Dead Men Talking: The World's Worst Killers in Their Own Words
In this follow up to 'Talking with Serial Killers', Christopher Berry-Dee takes the reader on a journey into the minds of six of the world's most dangerous and disturbed prisoners.
book if he agreed. This was his chance, perhaps his one and only chance, to come clean, to atone for his dreadful crimes and, more importantly, put the minds of his victims’ families to rest and give them some form of closure. I also offered JR the opportunity to be interviewed by one of the UK’s leading top end television producers of documentaries, on camera, to say what he needed to say, to clear the slate as he saw fit. I have tried this approach more than fifteen times over the years, and
about me, you just read a media created fairytale. 85% of the material is false, but people like to read crap so that’s what they write. The DA who prosecuted me had his wife, who owns a media company; create quite an evil persona of me. OK, the rules – first, if you really want to communicate with me you MUST sent me a photocopy of your driver’s license and a photo ID that shows who you are, your birth date, address. Second, don’t ask me about my case. I have maintained my innocence from the
frequently illegible correspondence caused me sleepless nights, a premature eyesight test, brought my postman to his knees and cost me a fortune in aspirin. To cap it all, he even sent me his prison ID card with the suggestion I might use it in this book, which resulted in him being punished by the Oregon Department of Corrections (ODOC). When Jesperson was fined $25 and suffered the loss of all privileges for ten days, he berated me for asking the ODOC for permission to use the item in this book
any prying eyes should I get a flyer flying by at mach speed. […] I could feel the extra drag on the power as I applied more power. The friction was very real. I picked up speed and got to 64 mph longer than I had hoped for. It was a waiting game. My nerves were tight. Still a lot could go wrong. The miles clicked by. At ten miles the cluster coming up behind were gaining fast. At eleven miles, I turned on my turn signal to exit onto the shoulder, then coasted up to mile marker 210, twelve miles
hatch, only my inner door can be opened when the outer door is locked. They built the cell especially for me. LeRoy Nash, to the author. Born as long ago as 1915, only five years later than Bonnie Parker of Bonnie and Clyde, Nash was already serving two consecutive life sentences for murder and robbery in Utah, when, at the astonishing age of sixty-seven, he escaped from prison in October 1982. Three weeks later, on Wednesday, 3 November, he entered a coin shop in north Phoenix, Arizona, and