from White Center. “She was brought up to be Miss Prissy, Miss Perfect,” said one student who remembered the teacher talking about her past. Kids from the Round Table also knew her father was somehow invo...
She always had been. Before she decided on a career as a forensic pathologist she had dabbled in the art world. She loved painting. Watercolors mostly. One year she and her sister, Summer, painted Salish-inspired designs on scraps of driftwood to sell to the tourists who came to Neah Bay for fish...
Food: Not an issue. Shelter: A spare bedroom in our aunt’s house in Idaho. Weapons: Gun, crapola scissors, ice pick from kitchen. Plan: The same. Find Mom. Kill Dad. HAYDEN IS ASLEEP IN A bedroom across the hall from mine. The house on Moon Gulch Road is so quiet I can actually hear the clock in ...
From that rainy night in late February when they first tried to comfort Mary Kay to their baby-sitting excursions to Normandy Park after Audrey was brought home from the hospital, Mary Kay didn't let on about her true feelings for her former student.But then she started to refer to Vili Fualaau m...
Food: Nothing. Shelter: The car. Weapons: Gun, scissors, ice pick, bottle of Xanax, screwdriver. Plan: Pour gas on my dad’s body and light him on fire. Not really. But something dark inside me tells me that would be permissible. Maybe even fun. A DENNY’S RESTAURANT SIGN BECKONS. I haven’t eaten a...
Pandora said as she faced Kendall for the first time since that night at the Frazier place in Manchester. “That’s an understatement, Carol.” Pandora smiled. “You’ve done some homework. Good.” “Considering what a few clicks of the mouse can come up with, I’d hardly say it was an arduous task,” Ken...
He’d been crewless that afternoon as he worked on a small rock wall that he’d been hired to build. The rocks he’d been moving into position were known as “two man” rocks and he could surely understand that they were aptly named. His shoulders ached and his forearms, unprotected by long sleeves, w...
One time Tori dialed her father and pretended to be Lainie to fish for information on what everyone in town was doing. Her dad didn’t catch on. She also called Adam Canfield, and he fell for her ruse. But this wasn’t really gossip that day. She looked at the online edition of Port Orchard’s weekl...
It was a big house with shingled siding and a river rock chimney. Atop its second story was a widow’s walk framed by ornate ironwork. It was the kind of place that drive-bys admire and covet. Pitched in the front yard was a campaign sign as big as a car: THE DERBY WINNER YOU WANT. Birdy parked an...
Serial killers are always nice until they get what they want." —VALERIE RYAN Chapter One Friday, July 5 I GAVE MY SLIGHTLY BALDING head a repeated shake. A good one. Back and forth like the last A-Rod bobble-head—before Madonna, before performance-enhancing drugs ruined his run a...
Port Orchard Donna Solomon did not fit the profile of a mother of a prostitute. She had never had any problems with men, drugs, or the law. To look at her was to see the very image of professionalism and personal accountability. At fifty-two, Donna worked as a charge nurse in the maternity ward o...