Sheriff Penny Miller has come too far and lost too many friends to quit now. She and her companions have made it safely to Mountain Home, Idaho, the operation center of the three-person Enhanced Bioweapons Select Committee that controls the nation’s response to the zombie outbreak. Miller knows they are still funding the research that started the zombie apocalypse.
And Miller didn’t come to the home of the zombies to attend a church social. When Sheriff Miller stumbles across a homegrown militia whose leader shares her hatred of the Select Committee, she sees the opportunity she’s been waiting for. Together with Major McDivitt and his team, Sheriff Miller sets out to destroy the three committee members who have the most to gain from the spread of the zombie virus. One last mission should finish the job.
In 1927, a married railroad official and a woman caught in a forbidden relationship were found brutally murdered on a lonely road outside Birmingham, Alabama.
The killings of Auburn Moore and Ruby Thornton became known as the Tryst Murders, a sensational case filled with sex, scandal, fear, rumor, and public outrage.
But the story did not end with the murders.
As newspapers fed the frenzy and investigators chased conflicting theories, the case moved through the machinery of Jim Crow Alabama, where race, class, police power, political pressure, and public morality all shaped the search for someone to blame. At the center of what followed was Horace DeVaughn, the man whose conviction would lead him to Yellow Mama, Alabama’s newly built electric chair.
In The Alabama Tryst Murder Mystery, S. Thorne Harper looks beyond the headlines to examine the crime, the investigation, the shifting evidence, the press coverage, and the larger world that made the case possible. This is not a fast, flashy true crime retelling. It is a careful, deeply researched account of a double murder, a questionable prosecution, and a state eager to prove the power of its new instrument of death.
The result is a true crime history about more than who pulled the trigger. It is about how a violent event becomes an official story, and what that story can hide.
Praise for The Alabama Tryst Murder Mystery
“It would be accurate to say S. Thorne ‘Sam’ Harper has written a beautiful, well-researched book about Alabama’s first execution in the electric chair known as Yellow Mama. It would also be accurate to say he has, through the little known case of Horace DeVaughn, captured in dramatic detail the state’s century long love affair with death. I am, frankly, jealous.”
— John Archibald, author of Shaking the Gates of Hell and two-time winner of the Pulitzer Prize
More than just a year's worth of Sherlock-related reading, 52 Weeks—52 Sherlock Holmes Novels is a multi-personal look at fifty-two of the best Sherlockian pastiches. Each of the invited contributors, ranging from Sherlockian scholars to passionate devotees, have gone beyond the simple facts of plots and authors to give readers their personal insight or connection to their chosen novel.
In 52 Weeks—52 Sherlock Holmes Novels, fans of the world’s greatest detective, be they expert or novice, will find refreshingly original observations on established favorites as well as new contributions to the endlessly expanding Sherlockian universe. So settle in with whatever your version is of a comfortable armchair, a roaring fire, and a clay pipe filled with shag tobacco from a Persian slipper and lose yourself in the unique journey of 52 Weeks—52 Sherlock Holmes Novels.
Don't Believe Everything You Read On the Internet... Or Hear in a Courtroom
Courtrooms are supposed to be where truth comes out. But sometimes, trials look more like games, with lawyers using tricks to win instead of focusing on facts. The Skeptical Juror’s Handbook of Lawyers’ Dirty Tricks takes a clear, straightforward look at the strategies attorneys may use to confuse, distract, or mislead during a trial.
From jury selection to closing arguments, this handbook uncovers common tactics such as gaslighting, semantic wordplay, witness coaching, and even theatrical performances meant to sway opinion. It explains how evidence can be twisted, how reputations can be manipulated, and how both prosecution and defense may play fast and loose with the truth.
The book doesn’t just name the tricks—it shows them in action through real cases, where unusual defenses and outrageous claims shaped courtroom outcomes. Along the way, readers see how jurors are asked to cut through the noise and focus on facts.
Written in plain language with real-world examples, this handbook shines a light on the hidden maneuvers of the justice system. It is both a guide to understanding trials and a reminder of the vital role jurors play in protecting fairness and justice.
From the Low Countries comes a high-stakes collection of crime fiction.
In Dutch Treats, the shadows stretch long and the tension runs deep. This gripping collection brings together twenty-one stories by some of the most celebrated crime writers in The Netherlands and Flanders—authors whose names are household words in Europe and whose work has won top awards like Holland's Golden Noose and Belgium's Hercule Poirot Prize.
These stories are sharp, surprising, and expertly told. Each is a stand-alone mystery, translated with care by editor Josh Pachter, a well-known name in the world of short crime fiction. They explore everything from quiet deception to bold, dangerous choices—with characters who are clever, reckless ... and sometimes just unlucky.
This isn’t merely one more mystery collection. It’s a showcase of major talent, featuring heavy hitters like René Appel, Michael Berg, Dominique Biebau, Bavo Dhooge, Hilde Vandermeeren, and Marion Pauw, to name a few. Their stories have appeared in the world’s most respected mystery magazines, and now, for the first time, they’re gathered in one exciting volume.
For readers who enjoy clever plots, moody settings, and a fresh perspective on crime, Dutch Treats is an unforgettable read.
Learn how to spot the signs of truth—and deception.
Have you ever watched someone speak and thought, “Something feels off”? Whether you’re talking to a friend, watching a news interview, or trying to understand a high-profile case, this book gives you the tools to see what’s really going on.
In Uncover the Truth, Mike Ruggiero shares techniques he’s used throughout his 30-year career in law enforcement to evaluate body language and the way people speak. You’ll learn how small changes in posture, word choice, and even eye contact can reveal what someone might be hiding.
This book is filled with real examples—from major cases in Mike’s career to stories in the public eye. Step by step, he explains how to look for clues that often go unnoticed and how to make sense of them.
Whether you’re in law enforcement, work with people every day, or are simply curious about human behavior, these skills can help you better understand the world around you—and the people in it.
Collected within these pages you will find twelve masterful tales of ill-conceived notions and faulty assumptions from prolific Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine contributor David Dean.
A retired man with a mole-infested lawn decides a ferret is the obvious and nature-provided answer; an American prisoner in Mexico is offered a work-release program in which survival, not freedom, is the prize; and a travel agent discovers the consequences of blind love in Belize. These and other stories comprise the suspenseful tales that you will find within this collection. But remember—the wisdom of serpents is poison.
The Wisdom of Serpents and Other Stories of Tragic Misunderstandings is the second volume in the collected short fiction of David Dean, following Tomorrow’s Dead and Other Stories of Crime and Suspense.
Review of "The Mole" by Anne Van Doorn of the Netherlands:
BEST SHORT STORY OF THE WEEK Since 2016, I read a short story a day. My favorite read this week is “The Mole” by David Dean, published in his short-story collection The Wisdom of Serpents and Other Stories of Tragic Misunderstandings.
Moles are making a mess of Stivac's garden and that annoys the elderly man enormously. A few days ago, his foot sank into a mole run, causing him to fall. To end this predicament, Stivac buys a ferret. He hopes the little carnivore will hunt down the moles. But the ferret is not interested in moles. The next day, Stivac finds the ferret dead, and the neighbor's cat is resting contentedly near him. Three days later, the neighbor's cat is found dead—poisoned.
Over the years, David Dean has written stories about tragic misunderstandings and what they can lead to. "The Mole" is a fine example of what a writer can do with this appealing premise. In fact, all the characters have their own misconceptions, leading to a dramatic, tragic finale. A well thought out plot, masterfully executed.
Rumors rising out of the Yucatan jungle report healings and miracles attributed to a holy relic. Father Pablo Diego Corellas discovers that even his own parishioners are making secret pilgrimages to the decrepit plantation where it is held. There, Doña Josefa, a mysterious woman who is either mystic or mad, possesses an artifact that she claims is a fragment of the robe worn by Christ at his trial. Guarded by armed Mayan farmers, she holds sway over an ever-growing number of pilgrims desperate for the healing power of the Purple Robe.
Much against his own wishes, young Father Pablo is dispatched to the interior to investigate, while a police captain and a vacationing American couple make plans of their own for the robe. But when the relic is stolen, they soon discover that miracles have unforeseen consequences and that no one is beyond their reach.
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Charlotte Wilson is an investigative journalist reporting on a global pandemic that seems to have no identifiable cause. When she is contacted by the COO of a multinational biotech company claiming he has the answer to what’s making people sick, Charlotte and her producer Nick start dreaming of Pulitzers and national syndication.
But as she begins to uncover the truth, Charlotte discovers she is at the center of a conspiracy that is 12 years in the making, one that touches every part of her professional and personal life. Millions of lives depend on her breaking the news, but the story is so big, will anyone believe it? Charlotte may not live long enough to find out.
Steven Booth’s The Orchard is many things – an intriguing mystery, an intense suspense tale, a terrifyingly plausible bio-thriller – but overall it’s just plain great. Pick it up at your own risk. You’ll be in its grip from the first page to the last…and thinking about it long after you put it down.
—Steve Hockensmith, author the Holmes on the Range mysteries and The White Magic Five and Dime
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<h1 id='c6'><i>Chapter Five</i></h1>
<div>I sat down in the booth in the small café. I wondered how Nick had found this place. It was a fifties-style setup, with pictures of Elvis, Marilyn, and Ike everywhere. There were jukeboxes at the tables, and the booths looked like they were stripped directly from the interior of an old Corvette or Bel Air. I signaled the waitress, who wore a silly pink gingham outfit, a little pink hat, and an intense air of boredom. She also had the requisite facemask and gloves on, to try to stave off WBS. That this restaurant was even open was a bit of a miracle.</div>
<div class='indent'>After slopping coffee into our cups, the waitress wandered off to chat with a coworker, without even stopping to wipe up the splatter.</div>
<div class='indent'>“What’s so damned important that I had to fly thirteen hundred miles to Wisconsin to meet you in this dump? You said it was juicy. Come on, spill it.”</div>
<div class='indent'>He smiled, the big silly grin brightening his stubbly face.</div>
<div class='indent'>“Well?” I prompted.</div>
<div class='indent'>“It’s Verigro,” he said, as if that explained everything.</div>
<div class='indent'>I waited. He continued to smile. I opened a creamer and poured it slowly.</div>
<div class='indent'>“Aren’t you going to ask me about it?” he asked, the smile falling ever so slightly.</div>
<div class='indent'>“You’re getting to it, I’m sure.” I sipped my coffee. It tasted liked it had been burning for hours.</div>
<div class='indent'>Nick huffed. “You take all the fun out of things, you know that, Lotte?”</div>
<div class='indent'>I decided to take pity on him. “Okay, fine. Gee, Nick,” I said with mock enthusiasm, “what about Verigro?”</div>
<div class='indent'>The smile returned. “There’s something going on. Something big. Peter Youngs wants to talk to you.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“Who’s that?” I had never heard of him.</div>
<div class='indent'>“Oh, just the Chief Operating Officer.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“Hold on!” I said. Nick shushed me and looked around as if CNN was sitting on his shoulder. “Hold on,” I repeated, more softly this time. “The COO? Why the hell would he want to talk to us?”</div>
<div class='indent'>“No, not us. He wants to talk to you. Asked for you specifically. Wouldn’t say what it was. I doubt he wants to show you pictures from his last vacation.”</div>
<div class='indent'>I sat back in my seat, which made flatulent noises as I shifted. Verigro was the largest biotech firm in the country, maybe the world. It made Monsanto look like a high school chemistry class, and Du Pont look like a baking-soda volcano. If I remembered correctly, Peter Youngs was Verigro’s rising star. He was billed as young, brilliant, and powerful. If he had something to say, and he had to tell it to an investigative reporter from Seattle, it must be one hell of a scandal.</div>
<div class='indent'>“Do we have a meeting?” I asked, keeping my voice almost to a whisper.</div>
<div class='indent'>“About two hours from now. Some restaurant on Third Street. He originally suggested he meet you at Lake Park, but I told him it was too cloak and dagger.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“Did you do a background?”</div>
<div class='indent'>“Right here,” he said, handing over his portable. I paged through some basic stuff: Verigro’s history, its current stock price, its board of directors—and I stopped. Errol Foster—the owner of Foster Media Network, in other words, our boss—held a position on their board.</div>
<div class='indent'>“Did you see this?” I said, turning the portable so that he could look.</div>
<div class='indent'>“Yeah,” he said, nodding. The smile was plastered to his face again.</div>
<div class='indent'>“You know he’s going to go apeshit if he gets a hold of the fact that we are following this story.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“If it pans out, it’ll be the biggest scoop in years. He’s got to see that the story is better for the network than whatever he’s got invested in Verigro shares. He’s always been a health food kinda guy. Not exactly a biotech fanatic.” He took a sip of his coffee and lowered his eyes. “Besides,” he said into the cup, “you can always sweet-talk him into running it.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“Nick,” I said, raising my voice again, “I’ve told you before to drop it. Foster and I haven’t had anything to do with each other in years. I doubt I could sweet-talk him into checking his watch.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“All right,” he said. “I’m sorry.”</div>
<div class='indent'>I glowered at him, then went back to paging through Nick’s research. Verigro began as a participant in the Human Genome Project back in the 1990s. Fifteen years ago, they pioneered the technology for selective codon sequencing of DNA, which allowed them to write codons to order. They could now insert foreign genes precisely into the DNA sequence of nearly any organism and do it cheaply. If it came down to it, they could rewrite the entire genome of an organism from the files they had in their database. I kept waiting for them to start programming Tyrannosaurs, but that wasn’t the business they were in. They made transgenic foods—mostly crops, but some transgenic animals as well—economical and safe, with little chance of replicative fading. Verigro’s flagship product was BioStar, a gene from some unpronounceable thermophilic deep-sea bacteria which programs crops to stay fresh without refrigeration and maintain the nutritional value of foods after cooking. BioStar was hailed as a miracle, especially in third world counties. No more famine. Verigro was the hero of the biotech world.</div>
<div class='indent'>“You think it’s about BioStar?” I asked. The waitress approached to refill our coffee cups, and Nick leaned back in the booth as nonchalantly as he could muster.</div>
<div class='indent'>Once the waitress had retreated behind the counter, Nick moved forward again, conspiratorially. “Yeah, I do,” he said simply.</div>
<div class='indent'>I looked at him for a moment, trying to remember. “Isn’t their CEO running for Senate?”</div>
<div class='indent'>“Yeah, Jackie Hughes is the front-runner, and is supposed to win in a landslide.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“If we run this story, it will destroy Hughes’s political career.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“Yep,” Nick said.</div>
<div class='indent'>“Fuck,” I said quietly. If there was something wrong with BioStar, then this really was a Pulitzer waiting to happen.</div>
<div class='indent'>“I know the feeling,” Nick said.</div>
<div class='indent'>“The meeting’s in two hours you said?”</div>
<div class='indent'>“Yeah. Macchione’s Italian Garden. Just you two.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“But you got us a truck, right? In case he wants to talk on the record?”</div>
<div class='indent'>“No. No truck. We’re flying under the radar on this one.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“What do you mean, no truck? Didn’t you get this cleared with Jared?” Jared was our news director in Seattle.</div>
<div class='indent'>“Nope. I wanted to see what we had before I stuck our necks out. There is a small but real chance that Youngs just wants to air some corporate dirty laundry.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“You unmitigated ass,” I said, and I meant it. “Your plan was to get the story, then have me use my feminine wiles to persuade Foster to run a piece that could possibly cost him several million dollars in stock? Is that about right?”</div>
<div class='indent'>“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed off.</div>
<div class='indent'>“You have to tell Jared. Call him right now!” I commanded.</div>
<div class='indent'>“Look, Lotte. I’m the producer. This is my call. If we screw up, it will be my ass, not yours. You have to trust me, okay?”</div>
<div class='indent'>I sighed. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “I do trust you, Nick. But this is crazy, even for you.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, the smile returning.</div>
<div class='indent'>“Did you at least get me a hotel room? I’ll need to freshen up before I meet with Youngs.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“Next door.” I looked out the window to see a large, modern-looking hotel. “Parking’s underground. The key is waiting at the front desk. I brought you a suit. It’s in your room.”</div>
<div class='indent'>“At least you did something right,” I grumbled.</div>
<div class='indent'>“I heard that,” Nick said sweetly.</div>
<div class='indent'>I headed for my car with visions of a shower and a quick nap in my future.</div>
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1913. Veteran Jim Bishop takes a job with a motion picture company that is filming a movie based on a famous western gunfight. As the filming proceeds, Jim begins to wonder what really happened in Contention City, Arizona, those thirty-three years ago.
1880. In the actual Contention City, Sheriff Lon Dayton is contacted by the notorious Dutch Bascom regarding the territorial governor’s proclamation of amnesty for Bascom and his gang. Dayton has no choice but to walk the tightrope balancing the alleged intentions of the outlaws against the promises of the unscrupulous politicians and railroad men who claim to be in favor of the outlaw’s surrender. But are they really?
On a gray winter day in 1958, the body of a man washes up on Santa Barbara’s breakwater. He has wounds much like those of the crucified Christ. Trevor Westin, a young writer with deep family connections to the city, sees murder where the local press and powers that be see only a simple case of drowning. Trevor goes on a dangerous search for answers. Along the way he will cross paths with beatniks, beach bums, Aldous Huxley, Dennis Hopper, and agents from the CIA. He will also be introduced to the brave new world of hallucinogenic drugs. Meanwhile, off the coast of Santa Barbara, at the bottom of the sea . . .
Patricia Peck was the ninth of nine children, in a house that looked, from the outside, like a wonderful family.
It wasn’t. But this isn’t a book about what happened to her. It’s a book about what she did after.
Story by story—not in order, because her life never came in order—Pivotal Moments follows Patricia from a childhood she spent decades learning to survive into a life she never could have planned: skydiving at retirement age, riding a zipline through fear she named out loud, taking a “mystery trip” with no destination because she trusted she’d know when to stop, and sitting beside her husband of more than forty years as he told her, gently, that he wasn’t going home.
These are true stories about what happens when a woman finally stops waiting to feel ready and starts trusting the next right step—even when the next right step looks like jumping out of a plane.
If you’ve ever needed proof that a hard beginning doesn’t get the last word, Patricia Peck has spent eighty-three years collecting it.
When seventeen-year-old Usaré García slips away from her high school dance, no one expects the night to end in murder.
Her body is found across campus, and the investigation quickly reaches far beyond one student, one suspect, or one bad decision. Street gangs, racial tensions, hidden relationships, and old loyalties all begin to surface inside the school’s tightly wound world.
Enrique Tavish is not a detective. He is a school administrator who knows the south side, understands the advantages of passing easily through white spaces, and has spent years trying to keep his own hungers and anger under control. But when Usaré’s death exposes a web of deception around students, staff, gangs, and police, Tavish cannot stay safely on the sidelines.
His focus turns to Los Levantes, a street gang with cartel connections, but the deeper he pushes, the more dangerous the case becomes. Soon Tavish’s family is threatened, the police are questioning his methods, and justice begins to look less like a clean answer than a personal reckoning.
Ways to Be Wicked is a dark crime thriller about murder, identity, temptation, and the dangerous line between conscience and revenge.
Market Like It’s 1999 is a practical guide for authors, artists, and entrepreneurs who are tired of chasing algorithms and marketing trends that never seem to stick.
Instead of offering hacks or shortcuts, this book returns to fundamentals that worked long before social media dashboards and automation tools took over. It explains why marketing often feels uncomfortable, confusing, or fake—and how to replace that feeling with clarity.
At the center of the book is a simple but powerful question: What business are you really in? Not what product is being sold, but what problem is being solved. By answering that question clearly, marketing becomes less about performance and more about connection.
Through practical examples and straightforward language, the book shows how testing ideas, recognizing real signals, and showing up consistently in the right places can build trust over time. Phones, email, websites, live rooms, and modern tools all still work—when they are used to support real contact instead of replace it.
This is not a promise of overnight success. It is a framework for sustainable visibility. The focus is on steady presence, clear communication, and building something that lasts without burning out or losing integrity.
For creatives and business owners who want marketing to feel honest again, this book offers a durable path forward.
Up-and-coming Amsterdam lawyer David Driessen thinks he’s hit the jackpot when a wealthy client showers him with praise, glamour, and plenty of money. But David learns far too late that every gift from the shady realtor comes with a catch—and a price tag. As his gambling addiction, his constant need for cash, and his wife’s infidelities combine to drag him deeper and deeper into his client’s twisted world of money and despair, David struggles to stay ahead of it all… before his time runs out.
In The Amsterdam Lawyer, René Appel—two-time winner of the Golden Noose, the Netherlands’ equivalent of the Mystery Writers of America’s Edgar Allan Poe Award—once again demonstrates the skill that led leading Dutch daily newspaper Algemeen Dagblad to proclaim him “the godfather of the Dutch psychological thriller.”
“A fascinating novel, bubbling over with greed, mistrust, and ruthlessness.” Gijs Korevaar, Algemeen Dagblad
"René Appel is a first-rate Dutch crime writer. The Amsterdam Lawyer is a compelling and twisted legal thriller, the first of what will hopefully be many of his books to appear in English." Steve Steinbock, reviewer for Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine
The Amsterdam Lawyer is translated from the Dutch by Josh Pachter.
In this new collection, David Dean—Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine’s longtime favorite author—brings you the Edgar Award nominated “Tomorrow’s Dead,” along with ten other short stories of crime and suspense. This master of short fiction has entertained readers for decades with his suspenseful stories, and for the first time ever you can read them back-to-back.
Tomorrow’s Dead and Other Stories of Crime and Suspense takes the reader through mysterious misdeeds that will bring you to the edge of your seat… or have you hiding under your covers. In these arresting short stories, David Dean’s characters find themselves in sticky, often illegal, situations that shift at every turn. From the chief of police being blamed for a series of murders to long lost siblings on quests for revenge, these stories will leave you wanting more. Luckily, the next Collection is on its way soon!