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The neck is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. It can be slashed, twisted, snapped, or held in a vise until the owner either passes out or asphyxiates. Darren Deon Vann learned a lot about anatomy while surfing the internet. He wasn’t all that smart, but he wasn’t the dullest quill on the porcupine, either.

Serial killer Martin Campbell has planted his seed within her now, one he hopes will grow stronger and be nurtured by her to it’s full maturity. She can feel it coursing through her veins like a runaway train, her adrenaline pumping now as well, as she descends the dirt path behind their condo and into the darkness of the ghostly tree line. He will follow close behind her - only to make sure she is an apt pupil - but not too close, doesn’t want to throw off her concentration. After tonight, though, she will be on her own.

He’s a cutter. He uses the knife and I’m the Thanksgiving turkey that needs to be carved. I have blood all down my arms and legs. He cut on my backside and if I get out of here I don’t know how I can explain those scars without having to tell how stupid I was to get in his car...says Tina, a victim of a serial killer who enjoys slowly torturing his victims. But what he doesn't know is, he has finally met his match.

With the mystery - and murder of Kyra Talbot - finally solved, Derrick and Linda are finally free to live happily ever after.

Unfortunately, even small towns - Vincennes included - eventually change, sometimes for the better, and other times, not so much. It's the natural order of things. Trees grow old and fall. Sidewalks split and crack and are replaced for public safety's sake. Old houses - and all the memories associated with them - are demolished and replaced with parking lots or duplexes. Even historical landmarks - Mother Nature, and Father Time having taken their toll - sadly, vanish - except for our own pictures and memories of them.

A centuries-old vampire is captured and tormented over his past, and it makes him realize how lonely and lovelorn he really is. He longed in his heart for the love of his Jezel, his sweet Jezel, whose sweet, dark soul was taken from her as she slept beside him, a wooden stake driven through her heart.

A centuries old vampire reflects back on his past - and looks forward to the future - with a sense of dread, knowing that no matter how much he tries to find true love, his soul mate, it will always end up the same: his blood lust will always prevail over love, the curse of being one of the undead...

Abby Williams and Libby German. Their voices have been silenced forever now, except for home videos or memories. Abby and Libby need a voice again, so now it is up to their families - and the rest if us who want justice for these girls - to create a new voice for them, to tell their story, and never stop our voices from speaking up until the man responsible is behind bars forever.

Georgie is unhappy, lonely, overweight young man who spends most of his spare time watching sci-fi movies and reading comic books. He has resigned himself to live this way, although it tends to be soul crushing. Then one night, as he is working the night shift at the Blue Moonlight drive in, a strange blue mist begins floating down from the night sky, landing on everything and making it sparkle like a sapphire. Beautiful, magic dust? He wonders.

Sampson Faith lay in the darkness of the motel room, his hands, arms, and torso smeared with dried blood. As he opened his eyes, his vision tunneled once more. He stared into the abyss and it stared back into him. He felt the hand of God within him for the first time in years...but it wasn't soon enough to save the life of his most recent victim.

Derrick, Luther, and Jenny go to the cemetery to lay a trap for the sheriff, only to watch in horror as the sheriff is dragged down into the darkness by vengeful ghosts.

Derrick, Linda, Luther, and Jenny go to the local cemetery to try and contact the restless spirit of Kyra Talbot to find out who her killer really was.

Derrick and Linda go to the sheriff's office to confront him about his possible involvement in the disappearances - and deaths - of young women over the last two decades - with disastrous results.

In the audiobook Criminal Activity in the Hoosier Heartland, author David Boyer offers up tales that have no happy endings, no Prince Charming or fairy-tale romances. Truth is much stranger than fiction, as these tales will prove beyond the shadow of a doubt. In the author's world, deep, dark secrets lie beneath the friendly, normal facade known as Knox County, Indiana.

A meeting of the minds is held at Derrick's place, with Lester, Lincoln, Luther, and Jenny in attendance. Before the night is over, Derrick realizes with terrifying clarity that Kyra Talbot's killer has still been on the loose all along - and it is a member of the local community that nobody would have ever suspected.

Even small towns can harbor big secrets. Jake Collins, the former Deputy Sheriff in Deadman's Gulch, Texas, knows this all too well.

I’m sitting in a rear corner booth in Bud’s tavern, a known haunt for the walking wounded where they are looking for love in all the wrong places. Under the crimson glare of the bar’s lights, I stare out at a sea of empty lives. Men and women searching for the momentary distraction of drunken comradery to numb themselves from the pain of their own reality. The décor reeks of a pervasive hopelessness that has settled even into the Formica tables; an air of desperation as thick as the spent Scotch fumes from the nearby table.

Billy saw the recipe book. With trembling hands, he opened it up to the first page, and it was for a chili recipe. As he read it, he had to stifle a scream in his throat, in fear of ending up like the people in the pictures. He sat there for a few moments, that seemed more like an eternity, his whole body shaking and sweat streaming down into his eyes. He felt bile coming up in his throat and had to force it back down, choking on it, as he thought, I used to love Grandma's chili. It was at that moment he realized his sweet little harmless but quite annoying Grandma was a cannibal.

The dog was so...huge. Byron Matthews had never seen a dog this big, not in all of his years at the animal shelter. It was so huge, menacing, and intimidating. But to Byron, the dog was so sweet, friendly, and lovable. But it was all an act, to gain Byron's trust. Act so sweet. Licking his fingers. Getting a taste for him.

The full moon rose up over the lake, its beams shining on the rippling waters and making them shine like hundreds of tiny little diamonds. Back in the shadows of the wood, beyond the tree line, a thousand tiny little eyes shined like liquid pools of blood in the moon's light show, resembling a thousand tiny Christmas tree ornaments.