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Book : The I-5 Killer - Rule, Ann

Modelo 93441370
Fabricante o sello Berkley
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-Titulo Original : The I-5 Killer

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Berkley

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The terrifying true crime story of the I-5 serial killer from Ann Rule, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Stranger Beside Me. Randall Woodfield had it all. He was an award-winning student and star athlete. He was drafted by the Green Bay Packers to play in the NFL, and chosen by Playgirl as a centerfold candidate. Working in the swinging West Coast bar scene, he had his pick of willing sexual prospects. But Randall Woodfield wanted more than just sex. An appetite for unspeakable violent acts led him to cruise the I-5 highway through California, Oregon, and Washington, leaving a trail of victims along the way. As the list of his victims grew to a total of at least 44, the police faced the awesome challenge of catching and convicting a suspect who seemed too handsome and appealing to have committed such ugly crimes-crimes that filled every woman within his striking range with feat and horror.... Review Praise for Ann Rule“Rule has an instinct for suspense, knowing just what information to leak to the reader and when.”-The Washington Post Book World“A raw docudrama of almost unbelievable intensity.”-Booklist“A harrowing pathological portrait, a nearly unthinkable triple-murder plot, a hold-your-breath police procedural and a tale of dedication and compassion all superbly combined to produce the most riveting true-crime account since In Cold Blood.”-Kirkus Reviews“Excellent....One of the most detailed studies of a sociopath to dignify the true-crime circuit.”-The San Francisco Chronicle“A fascinating and grisly story...un-putdownable.”-New York Daily News“A good read....Rule springs surprises and revelations with a novelist’s skill.”-Seattle Times About the Author Ann Rule wrote thirty-five New York Times bestsellers. Her first bestseller was The Stranger Beside Me, about her personal relationship with infamous serial killer Ted Bundy. A former Seattle police officer, she used her firsthand expertise in all her books. For more than three decades, she was a powerful advocate for victims of violent crime. She lived near Seattle and passed away in 2015. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 Salem, Oregon, January 18, 1981, 21:45 hours. The big man ran fluidly and easily, an athletes effortless movement. Through the dark streets he ran, turning here, turning again, leaving the bleeding women behind him. The adrenaline hed always felt on the playing field when the pressure was on coursed full strength through his blood, making him feel as though he could run ten miles, twenty miles, without stopping. He could do anything! He had done it; he had orchestrated the whole scene to his own plan. He had found the girls there, just as if they were waiting for him, and he had made them do all the things he liked. He had humbled them, and toyed with them, and finally he had destroyed them. He felt as if he were the most powerful male who had ever lived; he was consumed with his own power. No woman would ever, ever control him again. The streets were so quiet, as quiet as death itself. No one had seen him. No one would ever know that he had been the one. It was cold, but he was perspiring, just the way he always did in sports. This was a kind of sport, if you looked at it from the proper perspective. Stalking the women, finding them, and then being so strong and confident that they obeyed his orders. But this game had been the best game so far; this was the first time he had killed women simply because they were female. Strangers. Nobodies. If they werent dead by now, they soon would be. They wouldnt tell on him the way girls always tattled. They could only lie there in pools of their own blood, silenced . . . punished. He allowed himself to stop running. He walked easily now, pulling his hood closer around his face. He felt invisible. He didnt even need to look away from the headlights that were bearing down on him. He was invisible. Salem, Oregon, Ja
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