The Gory Details
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"Hey now, c’mon, get us out of here." Lacecraft pleaded through the barbed wire and chain link fence. Brooke and Hamilton went to the door of the cage and studied the heavy padlock that secured it into place. "There should be a ring of spare keys on the workbench." the girl told them. Brooke jogged across the room, past a stack of large, rectangular plastic containers; past a pyramid of wooden fruit crates; and began to dig through the piles of collected debris on the red, metal workbench. She went through and moved aside various guns, knives, coils of rope and string, pliers, handcuffs, tweezers, crowbars, clothing, pens, books, and a plethora of other objects that had been collected and piled over time. Realization struck her as she pushed aside a full tin of lighter fluid and picked up a heavy ring of keys. She turned slowly and let her eyes scan the room and her brain process the information it was receiving. Everyone was quiet. This was the place. This was where the children had been kept. And molested. And tortured. And murdered. And crated. This was the room that had become the final home for Jermol Freeland, Afrikaa Knox, Christopher J. Pendleton, Sarah Peterson, Paula Johnson, Emil Roth, Connie Bartholomew, Gina Brown, and Inez Martin. Their dungeon. Their prison. Their morgue. Brooke could almost feel their ghosts rubbing against her skin, wanting to use her legs to run, her lungs to scream. The voices of emotion and reason spoke to her as one and in unison. They told her to end this. They told her to put a bullet between the eyes of Delores Gift and anyone she was still associated with. They told her that tonight was the night. They told her to be strong and cunning and savage and merciless. Brooke looked to Hamilton and saw that he already knew what she had just figured out. He already understood. He motioned her towards him and she obeyed, walking on stiff legs. "I know" he said into her ear as she passed by him. "We are going to end this tonight" he continued. "I swear it." Brooke smiled. The voice of reason in her head and the voice of Chief of Detectives Milton Hamilton had begun to sound quite similar. She didn’t think it to be a mere coincidence.
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The environmentalist Brooke Lear . . . Her mentor, Chief of Detectives Milton Hamilton . . . Their project . . . Drain a secluded lake in a seemingly quiet town in upstate New York . . . To unearth nine homemade coffins. Nine coffins that contain the bodies of nine mutilated children. Teenagers who Brooke had once been acquainted with and who had been reported missing from two local juvenile detention centers. One of which Brooke herself had attended. Overwhelming evidence leads Det. Hamilton to a famous nearby bakery and its matronly owner. A bakery Brooke had worked for at one time in her youth, and a woman she had once been very close to. With too many personal coincidences for her to ignore, Brooke follows along as Hamilton infiltrates the secrets of the Flying Dutchman Bakery, and exposes a forty-year rampage of violence. Nine coffins. And nine young victims. Victims of torture. Victims of rape. Victims of murder. Victims of a woman Brooke once held dear, A woman she is, only now, learning the complete truth about. A terrifying and bone-chilling truth . . .
About the Author
A voracious reader from the time he was strong enough to lift a hardcover, Brian DuBois was inspired to write by the talents of Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Robert B. Parker, and James Patterson. For almost two decades, he has written everything from movie reviews to literary criticism. As a fiction writer, he creates original, vivid, believable characters (though somewhat eccentric and laughable) whom he then "strands" in fresh and inventive situations. DuBois’ goal is to allow these characters to drive his plot forward while he insures that his readers are constantly kept on the edges of their seats, and when they do finally catch their breath, begging for more. Brian DuBois worked as a waiter and bartender to pay for his education and ultimately graduated from Rutgers University-Camden in 1995 with a B.A. in English Language and Literature, and then from Rowan University in 1998 with a Certification in Secondary Education. He is currently teaching English and Creative Writing at Delsea Regional High School in Franklinville, New Jersey. He resides in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, with his wife, Randi, and their daughter, Hannah.