This is the prologue of A Rich Man's Lies. It tells you about Victor Harrington, and other things...

this is chapter one of A Rich Man's Lies. This book follows two detectives, Lia and Jack, on a difficult case, maybe one of their hardest. This case is full of lies, and deceitfulness, and no one can be trusted.

Manchester breathes. Not with the rhythmic intake and exhale of life, but with a restless, perpetual sigh that echoes. This is a story of such a man. He sees the city not as a bustling tapestry of lives, but as a vast, intricate puzzle of secrets. He hears the unspoken confessions in the silence between heartbeats. He carries the weight of every forgotten whisper, every unanswered question, every life that ends abruptly, leaving an unread final page. His solitude isn't merely a circumstance; it is a lens through which he views the world, sharpening his perception while dulling his own sense of belonging. He is the lonely sentinel in a city that never truly sleeps, perpetually awake to its hidden currents, its dark underbelly, and the chilling artistry of its most disturbed inhabitants. He seeks order in chaos, light in the deepest shadows, and answers where only silence remains. For some stories are written in blood, and for those, Manchester has a lonely inspector.

This note is about American Serial Killer, Edmund Kemper. Edmund Kemper was an American Serial Killer who killed 8 young female co-eds along with his mother and her friend.

Macy arrives back home from picking up movie night snacks only to find her entire family dead and the streets flooded with police cars and sirens. Who could have done this and is the Killer still out there waiting to kill Macy too?

Jeffrey Dahmer was an American Serial Killer based out of Milwaukee, WI. Known as The Milwaukee Cannibal, Dahmer murdered 17 young men and even ate some of them.

Some people build authority through education, casework, and humility. Others build it through volume, branding, and performance. This piece examines how the public face of “expertise” has drifted from reality—and what it costs when real qualifications are replaced by titles no one earned.

Tabitha sat up in her bed from a nightmare. She was in a cold sweat despite the room being rather warm. She couldn’t shake the feeling of dread she was awoken with. Throwing the blankets off her as she sat on the edge of the bed, she held her head in her hands. What had caused such a feeling of dread? She looked at the digital clock on the nightstand next to her. It read 2:35 am. Then she heard her bedroom door open to reveal the monster of a man that had been killing young women in their homes standing there in front of her. “How do you want to die?” She heard him call out. Tabitha reached for her gun and found it missing. This was it, she was going to die. That was what the feeling of dread was. She didn’t have time to answer him as he pointed her own gun at her and fired it. She had one last thought as she died, “At least my death wasn’t in vain.”

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Everyone in Maple Hollow trusted Harold Weems. He fixed neighbors' cars for free, brought brownies to church, and never raised his voice. But behind his garden shed door was a horror the town never saw coming-until the day Emily Martin disappeared. What police found buried beneath his roses would uncover the town's darkest secret.

Kat feels as if she's waking up; seeing Archie's life and lolly's death from a new perspective. She wishes sometimes that she had never seen her own face in the mirror.

Jason's eyes snapped open. He was sure he'd heard something-soft footsteps in the hallway, followed by the faint click of a door latch. He sat up in bed, heart racing. His door was supposed to be locked. He crept toward it, holding his breath. The handle sightly warm, as if someone had just touched it. Down the hall, the red "EXIT sign flickered. No one was there. But he swore he heart a faint jingle. Keys. Someone had been inside. And they had the master key.

My story includes going to George Mason and having a good time and being with friends. I do love school.

The fun times are ahead of us and my books are on amazon and barnesandnoble by Will Coakley. I love what the future holds.

Some stories fade with time. Others linger like ghosts. On a crisp October night in 1998, Lily Graves-a quiet, artistic teenager from the small town of Locust Hollow- vanished without a sound. Her bedroom was locked from the inside. No one saw her leave. No one ever saw her again. What remains is a diary, a haunting final entry...and a town still asking questions. This is the story of The Vanishing of Lily Graves- a true crime mystery wrapped in silence, shadows, and suspicion.

Fun times are ahead of us and everyone should look forward to the future. I do believe that great times are ahead of us.

The bare minimum requirement of being a father in my opinion is to protect your children. That is the most natural, instinctual traight givin to us (men) by god when It comes to our kids. The majority of the time , we never have to truly put those skills to the test . But what happens when the boogie man really does show up to take your babies. No warning no time to train or prepare. This writing will be a first hand look into the real David vs Goliath story , it will give a glimpse into just how corrupt our country really is and how little importance our society places on the father child relationship.

Eli lives fast and parties hard, but heroin pulls him down a dark path of isolation, shame, and regret.

Forensic archaeology merges modern science with historical inquiry to uncover hidden truths, solve cold cases, and dismantle long-standing myths about the past.

6 years old and alone. Tradgic hit her families home and now she is forced to stay with her aunt....