Books In Sync announces True Crime Author Douglas Chandler Graham
About the author:
Douglas Chandler Graham grew up in rural Virginia near Lakeside Amusement Park. He worked the summer in the park at the age of twelve to eighteen when joined the U.S. Army Air Force. Honorably discharged from the army, he became a cop in the street in Roanoke, Virginia. Over the years he has been a bill collector, the seller, and postman. After the withdrawal of postal service, he became a certified private investigator and bodyguard. He lived in Florida since 2000.
Her first book â € ~ smoke and Murdersâ € ™ is a fictionalized story of the murder of Hodges family as found in the small town of Vinton, Virginia, August 29, 1994. Most characters are composites of people known to the author and, unless for the murders, most situations are made. Fascinated by the sequence of events as they unfolded, the author could not get the crime out of his mind, and over the years, Smoke Murders and evolved. Urged by family and friends to complete the story, the author hopes that it will arouse some interest in the true story of a man he believes was falsely convicted.
Smoke and Murders
by Douglas Chandler Graham
Book Excerpt:
Kenny was working patrol was Saturday night when he received a call from the dispatcher to check a disturbance in the fire. The Stoplight was a large redneck bar where many local punks drank beer, shot pool, and fought, usually in that order. It was unusual to receive calls there because the owner had what he called, â € œMy € security.â own
Security was a couple of Tough Guys one, a Vietnam veteran with mental illness who moonlighted from his regular work of post offices and the other just released from prison after fifteen expenditure years for manslaughter. He had beaten a man to death with his fists.
Both received blows up people, a fact not escaped Customer Stoplight unless they got too drunk to remember.
In addition to the beer joint, there were multiple motel rooms gradient at the rear. The owner, who was also the bartender, rooms rented by need. Someone find a compatible friend may need one for an hour or two, or someone might drink too much and realize that it shouldn € ™ t lead a much less frequent the hire by the hour, but he did occasionally.
This is where the problem was that on Saturday evening. Kenny parked the police car away from where any car could return if she left and went to the battered door Steel of the Stoplight. Before Kenny had reached the bar, the owner indicates that the problem was behind the building. He did not like cops in his bar. One thing that killed some, Itâ € ™ SA COP roaming around where people are on track to get drunk.
Kenny heard sounds of pigs and â € € œdamned copa and jokes about the future after someone, but he paid too little attention to them as could perhaps there would be no confrontation. It could take many of them drunk as they were, but it wasnâ € ™ t called here for. As much fun as he thought it may be, whatever the problem was, he was at the back Building. He opened the steel door opened wicked front foot with his left.
Bill Kenny walked on the left side of the building dirty white. Spots soot-stained walls down, where cars were backed parking near the building. The owner was finally set for parking blocks concrete, forming a bridge. This wasnâ € ™ t for ™ € customersâ convenience; blocks before parking had been installed, several customers had backed their car into the building and smashed the outer layer of blocks of cinder. Twilight one-to-dawn light the gravel lot entrance didnâ ™ € t make a lot of light. Kenni € ™ s flashlight shined on wine bottles, cans beer, beer bottles, snack bags, and even some clothing and shoes before they could see clearly motel rooms. One room had a light in it, so he headed for that. €
After the third time to get off Amanda, Adam knew he had better not push his luck for the time and he turned on Amanda's belly. He raised his hips until she was kneeling and elbows, forearms and hands flat on the bed next to his head. Adam looked at the beauty of her hips raised curve. Initially, it thought to go in the rosebud small brown was higher but he needed more time to prepare her for that. It was wet with saliva and its own slickness. He entered without the advice of one of them, and with a few quick strokes, he clenched his thighs with his hands as he held his breath until he can hold more, and then release, this indescribable feeling of space and time, and nothing, life or death, or heaven that is over too quickly. Adam fell on his body and collapsed on the bed on top of it. They both lay up their breathing became normal, without saying anything, enjoying the feeling of past sex and the perfect close to another man. The window air conditioner is not big enough for all activities and both shone with sweat. Adam put his clothes as he had taken off. Sticking his legs in underwear trousers and shoes, then got into his shirt was on the end of the bed. He didnâ ™ € t want to meet Brad returned home and the brightness sex, and smell, always on him. Adam hopes Amanda took a shower, but it was his problem. The two downstairs now, he quickly kissed Amanda on the lips. She was still naked with a handful of Kleenex held his crotch as he went out into the sweltering heat of the afternoon midterm. Several blocks from the house of Adam stopped at the first convenience store and bought a pack of twelve Milwaukee € ™ s Best. He decided he did everything he could for that day.
About the Author
William Potter attempted his first novel at age eleven when he scribbled a few lines about a giant rampaging crab. The teen years kept his imagination in a state of unrest and he used poetry to journal personal thoughts, achievements and events of those times. He returned to his love of storytelling in his twenties, writing numerous short stories; and now in his forties, has completed two full-length novel manuscripts.
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