The Virgin Killer
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The message light, on the telephone near the bed, continued to blink. It had been doing so all night. Looking through the bedroom window, the hotel neon sign is reflected off the darkened glass of the building across the street. It was that time in the morning when the city was silent. That hollow quietness deceiving you into thinking all is right with the world. An isolated bus pulled to a stop on the street below. The driver was the only creature aboard. His stop is required by schedule and part of the automatic routine. The hush was broken by the sound of the motor as it revved away from the curb. Soon the serene softness will be disturbed by sounds of activity as the city awakens - - more vehicles on the streets, people going to work, shouts of greeting from the neighborhood, and soon the blood curdling scream of the house keeper after letting herself in the room and finding its occupant naked, bloodied and dead. Police officer Boris Greske answered the call from dispatch and he and his partner, Tommy Arthur were first on the scene. The housekeeper was still in hysterics. Her English wasn’t good before, and now, being overly excited and hysterical to boot, made Greske’s head ache even worse. Greske and Arthur had been drinking most of the day prior to their evening shift. When it came to the bottle, there weren’t many who could keep up with these two experienced pros. Over the years, they had built up a tolerance to the effect of the devils brew, or they thought they had. To the outside observer, both men appeared to talk and walk in slow motion. However, to each other, they believed they were as quick as a click. This morning, after a night of little to no action, the city’s finest were pissed off for having to work close to their normal quitting time. Best of friends since joining the force, Boris and Tommy bowled on the same team in a Wednesday night league and played poker every Friday in a traveling game at each other’s house. The revolving game consisted of six steady players. Besides Boris and Tommy, there were four other regulars; Melvin Lee, the sales manager of the Buick dealership, Donald J. Bennett, veterinarian, Michael ‘Mickey’ Hanrahan, owner of Mickeys Restaurant and Hamilton Barfield III of Barfield’s Insurance Agency.
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The Virgin Killer is a story about a psychotic antisocial who interprets his dreams as visions from the angels in heaven. His twisted and troubled mind believes his mission is to kill in order to rid the world of sin. The victims are exotic dancers from the area strip clubs. It is they who sometimes appear in his dreams, and should he become aroused by them, it only proves his mission is valid. Angie Gibbs, the beautiful assistant state’s attorney, has outlined the serial killers profile and, with the help of two patrolmen, Boris Greske and Tommy Arthur, set about to catch him and end his reign of terror. The two patrolmen and four other friends make up a group that plays poker every Friday evening. The game travels to a different house each week, allowing the reader to meet interesting characters who add romance, drama, and humor. Hamilton Barfield III owns a realty agency but loves to share salty humor before the poker game begins. It has become a tradition. Donald Bennett, a veterinarian, is a bachelor father who raised his daughter Karen by himself after his wife died seven years earlier. He was introduced to Angie Gibbs, the red-haired divorcee, at the group’s annual barbeque. Their romance followed; however, Donald was continuously confused by his feelings for the hazel-eyed Addison Lynch. Addison, nearly twenty years his junior, has loved Donald since high school. She’s made no secret about it and claimed Donald loved her as well but just didn’t realize it. Addison is the owner of Rambling Rascal the champion Standard bred pacer. Her dramatic and dreadful racing accident left her paralyzed and jolted Donald to face the truth proving her right. The Virgin Killer is George Edward Moon’s second novel. The story and characters are pure fiction. Any resemblance to those living or dead is truly coincidental. Like Reno’s Funmakers before it, the Virgin Killer reflects the authors fast-paced style and is an easy and enjoyable read.
About the Author
George Edward Moon has been Artist, Actor, Athlete and Businessman. He began his acting career at the age of one month when he was carried on stage in one of Reno’s Funmakers theatrical plays. By the time he reached the age of six World War 2 forced the traveling tent show off the road. At that point, he no longer pursued a life tripping the light fantastic. After attending the Universities of Illinois, Southern Illinois, Governor’s State and Olivet, he received a teaching certificate for grades one through nine but never entered the teaching field on a full time basis. Art being his first love, he sought the life of a commercial artist. Married and a father with children to support, the art field had to be put aside. Instead, he employed one of his college minors and began work in the field of chemistry. Chemistry eventually led him to Gould National Batteries in Kankakee, Illinois. From that point, and with a financial partner, he created his own company called Pilot Battery and manufactured lead acid batteries for electric lift trucks. With a product of his own design, Pilot Battery gained market share until it was acquired by Chloride LTD, the world’s largest battery manufacturer out of England.