Murder Most Cold: A Kiss Before Strangling, #5

Murder Most Cold

A Kiss Before Strangling Series

Book Five

By: Douglas Brian Sandler

Published by:

American Creative Services Publications

Dothan, Alabama

Via Ingram Sparks

Copyright © 2021 by Douglas Sandler.

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Introduction

Thank you for buying the fifth book in the A Kiss Before Strangling series. This book covers Police Officer Peter Younger after he returns from United States Army service in WW2 1944-45 Europe then in occupied West Germany 1945-47 returning to the United States in May 1947. He is rehired by the Tillman, Nebraska Police Department.

He picks up where he left off with his girl Sally Painter and the cold streets of Tillman. Little does he know Moloch, Satan, murder, and the occult are back.

Douglas Sandler

Dothan, Alabama

August 2022

IN MEMORY OF MY FAMILY,

Barry Sandler, Uncle

(1938-2020)

David Sandler, Brother

(1963-2020)

Lila Sandler, Mom

(1932-2020)

Dedication

I dedicate this book to all the readers of all my other books. I also dedicate this book to my goddesses Hecate, Bast, Diana, ISIS, Santa Muerte, and to Lucifer. I also dedicate this book to Gulf Coast State College, Florida State University for helping me be a better writer.

I also dedicate this my eleventh book and the fifth book in the A Kiss Before Strangling series to my professors at Purdue Global On-line University for further helping me write better.

CHAPTER ONE

Recently discharged Army Lieutenant Peter Younger stood in the locker room of the Tillman Police Department putting on his uniform. Having fought in Europe then doing occupation duty in West Berlin, Germany with the military police. He was glad to be back home as his fellow police officers were happy to see him as was his girl, Sally. The new Police Chief wanted to see him.

He left the locker room and took the elevator to the third floor and was standing in front of the chief’s door and knocked and a voice said, who is it?

It’s Officer Peter Younger, chief.

Come on in Officer Younger. Have a seat

With that Younger opened the door and entered the office. Chief Daniels was a man in his late 50s about 5’ 8" with a weight that matched his size, he clearly played football.

Officer Younger closed the door and sat down in a chair nearest his desk and says, What’s up chief?

I wanted to welcome you back home and let you know all your pay has been deposited into your checking account. I understand your back in the uniform division."

Yes, I am chief. I like patrolling better than investigating. I also have to get accustomed back to civilian life and in uniform.

Well, if you need anything let me know.

With that dismissal, Officer Younger left the chief’s office to head down to roll call and ran into Detective Mike Knight. Hi, Mike. Good morning.

Good morning, Peter. It’s great to have you back alive.

As they walk in silence Officer Younger notices Detective Knight is in uniform and when Detective Knight sees the question in Younger’s eyes he simply says, it’s a long story, Peter.

After roll call ends the two officers who were partnered drive out of the station parking lot in their late model 1946 Ford patrol car turning up Howland Avenue heading towards Oak Drive to get coffee and breakfast at JP’s Coffee House on Seventeenth Street. While they drove Detective Knight says, I got drunk, and someone started a fight with me and we fought; he then pulled a knife and I shot him. It was ruled justifiable, but I got sent to uniform. I’m in uniform for the next two years and if I drink again, I am fired.

Sorry to hear that, Mike. If you need to talk or any help, just ask.

Thanks, Peter I appreciate that.

Were partners and partners got each other’s backs.

While drinking coffee and eating a bagel at the coffee house after twenty-five minutes on May 7, 1947, the dispatcher calls. Car 7. Car 7 come in.

Office now Corporal Younger picks up the walkie-talkie and replies, Go ahead dispatch, car 7 here.

Go to 753 Sixth Street call of domestic violence, response code 3.

Rodger dispatch. Car 7 going code 3 to 753 Sixth Street.

With that, the two cops run to the car and as they get in Detective Knight hits the overheads and speeds off. It takes them ten minutes to arrive and as they hear yelling coming from the house as they get to the front door Detective Knight yells, POLICE OPEN THE DOOR NOW. There is no response and with more yelling, he busts the door down.

As they enter the living room, they see a bloody woman standing over a man unconscious on the floor bleeding from the ears and head. As the woman drops the bat and falls into a chair Corporal Younger call the ambulance.

Corporal Younger runs over to the woman and Detective Knight goes to the man. After ten minutes three other cops arrive with the ambulance crew. They load the man and woman into the ambulance with a uniform it heads to the hospital. After forty minutes they leave and go 10-8 which is back in service.

It was the morning of 7 May 1947 in another part of Tillman a woman named Julie Danvers age 35 second daughter of a wealthy banker. Her dad owned the town bank. She wanted to earn her own money and not live off her parents. She was a seamstress who did work for the other wealthy families. The Park Slope scandal: she took valuables from those families. She was suspected, but it was never proven. She got pregnant out of wedlock, and it scandalized her family and the town.

She left Tillman for Baxter and met and married a well-to-do tradesman in May 1948. Two months later he committed suicide and left a note. Friends and family found it strange and suspected her of his death. At the will reading on 7 August 1948 the husband's family contested her being in the will and the probate judge after a thirty-minute pause sided with the family and gave the estate to them only giving her $9000 plus one-year funds to care for the child. Four weeks later the child died mysteriously. She met Samuel Patterson and from September 1948 to October 1948 they did a blackmail scam where she found wealthy married men and slept with them then her co-criminal would burst in playing her husband; accuse the man and threatened to show his wife the pictures if they were not paid. The pair earned $50,000 in five weeks and on 17 October 1948, her co-conspirator