I write true crime books. I do this because A) I bumped into a serial killer once (1991) and B) I had no choice but to write about the bizarre, unusual meeting we had; a meeting that turned into a relationship that lasted roughly 5 years or more. By relationship I mean – we talked on the telephone at least once a day every day of our lives. I knew he was a serial killer and I purposed to help the police secure his arrest. We frequently had dinner in public places. At that time I wore a police wire. I tried to get him to Confess. He followed me more than once. This was before the era of cell phones and high-end tapping. Our friendship was unique – he tried to seduce me and I tried to put him away. Yet he knew all along what I was up to. Finally, on March 22nd, 1996 he was arrested. I earned my license as a private eye and gained alot of national television news attention, (CBS, NBC, ABC, Unsolved Mysteries, etc.) I starred on a few crime show spots and some reality programming. I landed on the front page of the Wall Street Journal. I even went on Geraldo! in New York City with the killer. Yes, that’s a truth. Eventually- after the killer was arrested and eventually passed away, when I felt safe, I sat down and wrote a book about my five- year undercover journey. I explained how I was close friends with the Marion County Sheriff and how my Sheriff-friend even provided me with my own police car for protection only – that brown car sat in my driveway for five years. It was a decoy – he insisted – to save my life – but mine to put the keys in and drive around the block to make it look like I didn’t live alone. (Yes, I played with the red lights, I cannot lie.) About a year after the alleged killer’s death I tried to buy his two-story house and property so I could turn it into a haunted bed and breakfast. It was an investment, I thought. Unfortunately, his house looked just like the structure in the movie “Amityville Horror”. It was a cash offer only and when I arrived with the real estate agent she was as bewildered as I was at what was inside. We found bloody pants in the basement, we even brought Cadaver dogs to the property for a search for dead bodies. That’s how certain I was that this man was a serial killer. I was not surprised to learn all five dogs indicated –you guessed it – human remains in the basement, under the kitchen sink and in this guy’s Irvington, Indiana back yard. No one can say they wrote a book with a serial killer but I did – and it’s only the grace of God I lived to tell about it – and write about it. I’ve since penned three books about this story – my story is bizarre but true. My unusual journey, one that I documented for a decade, takes readers across the county and all the way to Gallatin,Tennessee where one of the accomplices lived – I even hired a bounty hunter to track the killer’s trail. I hope you can check out my three part series on this unusual triple homicide that I solved and don’t read it with the lights off. In the 1990’s it was optioned for a movie three times. If you don’t keep the lights on, you will be too scared : “The LaSalle Street Murders – by Carol Sissom. #J4560
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