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Let Dead Dogs Lie

by Ricky McKnight

366 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #04-1360; ISBN 1-4120-3532-5; US$25.95, C$32.00, EUR20.80, £14.41

What happens when a serial killer becomes the target of a stalker? Which one is predator and which one is prey? Dr. Jasbelle has all your answers. She's of the opinion that the world will be a better place when all evil men are destroyed and she won't stop until her mission is accomplished.

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About the Book Welcome to the world of serial killers and the mindset of one particular killer. How does a person kill and still remain unknown to authorities and if there is no way to stop her how far will she go?

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About the Author Ricky McKnight is a musician, husband, father, grandfather with a vivid imagination and a love for writing. His challenge with this book was to allow the character to dictate who she wanted to destroy and how she wanted them destroyed.

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Excerpts

First Excerpt

For the next ten months bodies kept showing up and all the time we were amazed how the killer seemed to know what the police were up to at every turn. They tried to come up with a list of possible suspects, but that didn't work. An since most of the victims were known to frequent the club scene, they tried staking out some of the more popular nightclubs, and that didn't work. They even put decoys in the clubs in hope of attracting the killer, and even that didn't work. Instead of taking the decoy, the killer took out the bartender who was workign the same side of the bar the undercover officers were stationed at.

The killer broke the police department's face more than once. One of the bodies found in the Bronx, was found beside the diner where two police officers had stopped to eat. They came out to find the body lying beside the driver's door of their own car, and no one saw or heard a thing.

After eleven months, just as suddenly as the killings started, they stopped. After 2 years of not finding another body, or another clue, the killings were put in the unsolved case files, and after awhile everyone in New York forgot it ever happened. Bev and I went on to graduate in 1994.

Second Excerpt

Ms. Jasbelle steps over Richard, and sits down straddle his lap. She takes out the keys to his shackles, and holds them in front of his face. ''These are the keys to your shackles.'' She puts them in her shirt pocket. ''You and I both know there isn't a thing in the world you can do to stop me from doing what ever the hell I want to with you. If you could, the first thing you would do is take these keys out of my pocket. But you can't move your hands or feet more than a foot in any direction, so we both know you're all bark and no bite. Just like every other dog I know.''

Richard becomes so incensed at her arrogance that he starts to move around violently, so violently he almost succeeds in throwing Ms. Jasbelle off. He keeps it up for as long as he can, but after a few minutes, he has to stop, and the only thing he has actually succeeded in doing, is puttling severe lacerations on his wrist, and ankles. Simone looks at him with an evil smile. ''That's right struggle as hard as you can, I like it this way. There's nothing like having an evil, sadistic, wanna be killer at your mercy to make your adrenaline start to flow.''

Third Excerpt

In a run down house on a street that has been abandoned by everyone except the crack addicts, and homeless people, he resides. The front porch is caved in, the grass is so high you can't see half the windows in the house, the roof leaks, the gutters have fallen off, paint has long since chipped off, and the wood is rotten. Inside the house, garbage is everywhere. In the winter, the wind whistles through the holes in the wall. The place smells so strongly of rotten garbage and human excrement it causes you to gag, there are rats everywhere. The house is so filthy, it couldn't even pass inspections at the city dump. Every room is filled with some sort of trash, every room that is except for one. He lives in this room. He keeps this room so spotless you could eat off the floor.

He is meticulous about every part of the room. Every spring the walls and floor are reparied, a new coat of paint is put on the walls, and the old carpet is taken up and replaced with a new one. But the center piece of the room is the big, oak, canopy bed. It is a king sized bed and it dominates the room with its crisp, clean, white sheets and bedspread, it looks like it comes straight from the pages of an upscale decorating magazine. He keeps it clean and perfect even though he doesn't sleep on it. The bed is strictly for the only woman other than Simone he has ever loved.

Fourth Excerpt

His name is Thomas Street and he's a playa, or at least he appears to be. He's the type of man who has at least five women on a string at all times. He's also a control freak and gets his pleasure from usign a date rape drug to incapacitate women then doing all kinds of unspeakable things to them. After waking them up he explains exactly what he's done to them then shows them pictures he took during the time they were out. Of course the pictures are of them doing things they wouldn't want anyone in their families looking at. After showing them the pictures he explains that if they say anything the picutres will end up on the internet. And so far all the women he has done this way have divided that it would not be smart to go to the police so he's gotten away with this time and time again.

This made him feel even more powerful, but what is the good of having power if you can't show someone how powerful you are so he likes to brag to his partners about his conquest. He tells them how most women want to be freaks and how he gets these women to do things to him they wouldn't do to most men. His so called weekend freak sessions have become the topic of conversation around the water cooler especially since they come with pictures of the sessions. He keeps the pcitures in his wallet to show around to his boys. They can't believe how he can ge tthese women to do some of the things they do in the pictures and keep asking how he gets a new one every weekend. He's a real snake and he keeps getting away with it.

Fifth Excerpt

To the male population of the country:

I'm writing you this letter to let you know that the FBI has sent agents to Seattle Washington to catch me. These are all male agents; testosterone filled fools, who think themselves invincible.

I will prove once and for all that I am the ultimate avenger. Not only will I avenge the wrong done to my sisters; I will also kill any male I perceive as a threat to me. By the time you receive this letter, one of these agents will have died by my hand, I hope this will make the FBI, and all the men in this country know that I am serious about my mission, and that I will not be stopped by anyone. No longer will I tolerate men hurting my sisters. No longer will the male justice system let these men get away. To the head of the FBI, I would like to say, you sent Ms. Rita Green, your best agent down here, and she couldnt' catch me. How the hell do you think these macho clowns you've sent now can catch me? You've made a big mistake, and now you've just lost one of them. And here's a warning you had better listen to. Don't send anymore of your soldiers after me, or I wil be forced to kill not only them, but you as well. All the men in this country need to know that I am watching . All you playas, and wanna be pimps will be held accountable for your actions. To all my sisters, it's time to rise up , and make these men respect us. You don't have to take the abuse anymore. Let your man know if he keeps on acting like a dog, he'll be treated like a dog. And make sure he understands that I am watching. To all men all over the world, if you hurt your lady you may be the next one to die. To the head of the FBI don't come looking for me again, this is your last warning - Dogs of the world beware!

Eve of Destruction

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