Every Move You Make

( 19 )


From the author of Perfect Poison and Lethal Guardian comes his most shocking true crime story to date: a tour-de-force of cop and serial killer becoming friends, and the thirteen-year odyssey between them to uncover the truth behind five grisly murders. A fine journalistic piece of work by one of the country's most esteemed experts on crime and murder, told in heart-thumping true-crime story-telling fashion, EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE explores the bizarre relationship between good and bad guy that is being billed as ...
See more details below
Paperback (Mass Market Paperback)
BN.com price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (14) from $2.28   
  • New (7) from $3.94   
  • Used (7) from $2.28   
Every Move You Make

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
BN.com price
(Save 13%)$5.20 List Price


From the author of Perfect Poison and Lethal Guardian comes his most shocking true crime story to date: a tour-de-force of cop and serial killer becoming friends, and the thirteen-year odyssey between them to uncover the truth behind five grisly murders. A fine journalistic piece of work by one of the country's most esteemed experts on crime and murder, told in heart-thumping true-crime story-telling fashion, EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE explores the bizarre relationship between good and bad guy that is being billed as "Catch Me If You Can" meets "Silence of the Lambs."


"Gary Evans was one of the most interesting criminal masterminds I have written about. The sheer intelligence and calculating nature he embodied will shock readers into, at times, sympathizing with him, almost finding themselves wanting to like him; while, at other times, hating what he allowed himself to become. He mastered not only the art of disguise and burglary, but exploiting people-especially females. The letters I uncovered between Evans and David 'Son of Sam' Berkowitz will give readers true insight into the mind of Son of Sam and why he committed such heinous acts of murder. To understand the relationship Evans had with James Horton, the cop who pursued-and, remarkably, befriended-him for thirteen years, one will walk in Horton's shoes and recognize that the one thing many career criminals as smart and malicious as Gary Evans cannot resist is the one thing that eventually brings them down: the female. How this story concludes-or does it, really?-is the most incredible and surprising ending in the history of true-crime story telling. I challenge anyone to tell me different."

Read More Show Less

What People Are Saying

Michael Baden
"Phelps is a first-rate investigator."
Dr., host of HBO's Autopsy, author of several books
Lowell Cauffiel
"Phelps is writing at a level rare in today's true crime genre . . . [utilizing] facts, insight and the other proven methods of journalistic leg work."
New York Times bestselling author
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786031764
  • Publisher: Kensington
  • Publication date: 2/1/2012
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 496
  • Sales rank: 417,800
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Investigative journalist M. William Phelps is the author of I’ll Be Watching You, If Looks Could Kill, Because You Loved Me, Murder in the Heartland, Perfect Poison, Lethal Guardian, Every Move You Make, and Sleep in Heavenly Peace. He has appeared on dozens of national radio and television programs, including Good Morning America, Court TV, The Discovery Channel, Geraldo at Large, and Montel Williams, and has consulted for the Showtime cable television series Dexter. He lives in a small Connecticut farming community with his wife and children.
Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt


By M. William Phelps


Copyright © 2005 M. William Phelps
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-7860-1695-7

Chapter One

What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think.... You will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude. -Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance (1841)

Friday, October 3, 1997, had been a hectic day for Caroline Parker, an unassuming, moderately attractive thirty-seven-year-old wife and mother of three. The following afternoon, at four o'clock, Caroline's sister was getting married. In what had been planned as a rather large family event through months of preparation, Caroline had a list of errands for her husband of almost four years, Tim Rysedorph, to run after he got off work.

For starters, Tim needed a haircut. Then he was supposed to get the family car washed, stop to buy a new suit and drop by Sam's Club to pick up a few last-minute items for the reception.

Tim had left work at noon; by 3:30 P.M. Caroline was seething with anxiety because she hadn't heard from him yet.

When it came down to it, Caroline really didn't have any reason to fuss. Whenever she needed help, she turned to Tim, who had turned thirty-nine back on June 2, and whatever it was she needed, Tim was usually right on top of it. Anyone who knew him, in fact, later recalled how he would go out of his way for Caroline whenever she snapped her fingers.

Tim met Caroline on June 21, 1983. A mutual friend, Michael Falco, who lived in the same Troy, New York, neighborhood where they had all grown up, introduced them. Caroline was in the process of going through a divorce. Tim, who had been living in a New Jersey hotel shortly before he'd moved back to Troy, shared an apartment in town with his boyhood friend Falco and another old friend of theirs, Gary Charles Evans, a well-known burglar.

Caroline grew up in the Lansingburg section of town, and had flirted with the prospect of singing in a band. Tim, whom family members and friends later described as a "gifted" drummer, was in a fairly successful bar band called the Realm. Because of "their mutual love for music," Caroline later told police, they hit it off immediately when she showed up one night to audition for a vacant singer's position in Tim's band. Although she never got the gig, they started dating about a week later.

Tim stood about five feet eight inches, 160 pounds. He had a noticeable receding hairline, the crown of his forehead big and round, with strands of dirt brown hair, like frayed rope, protruding down his shoulders. Friends said he was a casual, easygoing guy who liked to please people. Tim's band played regularly at bars and nightclubs in and around Albany, New York. Usually, on Friday and Saturday nights, he was off with the band making extra money while Caroline stayed home with their nine-year-old boy, Sean. Known as a "comical joker" by his coworkers, during the day Tim held down a job driving a recycling truck for BFI Waste Systems.

Life had been fair to Caroline and Tim. They seemed to be making a go of it. Yet, some would later question the strength of their marriage, saying Tim could "never do enough" for Caroline, who, for the most part, hadn't worked a steady job throughout 1997.

Before Tim took off for work on Friday morning, October 3, he read a note Caroline had left him the previous night on the kitchen counter. Mainly, it was a list of the errands he had to run before the big day on Saturday. Because of the shift Tim worked at BFI, Caroline later told police, they often communicated through notes.

During the first ten years they were together, Tim and Caroline lived in Mechanicville, New York, just outside Albany. After getting into some rather enormous financial problems in 1995, they rented a small, two-bedroom apartment in Saratoga Springs and had lived there ever since. About fifteen miles north of Albany, Saratoga Springs is, historically, known for what locals call its "healing waters." Part of the Hudson River Valley, the town boasts one of the oldest thoroughbred racetracks in America, Saratoga Raceway. Victorian houses and ancient apartment complexes line the streets, while Starbucks and Borders cater to the middle class.

Tim had worked at BFI since the fall of 1995. His shift was not what most Americans would jump at when looking for work. He was expected at the office at 5:00 A.M. on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and would get out at about 12:00 or 1:00 P.M. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, he worked from 6:00 A.M. to 2:00 P.M. If he ran behind because of traffic or inclement weather, he would have to stay for maybe an hour longer. Either way, he was generally home by no later than 4:00 P.M. on any given day.

Tim enjoyed the job and hours. Getting out early freed him up for rehearsal with the band Monkey Business he had been in for several years. On the days when he didn't have rehearsal, he would make time for family. When work was done, a coworker later said, Tim often headed home. He didn't run out like some of the other guys and "grab a beer or two and watch the game." He did his time at work and, while pursuing his dream of making it in the music business, rushed home to be with his family. On top of that, Sean was an avid soccer player and Tim rarely missed one of his games.

On Friday, before Tim left for work, after reading the note Caroline had left, he sat down at the kitchen table and dashed off a note to Sean. He told him to have a "great day in school." He wished him "luck" in his soccer game later that day, ending the brief note: Love, Dad.

Tim didn't mention why, but he wasn't going to make Sean's soccer game on Friday night. With the wedding one day away, perhaps he felt he had too many things to do after work. After all, what was one game? Caroline and Sean could count on one hand the number of games Tim had missed over the years.

Chapter Two

Throughout the day on Friday, October 3, Caroline Parker, perhaps overjoyed and anxiety-ridden over her sister's wedding the following day, left Tim numerous messages on his pager. Finally, at about 3:30 P.M., after not talking to her all day, Tim called home.

"I'm still running errands," he said. "I'll be home soon."

Caroline had spent the day sewing a comforter for her bed. It was a way, one would imagine, to burn off all that wedding stress. Tim had promised to bring home dinner.

At around 7:00 P.M., Caroline, wondering what she, Sean and Tim were going to have for dinner, paged Tim again and left another digital message.

What's for dinner? We're still waiting.

After thirty minutes went by, getting no response, Caroline ordered takeout from a deli up the road. She was getting upset because Tim wasn't home. The wedding was fewer than twenty-four hours away. She wondered if he had finished all the errands.

When Caroline and Sean finished dinner at 7:30, she paged him again.

Where are you? Call me ... [Caroline].

"Where are you?" was the first thing out of her mouth when Tim called a few minutes later. Her aggravation had now turned to anger.

"Listen-" Tim said before Caroline cut him off.

"Forget dinner. We already ate."

"I have a few more errands to run," he said. "I'll be home soon."

Before Caroline put Sean to bed at 9:30, she sent Tim another message.

I need to talk to you right now! Call me.

When Tim failed to call back, she dozed off while lying on the couch watching the nightly eleven o'clock news to see what kind of weather to expect for the wedding.

By 11:30, she woke up and, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, walked downstairs into the bedroom to see if Tim had come home yet.

Near midnight, she paged him.

Call me right away....

Tim called back immediately.

In what Caroline later described to police as a "broken call," she said she thought Tim had said he was "surrounded by the police," but the line had gone dead midway through the call. Later, when police asked her to describe the call a second time, she said she wasn't sure if she had been dreaming, watching something on television, or if it was, indeed, Tim.

After he told his wife he was surrounded by the police, Caroline recalled later, she said, "Now you won't be able to get a suit for the wedding." Then she said they argued about Tim's having to wear an old suit.

"That's the least of my worries," she thought Tim said before the line went dead again.

An hour later, at about 1:03 A.M. the following morning, as Caroline tossed and turned on the couch worrying not only about her sister's wedding but where in the hell her husband was, the phone rang.

"It's me, Caroline," Tim said.

"Where are you?"

"I'm in Latham. I'll be home in forty minutes."

* * *

A few hours after the sun broke over Tim Rysedorph and Caroline Parker's Regent Street apartment on October 4, 1997, Caroline woke up and immediately realized that Tim hadn't come home. After paging him-Where are you? Call me right now!-she walked up the stairs to the kitchen, made a pot of coffee, threw some laundry in the washing machine and tried to sort out what was going on.

With no response to her first page, she sent another.

Tim, please call me now.... I need to speak to you now....

Fifteen minutes later: Tim, Sean has a soccer game soon, he can't miss this one, too.

Sitting on the sofa, contemplating what to do next, the telephone startled her.


When she answered, all she could hear were "Touch-Tone noises," as if, she said later, "the call was being made from the outside. But I don't know why I thought this. I assumed it was Tim, and he sounded like he was out of breath ... that he was scared, or running."

That's when she said, "Tim? Tim? Is that you?"

Sean, who had been sleeping on the couch, got up when he heard his mother screaming and crying into the phone: "Tim? Tim? Speak to me?"

"Yes ...," the caller said quietly.

"Are you all right?"

"... call ... not working ... doesn't work" was all Caroline remembered hearing before the line went dead.

When that happened, she sent him another digital page. Tim, I couldn't make out anything you were saying.... Please call me.

For the next hour, Caroline paced in the living room ... waiting, wondering. In her heart, she felt something was wrong-terribly wrong. Tim was not in the business of running off without telling her. They'd had problems in the past and Tim had slept at a friend's apartment or his brother's house for the night, but this was different. They hadn't been fighting. Tim had promised to take care of several errands before the wedding.

Where the hell is he?

At some point before the wedding, after not hearing from Tim all morning, Caroline called her mother.

"Tim did not come home last night. He's missing. I can't find him."

"What? Caroline, are you-"

"Don't tell anyone in the family, Mom. I don't want to ruin the day."


While Caroline was putting the finishing touches on her makeup after talking to her mother, the phone rang. Nearly jumping out of her dress to reach for it, she said in desperation, "Hello ... hello?"

"Is Tim there?" a man's voice asked.

"Who is this?"


"Are you a good friend of Tim's?" Caroline couldn't recall anyone by the name of Lou that Tim had ever known.

"Yeah. I'm a friend. I work with Tim."

"Have you seen him lately ... Have you seen him"-Caroline was jumpy, frenzied, barely able to get the words out fast enough-"he's missing."

"I'm just returning his call; he left me a message."

Caroline couldn't handle it; she started to cry. "I'm sorry. I ... I ... We need to find him."

"Don't cry," Lou said. "Everything is going to be all right. I'll make some phone calls around town and see what I can find out."

"You will? Yes. Do that. Please."

"Maybe he's in a place where he can't call you?" "What ... where? What do you mean by that?"

"Maybe he got into trouble and got picked up and is in jail."

"I would have heard something."

"Not necessarily."

Confused, Caroline asked, "What do you mean?"

"Listen, don't worry. I will try to find out what's going on and call you back later." "Thanks."

Before Lou hung up, he had one last bit of advice.

"Maybe you should call the police."

Chapter Three

Minutes before Caroline left her apartment to make her sister's wedding on time, she phoned the Saratoga Springs Police Department (SSPD). Hysterical, she asked the officer who picked up if he could find out if Tim had been involved in an auto accident, or if he had been arrested.

"No, ma'am, I don't see anything," the cop said a few moments later.

At 1:42 P.M., Caroline sent Tim a message.

It's almost time to leave for the wedding, call now.

Two hours later, about twenty minutes before the wedding, she sent Tim one last message: Emergency with wife, call home right away.

Tim never called.

The wedding obviously turned out to be an uncomfortable affair for Caroline, but she had to attend, nonetheless. Her sister counted on her.

Minutes after the wedding, she called the state police, the sheriff 's department and the Colonie Police Department, a nearby town Tim occasionally frequented. She asked the same set of questions she had posed to the SSPD earlier.

At the urging of the Colonie Police Department, the SSPD sent a uniformed officer to interview Caroline and write up an official missing person report. The SSPD's initial thought was that the case would not amount to anything. So far, all they had was a husband missing fewer than twenty-four hours who had not shown up for his sister-in-law's wedding.

It was hardly enough to panic.

Ed Moore had been a detective with the SSPD for the past twenty years. Promoted to chief later in his career, Moore knew his business as a cop perhaps better than a lot of his colleagues, and relied, like most cops, on his instincts.

When Caroline got home from her sister's wedding early in the evening on October 4 and telephoned the SSPD, demanding it do something about what she insisted was her "missing husband," Moore heard what he later said was genuine pain and anguish in her voice.

Moore spoke to Caroline briefly, trying to reassure her that he was going to do everything he could to find her husband.

After hanging up, weighing what she had told him, taking the sincerity she had displayed into account, Moore told himself something wasn't right.


Excerpted from EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE by M. William Phelps Copyright © 2005 by M. William Phelps. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Read More Show Less


This incredible true story, which, in my opinion, includes the most shocking and surprising ending in the history of true crime story-telling, begins and ends at a section of the Hudson River near downtown Troy, New York. Because the Hudson, called "The River of Steep Hills" when adventurer and explorer Henry Hudson discovered it in 1609, plays such a figurative role in this story - as if it, too, is a character - I feel obligated to give you, the reader, a brief description of the river, the towns and cities along its banks where the book takes place, and the surge of crime that has infected the region throughout the years.

            Considering the role the river plays in this story, in a twist of irony only nature could invoke, the Hudson - three-hundred and fifteen miles of stunning waterway that empties into the Atlantic Ocean at the southern tip of Manhattan - is fed by Lake Tear of the Clouds, a body of water about the size of a football field, shaped like a teardrop, in the Adirondack Mountains. As one travels north from Manhattan along the Hudson's banks and into upstate New York, there are areas littered with debris: pieces of old Styrofoam cups that take decades, if not centuries, to decompose; beer bottles without labels floating aimlessly; used condoms; bits of newspapers and magazines; drift wood; and just about anything else the river decides to consume, or, inconsiderately, people discard. Along certain sections of the river, large, boulderlike rocks, sharp and jagged to the touch, are grouped together like swarms of gnats, the water crashing off of them as high and low tides rise and fall against the ebb and flow of the moon. The sand along the shore is like clay: gritty, the color of coffee. The water, in some areas, is as clear as cellophane straight down to the bottom, the pebbles and rocks on the riverbed floor staring up at you; while in others it is as murky as melted milk chocolate. In recent years, PCBs have been the hot topic of debate when communities along the river get together and talk about dredging the bottom to clean it up. Some say it will only stir up tons of poisons collected throughout the years, while others argue it is essential to the ecology and survival of the river's two hundred different species of fish.

            Located one-hundred and thirty-eight miles north of New York City and one hundred and forty-four miles west of Boston, Massachusetts, the city of Albany is not only the capital of New York, but the crossroads of the Northeast. Described as the "humblest city in the state," always taking a backseat to its more popular sibling, New York City, this industrial town of about 130,000 residents sits thirty feet above sea level, with the hum, serenity and mirrorlike reflection of the sky bouncing off the Hudson on its doorstep.

            Shortly after World War Two, Albany, the unassuming hub of New York's government, enjoyed its most populated era with about 140,000 residents. That number has declined some over the years as people have moved outward into the suburbs of the "Capital District" - Rensselaer County, Saratoga County, Schenectady County - which is about 800,000 people strong today.

            Metropolitan areas around the capital region include four central cities - Albany, Schenectady, Troy and Saratoga Springs - and are surrounded by dozens of suburban and rural communities. Interestingly, Chester A. Arthur, the twenty-first President of the United States, is buried in Albany. Up the road from Arthur's grave is the burial site of Erastus Corning, who sat in the Albany mayor's chair for an unprecedented forty-one years. William Kennedy, the acclaimed novelist, whose most esteemed books include Ironweed, Billy Phelan's Greatest Game and Legs - "the Albany trio"- writes of a fictional Albany, dark and unfashionable, during hardscrabble Depression-era times of the late '30s when the city was brimming with thieves, mobsters, union busters and murderers. In the popular film Ironweed, actor Jack Nicholson plays Francis Phelan, perhaps Kennedy's most famous creation. Phelan is a drunkard, an ex-baseball player turned gravedigger who bounces around Albany with his drinking partner, Helen, trying to figure out where he fits into society.

            Like a majority of its surrounding counties, Albany County has its lion's share of crime to contend with, and has, historically, been marred by the highest crime rates in the North Country. Between 1996 and 2000, for example, the county reported some fifty murders, which is rather low considering the population boom in the county during that same period. Rape is a crime that is hard to track because the numbers fluctuate so much from year to year - sixty-four rapes were reported in 1996, while, just a year later, the number doubled. By far, however, the most popular crimes in Albany County have always been burglary, robbery and aggravated assault. During that same five-year period - 1996-2000 - there were nearly 2,500 robberies and 4,000 reports of aggravated assault. Staggering numbers by any count.

            Under New York State penal code, robbery is the "forcible taking" of someone's possessions and/or cash - a convenience store or bank hold-up, for instance. Also under the robbery code is "taking from a person forcibly." Walking up to someone on the street, perhaps, and demanding their money or possessions.

            Burglary falls under three different degrees. Third-degree is "unlawfully entering a building and committing a crime therein." Second-degree is entering a "dwelling." First-degree involves breaking and entering someone's residence and forcibly taking a "person or thing."

            This story is about one of the Northeast's most prolific burglars - who authorities later discovered to be a serial murderer - and the cop who pursued (and befriended) him for thirteen years. Nothing in this book has been made up; every bit of dialogue, every circumstance and thought, and every single fact in this book is real. I conducted over one hundred and fifty hours' worth of interviews, studied thousands of pages of public records and had access to nearly one hundred letters written by Gary Charles Evans. That research, plus the scores of other documents, court records and interviews I used, have convinced me that this true-crime story is the most incredible you will likely ever read. There are events in this book that may be hard to believe; but trust me, I went through great pains to make sure it all happened.


Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4.5
( 19 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star


4 Star


3 Star


2 Star


1 Star


Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation


  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing all of 19 Customer Reviews
  • Posted January 16, 2009

    more from this reviewer


    If you're ready to listen to a true story that will have you double checking door and window locks, even looking under the bed, Every Move You Make is the book for you. The life of Gary C. Evans would be horrific enough if it were fiction but to know that it is true challenges description.<BR/><BR/> Much has been written and extensive research has been done in society's efforts to probe the mind of a psychopath. What could have happened to turn a human being into an amoral being? We might guess in the life of Evans. His parents, Flora Mae and Leroy, were alcoholics and abused the boy repeatedly. If he refused to eat something he did not like, he was tied to a chair and force fed then tossed into his room. He was beaten severely countless times. How can one assess the emotional and psychological damage this may have caused?<BR/><BR/> Whatever the case, his mother taught him to steal and he was an apt pupil. More clever than most thieves he planned his robberies but was caught several times and sent to prison. He was a deft liar, convincing enough to explain the disappearance of someone he had killed.<BR/><BR/> Friends? That word was not in his vocabulary as he murdered those who helped him steal. He killed without remorse, murdering the storekeepers from whom he stole.<BR/><BR/> At last, around 1985 New York State Police Senior Investigator James Horton became involved in one of the murder cases. He promised himself that he would somehow discover the truth about Evans and those who had been slain.<BR/><BR/> J. Charles is an estimable reader with some 40 years experience in professional theatre. He delivers a taut, chilling narration of an unthinkable true story.<BR/><BR/> - Gail Cooke

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2012

    What an exciting rollar coaster of a read!!

    I couldnt put this one down. At times I found myself rooting for the bad guy. Serious note, the reader really gets an inside the seedy underbelly and cut throat world of the criminals that make crime a way of life. I highly recommend.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2012


    This is my first Phelps book. I think it was well written and I enjoyed the book. Recommend it to anyone interested in true crime.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2007

    A reviewer

    it was a relly good book i could not but it down this is the first book i read from m.william phelps i hope too read many more from him

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2012


    This is the 7th book by Phelps ive read, excellent read..this book pulls you in where u feel u know the people in it. I feel so drawn to Jim lol

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 30, 2012

    Good read

    This was well written and a fast read

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2012

    Best i ever read!

    Read thiss three times over the years - incredible!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2013


    I really liked this book, it held my interest throughout. Probably one of my favorites thus far.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted February 1, 2013


    Great read. I highly recommend.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2014

    Love Phelps!

    Another good read by M.William Phelps!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2014


    Well done

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2014

    You can feel the compassion

    A dramatic look into a gripping story.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

Sort by: Showing all of 19 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)