True Crime Body

Se recopilan en estas páginas memorias basadas en documentación, investigaciones y apuntes personales que dan cuenta de un caso más sociológico que criminal, un caso que seguramente pasará a formar parte del falso acerbo de la mitología nacional y mundial, y que develará el decadente monumento a héroes de papel, protagonistas directos o indirectos de un bulo sin sentido: el auge, caída y olvido de lo que se denominó ampulosamente "el asesinato de Neruda" por los medios.

In 1985, Peter Everett landed the job as Superintendent of Southwark Mortuary. In just six years he’d gone from lowly assistant to running the UK’s busiest murder morgue. He couldn’t believe his luck. What he didn’t know was that Southwark, operating in near-Victorian conditions, was a hotbed of corruption. Attendants stole from the dead, funeral homes paid bribes, and there was a lively trade in stolen body parts and recycled coffins. Set in the fascinating pre-DNA and psychological profiling years of 1985-87, this memoir tells a gripping and gruesome tale.

When two worlds collide, the illegal transportation of tons of Mexican cartel marijuana to inner city gang members in a Midwestern city's "hood" - three bodies end up burning, caught in a web of greed as a major international drug deal goes very bad. The chilling trail of evidence from a remote wooded area, where three bodies are set on fire leads homicide detectives across the country chasing down witnesses and conspirators in a two-year search for cold-blooded killers.

When they met, Jessica O'Grady was a tall, starry-eyed Omaha, Nebraska co-ed in search of Mr. Right, Christopher Edwards was a deceitful and darkened soul. In May of 2006, Jessica's mystifying disappearance and a blood-soaked mattress turned into Nebraska's biggest news story. Enter Douglas County Sheriff's CSI stalwart Dave Kofoed, driven to solve high-profile murders, who in this case would lead to questions surrounding the forensic evidence used against Edwards.

Bodies in the Woods shares unsolved and true accounts from nature lovers who stumbled upon desecrated corpses in the great outdoors but were denied closure by resistant and evasive law-enforcement officials.

Let’s face it, the last thing a nature lover expects to find in the beautiful deep woods is a human corpse. But if one mystery isn’t enough, nothing explains the awkward way bodies have been positioned, the mysterious carvings in their flesh, and sometimes, the eerie feeling of being watched.

Let’s face it, the last thing a nature lover expects to find in the beautiful deep woods is a human corpse. But if one mystery isn’t enough, nothing explains the way bodies have been positioned, the carvings in their flesh, and sometimes, the eerie feeling of being watched. And the police? They quickly remove the bodies and sanitize the murder scenes. And why do the local media refuse to report on these discoveries? Bodies in the Woods shares unsolved and true accounts from nature lovers who stumbled upon desecrated corpses in the great outdoors but were denied closure.

In October, 1996, young, pretty, and petite women began vanishing off the streets of Poughkeepsie, New York. Most were prostitutes and some were addicts. By August, 1998, the toll had reached eight, when a prostitute told police she had barely escaped being strangled by Kendall Francois, 27, a 6'4", 300-lb. middle school hall monitor whose slovenly personal hygiene had earned him the nickname "Stinky". Inside his house, the smell was worse, as investigators discovered a tangle of rotting flesh and bones.

Sharon Simpson spent 15 of her younger years in Morgan City, Louisiana, a small, blue-collar town along the Atchafalaya River Delta. Morgan City was living large during the big oil days in the 1970s, yet no one expected what was about to happen to the town. The booming oil industry was desperate for workers to fill positions and used a “trawling net approach” to hire any warm body - as long as the work was getting done on schedule. The heart of the issue - money and greed - led to the hiring of a damaged man who went on a spree, raping and murdering several local teens...

From 2001 to 2013, Michael Vecchione was chief of the Rackets Division in the Brooklyn District Attorney's Office, which was the largest urban prosecution agency in the country. Vecchione grappled with organized crime and dirty politicians, during which he supervised, investigated, and prosecuted major felony cases. Crooked Brooklyn is a gritty story of corruption, greed, and law enforcement.

Bestselling author Loren W. Christensen served as a Military Policeman in Saigon, Vietnam, "the most dangerous city in the world," as it was called at the time. Shortly after returning home, he joined the Portland Police Bureau in Oregon, serving for twenty-five years. As a street cop, there were times he was dispatched to dead body calls so frequently that other officers teasingly called him the "Death Car."

Brad loved her deeply, but she did not want to settle down. She worked as an assistant to a Senator and enjoyed the opulence that the job offered. The Senator worked with Omar. Brad found her with Omar. Brad went into a rage. Omar missed his meeting with the Senator. No one could find Omar. The local Sheriff's office searched for Omar. The FBI, and others, searched for Omar. But they could not find him. But Brad and his friends found Omar again, and again, and again, and again....

The Devil Takes the Bodies of dead women and girls just before they are buried. The "half-breed" Indians living over in Itawamba County in Mississippi are suspected. Most of the disappearances happened in that county and three in Monroe County. This is the story of the nineth, 10th and 11th incidents, which occurred in Lee County.