Castle: Clear and present danger

After two weeks of bad Castle episodes, it was nice to see a glimpse of the “old Castle.” You know, way back when the show was fun. Right, Melanie?

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Melanie Atkins

Good cop Melanie reporting in. I’m smiling this morning, thanks to the hefty amount of Caskett in last night’s episode. Clear and Present Danger, a lighter episode with lots of laughs, gave us plenty of that. ‘Bout time!

I wasn’t watching at home, so I didn’t have the advantage of a DVR to rewatch scenes like I usually do. The bad weather distracted me, and the TV wasn’t the best. Yet I did manage to find a few key scenes online this morning, even if I haven’t had time for a full rewatch. That’s why my recap isn’t as detailed as usual. I’m having to rely on my memory, and it’s shaky at best.

I do, however, remember imagining Lee rolling his eyes at Lanie’s crazy supposition at the crime scene. Seriously? No wonder I focused on the Kate-Rick relationship.

Of course, along with their delicious PDA came frustration in the way of interruptions. These definitely get old after a while. I mean, is the phone going to ring every single time Kate and Rick start to get it on? And hey, if the phone didn’t ring, paranoia about the case kept them apart. Really? Just do it already.

Speaking of the case, I found parts of it hilarious, others ho-hum, and the rest made me look at my watch to see when we’d get back to the good part — Kate and Rick finally getting some uninterrupted alone time.

Of course, Kate and Rick’s encounter with the “invisible” man cracked me up. I found the premise far-fetched but loved the idea. Just wish the case part hadn’t gone downhill after this. I pretty much ignored it, just wanting to get back to Rick and Kate alone at the loft.

Thank heaven for Esposito, ragging Ryan about his new off-duty job. Those two made me laugh more than once. Then… enter Martha.

Leave her to get caught in Rick’s crazy “Zombie apocalypse” trap. So funny, and yet the trap itself left me shaking my head. I won’t get into the logistics of how long it must have taken for him to haul the pots and pans into the bedroom, tie the dental floss to the ceiling, and suspend the cookware in such a precise pattern… all while he’s in a hurry to get back to Kate. Didn’t seem believable, and yet it was funny and so Castle.

To summarize, I wasn’t thrilled with the episode as a whole but adored the renewed Kate-Rick dynamic. We finally got some much-needed PDA that made me feel as if their relationship is finally back on track. Hallelujah for that.

Next week’s “Kindergarten Cop” episode looks like more good fun. I only hope the case this time isn’t a yawner.

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Lee Lofland

My turn, and you may be surprised to hear that I enjoyed this episode, sort of. Actually, this one just may be what it took to keep a few unhappy viewers/fans from switching off for good.

The show was fun, quirky, silly, and flirty, with a bit of murder tossed in for giggles. What made this episode work, at least for me, was how well the writers delivered a tale of believable make-believe. I was able to suspend belief/fact because Castle and crew were able to bring me inside their fictional world. And it’s hard to call someone a liar, even a fictional character, when you’re standing next to them, seeing exactly what they’re seeing.

To effectively deliver believable make-believe takes the combined efforts of both writers and actors. And that’s what we saw this week, a story told by writers who know their characters, and by actors who gave meaning and life to those same characters.

As a former contest judge (Best Episode in a TV Series) for a major entertainment-based organization, one of the things I watched for in the nearly overwhelming number of entries received each year, was the connection, or not, between the characters and the writers. Did the actors understand the characters and their story, or not? Did the actors understand the characters and their creators? Was the story believable? Were we, the audience, brought into the tale?

The failure of writer and actor to connect is a problem sometimes seen on shows featuring multiple writers—different writers for various episodes. Some writing styles seem to fit certain actors a bit better than they do others. When the “fit” is not there, well, it creates a bit of awkwardness that often finds its way on screen.

Even Lanie, with her witchdoctor mumbo-jumbo about the victim’s demise being caused by a punctured inferior vena cava, an internal wound she could not see while the victim was fully-clothed, was pretty decent in her attempt to help us believe fiction over fact. Well, there was that thing about the stress fractures of the victim’s hands. You know, the part where Lanie told us those injuries were proof that he’d caused all the damage to his own apartment, and that his injuries were a direct result of the destructive act. Why not a fall while bike riding, or mountain climbing? What about boxing, MMA, etc.? Yeah, that was a WTF line if there ever was one. Okay, maybe Lanie wasn’t much help after all.

Still, the pacing was good, and the characters actually seemed to be having a good time, once again. It was truly refreshing to see some relief from all the gloom and doom of previous episodes. Beckett, in fact, seemed to enjoy the “light” so much that she actually switched on a lamp prior to searching for evidence (cops don’t search places without some sort of light source). I also liked hearing Beckett’s comment about how she had to look at all angles of the case, no matter how “odd” they may seem at the time. She’s right. Investigators absolutely cannot rule out anything or anyone until fact says it’s so.

A couple of other good points from the show.

1) Cops, as a rule, do not earn a lot of money. Therefore, many officers work part-time jobs, including security. However, it’s unlikely that a department would permit an officer to work in a place that could be deemed unsuitable.

2) “You guys have the coolest toys,” Castle said to the chief scientist in charge of cloaking. I remember saying something similar years ago when I borrowed a piece of equipment from the FBI. Some of the things I saw there that day were, well, the coolest toys ever.

We’d love to hear your opinions. Did you enjoy this episode, or not? What was your favorite moment or line?

Crime writer's dictionary

 

Junior Franklin, well known to all the local cops for his kiting expertise, was keeping-six in a beat up and rusty loser-cruiser while his KA, Little Larry Mazo, set a bit of Lex talionis in motion on the kiddie cop who once gave him a severe case of lead poisoning.

Not familiar with the terminology in the previous and somewhat odd sentence? No problem. Here’s K through M from our handy-dandy, mini crime writer’s dictionary.

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KA – Known associate

Keepers – Thin leather straps used to attach a gun belt to an under belt, or dress belt.

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Belt keeper

Without belt keepers the duty belt would easily and quickly fall down to your ankles, especially when chasing someone through a dark alley.

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Keeping a Gambling House – A proprietor is said to be “keeping a gambling house” if he has knowledge and consents to gambling at or on his premises, or at a place under his control. If true, the proprietor is guilty of Keeping a Gambling House.

Keeping Six – Watching your back. The numerical reference is to the number six on a clock face. Standing at the center of the clock, facing twelve, six would be to your rear.

Kiddie Cop – School Resource Officer.

Kill – To deprive of life.

Kiting – Taking advantage of the time between when a check is deposited and when the funds are collected at another bank. This time period is known as “the float.” Drawing checks against deposits/funds which have not yet cleared. Writing checks against an account having funds insufficient to cover the check amount(s).

Kleptomania – An irresistible, uncontrollable propensity to steal things.

Knock and Announce – The rule that requires police to knock and announce their presence and purpose before entering a home. No-knock search warrants are the exception to the rule.

 

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Laundering – Transfer of money gained illegally into legal channels for the purpose of hiding its true source.

Lawn Ornament – An intoxicated person who passed out in someone’s front yard.

Lay Witness – Person offering testimony who is not an expert on the subject matter at hand.

Lead Poisoning – Shot multiple times. “Wow, twenty-three gunshot wounds. The cause of death is definitely lead poisoning.”

Lex talionis – The law of retaliation. An eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth.

Light ‘Em Up – Activate emergency/blue lights. Initiate a traffic stop. “That car matches the description of the one used in the armed robbery. Light ’em up.” This phrase was often used on the television show Southland.

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Liquid Jesus – Pepper spray…because it has the capability to instantly convert the mean and nasty into sweet and compliant.

L.K.A. – Last Known Address

Lockdown – To temporarily confine prisoners to their cells during an emergency, or for added security during, after, or to prevent an “event.”.

Lockup – Temporary holding facility.

Looky-Loo – A person who cannot resist watching anything related to police, fire, EMS, train wreck, car crash, and general death and/or dismemberment. AKA Rubberneckers.

Loser Cruiser – A retired police car, now civilian-owned. Typically, the loser cruiser still has at least one spotlight still attached, as well as a couple of other police-type identifiers—antenna, etc. These cars are often purchased and driven by cop wannabe’s.

 

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Mace-greff – In Old English law, one who buys stolen goods. A fence.

Mail Fraud – The use of the mail to defraud (mailing a letter to set a scheme in motion, or to continue the criminal act). Mail fraud is a federal offense.

Major Crimes – Unofficially, the broad classification of the most serious crimes—Murder, Rape, Robbery, etc. Lt. Leadfoot is the detective in charge of the Major Crimes Division.

Malice – Intentionally committing a wrongful act, with the intent of causing an injury of some type.

Manslaughter – Unlawful (inexcusable) killing someone without premeditation or malice.

M.E.  – Medical Examiner

Mens Rea – A criminal intent.

M.O. – Modus operandi, or method of operation. A pattern of behavior.

MCT – Mobile Computer Terminal

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Monger – A seller, or dealer. For example, fishmonger.

Mug Book – A collection of mugshots/photos of suspected and convicted criminals.

Mugshot – Photo taken of suspect during booking/processing.

 

South Africa: Big cats

 

Coffee at 5.30 and then out for our first game drive and an incredible experience.

The photos that follow are taken on two/three different days and are off two prides.

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Paul Beecroft has spent a good deal of his life in law enforcement, in England. He’s worked Foot Patrol, Area Car, Instant Response Car and also as a Police Motorcyclist. Paul currently works as a coroner’s investigator and has traveled all over England, Wales, Scotland and even Germany to investigate crimes.

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Friday's Heroes - Remembering the fallen officers

 

You gave your all to protect and serve us, and for that we are eternally grateful.

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Deputy Sheriff Michael Naylor

Midland County Texas Sheriff’s Office

October 9, 2014 – Deputy Michael Naylor was shot in the head and killed while serving a warrant on a child sexual predator.

Pay it forward

Twelve-year-old Trevor McKinney, a character in Catherine Ryan Hyde’s tale Pay It Forward, devised a simple plan to change the world for the better—do a good deed for someone and ask them to “pay it forward” to someone else who needs help. The story was so moving that living, breathing humans actually began to follow Trevor’s example by paying it forward in their own lives. And such was the case this week when Emmett Township, Michigan Public Safety Officer Ben Hall stopped a young woman for a traffic violation.

As Officer Hall spoke with the driver about the reason behind the traffic stop, he noticed a young child in the back without a car seat. The driver, Alexis DeLorenzo, explained that she recently fallen on seriously hard times, including her fiance’ losing his job and having been diagnosed with cancer, and having her car repossessed. She went on to say that when the repo company towed the vehicle they also took all the belongings inside. One of the items taken was the child’s car seat. DeLorenzo told Officer Hall that she simply could not afford to purchase another one.

Officer Hall did not write a traffic ticket. Nor did he arrest DeLorenzo. He didn’t blast her with his TASER. No baton. No pepper spray. No handcuffs. No chokehold. No punching.

Instead, Hall asked Delorenzo to meet him at a nearby Walmart where he bought a brand new car seat and gave it to the surprised driver.

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DeLorenzo says she’s eternally grateful to Officer Hall.

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Officer Hall says the decision to purchase the car seat was an easiest fifty bucks he’d ever spent.

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“It’s something that anybody in the same position, in our position, would do,” Hall said to Fox17. “I in no way, shape or form expect to be paid back. It is a ‘pay it forward’ situation completely.”

Officer Brian Hall did something for Delorenzo’s family that they’ll never forget. It wasn’t something he had to do, nor was his act something out of the ordinary for a police officer.

Yes, cops do things like this all the time. Unfortunately, it’s typically the bad news about law enforcement that makes the headlines and sells papers and ad space.

What Officer Hall did was a wonderful thing, and his attitude and dedication to the citizens of his community is reflection of good law enforcement officers everywhere.

Pay It Forward.

What a wonderful world it would be if everyone paid kindness forward. No hurt. No racism. No war. No greed. No violence. No stealing. No backstabbing.

Just honest and loyal people paying it forward…

 *Top photo is a screen shot of a page from Pay It Forward by Catherine Ryan Hyde.

Castle: Montreal

“Need I remind you I’m a grown man. I don’t need to ask your permission. That being said, please, please, please can I go?”

My answer to Castle’s question is…YES! Please go, and please take the writers with you! I’m so frustrated with this show…well, let’s just say I’m not happy with what I’m seeing this season. But, as always, I’ll take one for the team. So here goes. First, though, let’s see what Melanie thought about this episode. Melanie…

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This week, I’m back to playing Good Cop… with a major caveat. I liked Montreal much better than Driven, the season premiere, but thought the episode went off the rails for a while before regaining its equilibrium with a satisfying ending. An ending that gave me hope.

The episode opened with Rick being interviewed by a shark wanting answers about his disappearance. The woman first suggests his two month absence was nothing more than a publicity stunt, then asks if he left the day of his wedding to Kate because he got cold feet. Rick is clearly ticked off. He denies both scenarios and retaliates by offering a $250K reward for answers regarding his whereabouts during the time he was missing. I enjoyed this scene and Rick’s discomfiture. Seemed real to me.

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The case Kate catches, the first with Rick back at the precinct, echoes her experience when Rick first disappeared. Rick catches on and seeks to soothe her. Then Captain Gates jumps him for giving the precinct number as the one to call about where he was during his absence, because the phone is ringing off the hook, and in his excitement, he kisses her. Gates. Kate’s boss. What? I first saw this scene in a sneak peek and almost spit coffee all over my laptop. I’m sure my expression mirrored the horrified look on Kate’s face, and I had to ask… why? Yes, the kiss garnered a strong reaction from me, but the craziness of it pulled me out of the story. ‘Nuff said.

Alexis helped Rick weed through the crackpots who called with so-called information, and then Martha announced to Rick that she’d gotten a date from grief counseling and needed him to make himself scarce when the man came to the door. So funny. I’m glad to have Martha back in the thick of things, if only for a couple of scenes. She’s such a fabulous character. We need to see more of her.

The nut who lured Rick to meet him and then claimed they’d been on the same spaceship made me laugh, too. Classic Castle. Even the makeup artist I initially thought was another murder victim brought back the fun of older episodes. I enjoyed watching the case unfold, even if it was odd and the drug dog didn’t act like the ones I’ve seen in demonstrations.

I was totally drawn in and rolling with the show. I bought the idea of the couple who came forward with the picture of Rick, the key sewn into his pants, and the possibility that it might fit a safety deposit box inside the bank in the picture. I even liked that Rick and Alexis traveled to Montreal to find out the truth — and loved the messages contained on the SD cards inside the safety deposit box. Rick’s message to Kate solidified her belief in him.

Rick, of course, had to keep digging. Too many questions remained for him to be satisfied. And that’s when I felt the episode hit a wall. Tory the computer tech, with her magical program that located the obscure buildings in the background of the picture, is partly to blame. Does that technology even exist? I didn’t like Rick going off by himself in search of answers… and when he dismissed the taxi on that dark, lonely street in Montreal, I wanted to throw something at the screen. Of course he ran into one of the men responsible for his disappearance, and of course the man held him at gunpoint. Their cryptic conversation only deepened the mystery, and that disappointed me. I’m tired of big plots hanging over the heads of our dynamic duo.

Will Rick be able to forget his disappearance ever happened? Or will the remaining questions tie him in knots and keep him from moving forward? The last scene gave me hope that he’ll move on, but I know for a fact that the writers will revisit this plot in the future. I only hope it won’t tear Rick and Kate apart. Kate’s show of faith in Rick and her promise to never leave him warmed my heart… as did their plan to wait a month, then make wedding plans. I truly believe we’ll get the wedding we want eventually. Can’t happen soon enough for me!

The preview of next week’s show made me laugh out loud. I hope it’s a classic Castle episode without so much drama and angst. After the past two weeks, I can use a good laugh.

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Well, the writers are definitely not allowing any dust to collect on their one copy of the boilerplate script. Not at all. In fact, they pulled it out again this week to fill in the blanks with the latest suspects du jour. Add to the standard formula, another dumb plot point that was best described by the investigative reporter at the beginning of the show when she said to Castle, “Amnesia…really?”

Okay, on with the show…

Lanie. Bless her heart, she tried really hard this week to come across as sounding as if she knew what she was talking about regarding dead bodies and other important medical examiner thingies. She even made a point to let viewers know that bleach could destroy DNA (someone scrubbed the plastic-wrapped victim with bleach). And she’s right, bleach could and does destroy DNA. However, what’s the big rule of thumb when collecting DNA and other wet evidence? That’s correct. Do not place wet evidence inside plastic bags/containers. Why not? Because the plastic can serve as an incubator for bacteria. What could bacteria do? It could degrade or destroy DNA. So, wrapping the victim’s body inside plastic was basically the same as inserting wet evidence inside a giant plastic bag. Just a point for writers to ponder when crafting their dead-body-wrapped-in-plastic scenes.

On the other hand, the scene with Lanie and Beckett “just talking” was pretty good. Great, actually. Not so much for what they said, but that they had the conversation, as friends. Nothing over the top. Just intimate chit-chat.

Lanie also said that she could make a better cause of death determination after she got the victim’s body back to the morgue. Well, she said lab, but I assume she knows where she works. Anyway, that’s much better than doing a total and complete voodooish autopsy at the scene.

– During the search of the toy company we saw Ryan playing on the giant keyboard while Esposito pawed through paperwork and other items. Believe me, this sort of thing happens all the time—officers trying on someone’s funny hat, posing for a selfie with the suspect’s rare 9-legged Martian platypus, etc. Is that wrong? Definitely, but it happens.

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– Beckett has a habit of using the term “canvass.” “Ryan, have uniforms canvass the area.” Espo, canvass the area.” “Hey, you. Cancass the neighborhood.”

I’m not sure if NYPD officers actually use that term norm or not. I’ve not heard it used anywhere else, though. Not as a part of regular dialog. It’s use is absolutely correct, but it seems a little odd to hear it among working street cops. Typically, it’s, “Hey, you. Hit the streets to see what you can find out.” Or, “Hey, you. Start there and knock on doors until you find someone who heard something.” Again, this one isn’t a big deal at all. Just thought I’d mention it in case someone was planning to work something like this into a fictional conversation.

– The drug dog. FYI – Narcotics canines do NOT suddenly leap up and run several yards to inspect someone’s pockets for drugs. Instead, they search where their handlers tell them to search. Sure, if a person passed directly by the dog, and if that person had a stash of heroin in his pocket, the canine might raise it’s head and ears, look at the suspect and then back toward the officer (an alert). But it would not get up and run 30 yards through offices and hallways, straight to a specific person. For starters, the scent of the drug does not work like a flashing red arrow that points at the suspect. The dog would need to work it’s way to the source of the scent. Very unrealistic.

– The goofy, stupid, magic computer. Dumb. I really hate that they’ve added this “device” that allows the writers to skip over/avoid the hard spots. It’s cheating, and it’s insulting to viewers.

Finally, the killer was, as expected, the toy company employee who had that quick, trademark/boilerplate script on-camera time.

Oh, one more month until the wedding? No surprise there. This show is the world’s worst for over-milking every single storyline.

So, what are your thoughts about the show? Better than last week? The same? Did you love it, or are you already hoping for something better to come along?

Paul Beecroft: Kruger Park

 

This was the airport we flew into from Joburg. Has to be one of the neatest ever. Located in Phalaborwa in the Limpopo Province, South Africa. As the name suggests it is close to Kruger National Park and not too far from the Drakensburg Mountains.

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Paul Beecroft has spent a good deal of his life in law enforcement, in England. He’s worked Foot Patrol, Area Car, Instant Response Car and also as a Police Motorcyclist. Paul currently works as a coroner’s investigator and has traveled all over England, Wales, Scotland and even Germany to investigate crimes.

 

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Friday's Heroes - Remembering the fallen officers

 

You gave your all to protect and serve us, and for that we are eternally grateful.

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Officer Jordan Corder, 28

Covina California Police Department

September 30, 2014 – Officer Jordan Corder was killed when an SUV made a sudden left turn in front of him, causing a head-on collision. As a result of the crash, Officer Corder was thrown from his department motorcycle. He is survived by his father, who is a retired Covina police officer.

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Trooper David Kedra, 26

Pennsylvania State Police

September 30, 2014 – Trooper David Kedra was accidentally shot and killed during a training exercise. During the exercise, a live round discharged and struck Trooper Kedra in the chest.

I don't believe that police can...

 

The chapter began with a detective thumbing the safety on his revolver. From there the author’s credibility tumbled downhill, taking a couple of really interesting characters with him. Where they went I’ll never know because I won’t bother to read another word in that particular book.

But, you say, it’s not your fault the police stuff is not spot on, because you went online and found all sorts of really cool police information. You know, like that site where the first paragraph started out with, “I don’t believe that police can…” Reading down a bit further on the page and we learn the author has complied a list of police facts regarding arrest, Miranda, crime scene investigations, etc. from another list generated by yet another group of writers who got their information from other writer websites. Together, they’ve created a one-stop shop for things WRONG about cops and their procedures and use of equipment

The first clue that you’ve landed on a website that probably can’t offer much more than what you already know, is a sentence that begins with “I don’t believe.”

Research is great, and every writer should at least dip a toe in the research pool every now and again. But please be sure the lifeguard is properly trained in the subject matter you seek. We can all read something and then relay our findings to others. However, a slight misunderstanding and/or twist of a word or its meaning can totally transform a really cool scene into a disaster.

If you’re unsure of a particular situation, tool, piece of equipment, procedure, rank, duty, assignment, ammunition, etc., then don’t use it in your story. Simple as that. Using incorrect information will serve only to confuse a number of your readers. So, instead of potentially losing fans, you’re better off making up something and in turn using your creative genius-type writing skills to help your readers accept whatever it is you’ve decided to use in place of fact. Believe me, it can be somewhat offensive to see your beloved profession butchered in a crime novel.

Think about it. Suppose you picked up a new book and this is what you find on page one…

Sara, a young ER doctor and part-time paperback novel writer, decided to go rogue and perform open heart surgery in the hospital waiting room. “Damn the hospital rules and regulations,” she said while thumbing the safety off on the Stryker SmartLife. “I’ve got a bone saw and I’m not afraid to use it.”

Suddenly, the ER doors pushed open and a tall, hard-bodied doctor from the CDC walked inside. His muscular shadow darkened the entire corridor. “No, Young ER Doctor, the feds are here now and I’m taking over,” said Mr. CDC. “You’re suspended and there’s nothing you or your chief of staff can do about it. And, dumbass, there’s no safety on a Stryker!”

Every nurse, orderly, and even most of the patients instantly fell in love with the tall FBI agent CDC guy. But the young ER doctor didn’t give up. Driven by her need to save the world one operation at a time, she raced her unmarked ambulance to the shipyard to meet with Ringo Swenson, a seedy thug who ran a covert surgery center in an abandoned cat litter factory. Swenson, she knew, would let her use the clandestine ER. She also knew enough about Sewnson’s secret, shady past that he’d also allow her the use of electricity, bottled water, and a saw or two. Maybe even a stapler, or some sutures.

Of course, Young ER Doctor was kidnapped the second she stepped inside the litter factory. Her daughter, the child she never knew she had until the last chapter, was also abducted, but not before leading the bad guys to her mother’s secret stash of high-tech medical tools. Then there was THE explosion at the hospital pharmacy. And…

If you can’t bring yourself to believe this about an ER doctor physician, then why should your readers be expected to believe the same about cops?

Please, do your homework. And please, for accuracy and those added dimensions of realism—hearing, touch, taste, etc., consult with someone who’s been there, done that. Anything else is flat, emotionless information, and it’s basically nothing more than hearsay.

Better still, sign up for a round or two of hands-on training, a ride-along, or an afternoon with an actual cop or other law enforcement professional. If your tale features an ER doctor physician, then by all means spend time with an actual ER doctor physician. Tour the ER. Visit a hospital. Peek inside an ambulance.

But whatever you do, do NOT rely on websites that begin their tutorials with “I don’t believe.”

 

Lisa Black

I write fiction, with some (very) moderate degree of success, but my true ambition in life is to be the next Ann Rule. It is, however, very difficult to find exactly the right story. First of all the story has to be over, the killer caught (asking a reader to invest hours in a book when they’re still not going to know who did it at the end is a tough sell, to say the least) and convicted ( no nasty slander lawsuits against the author, please!). There has to enough story to sustain an entire book—if your neighbor kills his wife because he’s jealous of her affair with the mailman and is instantly caught, that will be a tragic, but short and sadly not unusual tale. If he plots for months, tries to hire three hit men in a row, and winds up training his retriever to pull the trigger with his paw, and/or the mailman is the long-lost son of European royalty, then you might have something. On my end, there has to be an investigation that I can get access to. I would need to find cooperative family members, cops, attorneys, anyone who actually participated in at least some part of the story. I need this to take place in a physically accessible location, so I can spend enough time there to cultivate them. Trying to cover a story in another state can eat up any tiny travel budget I may have, and I—naïve child—am writing a book to make money, not take out a second mortgage. On top of all that, it can’t be something that already has a pack of writers panting after it, like OJ or Casey Anthony or Scott Peterson.

For a while I thought I had one. A very unique story (good) of a bona fide serial killer (and we know how America loves those) and eminently accessible, as it took place only two hours from my home and my supervisor had been one of the investigating parties (score!).

Edwin Bernard Kaprat III (known as “Mike”, as it is significantly cooler than “Edwin”) spent the summer of 1993 terrorizing a small town called Spring Hill, Florida, just north of Tampa. He raped and murdered four women before setting their homes on fire in an attempt to hide the evidence. The victims’ ages ranged from 70 to 87 years of age. He had escaped conviction for killing a man two years earlier, sentenced only to house arrest for using the victim’s credit cards.

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He started off at the beginning of August—not a pleasant time to be working crime scenes in Florida—with back to back killings of Sophia Garrity, 80, and Ruth Goldsmith, 70. Garrity’s was thought suspicious because a window was broken and a jewelry box disturbed, but no accelerants were found and the body had been too badly burnt to determine any physical injuries. Goldsmith’s mobile home showed no signs of foul play. It seemed coincidental to have two elderly women killed by arson so close together, but without any compelling reason to think otherwise their deaths were attributed to accidental electrical fires. Kaprat had used rubbing alcohol from the victims’ own bathrooms—alcohol does not have any petroleum and so is undetectable by machines and dogs. He’d leave a trail from the bed’s comforter to the front door, leaving the bathroom door open to get just enough oxygen to the fire to keep it going. It became a distinctive but not foolproof M.O.

On August 17 he attacked Alice and William Whitney, both in their 80s, but they were saved when a neighbor heard their smoke alarm. What seemed like an aggravated assault became more suspicious when cops noticed burn marks on the curtains. The victims lived only 4 houses away from my supervisor. They would stroll past his home twice every day to dine at a local restaurant, but never together—Alice would walk 50 feet ahead of her husband. Neighbors also never saw William outside, only Alice, so perhaps the attacker thought that Alice lived alone.

But when Ruth Goldsmith’s best friend Lydia Ridell was killed on September 2 and the police turned the victim over to see her hands bound by duct tape police, they knew beyond a doubt that they had a serial killer on their hands. The autopsy took 12 hours, several of them spent trying to freeze off the duct tape to check it for prints.

When the media did ‘man in the street’ interviews, Kaprat’s sister wound up on the newscast describing her fright at the awful murders, and how unsafe she now felt. She had no idea that the man responsible currently flopped on her couch.

But the last and oldest of these elderly victims gave Kaprat the toughest fight. At age 18 Lorraine Dawe had been among the first women allowed to compete at the Winter Olympics in Chamonix, France (skating against an 11-year-old Sonja Henie). Still strong even in her old age, she struggled valiantly. Kaprat did escape but this time when he closed one door the suction caused another to swing shut, largely extinguishing the fire and leaving investigators with enough evidence to convict. They found a fingerprint left in the soot and at almost the same time, an anonymous tip told police that Edwin Kaprat III had done handyman work at all the victims’ homes alongside his father, Edwin II.

The entire Hernando County sheriff’s office mobilized to focus on Kaprat. He was a paranoid and erratic driver under any circumstances and even with all eyes on him they lost his trail…twice. They put a tracker—which at the time was the size of a small brick and had to be followed via helicopter—on his car. Unfortunately during the hour or two in which the helicopter had to land and refuel, Kaprat drove to a dealership and traded the car in. After wondering why he hadn’t moved in twelve hours, cops manned nearly every major road entering or leaving the county. My supervisor was permitted to go home but told not to change out of his uniform until the killer had been apprehended. Fortunately, that did not take too long.

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This story fulfilled all my requirements for a great true crime book, bizarre crime, a conviction, personal access and proximity, and yet I never wrote it. I had pitched the idea to my agent, supplemented by facts and videos, and she floated the concept with publishers of her acquaintance. They were not interested. Publishers need their victims and/or suspects (preferably both) to be young, sexy, or rich (preferably all three). Those are the details that sell books. My agent, a middle-aged woman herself, felt as horrified as I did, but business is business and no publisher would take on a project they didn’t think they could sell at a profit.

At least the victims got justice in another way–Edwin Kaprat was condemned to death but never made it that far. After only a few months in jail, he was fatally stabbed by a fellow inmate.

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Lisa Black spent the five happiest years of her life in a morgue. As a forensic scientist in the Cleveland coroner’s office she analyzed gunshot residue on hands and clothing, hairs, fibers, paint, glass, DNA, blood and many other forms of trace evidence, as well as crime scenes. Now she’s a certified latent print examiner and CSI for the Cape Coral Police Department in Florida. Her books have been translated into six languages and one reached the NYT mass market bestseller’s list.

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Close to the Bone hits forensic scientist Theresa MacLean where it hurts, bringing death and destruction to the one place where she should feel the most safe—the medical examiner’s office in Cleveland, Ohio, where she has worked for the past fifteen years of her life. Theresa returns in the wee hours after working a routine crime scene, only to find the body of one of her deskmen slowly cooling with the word “Confess” written in his blood. His partner is missing and presumed guilty, but Theresa isn’t so sure. The body count begins to rise but for once these victims aren’t strangers—they are Theresa’s friends and colleagues, and everyone in the building, herself included, has a place on the hit list.

To learn more about Lisa and her work, please visit her at www.lisablack.com