By Michael Benson
<CENTER>A beautiful younger lady . . .
Denise Amber Lee used to be a 21-year-old fortunately married mom of 2 little boys. She had her complete existence sooner than her...until an interloper broke into her Florida domestic. inside of a couple of brief hours she used to be savagely terrorized, murdered, and buried bare in a shallow grave close to a desolate swamp.
<CENTER>A wicked KILLER . . .
Michael King, a 38-year-old out-of-work plumber, used to be a ticking time bomb. For years, associates known as the police on King, complaining that, between different issues, he'd thrown battery acid of their pool and slashed their tires. Denise's destiny used to be a ways worse. In a scary act of cruelty, King certain her with duct tape, raped her again and again, then shot her dead.
<CENTER>A TRAGIC FAILURE. . .
Incredibly, Denise controlled to name 911 twice in the course of her abduction. Eyewitnesses and her distraught husband also known as, yet a sluggish, inefficient method tragically failed her....
Read Online or Download A Killer's Touch PDF
Best true crime books
Whilst our bodies have been found in barrels in 1999, hidden inside of a financial institution vault in Snowtown in South Australia, Jeremy Pudney was once one of many first reporters at the scene. Now, utilizing his yearas of expertise as a police reporter for the Adelaide Advertiser and community Ten, Pudney items jointly the entire tale of the Snowtown murders.
While used to be the final time you learn a narrative approximately homicide and degradation that made you chortle out loud? whilst used to be the final time you learn anything that you simply needed to percentage with an individual and shortly had you interpreting passages aloud? while used to be the final time you learn whatever that used to be so startling that it made you're thinking that, "My God, not just am I no longer in Kansas anymore, I'm no longer even yes what planet I'm on!
A Survival advisor to Customs and Etiquette in Australia
A cherished movie comedienne who labored along the Marx Brothers, Laurel and Hardy, and dozens of others, Thelma Todd used to be an extraordinary Golden Age big name who effectively crossed over from silent motion pictures to talkies. This authoritative new biography lines Todd’s existence from a vivacious little lady who attempted to soothe her mom and dad’ grief over her brother’s loss of life, to an aspiring instructor grew to become reluctant attractiveness queen, to an outspoken motion picture starlet and restaurateur.
- Corruption and Organized Crime in Europe: Illegal partnerships
- The Corner: A Year in the Life of an Inner-City Neighbourhood
- Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith
- The Lost Painting: The Quest for a Caravaggio Masterpiece
Additional info for A Killer's Touch
All they had to sleuth with were the cell phone towers that handled the call. They knew she was close by. Precisely where remained a mystery. The name Michael Lee King meant nothing to either Denise’s father or husband. Nate was nearly overwhelmed by the randomness of the abduction. They didn’t know him at all, and yet this guy might’ve been stalking his wife for a long time, waiting for the right moment to snatch her away. Rick started making phone calls. He didn’t know what else to do. He called every cop he could think of, and the Latour Avenue scene became crowded with law-enforcement personnel.
A fifth mirror had once been mounted next to the others, but it had been removed. Its outline was still visible. A large painting of a reclining tiger was mounted on the opposite wall. There was light gray wall-to-wall carpeting throughout the house, and the walls were painted the color of eggshells. A broom rested against a corner of the foyer. Nearby were two pairs of sneakers—one size eleven and a half, one size twelve—and a pile of laundry, all clothes for an adult male. On the floor in a hallway, near the bathroom door, was a balled-up pair of jeans.
Toys were everywhere. On the floor, on the furniture, in the tub. One closet was filled to capacity with nothing but disposable diapers. Nate said there was no sign of theft, no sign of forced entry, but Denise’s keys were on the couch, another indication that she had left the house under duress. She left her purse behind—with her cell phone on. Women never leave their purse behind. That meant she either left on foot, or was in a car with someone else. “The only thing that isn’t normal is she isn’t here,” Lee said.