Rigor mortis had started. The partially stiffened body was pushed out the door into the night rain. Daybreak and ultimate discovery were hours away. ... Cook County was located in the northwest corner of the state. This was the Midwest, the Corn Belt, noted for fields of corn with some dairy cows thrown in, not dead girls along the highway. It was supposed to be a quiet farming community. Rosie wondered when the last homicide might have been. After all, she came here to get away from big city crime, drugs, and gangs, and so far except for one thing, separate from police work, she was pleased. ... “Looks like she was killed and her body dumped along the road. There are marks on both wrists like she’d been tied up. She really must have struggled because the rope or whatever held her really cut into her wrists. No identification on her, in fact, all her pockets were empty. She was about eighteen I’d guess and good looking, kind of boyish face with very short hair. Oh yeah, she wasn’t dressed for rainy weather, no jacket just a light shirt. And we had rain on and off all night.” ... Pete hung up the phone and looked over at Joe. “Well, that was the coroner. She was bound at the wrists and ankles and sexually molested a lot, looks like over a couple days and it was painful, almost like torture. Then she was suffocated. That’s all he has now but he will keep us posted and send a complete report right away with a follow up to fill in any missing things, like blood tests for drugs. That’s all he had. Guess we should call the Chief, huh?” Joe remarked, “Torture! What are we dealing with?” “Don’t know.” Pete replied as he started to dial the Chief’s number. ... The occasional crackle of thunder and flash of lighting were the only interruptions to the rain on the rooftop and the rhythmic beat of the wipers. The visibility at times was less than one hundred feet. Who would be out on a night like this? Almost no one, the driver certainly wouldn’t be out if there weren’t a very important delivery to make. The vehicle turned off the highway and onto a dirt road. It moved at a snail’s pace. The speedometer bounced around the ten MPH mark. After awhile the automatic shift was slipped from drive into neutral. The momentum of the vehicle carried it forward for a few seconds and then it came to a stop. As it stopped, simultaneously the headlights were turned off and the shift lever was put in the park position. All was still. Because of the cornfields on both sides of the road, no lights or houses could be seen. With the dashboard lights out there was total darkness. ‘Is this the best spot ever’, thought the driver, pausing a moment to relish in the serenity. With that, the motorist reached over and opened the passenger door. The interior light bulb had been removed so the vehicle remained in total darkness. With one big push, the body in the passenger seat tumbled out onto the shoulder of the road and rolled six feet into the ditch. A grin crossed the murderer’s face, as the door was pulled closed. Delivery completed. The killer cherished the moment, ‘another one gone. I did it!’ ... ‘Time to get back, have a nice hot shower, and watch some TV.’ Already forgotten were the events of the last four days including tonight, just like they never occurred. Sleep was restless, as it had been on many occasions. Dreams were not of the girl tonight; she had been quickly forgotten. This was of a time long ago. That same recurring nightmare ... Pat pleading ... then blood everywhere. I hate this place ... Why am I tied down...Help me... Help. ... That evening Joe spent his time driving the highways of Cook County trying to piece together the clues of Carol Burroughs’ murder. Many miles away, a girl lay helpless. “Eemmm, emmmm,” she murmured. With a gag in her mouth and her feet and arms tied it was the best she could do. She had just woken up and was trying to figure out how she ended up like this. She was gr

This book charts the history of the last fifty years of the Austro-Hungarian Empire from 1867 to 1918. it reveals that the Habsburg Monarchy, though not in a healthy state before 1914, was not in fact doomed to collapse. The author examines foreign and domestic policies and reveals the weaknesses inherent in the Empire.He also shows how the Austro-Hungarian Empire attempted to satisfy the claims of eleven distinct national groups.

This collection of essays, four of which are published in English for the first time, represents the life's work of the historian Tim Mason, one of the most original and perceptive scholars of National Socialism, who pioneered its social and labour history. His provocative articles and essays, written between 1964 and 1990, exhibit a combination of empirical rigour and theoretical astuteness which made them landmarks in the definition and elaboration of major debates in the historiography of National Socialism. These ten essays collect together Mason's most significant writings, including discussions of the domestic origins of the Second World War, the role of Hitler, and the character of working-class resistance, as well as his pathbreaking study of women under National Socialism, and examples of comparative work on fascism and Nazism. A complete bibliography of his publications is also appended.

"Detroit's role as the Arsenal of Democracy during World War II is well known, but the war effort in Michigan extended to all corners of the state. Schoolchildren showed their patriotism by raising money for war bonds to buy planes, tanks and jeeps. The locks in Sault Ste. Marie were considered a potential target of a German attack and were guarded accordingly. A spy ring in Detroit mobilized an unsuccessful attempt to help an escaped German POW flee the continent. A top-secret navy project, undisclosed until the 1990s, set aircraft carriers afloat on the Great Lakes. Compiling more than 180 images, including many never before seen, author Dan Mason unfolds the stories of Michigander grit and courage overseas and at home."--Back cover.

"The Affair at the Semiramis Hotel" is a detective novel written by A.E.W. Mason, a British author known for his suspenseful and thrilling stories. The book follows the investigation of a murder that takes place at the Semiramis Hotel in Cairo, Egypt. The story revolves around an eclectic group of hotel guests, including a wealthy businessman, a French actress, and a British spy. When a murder occurs, the guests are thrown into a web of suspicion and intrigue, with each one having a possible motive for the crime. The book's protagonist, Inspector Hanaud, is a masterful detective who uses his deductive skills and intuition to unravel the mystery. Is he going to be successful? Through his investigation, Hanaud uncovers a complex web of lies and deception, leading to a thrilling and unexpected conclusion. To know the complete story, readers should go through the complete story!

Throughout the years, Detroit Metro Airport has grown and changed with the times. During the golden age of flight, the airport served the local community by providing transportation and employment. In World War II, Romulus Army Air Field served the military by transporting B-24 Liberator bombers to the East Coast. It was also a transfer base for P-39 Airacobras and P-63 Kingcobras to be flown to the Soviet Union via Great Falls, Montana, and Alaska. The war ended, and the airport became a civilian operation again, with the Air National Guard maintaining a presence. During the Cold War, the airport saw the presence of nuclear weapons, but by the end of 1971 the weapons and the Air National Guard were gone. Constant upgrades in technology for safety and security make the passenger experience as pleasant and exciting as possible.

Six weeks before Pearl Harbor, Keith Mason received a $150 uniform allowance, a pair of silver wings, and his first assignment as a flight instructor: Randolph Field, Texas. Two years later, he was Squadron Officer in the 460th Bomb Group, 15th Air Force in Spinazzola, Italy - flying the harrowing combat missions he dreamed of as a boy in rural Iowa. As a memoir of one man’s war years, Mason provides insight on the inner workings of serving as an airman during World War II: facing stultifying boredom, stupefying incompetence, paralyzing fear, and stunning success. Details of how crews were selected for combat missions, of the necessity to occasionally break up crews, and of select missions in which Mason was a participant are important additions to the history and literature of this often neglected theater.

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