Chasing the Devil
Chapter One
Somebody's Daughters
It may be hard to believe that every time I took an emergency call
at my home, my mind shifted smoothly from family life to murder, but
that's the way it works for most experienced detectives. We have the
usual human desire for peace and comfort when the workday is done.
And like most people, we try to move between home and work without
much cross-contamination. The only difference is that homicide is
one of the most disturbing acts that human beings commit, and
homicide detectives have to deal with it every day.
On August 15, 1982, I received a call about a double homicide-two
female victims. I knew that the site where the bodies had been
found-a spot on the Green River in the Seattle suburb of Kent-was
going to be difficult to search. Sinewy blackberry plants sprout on
both sides of the river. Covered with thorns and almost impossible
to snap, the vines are six feet and higher, and they grow amid reeds
and grasses that are just as tall. Besides the thick brush, the
river is banked by steep slopes of rocks, placed there by the Army
Corps of Engineers ... read full excerpt from: Chasing the Devil: My Twenty-Year Quest to Capture the Green River Killer ebook
