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5.0 out of 5 stars To Die For: Another great true crime...by the master, Gary C. King!, August 31, 2011
By Kevin Edwards (Author of Grand Duchy)
This review is from: To Die For (Kindle Edition)

You know what's scary about True Crime stories? They're true. Gary C. King is a master storyteller in the True Crime (more…)

STONE COLD KILLER

“I told her to roll on her stomach. Then, I crawled on top of her, grabbed the gag, and I twisted it. She was out in seconds. Never moved a muscle. She just laid there until I cut off her breath. Then, I twisted it tighter and just held it there (more…)

"A page-turner for true crime fans." Vincent Bugliosi, author of HELTER SKELTER and THE PROSECUTION OF GEORGE W. BUSH FOR MURDER, about King’s book, BUTCHER.

BUTCHERED!

As she walked toward the barn, following the light source, Ellingsen felt ill--either from the excessive drug use that night or the sickening odor that hung in the night air, which grew stronger as she reached the barn. She cautiously pushed open the barn door a bit when, suddenly and without warning, Willie Pickton, covered in blood, reached out and grabbed her, pulling her inside the barn. He pulled Ellingsen over to a table and forced her to look at the dead woman, naked and hanging from a hook. The woman, Georgina Papin, was just hanging there, covered in blood. Willie had placed her on a hook in the same manner that he always hung up the pigs that he was going to slaughter. The victim's feet, whose toenails were painted red, were at Ellingsen's eye level. On a "shiny table" next to the hanging body, Ellingsen saw long black hair lying there, Georgina Papin's hair, and a lot of blood. She also saw two bloody knives. It looked to her like Willie had skinned Papin, and was preparing to butcher her like an animal.

Willie told Ellingsen that if she told anyone anything about what she had seen that night, the same thing would happen to her.

Prologue

September 1978

Summer was still barely hanging on when Lillian Jean O'Dare, thirty-four, disappeared without a trace from the rough-and-tumble streets of East Vancouver, British Columbia, on September 12, 1978. The temperature was still in the low-sixties during the day, but the nights were becoming somewhat chilly with the mercury hovering in the mid-to-upper (more…)

PREDATOR
Dodd leaned up against a telephone pole near the playground of Richmond Elementary School and watched the kids for a while. His attention drifted to a cute blond boy who looked between four and five years old. He was having fun climbing up a solid, stone-covered mound called "the volcano."
There were no (more…)

Prologue

March 1987

Spring had arrived in northwestern Oregon again, at least on the calendar. It would be at least another six weeks, however, before the rhododendrons revealed their short-lived blossoms of pink and white, about the same time that the abounding rosebuds began to swell. It would be even longer before the warm rays (more…)

The names of some individuals in this book have been changed, though such changes have been kept to a minimum. An asterisk (*) appears after a fictitious name at the time of its first occurrence.

Prologue
Saturday, January 17, 1987

Fawn Creswell,* 14, shivered from the January chill the moment she stepped out the front door of her (more…)

I've attached a possible cover for my next eBook, CRIME SCENE: True Stories of Crime and Detection, the first in a series of volumes of vintage crime stories. Your opinions are most welcome!