Dig up the men who tried to dig up Lincoln. Mull over the Mad Gasser of Mattoon and the 1977 thunderbird infestation, from a safe distance. Watch in horror as one of the greatest maritime disasters in U.S. history occurs twenty feet from the banks of the Chicago River or follow the course of the blimp crash that convinced a downtown bank employee that it was raining hell. Try not to blink as towns washed away by floods and shrines covered over by condominiums are dragged back from the margins of history into the center of the page, where they belong. After all, reasons author Bryan Alaspa, if the pope was eager to stop by the House of Crosses during his visit to Chicago, surely it is worth a look. Just beware: a quick glance into this book and you might not look up until you've read the whole gripping and grin-inspiring collection.
The morning is shattered by screams for help. What the police find is the headless body of a young girl, violated, abandoned. So begins detective Louis Dillon’s descent into hell. Ten years later, an ambitious young reporter re-opens old wounds, and begins to dig into the case which has been left open deep within the police files. What he finds is a web of corruption and deceit that ascends to the highest levels. Before he can stop it, he and his family are pulled into the maelstrom. He finds that no one can escape the grasp that reaches from the grave. The grasp of The Vanished Child.
His name might not have the same notoriety that belonged to Al Capone or John Wayne Gacy, but Silas Jayne's life carved a similarly brutal arc through the Windy City's history. Even the mob was reluctant to compete with a man who burned his own horses alive for insurance money and ordered the assassination of his own brother in the same unhesitating fashion that he reportedly axed a flock of geese when he was six. Protected by bribery and intimidation, Jayne preyed on the innocence of the girls who took riding lessons in his stables and remained perversely untouched in the background of infamous Chicago crimes like the Schuessler-Peterson murders and the disappearance of candy heiress Helen Brach.
MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY, PLEASE HELP US!" Rig 42, the largest and most advanced oil rig the world has ever known, has just hit something. The airwaves fill with the sounds of screaming, terror, and torture, and then there is silence. Now, the biggest oil rig in the world sits quietly. But something evil has infiltrated the massive structure. The company is desperate to find out what's happened. A team of mercenaries and oil rig experts is dispatched to determine what the danger is and if it can be eliminated. They find that the rig hit something that had been buried for centuries...something older than evil itself...something that leaves only the unbearable screams of the tortured behind...something that hungers. It is a terror that can take any shape. It is a terror that will destroy a man's body and tear apart his soul.
His name might not have the same notoriety that belonged to Al Capone or John Wayne Gacy, but Silas Jayne's life carved a similarly brutal arc through the Windy City's history. Even the mob was reluctant to compete with a man who burned his own horses alive for insurance money and ordered the assassination of his own brother in the same unhesitating fashion that he reportedly axed a flock of geese when he was six. Protected by bribery and intimidation, Jayne preyed on the innocence of the girls who took riding lessons in his stables and remained perversely untouched in the background of infamous Chicago crimes like the Schuessler-Peterson murders and the disappearance of candy heiress Helen Brach.
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