This book is chilling. Kathryn Casey is such a great writer, my absolute favorite true-crime author. She details the relationship between Linda and her husband James Bergstrom from the beginning to the bitter end. Casey writes the story without deprecation or judgment but presents the facts in...
Another fascinating true story about yet another terrible Texan !! I found it one of the author's better ones for sure . What a piece of work Celeste was/is !!I've mentioned before Simon & Schuster's cover art never transfers across to e-devices which is annoying. Why can't they sort this out ?? ...
The second morning in Killdeer, except for the fact that I’d had a few hours sleep and breakfast, wasn’t any different from the first. Our only accomplishment: slowing the entire rail system in Texas to a crawl. At our little station alone, trains backed up fifty miles out of the terminal, waitin...
It wasn’t in the Tahoe or my purse. Squinting into the visor mirror, I ran my fingers through my frizzy mane a couple dozen times. My only tube of lipstick was used flat down, but I scraped it over my lips and turned them a faint but somewhat alluring Sunset Mauve. Then, driving to the office, I ...
Ken sat in a chair and talked to Tammey, who was torn up inside wondering if David murdered her friend. When she looked at David, she was struck by how calm he looked. His eyes, as they were the night before, looked clear, as if he’d hardly shed a tear. After David and Ken left, Evan came into th...
said Teresa Montoya, the owner of a hair salon housed in a downtown Houston office building. A shapely, motherly woman with a kind smile and long, highlighted, dark hair, Montoya paused for a moment, before continuing. “Ana was all dressed up, like she always was, in a long, flowing skirt, a sexy...
Mornings they slept, strewn about, fortifying themselves after a long night of partying. Late afternoons they stumbled into the kitchen in search of breakfast. Often they found little more than stale bread and sour milk. That summer, Susan thought little of food. She lived on her pills: the amphe...