Rigor mortis had started. The partially stiffened body was pushed out the door into the night rain. Daybreak and ultimate discovery were hours away. ... Cook County was located in the northwest corner of the state. This was the Midwest, the Corn Belt, noted for fields of corn with some dairy cows thrown in, not dead girls along the highway. It was supposed to be a quiet farming community. Rosie wondered when the last homicide might have been. After all, she came here to get away from big city crime, drugs, and gangs, and so far except for one thing, separate from police work, she was pleased. ... “Looks like she was killed and her body dumped along the road. There are marks on both wrists like she’d been tied up. She really must have struggled because the rope or whatever held her really cut into her wrists. No identification on her, in fact, all her pockets were empty. She was about eighteen I’d guess and good looking, kind of boyish face with very short hair. Oh yeah, she wasn’t dressed for rainy weather, no jacket just a light shirt. And we had rain on and off all night.” ... Pete hung up the phone and looked over at Joe. “Well, that was the coroner. She was bound at the wrists and ankles and sexually molested a lot, looks like over a couple days and it was painful, almost like torture. Then she was suffocated. That’s all he has now but he will keep us posted and send a complete report right away with a follow up to fill in any missing things, like blood tests for drugs. That’s all he had. Guess we should call the Chief, huh?” Joe remarked, “Torture! What are we dealing with?” “Don’t know.” Pete replied as he started to dial the Chief’s number. ... The occasional crackle of thunder and flash of lighting were the only interruptions to the rain on the rooftop and the rhythmic beat of the wipers. The visibility at times was less than one hundred feet. Who would be out on a night like this? Almost no one, the driver certainly wouldn’t be out if there weren’t a very important delivery to make. The vehicle turned off the highway and onto a dirt road. It moved at a snail’s pace. The speedometer bounced around the ten MPH mark. After awhile the automatic shift was slipped from drive into neutral. The momentum of the vehicle carried it forward for a few seconds and then it came to a stop. As it stopped, simultaneously the headlights were turned off and the shift lever was put in the park position. All was still. Because of the cornfields on both sides of the road, no lights or houses could be seen. With the dashboard lights out there was total darkness. ‘Is this the best spot ever’, thought the driver, pausing a moment to relish in the serenity. With that, the motorist reached over and opened the passenger door. The interior light bulb had been removed so the vehicle remained in total darkness. With one big push, the body in the passenger seat tumbled out onto the shoulder of the road and rolled six feet into the ditch. A grin crossed the murderer’s face, as the door was pulled closed. Delivery completed. The killer cherished the moment, ‘another one gone. I did it!’ ... ‘Time to get back, have a nice hot shower, and watch some TV.’ Already forgotten were the events of the last four days including tonight, just like they never occurred. Sleep was restless, as it had been on many occasions. Dreams were not of the girl tonight; she had been quickly forgotten. This was of a time long ago. That same recurring nightmare ... Pat pleading ... then blood everywhere. I hate this place ... Why am I tied down...Help me... Help. ... That evening Joe spent his time driving the highways of Cook County trying to piece together the clues of Carol Burroughs’ murder. Many miles away, a girl lay helpless. “Eemmm, emmmm,” she murmured. With a gag in her mouth and her feet and arms tied it was the best she could do. She had just woken up and was trying to figure out how she ended up like this. She was gr
The 29th Infantry was on the front lines on D-Day, Battle of Normandy, and was the first division to cross the Elbe into Germany. When, on January 17, 1946, the 29th Infantry Division was deactivated, 28,776 soldiers had been killed, wounded, taken prisoner or missing. In September 1944, Joseph H. Ewing joined the famed 29th Infantry Division of the Maryland-Virginia National Guard as the unit was readying to storm the port city of Brest, France. In Germany, he led his rifle platoon in making an assault crossing of the Roer River at Julich, which led to the division’s drive on Munchen-Gladbach. During quiet periods on the Roer, Col. Ewing typed and edited a newspaper he titled Chin Strap. The scant-copy newspaper was circulated within the company and also caught the eye of battalion headquarters. The publication earned Col. Ewing the nicknames “Strap” and “The Strap.” At the end of World War II, Col. Ewing was assigned to Fort Meade and the War Department Historical Division in the Pentagon, and decided to author the official history of the 29th Division in World War II. This fascinating account of the division’s wartime history is the result of Col. Ewing’s combat experience and civilian career in journalism.
Reprint of the original. The publishing house Anatiposi publishes historical books as reprints. Due to their age, these books may have missing pages or inferior quality. Our aim is to preserve these books and make them available to the public so that they do not get lost.
Many documentaries, articles, museum exhibits, books, and movies have now treated what became known as the Tuskegee Experiment involving the black pilots who gained fame during World War II as the Tuskegee Airmen. Most of these works have focused on the training of Americas first black fighter pilots and their subsequent accomplishments during combat. This publication goes further, using captioned photographs to trace the airmen through the stages of training, deployment, and combat actions in North Africa, Italy, and Germany, in an attractive coffee-table-book format. Included for the first time are depictions of the critical support roles of doctors, nurses, mechanics, navigators, weathermen, parachute riggers, and other personnel, all of whom contributed to the airmens success, and many of whom went on to help complete the establishment of the 477th Composite Group. The authors have told, in pictures and words, the full story of the Tuskegee Airmen and the environments in which they lived, worked, played, fought, and sometimes died.
... collection of material" from "newspapers, legal records, letters, and diaries, contemporary" sources. Includes material on "Wild Bill Hickok, Bat Masterson, and Doc Holliday, and such locales as Abilene, Wichita, Caldwell, and Dodge City"--Back cover.
Once described as a place where God and man went fifty-fifty to produce perfection, Rock Springs Park remained a landmark along the Lincoln Highway in Chester until 1970. In its heyday, this panhandle playground captivated 20,000 visitors daily with attractions including the Worlds Greatest Scenic Railway, the Cyclone Roller Coaster, and a hand-carved 1927 Dentzel Carousel. Images of America: Rock Springs Park features over 200 rarely seen images and portrays the lifespan of the park from its history as Native American hunting grounds to its development as a local trolley park and full-fledged amusement park. The park hosted business and community picnic excursions and countless celebrity entertainers. Performer Bobby Vinton remembers the era of dances at the park as a very romantic time . . . almost like something in the movies. There was the carousel, the guys in white shoes and girls that were all dressed up with their crinoline skirts.
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