Shocking True Story
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Kevin Ryan is a writer in the much-maligned genre of true crime who desperately needs a devious, over-the-top story for the subject of his next book. How else can he keep his wife Valerie’s roots dyed and keep himself from handing out taco samples at the local supermarket? When Kevin isn’t Googling himself or spot checking his books’ stock at stores around the country or online, he’s bringing the hazards (ie, criminals and other crazies) of his job home to wife Val and twin daughters Taylor and Hayley. Kevin is on the hunt for the big one, the story that could break him out of the mid-list and onto the bestseller lists. And then there’s a knock at the door--a story finds him… A distraught 20-year old Jett Carter shows up at the Ryan house because her mother and sister are imprisoned—perhaps if Kevin writes their story and reveals the truth, he might help exonerate them. The Carters’ tale is the perfect white-trash-attempted-murder-love-triangle that Kevin’s editor will love and his fans will devour. He begins to write “Love You to Death.” Then on a beautiful summer day, the wheels of homicide are set in motion and Kevin’s own story begins to eclipse the crime he is chronicling. When his #1 fan is murdered and another body turns up, the Ryans’ life in Port Gamble and all that Kevin holds dear is in jeopardy. Somewhere in “Love You to Death” and within the “bunch of low rent losers” he’s interviewing is the killer.
mother like this? Jeanne Morgan deserves better.” ♦ Forty-eight hours later, Valerie and I were at A small gathering in a Gig Harbor Unitarian church to celebrate Jeanne's life. It wasn't exactly a church, but a banquet room at an Embassy Suites. “Hi, Kevin Ryan,” said a young man with a soul patch the shape and size of a guitar pick. I gave him a quick once-over. With his black suit and white shirt, he seemed too well dressed, too young, and the wrong gender for a TC reader. He looked more
because it just so happened that she had been there earlier in the evening drinking with Deke. Been there before, scoping the scene. Plotting the murder.... "Knowing Danny was waiting for Deke, I drove the car going up the hill and all of a sudden I needed to pee. I got out. I heard someone coming to the car, I recognized Danny. Danny told me to move. I moved back and fell down the hill. I didn't see Danny shoot Deke, but I heard two or three shots. I think Deke was in the passenger seat when
moment. I had not served in the military, the basis for most of the data. Nor had I worked for the government or in civil service. I never had been arrested for anything, though when I was eleven, my brother and I were questioned for shoplifting a U2 cassette tape at Kmart. We hadn't of course, and the fact that the tape was a U2 release was our saving grace. No true fan would shoplift Bono's stuff. Then it came to me. I had been printed at my girls' elementary school when I became a volunteer
the end, they were wonderful. They looked just like...jack-o-lanterns. Taylor asked me to cut in some eyebrows to overhang her triangle-eye cutouts. I rooted around the kitchen for the littlest Ginsu knife. “Valerie, have you seen Hop Sing?” I asked. I hated to ask because I had the feeling that it was probably my fault that it wasn't in the case. I had failed at consistency when it came to putting things back where they belonged. She looked up from the oven where she was turning the pumpkin
like she had a stroke. The doc is ruling later today. I'm sorry about your friend.” “Thanks.” “Does she have family in the area?” I hated that I really didn't know. “I think they're all out of state.” “Can you come in? We'd like to get her out of the chiller and out the door as soon as we can. Bodies tend to pile up this time of year. You know, with everyone on vacation.” “Right. Yes, I know.” “Well? Can you come in?” “Yes. I'll be there.” And there I was. I'd managed to call Jeanne's