First in a series–Inside The Mind Of A Serial Killer/Serial Kidnapper “Let’s keep our children safe and find the missing children whose voices cry in dark.”

Let’s teach our children how to recognize, through actions and voice, the mind of a serial killer or serial kidnapper. Unfortunately, so many children don’t walk willingly into these horrific situations. Telling your children, “Don’t talk to strangers,” or “Don’t get into anyone’s car you don’t know,” is great parenting, but no parent, no policeman, no individual can tell children how not to get abducted. The predators lie in wait, boldly overpower children in broad daylight, and devise criminal methods for stealing our most precious, most vulnerable children.  Let’s do all we can to stop these crimes and find the missing children still out there all over the world!

Copyrighted Excerpt from work-in-progress, publishing date March 21, 2014. This is a work of fiction with factual information. Proceeds will be donated to missing children advocate organizations

Jeremy hadn’t been his finest specimen. Yet, the reporters and journalists had given the kid so much attention, the cops were avid again. They’d just been giving up, the FBI fading into oblivion, when the Dayton/Montgomery County Police Department received another tip from … somewhere?

            Russo was obsessed with hacking the system and finding out the anonymous source, but this time all his genius and IT skills had produced nothin’ … nada … zip. It stuck in Russo’s craw and was driving him crazy!

            Oh, sure, the local and national news had played up all the gory, yet delicious, details of the headless horseman, seven-year-old Jeremy Manchester of Good Hope, Ohio. The police were all in a tizzy about finding the boy’s head. Almost as much trouble as the media were stirring up over that missing little girl, Clarissa.

            “Well, they can hav’her if they can fin’her or what’s left of her, heh,” Benny snorted. “Good luck and happy hunting!” Russo roared with laughter so loud the rafters shook. “No one to hear me out here—just the freezer-full of talkin’heads—kids and critters!” He took a gleeful spin on the bare wood floor, his arms lifted to the log beams overhead, his tongue trying to catch dust motes and sawdust.

(more to come in the series, “The Mind of a Serial Killer/Serial Kidnapper”

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