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Serial Killer Case Files Volume 1: Serial Killer Case Files
Serial Killer Case Files Volume 1: Serial Killer Case Files
Serial Killer Case Files Volume 1: Serial Killer Case Files
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Serial Killer Case Files Volume 1: Serial Killer Case Files

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18 Shocking True Crime Stories of the World's Worst Serial Killers. Included in this volume;

John Eric Armstrong: A psychopathic sailor who traveled the world with the US Navy, racking up kills in every port he visited, from Hawaii to Hong Kong.

George Joseph Smith: This truly heartless killer who preyed on lonely spinsters, killing them by an ingeniously original method.

Faryion Wardrip: He was considered a pillar of the community in Wichita Falls, Texas – until DNA evidence exposed him as a brutal serial killer.

Kendall Francois: He was known as "Stinky," and with good reason – he had the bodies of eight murdered prostitutes decomposing in his attic.

Ion Rimaru: A real-life Romanian vampire, Rimaru terrorized Bucharest with a series of horrifically bloody murders.

Robert Hansen: Big game hunter who took to hunting humans for sport, tracking them through the Alaskan wilderness.

Archibald Hall: Known as the 'Monster Butler,' Hall spent his days serving the British nobility and his nights as a thief, conman and serial killer.

Pedro Lopez: The "Monster of the Andes" accumulated a barely believable toll of 300 victims, all of them children.


Plus 10 more, rivetting true murder cases. Scroll up to grab your copy now.
 

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PublisherRobert Keller
Release dateFeb 28, 2017
ISBN9781386565307
Serial Killer Case Files Volume 1: Serial Killer Case Files
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Robert Keller

Bestselling true crime author Robert Keller first developed an interest in the subject when, as a teenager, he accidentally checked out a book from the library thinking it was a vampire novel. It was, in fact, the true story of British "vampire killer” John Haigh. Thus a lifelong fascination with true crime was born, launching a writing career than has produced more than fifty books over forty years. Mr. Keller’s works include the acclaimed Monsters series, an exploration into the lives and crimes of the world’s most deadly psychopaths.       Find out more at www.robertkellerauthor.com  

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Serial Killer Case Files Volume 1 - Robert Keller

18 Truly Horrific Serial Murder Cases, including;

The lives and murderous careers of 18 of the world’s most terrifying serial killers, including;

John Eric Armstrong: A psychopathic sailor who traveled the world with the US Navy, racking up kills in every port he visited, from Hawaii to Hong Kong.

George Joseph Smith: This truly heartless killer who preyed on lonely spinsters, killing them by an ingeniously original method.

Faryion Wardrip: He was considered a pillar of the community in Wichita Falls, Texas – until DNA evidence exposed him as a brutal serial killer.

Kendall Francois: He was known as Stinky, and with good reason – he had the bodies of eight murdered prostitutes decomposing in his attic.

Ion Rimaru: A real-life Romanian vampire, Rimaru terrorized Bucharest with a series of horrifically bloody murders.

Stephen Judy: A career sex offender and serial killer who was responsible for Indiana’s most horrific mass murder.

Michael Wayne McGray: A hulking Canadian serial killer who was convicted of six murders but suspected of at least 16.

Ahmad Suradji: An Indonesian ‘witchdoctor’ who killed 42 women in the belief that their deaths would increase his magical powers. 

The Boston Strangler: Albert De Salvo took the fall but many experts now believe that the real Boston Strangler got away with murder.

Gesina Gottfried: The ‘Angel of Bremen’ murdered fifteen of her family and friends was the last person to be publicly executed in the city.

Robert Hansen: Big game hunter who took to hunting humans for sport, tracking them through the Alaskan wilderness. 

Archibald Hall: Known as the ‘Monster Butler,’ Hall spent his days serving the British nobility and his nights as a thief, conman and serial killer.

Charles Cullen: Convicted of 40 murders and suspected of as many as 400, Cullen might just be America’s most prolific serial killer.

Lydia Sherman: A prolific Black Widow who dispatched five husbands and lovers to an early grave with her trusty vial of arsenic.

David Alan Gore & Fred Waterfield: A pair of murderous cousins who terrorized Florida with a series of brutal murders.

Thomas Quick: Sweden’s most prolific serial killer. Quick is suspected of fifteen mutilation murders across Scandinavia.

Pedro Lopez: The Monster of the Andes accumulated a barely believable toll of 300 victims, all of them children.

Westley Allan Dodd: A sickening pedophile who tortured, stabbed and strangled three young boys to death.

John Eric Armstrong

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The prostitutes who worked the streets on Detroit’s rundown southwest side were afraid. Over the last few months there’d been a new john prowling their beat, a big, baby-faced guy, driving a dark, late model SUV. The man liked to play rough. Already he’d throttled a couple of girls who’d been lucky to escape with their lives. The word was out. Avoid this john. Sooner or later, he was going to kill somebody. 

The working girls may have been scared, but that didn’t stop them walking the streets. Some, like Kelly Hood, had no choice in the matter. The Muskegon native had a crack cocaine habit to feed, and selling her body on the streets was the only way she knew to make enough money to satisfy her need. It hadn’t always been this way for Kelly. When she’d moved to Detroit from her hometown, it had been to join her boyfriend who worked on the production line at the Chrysler auto plant. Eventually, they’d married, bought a house in the suburbs and raised three children. 

But the tedium of domestic life had gotten to Kelly. Seeking some kind of escape, she’d allowed her friend Linda to talk her into trying crack cocaine. Before long, Kelly and Linda were addicted to the drug, living only for the next high, chasing the dragon, in street parlance. Soon, she’d left her husband and children behind for a life as a buffer – a street prostitute who sells herself to support her habit.

It was cold on the night that Kelly died but not too cold for a crack addict to be on the streets. Likewise, the driver of the black Jeep with the vanity plate Baby Doll was not discouraged by the unpleasant weather. Like Kelly, John Eric Armstrong had a habit to feed. Armstrong had recently arrived in Detroit following his honorable discharge from the Navy. He was out looking for someone. Along a darkened stretch of Michigan Avenue, he spotted her.

Kelly was standing beneath a street lamp, her fake rabbit-fur jacket pulled up around her ears against the cold, her short skirt providing scant protection. If she’d heard about the aggressive john in the black SUV she either didn’t register or didn’t care. Her need was too great. Everything else was secondary. Her only concern was that the man might be a cop. The last thing she needed was to go cold turkey in a police holding cell.

But this guy didn’t look like a cop. He was big, a flabby 300-pounds with a receding hairline and three days’ worth of scraggly blond growth on his chin. He also wore glasses and despite his size, he didn’t seem dangerous. Like most working girls, Kelly liked to think she had a nose for danger.

A short exchange of bartering followed and, the price agreed, Kelly hoisted herself into the passenger seat. The Jeep was warm inside, that was a blessing at least. She directed the man to drive to the end of the block and turn into an alley. Without comment he did so, bringing the vehicle to a stop in the shadows and engaging the hand brake. 

You wanna get in back? Kelly said, her mind already on the rocks of crack this trick was going to bring her.

No, the man said, shooting out a huge hand and wrapping it around her throat, applying instant pressure. I hate whores.

Three months before the murder of Kelly Hood, the police had been called to the scene of another homicide. Wendy Jordan was not a hooker, at least according to her family, who insisted that those days were long behind her, that she’d been clean for over two years and now had a decent job managing a gas station. Perhaps that was true, but it didn’t stop Wendy falling into the hands of a man trawling for prostitutes. That was on New Year’s Day 2000. Two days later Wendy’s body was pulled from the cold, dirty waters of the Rouge River in Dearborn Heights. She’d been strangled, her body apparently thrown from a bridge into the water – a tragedy, no doubt, but something that police officers in cities across the globe deal with every day.

It was the discovery of the body that bothered investigators. The man who had found her was a hulking ex-sailor named John Eric Armstrong. According to Armstrong, he’d been out for a walk when he suddenly began to feel nauseous. Leaning over the bridge to try and throw up, he’d spotted the body in the water. He’d then dialed 911 and called the police. 

While Armstrong’s story was possibly true, the police weren’t buying it. They’d seen this ruse played before, a criminal reporting a crime that he himself had committed in order to deflect suspicion. If that was Armstrong’s intention, though, he was doing a poor job of it. He seemed altogether too nervy, closing or averting his eyes whenever the investigators pressed him on some or other point. When other witnesses contradicted Armstrong’s version of events, the police quickly moved him to the top of their suspect list. While they awaited the pathologist's report on the victim, they began looking into Armstrong’s background.

John Eric Armstrong was born in New Bern, North Carolina on November 23,1973, the older of two sons. His early life was marred by a number of traumatic events. When he was just 5 years old, his 2-month-old brother Michael died suddenly, the death ascribed to Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. The death hit the young boy very hard and he had to receive grief counseling to cope. He even rode his bicycle into speeding traffic, telling his mother that he wanted to be with Mickey.

Adding to the trauma was his father’s desertion of the family just 4 months after Michael’s death. Armstrong would later claim that his father sexually abused him as a child. Whether that is true or not, John Armstrong senior was certainly neglectful – when Eric was 2-years-old, he fell out of a window and broke his arm, while his father was supposed to be watching him. From his early years, Armstrong wanted to be called Eric, not John, the name he associated with his abusive father. 

Armstrong was an unassuming child, who enjoyed fishing and baseball and once won a debating trophy at school. Terry Fuhrman, Assistant Principal of New Bern High School, remembers him as a B and C student who was quiet, well-behaved and had ambitions of becoming a police officer.

After graduating high school in 1992, Armstrong worked for a number of months at a grocery store before enlisting in the Navy, reporting for duty in 1993. His first posting was to the aircraft carrier Nimitz. On board he met fellow sailor Katie Rednoskea, who would become his wife in 1998. 

Armstrong performed a number of jobs during his time on board the Nimitz, including aircraft refueller, mechanic and finally, barber. He was not considered by his superiors to be a model sailor, but his disciplinary record was unblemished. During his eight years of service, he was awarded the Navy/Marine Corps Achievement Medal; two good conduct medals; the Navy Unit Commendation Ribbon; the Meritorious Unit Commendation ribbon; the National Defense Service Medal; Armed Forces Expeditionary Medal; and two Sea Service Deployment ribbons. He also attained the rank of Petty Officer 3rd Class.

Taking an honorable discharge in April 1999, Armstrong moved to Detroit, where he found work as a security guard with DMC Health Care Centers in Novi, a wealthy suburb in the north of the city. He lost that job after placing a fake 911 call, claiming that he’d been attacked while investigating a burglary. He was later a clerk at a Target store in Dearborn Heights, before putting his navy training to use and becoming a refueler at Detroit Metropolitan Airport.

While the police may have had their suspicions about Armstrong they had no evidence to suggest that he might have killed Wendy Jordan – at least not yet.

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