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A few clues: The artist lived in New
York and later moved to New Mexico.
The artist is known for painting
mountains and flowers.
PS. That's just me holding the
picture not the artist. If you
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There is a lot about her paintings
in my book three of the Realtor
Mystery series, The Ranch House
Heist.
Here's an excerpt related to the
artists paintings. It is when a US
marshal is investigating a murder
and missing pictures:
... "It was there I noticed we were
missing one person."
"Your unusual guest?" Roger
ventured.
"Absolutely," Debbie nodded.
"Naturally, I couldn't leave the
tour but I called security and told
them where we had stopped last and
where we were. They sent out a man
and found the guest plodding along
the road. He claimed he had been
overlooked and the bus left without
him."
"Possible," Roger said.
"Not likely," Debbie replied. "I
walk around the bus and call out to
load up when we leave each stop. I'm
the last one in and do a double
check look-around before we leave.
The only way someone could be missed
is if they were deliberately hiding
behind a bush for at least five or
more minutes.
"The other odd thing is later that
week, the same guard was checking
the (artist's name) house and
noticed the ladder had been moved.
When he checked on the roof, there
were large footprints as if a man
had climbed up and walked across the
roof."
"Sometimes visitors get hung up on a
particular famous person and want to
walk in their footsteps so to speak.
He could have just been weird,"
Roger said.
"That's true." Debbie said. "We have
had some weird guests over the
years. Still, another thing this guy
did was ask a lot of very technical
questions about (the artist's's
painting techniques. Then after
speaking with the artist who had him
in class, I felt it was beyond a
weird-guest situation, so I reported
it to the foundation. Naturally,
there was nothing criminal so it got
passed off as 'one of those
things.'"...
Now
that Netflix has created a Man Hunt
series about Eric Rudolph, get some
facts from someone who lived in the
area and followed the REAL story.
Even the news at the time presented
a different image of the bomber.
Does Netflix come any closer to
portraying Eric Rudolph? This book
will give you a look at the
little-known background that
produced Eric Rudolph.
Did you know he was not originally
from North Carolina?
Did you know his brother is gay and
Rudolph and his mother visited with
him in New York peacefully prior to
the bombings?
Did you know he had some college
education and read German
philosophy?
I lived in the area and followed as
a local. I spoke to people who knew
Eric Rudolph before he became the
bomber. I stood outside the little
jail in Murphy and waited for hours
to see him brought out and moved to
a more secure facility, I missed the
move by hours but experienced the
atmosphere of both supporters and
opponents. I shopped in the little
mall where he was finally captured.
I hiked in the Natahala Forest where
he hid out. I visited the small
school where he attended for a short
time.
I
wrote this book just after the
capture, faster than I had ever
written any other, because I wanted
to capture the mood of the time and
place.
No matter how unbiased an image of
Eric Rudolph I try to present based
on what people who knew him had to
say, this book is necessarily based
on much "hearsay." In all cases, I
have tried to substantiate things by
using more than one source.
Perhaps the most important thing I
want to make clear is my own beliefs
in this matter. On finding that I
was writing on Eric Rudolph, one
person asked me "Would you write
about him if his beliefs were the
opposite?"
The answer is decidedly "yes." In
actual fact, my personal beliefs do
not in any way coincide with those
supposedly espoused by Mr. Rudolph.
No. I am writing this book because
the contradictions in Eric Rudolph
are so glaring as to create a
character as complex as any
fictional hero or villain I could
create. His ability to evade the law
in such a way for over five years,
his unusual family background, the
many contradictions in his
personality and the polarization of
belief about him are all larger than
life. People either idolize him or
detest him. Few people are neutral
on the subject. I am trying to
provide an understanding of a man
who may see things very differently
from you or I. Unless you understand
all the characters in a play you
will not fully comprehend the story.
Think of it as the ultimate "reality
show." The events of his capture are
so unusual that if I created a
character like Jeff Postell in a
fictional novel, readers would
scoff.
Some cold cases touch closer to home
than others. For me, the Haleigh
Cummings case was that kind. I had lived
in Putnam County, Florida where it
happened not long before that. I was
familiar with the horror drugs can
create. I remember watching the
news on the morning of February 10, 2009
and hearing that a little five year old
girl had gone missing sometime during
the previous night in neighboring Putnam
County.
Ron
Cummings
Watching the interviews with the family
and the missing girl's father's 17 year
old girl friend, it screamed "Lies" and
"Drugs" loud and clear. The girlfriend
seemed still under the influence. Her
story had changed at least twice
already. The maternal grandfather was
accusing her on the air. More ominously,
he was using the past tense, "Haleigh
WAS..." The father was ranting.
The basic story was Misty Croslin, the
girlfriend was home with Haleigh and her
little brother the night of February
9th. The father, Ron Cummings, aged 25,
was at work. The first story Misty
Croslin told was that she awoke around
3am to use the bathroom. For some reason
she walked back to the guest bath rather
than the one adjourning the master
bedroom in the mobile home Ron was
renting.
Crystal
Sheffield, Haleigh's mother
The story changed to that she woke up to
get a drink when the police arrived.
When she either went to the bathroom or
got the drink of water, she saw the back
door propped open with a cinder-block
and Haleigh missing. When Ron
Cummings arrived home at 3:37, she
called the police to report the child
missing.
Cummings and his wife, Crystal
Sheffield. were divorced. Ronald had
gotten custody after Crystal failed
to appear at a hearing and had not
been keeping Haleigh's doctor's
appointments. She had also been
arrested for drug use. Both were
known drug users, but Ronald had a
job so the court ruled he was the
better custodial parent.
Another theory that floated around
was that Haleigh had been taken by
drug dealers that Ron owed money to
for drugs.
Misty Croslin family, from
left father Hank, mother
Lisa, brother Tommy
Greg Paige,
AKA White Boy Greg
As detectives searched and
investigated, they discovered Misty
Croslin had been on a drug and sex
binge with a mixed race drug dealer
known as White Boy Greg several days
before Haleigh went missing. Two
friends of her claimed she had been
at a party that night and one story
was that Haleigh had accidentally
gotten a drug and died of the
overdose. Misty insisted
she had been at home at the time of
the abduction.
Cousin
Joe Overstreet
Misty's brother Tommy Croslin claimed a
cousin of theirs, Joe Overstreet, who
was staying with another brother, Timmy
Croslin, had come to the house looking
for a shotgun Cummings was supposed to
have and was lending to him. When
Overstreet could not find the gun he got
furious and took Haleigh while Misty and
the other child, Junior cowered under
covers in another bed. In one version of
the story Tommy said he accompanied
Overstreet to the river where Overstreet
threw the child into the water tied with
an orange rope and weighted down with a
block.
Another story Tommy told was that
Haleigh had been thrown into a pond
near the house. Accusations were
tossed all around. One was that
Chrystal Sheffield took the child
because she could not pay back child
support she owned.
Police drained the pond and searched
the river but no body was found. It
might be noted the Saint Johns River
has many alligators in this area.
Cummings
and Misty Croslin married a few
weeks after the abduction. He and
his new bride appeared on nationwide
talk shows where he raved about
finding his beloved daughter.
Crystal Sheffield also appeared on
rival shows and both parties cast
suspicions on the other parent.
Crystal started a fund supposedly to
raise money for searching for
Haleigh but was later accused of
misusing the funds for personal
expenses. Shortly afterwards
Cummings and Misty were divorced.
Ron Cummings, Misty
Croslin-Cummings, Tommy Croslin, and
both Misty's parents are currently
in prison serving time for drug
trafficking and other drug related
charges as are several other members
of Ronald's family. Haleigh has
never been found and the case
remains technically open.
The Center for Missing and Exploited
Children had done age progression
photos. This is what she would have
looked like at twelve. She would be
17 now.
In my book, I have detectives Claire
Alexander and Jon Capono say what I
feel really happened to Haleigh, but
I would love to hear your opinions
in the comment box below.
Missing-Gone but not Forgotten
In
my book,
Missing--Gone but not Forgotten
I have fictionalized this case by using
different names and adding fictional
detectives. Other than that I had kept
to the facts as they were unraveled.
Here's an excerpt of the dialogue when
the detectives answered the missing
child 911 call:
Jon unsnapped his gun from its holster
but didn't remove it. Clair reached
toward the Colt Official Police Pistol
strapped at small of her back and nodded
at her partner to let him know she was
ready and prepared for anything. Jon
rapped hard on the door, "Sheriff's
Department responding to your call.
Please open the door."
When the
trailer became silent and the door swung open, Clair's
first thought was this was another child in the family.
The person standing in the doorway was about five foot
three or four, thin to the point of emaciated, with long
brown hair straggling in her face. She was wearing a
rumpled tee and a pair of skinny jeans and tennis shoes.
Her large blue eyes with a totally blank expression gave
the only hint that this was 17 year old Autumn Daily,
the person reporting the missing child. She looked like
she was stoned out of her mind on some strong chemicals.
Behind her loomed a man a bit
over six foot in his mid-twenties. He had dark short
hair, a small mustache and weighing about 160 with
enough muscle to take on either detective. His knuckles
were bloody as if he had been punching something, or
someone.He
clarified that by slamming his fist into the trailer's
side. "It's about damn time you get here. Some fucker
took my daughter! If I find 'em, I'll kill 'em so you
better get them first."
"Calm down, Mr. Shatner. We're
going to find whoever took your daughter but we need
some background "
Missing-Gone but not Forgotten is available as
an
ebook and an
audiobook.
Next stop you
will visit
Heidi Angell's Blog about Fionna
Johansson, the psychic who helps solve
cold cases. Johansson has had this gift
since she was a child and had helped
many police departments to solve cases
where there were no leads .
A few years back I discovered a
great new way to expand the audience
for my books.ACX, an
Amazon affiliate, offered me the
chance to have my books turned into
audio books read by a professional
narrator.
At
first I was skeptical. Were there
any catches? Any downside to this
venture? Well, yes. I had to sign
the rights over for seven years. But
was that really a downside? I had no
plans for those audio rights anyway.
Worst that could happen is I had no
sales and made no royalties. As
thighs were, I had no audio books
and thus already no royalties for
those rights. Farther, I had no
money to hire a narrator privately
and pay a huge fee. And if I did
where would I market them? So I took
the plunge.
For my first venture I usedKudzu,
one of my earlier novels that does
pretty well as a print book and as a
Kindle version. I looked for a great
female narrator who could do a
Georgia accent,Kudzuis
set in the north Georgia mountains
in the present and goes back to the
19th century as my protagonist reads
her Great-Grandmother Weezy's diary.
Especially for my characters in the
past, accent was important.
Now the way ACX works is you can
sign up for an exclusive so they
offer you books on Amazon.com,
Audible.com and Itunes. You can set
up, if the narrator is willing to
accept, a shared royalty plan where
each of you earns half of the
royalty paid on each sale. Lately
they have a new option where you pay
a little to help share the
narrator's production costs but it
is your choice.
I
was lucky enough to find a great
narrator that exceeded my
expectations, Lee Ann Howlett. The
experience went well and there were
some sales. So I added myLast
Stepto the queue.
Last Step was my first novel and
had done well. It even has a movie
made based on it. I asked Lee Ann to
narrate and she accepted. Last
Step was a difficult thriller that
had many different characters of
different races and backgrounds,
male and female, young and old.
It's set in Jacksonville, Florida
and deals with drug addiction. Some
of the realistic scenes portraying
life on the streets were not pretty.
Once again Lee Ann came through and
did a fantastic job.
By then I was sold on the idea. I
postedUnder a
Bloody Flagand
its sequel, Under a Black Flag.
These books are very heavily
researched historical novels. Under
a Bloody Flag begins in Kansas in
1858 when Kansas was still a
territory. It traces the roots of
the War Between the States and
continues until Kansas is ready to
be admitted to the Union as a Free
State.Under a Black
Flagpicks up then and
continues until about a year after
the war ends.
My
main characters are all have unique
accents. Daniel, is from Louisiana,
his half-brother and former slave,
Andre is able to switch from
speaking perfect English to slave
cabin slang at will, Becky, who
marries Daniel, is from
Massachusetts. You can see the
problem with fining a narrator for
these books just based on that.
Added to this is the fact that I
have tons of lesser characters, most
of them based on real people. The
accents here are literally all over
the world. A narrator here needed to
switch form General P.T. G
Beauregard to Harriett Tubman, from
General Ulysses Grant to General
Robert E. Lee. I have Creole
Frenchmen, Irish immigrants,
Scottish inventors and the list goes
on.
It took a while but finally I
came to an agreement with Samuel R.
Jones. He held up his end of the
game beautifully. His accents are so
accurate you feel you are listening
to the real historical character he
is narrating throughoutboth
books.. I was truly impressed by his
talent.
The
third book in the War in the West
series, For Want of a Ship
is now being narrated by Dr. Tony
E.Medlin. It's waiting approval form
ACX. I had
Missing-Gone but not Forgotten
done by Lee ann Howlett. It came out
great and is doing better than my
Kindle version. She recently
finished The Tenant from Hell and I
just got final approval on that
also. It already had a few sales
after just two days.
As you can tell, as an author, I
am happy with ACX. It opens up a
whole new audience for my books. For
readers, it offers a new experience.
Many people have spoken to me at
events where and told me how much
they like my book as an audio book.
Some were experiencing vision
problems and could no longer read
the printed books. Others like the
audio book experience as they travel
a lot and it is a easy way to listen
to their favorite books while they
drive.
Missing and Last Step:
A common bond
Looking at
similarities between my "Last Step"
and two of my new books,
Missing--Gone but not Forgotten and
The Tenant from Hell . Drugs are a
big part of all three. In Last Step,
the dead daughter is a young adult who
has become hooked on drugs. In
Missing-Gone but not Forgotten, Starr is
a young child, and it is the parents and
relatives who are involved with
driugs.Both are victims of drug abuse.
In The Tenant from Hell, the
focus is on those who profit from
selling dangerous drugs. Still this
leads to multiple deaths.
Here's a little about Last Step:
Vickie's daughter is dead. Just
one more dead druggie among the hundreds
that die each year in Jacksonville,
Florida's drug-infested slums. The
police aren't concerned about her
drug-related death.
VICKIE needs to know. Was it an
accidental overdose, or murder? To find
the answer, she must leave her safe life
behind and plunge into the terrors of
the drug culture. Will the search lead
her to love? Or will she end up on a
morgue slab, just one more casualty in
the war against drugs?
HANK His mistakes caused the death of
those he loved most. Drug addiction is
his sworn enemy. His chosen life has no
place in it for love until he meets
Vickie.
JOE His money and power haven't been
able to save his marriage or his son's
love. He seeks Vickie's love but what
are his secrets...
It's available as a spring, Ebook,
audiobook, and had been made into a
movie.
Here's a blurb Missing-Gone but not Forgotten
when Starr is reported
missing by her father and his
girlfriend, later wife, and still later
ex-wife:
Jon unsnapped his gun from its
holster but didn't remove it. Clair reached toward the
Colt Official Police Pistol strapped at small of her
back and nodded at her partner to let him know she was
ready and prepared for anything. Jon rapped hard on the
door, "Sheriff's Department responding to your call.
Please open the door."
When the trailer became silent
and the door swung open, Clair's first thought was this
was another child in the family. The person standing in
the doorway was about five foot three or four, thin to
the point of emaciated, with long brown hair straggling
in her face. She was wearing a rumpled tee and a pair of
skinny jeans and tennis shoes. Her large blue eyes with
a totally blank expression gave the only hint that this
was 17 year old Autumn Daily, the person reporting the
missing child. She looked like she was stoned out of her
mind on some strong chemicals.
Behind her loomed a man a bit
over six foot in his mid twenties. He had dark short
hair, a small mustache and weighing about 160 with
enough muscle to take on either detective. His knuckles
were bloody as if he had been punching something, or
someone.He
clarified that by slamming his fist into the trailer's
side. "It's about damn time you get here. Some fucker
took my daughter! If I find 'em, I'll kill 'em so you
better get them first."
"Calm down, Mr. Shatner. We're
going to find whoever took your daughter but we need
some background .
Here's a blurb from The Tenant from Hell.
I scooted over to it and lay still hardly daring to
breathe. I did remember to turn my phone off. It
wouldn't do to have it ring now.
It seemed like hours but I knew it was only minutes. I
heard Hiram's footsteps coming towards the bedroom. Then
I heard another set of footsteps coming from the front.
I could hear voices but not make out the words. They
sounded like two men arguing. I picked up a few words,
"Mess" or "meth," "Hank," "Chief," or maybe it was
"handkerchief." Then the unmistakable sound of a shot, a
thump, footsteps walking away, and a door slamming.
For a few more seconds I froze waiting for a shot to
pierce the ceiling and kill me. Reason kicked in. The
shooter had left. Whoever he shot might be bleeding to
death right under me. Even if it was Hiram, I had to
help. I pushed the ladder back down and descended. A man
lay face down on the floor. Blood was pooling.
Overcoming my fear, I tried to turn him, to see if there
was a pulse. Logic told me there would be none. There
was too much blood and it was coming from a very large
hole in his head.
I needed to call 911 but my purse with my phone was in
the attic. Before I could start back up, there was a
loud crash in front and a large deputy was pointing a
gun at me. "Hands up! Don't make any sudden moves."
These themes,
drugs, their users, dealers, and
innocent victims, run through all three
books.
It's like a
Battle
Lots of things are like battles
today. Writing a book is like
a battle. Writers need to make their
characters do what they want but
sometimes the characters rebel and
make the author do it their
way. Reading a book is an escape
from battling everyday trials.
Welcome to Katy's World. After the
past year, I think we all feel like
we are in the midst of a battle.
Reading is one way to escape the
frenzy. Pick up a good book and you
can be in a new world instantly. You
can go back in time as relive
history. You can go to imaginary
worlds. You can become so involved
in solving a mystery or finding a
killer you can forget your
present-day troubles.
Indie Book Store Owners: I have
marked many of my books down and
will give you an even better
discount when you purchase for your
stores.
To combat the battle fatigue here
are
a few free books to help. One
is the latest in my War in the West
series, For Want of a Ship. This
offer is only going to be available
for a limited time so act now.