Disclaimer from the Narrator — Speaker — Whatever: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Also, any relationships between consecutively narrated events are likewise purely coincidental; causality — either by natural or supernatural means — is in no way implied or intended to be construed by the percipient reader.
The fog was thick that morning as she maneuvered the old BMW on the winding road in the North Carolina mountains. It was one of those days you couldn't see the road in front of you and you had to drive using the fog line for direction, otherwise termed by the morning news as "No Visibility." As she made the last turn before descending down the drive to the Inn, the fog seemed to clear and she slid into the same old parking space underneath a tall oak tree. The car door creaked loudly as she began to open it, it's long cry into the damp morning as if it were screaming in arthritic pain in every joint of its aging frame. She stepped out and began walking down the hill towards the marina and the Inn.
One day, a Vienna Police officer, Boa invited his friend, Cathy to his office. Cathy is a psychologist and a psychiatrist. Later, Boa got a phone call and being told to be in charge of a case and Cathy is invited to go to the crime scene together.
Isolated- Chapter 1, Intro
A criminal lays beaten and bloodied, begging for mercy from an unknown attacker.
Criminal: P-please, stop. What do you want? The money? Take it! J-just leave me alone.
Mystery once abounded in the case of the “Boston Strangler” during the early 1960’s. Around the time of the crimes, authorities lacked any physical evidence linking the crime to Albert DeSalvo, the killer they ultimately convicted. He didn’t even fit the name. Monikers like “The Green Man” and “The Measuring Man” applied to him. So, there was still a cloud of uncertainty hanging over a case involving the deaths of thirteen women. Imagine the terror these women faced right before DeSalvo snuffed out their lives. DeSalvo’s level of irrationality must have been high. To not think about anything beyond extinguishing the very lives he held in his hands, made him an animal.
Sean Ellis - Trial 4
Netflix is currently airing a documentary called Trial 4 which is about a young black man named Sean Ellis from Boston, Massachusetts, who was wrongly convicted at the age of 19, of killing a police officer named Detective John Mulligan, a corrupt police officer who routinely ripped off black drug dealers. This tragedy occurred on September 22, 1993. Sean spent some 22 years in prison, more than half of his life, and this documentary sadly depicts how these tragic events unfolded.
It's been almost 5 months since Crissy has been seen alive. A couple of days before Thanksgiving 2020, Crissy's grief-stricken mother wrote me with a cry for help.
Past and Future: A Tango
She shifted on the sofa, settling her skirt over her knees, brushing imaginary lint from the dark linen to keep her hands busy. I sensed that it wasn’t every day that she invited strangers to her apartment for coffee. But her quip confession, “I never had any children,” took both of us by surprise, and as if it weren’t enough of a statement, she raised her chin in defiance, daring anyone to challenge her. But there was only an audience of one: me.
It all started when I was young. My parents split when I was 18 months old. My father was a drunk and an asshole to boot. My first experience with abuse was watching him fracture my mom's skull and jaw because she wanted to leave him.