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Murder Most Foul

 

 

Author: JoAnne Myers

410 pages

Publisher: Independently published

Publishing Date: February 26, 2019

ISBN-10: 179783942X                                                                              

ISBN-13: 978-1797839424           

                                                                                

Outline for Murder Most Foul:

 

When two dismembered and unidentifiable torsos wash up on a local riverbank, nurse Caroline Reeves, believes the killer is a man from her past with a history of mental problems. She contacts FBI Special Agent Walker Harmon, who arrives to the sleepy town of Pleasant Valley, and met with a reception of lies and threats from local police and citizens. Under constant pressure from both the media and public, along with taunting messages aimed at him and Caroline from person’s unknown, the agent races against time to catch the killer before he strikes again, and before an innocent man is convicted. With a suspect list involving the victim’s parents, ex-lovers, Satanists, corrupt police, and the motorcycle gang the Devil’s Disciples, circumstances turn the hunt personal, as the hunters become the prey.

 

Excerpt: 

Once the police received conservative photos of Lorena, they posted them along with Shaun's, on trees, light poles, and at every city business–search party’s scoured abandoned houses. Everyone in the community wanted the kids safely returned. Even Vernon James paid the Police Department a second visit. “I want to volunteer for the search party.”

“Are you sure?” asked the chief. “Those kids have been missin' for several days, now-and-.”

Vernon nodded. “I know–but I use ta' work for a mortician. Drove the hearse to pick up the dead. See’n dead people don't bother me.”

 Staring, aghast at the not-so-grieving stepfather, the sheriff asked, “Had any more psychic dreams?”

 

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/179783942X