This book is set in the decade of the seventies and is the fictional account of a resort town that is a thriving urban area in the middle of suburbia. This is a fictional account of the experiences of their police officers, their town, and the monster that is preying on the hapless young girls that come here to try to find direction and a new and better life.
The fictionalized accounts of some of the actual police calls will captivate you and bring you back to a slower more caring time in the shore areas history.
The subplot is a fictionalized account based on the life of an actual serial killer that prowled the Jersey Shore during that decade looking for and finding naive young girls and victimizing them. After his conviction the "Thrill Killer" as he was called said he had killed over 300 people. His brutality is only surpassed by his unquenching lust to painfully torture and destroy those luckless girls that are caught in his inescapable web.
Here are paragraphs from some of the stories:
"Angelo turned to the men, and signaled them to be ready. Joseph Richard became edgy when he saw the sergeant make the furtive motion. He began a loud sob, almost a cat’s screech that turned into a banshee yell, then, unexpectedly Sick Dick lunged at Angelo plunging the knife into his shoulder. Angelo pulled out his revolver, and shot six times into the lunatic’s chest. Joseph Richard backed away, yelled, and jumped again toward the sergeant, he stabbed the sergeant again. The Psycho plunged the knife into the top of Angelo’s chest just above the collar bone. J.W. pulled out his gun and fired once. The .357 magnum roared. The shot hit the raging psycho in the center of the chest, and the force of the bullet knocked the crazed man to the wall where he died, as he slid down to the floor, leaving a bloody mark on the wall. "
"J.W. crawled under the trim, into the dark damp pit that was under the porch, and shined his flashlight around. There in a shallow ditch almost in the center of the dark area under the porch, and J.W. could make out a small shape in the crevice. It looked like the shape of a little child. As he got closer he could see that the body was naked except for a tee shirt and her arms and legs were spread wide, like a child making an angel in the snow. Her head was turned to the side; her eyes were open and staring at J.W. in a peaceful but lifeless stare; they could no longer see. The officer crawled under the porch, and he reached over and felt the baby’s wrist. She had no pulse. His instinct was to drag her out and try to revive her, but his training told him not to ruin the crime scene. He could not risk it he would go with his instincts. . She still felt warm, and she deserved to have a chance to live. J.W. grabbed her arm, and carefully but quickly, dragged the poor child out to the sidewalk. He began Mouth to mouth in an attempt to revive her. "
"It was here that Richard killed the young girl. First he punched her hard in the face stunning her. Then, he shoved a small towel into her mouth as he taped her hands behind her back. He sexually assaulted her several times for the next few hours battering and slicing her with a pocket knife as the mood struck him. Finally, when he became bored, he ended her pain and terror by slitting her throat. He pulled the gag out of her mouth so he could hear the gurgle as her life drained from her body. He had loved the sounds of death."
"A little over an hour later, Richard was on his way home with a bag under his arm. He had a smile on his face and a song in his heart. He was actually happy. This girl had been just what he needed. She had offered him sex for one hundred dollars. Richard of course agreed gave her the money and took her under the boardwalk. For a half hour, he had tortured, raped, and sodomized this young girl. She had great stamina, he thought to himself. Even when he cut her throat, and pulled off the tape that covered her mouth so he could hear her death rattle, the girl was still strong enough to spit in his face. He loved the feisty ones. These were the ones with enough guts to live through the torture and become true lovers. He knew he shouldn’t but he took her head. He had to; she had been such a great lover. He carried it home in his doctor’s bag."