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Murder on Sunset Strip is the second book in a compelling series of true crime short stories for listeners who don't have time for a full-length novel. The story of Carol Bundy and Doug Clark examines the chilling account of the serial-killing duo whose deadly rampage began in 1980 on LA's sunset strip.

If there was no yesterday and tomorrow was a myth, what would you do? Mason Thursday, a PI with a permanent case of retrograde amnesia, has to answer that question every time he wakes, all of his obtained memories having fallen away during the night's sleep, and he moves forward with optimism, enthusiasm, and a sometimes inappropriate sarcasm.

Timothy Wilson Spencer has the distinction of being the first American serial killer to be convicted on the basis of DNA evidence - evidence that also exonerated a man who had been in prison after being wrongly convicted of committing one of Spencer's murders. A troubled adolescent from Arlington, Virginia, with a deep hatred of women, Spencer utilized his cat-burglar skills, strength, and agility to gain entry into his victims' homes, lay wait, and then bind, rape, torture, and murder them.

Explores whether or not consciousness has a physical basis. Utilizes the work of Ramachandran, Feynman, Wilber, Churchland, and Gerald Edelman.

April is a gorgeous time be in Washington, DC. Temperatures across America's capital city steadily rise as Spring arrives and the streets become lined with blooming Cherry Blossom trees. But in 1999, April brought news of a tragedy to Washington, DC, and to the family of Joyce Chiang. Joyce was an American attorney who worked for the Immigration and Naturalization Service. She had been missing for three months, and now, her badly decomposed body was being dragged from the Potomac River.

My brothers have been on me for ages about being with Esperanza, the club’s lawyer, but I always wrote it off. I always told myself I shouldn’t mix business with pleasure, and that we wouldn’t be a good match. I figured we were cut from the same cloth and it would be a disaster . . . that is, until I crossed a line with her one fateful night. I was weak and alcohol was swarming through our veins. Love was in the air, and I guess we both didn’t want to be alone. It was circumstantial that we even ended up in her bed in the first place, but after that first time, I wanted more.

In the past I wasn't a good man. No one had to tell me 'cause I already knew it. I made mistakes and I screwed up more times than I could count. It's what led my ol' lady, Skadi, to leave. For so long I was angry. In fact, I was furious that she left that I began drowning my sorrows in alcohol. Years had gone by and I still held onto anger because I felt like she abandoned me. But, she didn't. She did what she thought was right. She left me because of my immature actions.