MURDER TOO HARROWING TO BELIEVE-- by Bill Kelly
Christmas was just around the corner on December 19, 2001, when Waldport, in peaceful Oregon Bay, revealed an ugly secret. There was a bloated body of a small child floating face down in a Lint Slough some two feet from shore in a coastal inlet. An anonymous caller directed Lincoln County police to the body.

HUNT FOR THE SCARBOROUGH RAPIST-- by Bill Kelly
The police folder read like a chronicle of sadistic insanity. The details of his eroticism and bestiality were so risqué that even the most outspoken Canadian newspapers felt they could not publish them.

EXECUTION OF GARY ALAN WALKER-- by Bill Kelly
The horrific 19-day spree, which claimed five lives in the Oklahoma area during the summer of 1984, began with the murder of Eddie Cash, a resident of Broken Arrow, near Sand Springs, abutting Tulsa. It was Eddie's misfortune to pick up an emotionally disturbed hitchhiker on May 7th, even inviting him into his home.

Family Friend-- by John Grass
The firemen had successfully beaten back the early-morning blaze and were searching the second floor of the residence for survivors, creeping through heavy, roiling smoke and an overpowering stench, when their flashlights panned across the body of a man laying on a bed.

DEATH ALONG THE HOG TRAILS-- by Bill Kelly
It began on the afternoon of Tuesday, April 16, 1996, but no one in northern Charlotte County realized it at the time. The real terror, the almost hysterical dread that clutched the city of Punta Gorda, was to come later.

THE UNSOLVED DEATH OF NICK ADAMS-- by Bill Kelly
"All of Hollywood knows Nick Adams was knocked off. It’s hushed up -- one of those things you dare not talk about because Hollywood likes to keep as many scandals from the public as possible. It’s bad for business." ---- actor Forrest Tucker

HE BASHED THE TERROR-STRICKEN NUDE WITH A TIRE IRON ! -- by Bill Kelly
"Help me! Help me!" were the last words anyone would ever hear Dana Ireland speak. It was Christmas Eve 1991 and rural Big Island resident Ida Smith heard a quivering voice begging for help beyond a tangle of brush and followed it with a feeling of dread to a fishing trail near the ocean.

A CENTURY OF HOLLYWOOD MURDERS -- by Bill Kelly
The departing century has seen its share of genocide - both solved and unsolved, but no where else in the world has bloody murder been aroused to a true frenzy than in Hollywood. Spread out under the blazing California sun in a make-believe mirage of celluloid importance, cruel murder flashed a brusque, telltale light on Tinseltown, causing a carnival of dark conspiracy unparalleled in this nation's history.

THE LADY VANISHES: WHERE IS SHE? -- by Bill Kelly
On the evening of May 27, 1980, 32-year-old Dorothy Jane Scott, a lovely dark-eyed secretary at the Swinger’s Psych & Head Shop Boutique in Anaheim, California, dropped her 4-year-old son, Shanti, off at her parent’s house on West Stonybrook. She was anxious to be on time for the employee’s meeting of the two jointly-owned shops where she worked as a secretary.

CHARLES NG AND LEONARD LAKE - The Motherlode Murders -- by Bill Kelly
On the hazy morning of June 2, 1985, Southern San Francisco police received a routine call about a shoplifting incident. An Oriental man had strolled out of a store with a $75 vice, placed it in the trunk of a tan 1980 Honda Prelude, and disappeared before he could be detained.

The ‘Real’ Eliot Ness - Emerging From Behind Hollywood Myth -- by Paul W. Heimel
To many, the name Eliot Ness conjures visions of Al Capone, tommy gun fights and the all-knowing crimefighter portrayed by Robert Stack in the black & white TV classic series, "The Untouchables."

WHERE ARE YOU BABY SABRINA? -- by Bill Kelly
It looked like the perfect job, and the events following that frightful November 24, 1997 seemed to confirm that perception. The evidence indicated that someone had entered the house of a respectable, upscale family, lifted 5-month-old Baby Sabrina from her crib, and went slithering into the night without arousing anyone from slumber.

THE SANTA CLAUS MURDERS -- by Bill Kelly
High above the gravel road, where migrant workers planted Viidalia sweet onions in rows of plowed furrows, on Dasher Street, lived the Daniels family. The one-story-red-brick house, with a huge oblong chimney protruding from the front, was nestled snuggly at the end of a cul-de-sac, about a half-mile of lonely road from U.S. 1, in the town of Santa Claus.

Rolling The Dice For JonBenet (Or How I Crapped Out On The Ramsey Case) -- by Rob Smoke
The waitress in the coffee shop in Truckee, California, can’t quite make sense out of the remark. She puts her coffee server down, puts an elbow on the counter, places her hand to her cheek and furrows her brow at me. She’s staring into my eyes, waiting for me to say more—I would, but I don’t want to spoil the moment.

THE PIED PIPER OF MARSHALL STREET -- by Bill Kelly
The body parts, wrapped in plastic freezer bags, and marked “dog food,” in the refrigerator at 3520 North Marshall Street in suburban Franklinville, belonged to Sandra Lindsay, age, 25, 5-foot-6, with cocoa-brown skin and copprish eyes. She had lived in Philadelphia area with her mother, sister and brother.