Never See Them Again

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"One of our most engaging crime journalists." –Katherine Ramsland

In the summer of 2003, the Houston suburb of Clear Lake, Texas, was devastated when four young residents were viciously slain. The two female victims were just eighteen-years-old, popular and beloved--but when a killer came knocking, it turned out to be someone they knew all too well. . ..Seventeen-year-old Christine Paolilla was an awkward outsider--until the girls befriended her. In this gripping true story, M. William Phelps delves into the ...

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Overview

"One of our most engaging crime journalists." –Katherine Ramsland

In the summer of 2003, the Houston suburb of Clear Lake, Texas, was devastated when four young residents were viciously slain. The two female victims were just eighteen-years-old, popular and beloved--but when a killer came knocking, it turned out to be someone they knew all too well. . ..Seventeen-year-old Christine Paolilla was an awkward outsider--until the girls befriended her. In this gripping true story, M. William Phelps delves into the heart of a baffling mystery to get to the truth of an act so brutal it could not be understood--until now.

"Phelps is the Harlan Coben of real-life thrillers." –Allison Brennan

"The best true-crime writer to come along in years." –Gregg Olsen

Praise for M. William Phelps

"Phelps ratchets up the dramatic tension." –Stephen Singular

"One of America's finest true-crime writers." –Vincent Bugliosi

"Phelps creates a vivid portrait." –Publishers Weekly

Includes 16 Pages Of Dramatic Photos

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George Koloroutis felt compelled by the extreme urgency that only a victim's parent can feel. His eighteen-year-old daughter Rachel had been cut down in a 2003 Houston suburb slaughter that left three and three other talented young people dead. For years, her father investigated the case even as police were following their own leads. Relentlessly pursuing local punks and neighborhood rumors, he narrowed his search to two people, a mysterious boy named Chris and Christine, a high school friend of the victims. As Koloroutis and author M. Williams Phelps tracked the story further, they uncovered a disturbing story of drug madness, sudden violence, and betrayal. (P.S. This is an author to watch: He has been described already as "the next Anne Rice" and "the best true crime writer to come along in years.")

Jules Herbert

Library Journal
Dexter consultant and prolific true-crime writer Phelps (Love Her to Death) recounts the 2003 quadruple murder in Clear Lake, TX, that shocked the community. The victims were teenagers from good families, the murders were committed in a well-manicured neighborhood in a nice suburban town, the shooting was extremely violent, and three long years went by before an anonymous tip led the police to the perpetrators. Through Phelps's investigative journalism, the reader goes along on the emotionally turbulent ride of the victims' families, who suffered through anguish, heartbreak, and fear. Readers also observe the dedication of the detectives on the case and their efforts following scores of false leads without enough resources and support, and they hear of the killers' lives before and after the murders. VERDICT Phelps clearly shows how the ugliest crimes can take place in the quietest of suburbs. An unblinking account of how four American teenagers lost their lives in the most violent way, how their families have suffered, and how an unlikely individual was responsible for causing this terrible crime.—Krista Bush, Shelton Public Sch. Lib., CT
Kirkus Reviews
Thorough account of a quadruple murder in a Houston suburb in 2003. Veteran true-crime author Phelps (Kill for Me, 2010, etc.) chronicles the story of the killing, which took place inside a home on a usually peaceful street, of best friends Tiffany Rowell and Rachael Koloroutis, both 18; Tiffany's boyfriend Marcus Precella, 19; and Marcus' cousin Adelbert Nicholas Sánchez, 21. For more than two years, Houston police and related law-enforcement agencies seemed stumped by the crime, and it took three years from the day of the slaughter to publicly identify two suspects. Two Houston homicide detectives provide the focal point for Phelps, with numerous other law-enforcement officers entering and leaving the narrative. The author is respectful of the police, never suggesting they are incompetent, but he points out shortcomings of the investigation with admirable detail. The book is primarily a police procedural, but it is also a tribute to the four murder victims. Readers completely unaware of the case will begin to suspect the identity of the murderers, despite numerous other persons of interest as the police pursue a theory of a drug deal gone bad. Illegal drugs were important in the case but not the key to finding the perpetrators. Phelps explains how police, despite their diligence and compassion, might never have found the murderers without guidance from calls to a crime-solving hotline. After police began seeking one suspect, he committed suicide before apprehension. The author one faced trial, which Phelps reports in unimaginative, sometimes overwhelming detail. A jury found her guilty quickly, and she received a life sentence with the possibility of parole. A thoroughly reported procedural too much repetition and heavy-handed foreshadowing.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786024865
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 9/4/2012
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 302,377
  • Product dimensions: 4.35 (w) x 6.74 (h) x 1.19 (d)

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NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN


By M. WILLIAM PHELPS

KENSINGTON BOOKS

Copyright © 2012 M. William Phelps
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-7338-3


Chapter One

It was just after six o'clock on the evening of July 18, 2003. For the past ninety minutes, eighteen-year-old Brittney Vikko (pseudonym) had been calling Tiffany Rowell, one of her BFFs since middle school. Something was wrong, Brittney felt. She kept dialing Tiffany's number, but there was no response.

Brittney had spoken to Tiffany's boyfriend of several years, Marcus Precella, earlier that day, after Marcus had answered Tiffany's cell phone.

"She's in the bathroom," Marcus said. It was close to three o'clock then.

"I'll call back," Brittney told him.

Thirty minutes later, Brittney started phoning her friend again.

But no one—not even Marcus—picked up.

"I was in the area, so I drove over to Tiffany's house," Brittney recalled later. Brittney's boyfriend, her nephew, and her boyfriend's cousin went with her.

Brittney drove. They stopped at a McDonald's after leaving an appointment Brittney had downtown at 4:10 P.M. A few minutes after six, Brittney pulled into Tiffany Rowell's driveway in the stylish suburban neighborhood of Millbridge Drive, Clear Lake City, Texas, and noticed immediately that Marcus's and Tiffany's vehicles were there. Tiffany's truck was parked in front of the house; its back wheel up on top of the curb. Marcus's car was positioned next to the garage.

Why aren't they answering their phones?

Brittney pulled in behind Marcus's car.

Odd, she thought, looking at both vehicles. They must be here....

Brittney got out and rang the doorbell.

No answer.

She rang it again.

Not a peep from inside the house.

She knocked. Then she tried to look through a nearby window, cupping both hands over the sides of her eyes to block the light.

But again, no movement or sound from anyone inside.

Brittney kept banging, harder and louder, eventually forcing the unlocked door to creak open.

Brittney's boyfriend and the others watched from inside Brittney's vehicle as she slowly walked into the house.

"Tiff? Y'here?"

Something seemed peculiar about the situation. It was eerily quiet inside the house. There was a steely, metallic smell in the air.

The door left unlocked and open? Both cars in the driveway and no one around? It was so unlike Tiffany.

Where was everyone?

Brittney walked through a short foyer before entering the sunken living room.

She took five steps. Then found herself standing and staring at a scene that, at first, didn't register.

As Brittney's boyfriend got out of her vehicle, he watched Brittney run like hell back out the same doorway she had just walked through.

Brittney Vikko was screaming, with a look of terror on her face.

"Call the cops!"

Out of breath, approaching her boyfriend, who was now looking toward the house, Brittney yelled again. "Call ... the ... cops!" She was hysterical.

Her boyfriend walked up to the doorway and approached the inside of the house.

Then he came barreling out of the same doorway, screaming.

Brittney was on the ground by then, crying, smashing her fists into the grass. Her boyfriend noticed a neighbor across the street talking on his cell phone. So he ran toward the guy, yelling, "Call the police! Call the police!"

The man dialed 911.

"There was blood everywhere," Brittney's boyfriend later said, describing what he had seen inside Tiffany Rowell's house.

Chapter Two

It happens when life seems arrested by adolescence. Just out of high school, you're still running on a full tank of teen angst. To think about college seems, well, overwhelming—so far in the future. Your parents are getting on you. Adulthood is not something you want to think about. You want to go with the flow. Take the summer and, as they say, discern. Yet that's when a good dose of reality, in all of its matured ugliness, grabs hold and shakes the childhood right out of you.

When you're least expecting it.

Within the second largest city in the southern central portion of the United States, the atmosphere was volatile on July 18, 2003, those familiar three H's annoyingly present: hazy, hot, humid, a fourth counting the city of Houston, the largest in Texas, right there in the top five of the country. The dew point was a balmy seventy-five. "Oppressive," they call stickiness in those numbers, about as high as it can get without rain falling. In addition to the stuffy air, it was almost ninety degrees; the kind of day when a "severe storm," the kind those talking heads on the Weather Channel get excited about, can roll in at any time, darken the skies as if it were night, turn on the torrential downpours, kick up damaging winds, and drop hail the size of Ping-Pong balls.

Ah, yes, summertime in the Bay Area of Greater Houston. Sunny out one minute, and the next you're running for the nearest storm shelter.

As the skies decided what to do, yellow POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS tape fenced off Tiffany Rowell's modest house from the road and the swelling crowd. Strands of the familiar crime-scene ribbon fluttered in mild gusts of wind, slapping and whipping, making the noise of a playing card flapping in a child's bicycle spokes. Lights of blue and red flashed against the sides of the Rowell house, pulsating a warning to the residents of this exclusive community just outside Houston, where, some say, "the city's wealthiest and best educated" live, that something horrific had happened inside this one-story contemporary. Brittney Vikko running out the door, screaming, and neighbors heading outdoors, just to have a look, added to the talk circulating the block: Word had spread that evil had reared its nasty face in this otherwise quiet residential neighborhood. Something so horrendous had taken place inside that house, no one, it seemed, could come to terms this early on with just how bad the scene truly was beyond the front door.

All the cops roaming around didn't help matters. The coroners' vans—emphasis on the plural—were parked along the street. The detectives huddled together, talking things over: pointing, measuring, comparing notes. Flash bulbs inside the house made lightning strikes in the setting sun and the otherwise cozy and comforting dusk light. Whatever was beyond that slightly ajar door into Tiffany Rowell's house was going to be big news in the coming hours and days. Anybody standing, staring, wandering about the scene, was well aware of this.

Ironically, Clear Lake City, Texas, "a pretty peaceful area," according to many residents, was used to the sort of high-profile crime, especially murder, the discovery inside the Rowell house was going to reveal. After all, who could forget about that homely-looking woman with those large-framed glasses, a dazed look of emptiness in her eyes, Andrea Yates? While her husband was at his NASA engineering job nearby one afternoon in June 2001, Andrea chased their five kids through the house and, one by one, held each underwater in the family's bathtub. Then she calmly called police and reported how she'd just killed them. And what about the infamous astronaut, Lisa Nowak, who would (in February 2007), while wearing an adult diaper, drive from Clear Lake City to Florida—some nine hundred miles—to confront her romantic rival at the airport, the tools of a sinister plot to do her opponent harm inside Nowak's vehicle. And lest we forget about the orthodontist's wife Clara Harris, a well- regarded dentist in her own right, who would run her cheating husband down with her Mercedes-Benz after catching him with his receptionist, with whom Harris had gotten into a hair-pulling catfight only moments before.

Those notorious crimes, on top of all the murder and rape and violence that doesn't make headlines and "breaking news" reports, happened here, within the city limits of this plush Houston suburb, just around the corner from this quiet neighborhood where all the attention was being thrust on this night. In fact, inside the Rowell house, some were already saying, was a tragedy of proportions dwarfing anything Nowak or Harris had done: if not for the severity and violence connected to the crime, then for the fact that among the four dead bodies cops were stepping over, taking photos of, studying closely, not one of the victims had reached the age of twenty-two—and sadly, three of them were teenagers.

NEIGHBORS, REPORTERS, AND bystanders gathered on the opposite side of the crime scene tape as cops did their best to hold back the crowd.

Some cried openly, their hands over their mouths.

Oh, my God ...

Others asked questions, shook their heads, wondered what in the world was going on. This was Brook Forest, for crying out loud: a "master-planned community." Panning 180 degrees, street level, you'd find well-groomed lawns (green as Play-Doh), edged sidewalks, expensive cars, boats on trailers propped up by cinder blocks waiting for the weekend, kids playing in the streets, dogs barking. Brook Forest certainly isn't the place where violence is a recurring theme. Not to mention, it was just after seven o'clock on a Friday evening, the scent of barbeque still wafting in the air, and the murders had occurred, by the best guesstimates available (Brittney Vikko's initial timeline, that is), somewhere between quarter past three and three-thirty in the afternoon.

The middle of the day.

People were saying, Wait a minute. A mass murder had occurred in this neighborhood, at a time of day when soap operas are on television, and no one had seen or heard anything?

It seemed unimaginable.

Investigators were talking to Brittney Vikko, getting her version. But she had walked in after the fact. As far as neighbors standing around could see, nobody had noticed anything outwardly suspicious in the neighborhood, or at the Rowell house all day long. The Rowell place was located on Millbridge Drive, a cul-de-sac in a cookie-cutter farm full of them, a neighborhood sandwiched between the Lyndon B. Johnson Space Center and Ellington Air Force Base. Galveston Bay is a ten-minute drive east; Clear Lake is just to the south, ultimately spilling into the Gulf of Mexico. This is suburban bliss, likely created in an infrastructure lab somewhere, maybe by a former NASA engineer (the region is full of them), or by some city planner driven to construct middle-class perfection. Certainly, this was not a haven for a crime on the scale of what was being rumored: young kids murdered in the middle of the day, homeinvasion style, for no apparent reason.

"I walked inside and saw Tiffany and a guy on the couch," Brittney Vikko told police, "and another girl on the floor in front of the television. At first, I thought they had been partying too much—and then I saw all the blood on the floor."

With the sight of such carnage in front of her, Brittney Vikko bolted out the door and screamed for her boyfriend to call the police. Neighbors, cops, fire trucks, and emergency medical technicians (EMTs) arrived shortly thereafter.

Consoling the community best he could, Houston Police Department (HPD) Homicide Division officer Phil Yochum released a statement, hoping to calm things: "I think it happened very quickly," he said in the release, "but it was very, very violent. It looks like some type of confrontation happened at the front door, then moved into the living room."

There had been no sign of forced entry—that familiar set of words cops use when they don't have a damn clue as to what the hell happened. A news release gave the concerned and worried community a bit more detail, but was still evasive and vague, though not by design:

The bodies of four people were discovered ... two males, two females ... shot multiple times, and two of the victims had sustained blunt trauma to the head.

The last part was an understatement. Two of the victims had been beaten badly. And the blood. My goodness. From one end of the living room to the other: the carpet, the walls, the couch, even the fireplace. Two of the victims were found sitting on the couch, facing the television, as though sleeping. Looked like neither had moved in reaction to what had happened. One of them had a bullet hole—execution style—through the center of his forehead. There looked to be powder burns on the side of his head, ringed around another hole, which meant someone had carefully and deliberately placed the barrel of a hand-held weapon up to his skin and pulled the trigger. Police call it "tattooing," an imprint of the weapon on the skin.

As patrol officers did their best to hold back the swelling mob outside, a woman pulled up, parked sharply with a shriek of rubber, jumped out, and limboed underneath the crime scene tape.

Police stopped her before she could get close to the front door.

"Tell me that it's not the Rowell house," she said. "Tell me ... please tell me it's not the Rowell house. Please!" The anguish in her voice was undeniable.

Police officers looked at each other.

The woman doubled over and fell to the ground; then sobbed in loud bursts of guttural pain. An officer went over and helped her up, eventually walking her off toward a private area of the yard, out of eyesight and earshot of the crowd.

Maybe within all that grief and pain was some important information.

EARLIER THAT DAY George Koloroutis had taken off on his Harley from his home in Clear Lake City, the Pine Brook section, just a few miles away from Brook Forest. Although his alibi would soon be checked by police, George said he was in a meeting at work at the time of the murders. It was around 3:30 P.M. when George said he got this "sinking feeling" that ... something's wrong.

Something happened.

George wasn't a believer in Karma, ESP, or any of that see-into-the-future nonsense. But this sudden heavy feeling pulled at him.

"Something was out of order," George recalled. "My perfect little family unit was in a funky state. My girl is somewhere where I don't want her to be." He was talking about Rachael Koloroutis; she had been staying at the Rowell house with her best friend, Tiffany. George wanted Rachael back home with his wife and Rachael's sisters. But what could he do: Rachael had her own life, she was old enough now to make her own choices, whether Dad and Mom agreed.

With George's oldest daughter, Rachael's sister, off at college (but home for the summer on this July 18, 2003, evening), the disunity in the Koloroutis family unit got to George and he scooted out of work early, around four-thirty. When he walked in the door at home, George asked his oldest daughter, Lelah (pseudonym), if she wanted to head out for a ride with him on his bike and grab a bite to eat. George wanted to talk to Lelah about Rachael, who had been out of the house for a little over a month, ever since graduating high school. George thought Lelah could offer some insight. He didn't like the path Rachael was heading down; it felt thorny and already beaten down by others who had ended up lost. He figured talking to Lelah, whom Rachael looked up to, and with whom she had been as close as sisters could be for most of their lives, would help.

The ride, the food, and the conversation turned out to be overly emotional for George. He dropped Lelah back at home and took off alone on his Harley—"I was not feeling good ... this whole Rachael thing"—and decided to go out and find Rachael and talk to her. He ended up not being able to locate Tiffany Rowell's house (he'd been there only a few times, and the neighborhood, if you don't know it, is akin to a labyrinth), but instead found a neighborhood bar, where he ordered a few beers, sat and listened to a band play loud music in front of him.

Consequently George couldn't hear his cell phone going off as details of what had happened at Tiffany Rowell's house hit the airwaves and people started calling.

"I'm glad I didn't hear it," George later said, looking back, "because the messages on my cell phone were horrifying."

George finished his little cooling-off period at the bar and headed home. As he pulled into his driveway, he noticed that his wife's car was gone.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2012

    Great book! Couldn't put it down

    I am not a reader, but when I heard this story was coming out I put in my order as early as I could. When I got home from work on March 1st it was on my porch. Today March 3, I've completed it. I was so into this book I couldn't put it down. I walked more miles on the treadmill in the last 48 hours than I have walked all week. The writer did a great job with this book. It brought back so many memories of the endless days spent in the courtroom during this trial. I was impressed. After speaking with several friends who love M. William Phelps, I will be reading more of his work!

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 25, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    This is my first true crime by M. William Phelps and I wasn't di

    This is my first true crime by M. William Phelps and I wasn't disappointed. Phelps offers insight into the brutal slaying of 4 teenagers that no newspaper could articulate. The timeline was laid out so that someone like me (who isn't from the Houston area and never heard about this crime) could follow easily. Each time that I put the book down the story stayed with me, beckoning me to finish.

    Phelps starts his book with the discovery of the 4 teens and takes the reader thru clues that were right there but because of mislabeling and an understaffed police department, the discovery and conviction of the killer doesn't come to pass until October, 2008. The reader feels the hopelessness and frustration that family members went through. One thing that is obvious is that there were a few people that never gave up and because of them the killer was eventually caught.

    I will definitely be picking up another book written by Phelps. Caution to some people, Phelps goes into vivid detail of the crime scene and it is not for the faint of heart.

    (ARC was provided by publisher for an honest review)

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 3, 2012

    This is an excellent read! William Phelps, author of this book,

    This is an excellent read!
    William Phelps, author of this book, has a true gift for writing. Staying true to the events and reviewing every report, watching all the interviews and providing his own research and interviews, William brings together this sadistic and horrendous crime to life. There were quite a few times I had to put the book down and just process what I had read. Where there were moments of joy as family member recounted good memories of their children, whose lives were tragically ended in a violent and sadistic manner. William also brings to light the depression, mental illness, and other issues that could have contributed to the reasons behind those who murdered friends. There are quite a few dark moments in this books and as a reader, I could sense the darkness that enveloped the murderers as they were tortured and continued to self-inflict through drug use. However, William doesn’t make excuses nor does he try to reason why they murdered their friends. Rather, he simply lays out all the pieces of the puzzle and helps bring closure to the family members left behind.

    This is an excellent book that every parent should read.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2012

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    This was such a sad and traggic story. These four kids with so much potential instead chose to lead themselves into a path of destruction. Easy way out. No need for a job, sell drugs. Lie around the house all day watch TV. I had least sympathy for Rachael. She had such a loving family who cared so much for her. A beautiful home and a father who made sure all she had all the comforts she needed. Instead she chose to turn her back on them and move into a drug infested home with a bunch of losers. Where were the parents of Tiffany and why would they turn their house over to her to do as she pleased. As a neighbor, I would certainly alert the authorities. As for Christine, she deserved much more than she received, the death penalty. I think the author did a decent job writing this story. Caution, you may feel depressed for a few days as the details will linger in your mind and know that it was for real.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2012

    Wonderfully written, Gripping story!

    M William Phelps does a wonderful job in telling the story of what happened that fateful day. From the very beginning you can't put this book down. It's a wonderful book, with a tragic story. I definately reccommend you read this book, it will not disappoint you. A++

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2012

    Great author

    Great book

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 15, 2014

    Excellent, Well-Written True Crime Thriller!

    I was familiar with this author from his appearances on the Investigation Discovery channel, but had never read any of his work. When B&N recently offered this book as one of the in-store "Buy One Nook Book, Get a Nook Book Free" selections, I quickly headed to my local B&N and it was definitely work the trip! This is the tragic story of four young adults, right out of high school and still trying to find their purpose in life. Unfortunately they were murdered before they had a chance. This book delves into the killer's life and association with the victims, and reads like a real-life thriller. Anyone familiar with this murder from television portrayals will like reading the book as well, because it reveals much background information that TV time restraints do not allow. Another plus is that unlike some true crime e-books, this one includes photos at the back, directly before the copyright page.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2013

    Good

    This was very entertaining. Good suspense.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2013

    I Also Recommend:

     Chalk another one up for Mr. Phelps. If your a fan of his work

     Chalk another one up for Mr. Phelps. If your a fan of his work then do give this one a read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2012

    Great read

    Great read, Phelps one of my favorite true crime writers

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2012

    5star

    Another well written book by Phelps, my 11th book ive read. The lives of those 4 young adults were taken by two monsters that i still question why?? I dont understand the way people think and the awful actions they take towards innocent victims. We all have had rough lives, i could write a book how awful my childhood and part of my adult life that was awful but i dont think that gives me a reason to kill.....my heart goes out to the victims n families.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2014

    Good

    Great work

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2013

    Too long

    Too much fluff, Author used poor grammar and inserted her opinion too many times

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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