title: Raw Deal: The Untold Story Of NYPD's "Cannibal Cop"
author:  Gil Valle 
description: "<i>This has to be one of the most fascinating and disturbing cases I've ever looked into. Disturbing not because of what he said, but because he was almost put in prison for life for his thoughts.</i>" <br />-Journalist Melkorka Licea, New York Post<br /><br />"<i>An unflinching, downright scary memoir of injustice from a man whose penchant for morbid role-plays landed him in prison. Gil Valle's sick,sexual, sometimes silly online chats were used against him by the feds,and he was convicted of masterminding an improbable conspiracy of cannibals that stretched across three continents. The outrageous prosecution cost him nearly everything he had--but now, finally, Valle has found a way to write his story for himself."<br />- </i>Daniel Engber, Columnist for Slate Magazine<br /><br />"<i>One of the most twisted tales you will ever read, and it's all true. Thisis a story of cannibal fetishes, a terrified wife, lying FBI agents, a false conviction and a nice public shaming to top it all off. Kafka could not have dreamed up a scenario this wild."</i>- Patrick Quinlan, <i>Los Angeles Times bestselling author of SMOKED</i>
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  # Hell-Bent For the Morgue
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ### Don Larson
  
  
  This page formatted 2005 Munsey's.
  
  
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  _10-Story Detective,_ January, 1941
  
  
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  It looked like a cold trail to Roger Grant when he sought that
  
  
  ice-hot hideout. But Grant had to learn that no sleuth spoor can be as
  
  
  cold as a morgue slab.
  
  
  **
  
  
  ROGER GRANT didn't stop when he saw the figure in the darkness
  
  
  opposite the row of cheap apartments. He hunched in his seat and let
  
  
  his roadster coast ahead.
  
  
  The figure was a man, fat, pugnacious, with a frayed cigar stuck
  
  
  between thick lips, and a low- crowned derby set on his bullet head. He
  
  
  had the look of a stage detective.
  
  
  Grant could guess who he was. A dick from some private agency,
  
  
  watching the residence of Linda Powers, hoping to get a line on the Van
  
  
  Horn diamonds that the Rinaldi mob was reputed to have stolen.
  
  
  Roger Grant, free-lance investigator 