When a body is found buried beneath the cafe Tasha's parents used to own, the police start looking for a murderer...and their search leads them right to Tasha's father. Tasha's sure he didn't do it. but if he didn't, then who did? Tasha has to find out who the real killer is, but everywhere she turns she uncovers someone else with a secret to hide...
It was an 'open and shut' case. Hawley Harvey Crippen, an American quack doctor, had murdered his wife, the music hall performer Belle Elmore, and buried parts of her body in the coal cellar of their North London home. But by the time the remains were discovered he had fled the country with his mistress disguised as his son. After a thrilling chase across the ocean he was caught, returned to England, tried and hanged, remembered forever after as the quintessential domestic murderer. But if it was as straightforward as the prosecution alleged, why did he leave only some of the body in his house, when he had successfully disposed of the head, limbs and bones elsewhere? Why did he stick so doggedly to a plea of complete innocence, when he might have made a sympathetic case for manslaughter? Why did he make no effort to cover his tracks if he really had been planning a murder? These and other questions remained tantalising mysteries for almost a century, until new DNA tests conducted in America exploded everything we thought we knew for sure about the story. This book, the first to make full use of this astonishing new evidence, considers its implications for our understanding of the case, and suggests where the real truth might lie.
Yankee recipes, elderly quilters, Down East antiques--and a dead body--combine to make a cozy summer on a Maine island for young mother/minister's wife/sleuth Faith Fairchild.
This true crime saga—with an eccentric Southern backdrop—introduces the reader to the story of a murder in a crumbling Louisville mansion and the decades of secrets and corruption that live within the old house’s walls. On June 18, 2010, police discover a body buried in the wine cellar of a Victorian mansion in Old Louisville. James Carroll, shot and stabbed the year before, has lain for 7 months in a plastic storage bin—his temporary coffin. Homeowner Jeffrey Mundt and his boyfriend, Joseph Banis, point the finger at each other in what locals dub The Pink Triangle Murder. On the surface, this killing appears to be a crime of passion, a sordid love tryst gone wrong in a creepy old house. But as author David Dominé sits in on the trials, a deeper story emerges: the struggle between hope for a better future on the one hand and the privilege and power of the status quo on the other. As the court testimony devolves into he-said/he-said contradictions, David draws on the confidences of neighbors, drag queens, and other acquaintances within the city's vibrant LGBTQ community to piece together the details of the case. While uncovering the many past lives of the mansion itself, he enters a murky underworld of gossip, neighborhood scandal, and intrigue.
In Pro Femina, she writes: "From Sappho to myself, consider the fate of women. / How unworthy to discuss it! Like a noose ... / Juvenal set us apart in denouncing / our vices / Which had grown, in part, from / having been set apart: / Women abused their spouses, / cuckolded them, even plotted / To poison them ... "
Reeling from the loss of her mother, plagued with a bad case of writer's block (and don't even talk about those extra twenty pounds), Renata DeChavannes feels as though everything is just plain wrong. And that was before the tabloids caught her sweetheart, filmmaker Ferg Lauderdale, sharing an intimate squeeze with Hollywood's hottest young tamale. But the granddaughter of the formidable Honora DeChavannes possesses more hell than belle in her backbone—and she's about to reclaim it. Heading south to Honora's home on the Gulf Coast, Renata is determined to stop feeling like a wilted gardenia and emerge as the unstoppable kudzu her beloved grandmother proudly proclaimed she would be. But for that to happen Renata's got to face some not-so-genteel ghosts from her past, discover the truth about the mother she desperately misses, and make peace with the first man who abandoned her and broke her heart: her handsome and distant father.
The Twilight Zone meets H.R. Giger's Alien. One day your three cats disappear. The next day, your girlfriend. And you think something that's living in your basement killed them. A strange case lands on Lieutenant Flynn's desk, as he's assigned to investigate the disappearance of a couple and their three cats. It's as if they have vanished to thin air. A few years later, Detective Pete Alvarez investigates a gruesome death of an immigrant in the same house. Along with Detective Carter, they must uncover the truth behind the disappearance... but what they discover is evidence of something completely different. Do they dare go into the basement to confront it?