title: Buried Dreams: Inside the Mind of a Serial Killer
author:  Tim Cahill 
description: This is the absorbing and disturbing story of John Wayne Gacy, the suburban Chicago businessman sentenced to death in 1980 for the murders of 33 young boys, most of whose bodies were buried in the crawlspace under his home. Cahill, aided in his research by TV reporter Ewing, recreates Gacy's unhappy childhood with a violent father; his seemingly respectable life as a successful contractor and civic leader; and his five-year spree as a murderer who raped and tortured his victims. The book is told mainly from the vantage of the homosexual Gacy, a "creature of lies, internal contradictions, misrepresentations, and false idealism," who claims utter confusion over the crimes. Jurors dismissed an insanity plea, finding Gacy complex, antisocial and rational. Cahill includes graphic accounts of torture and sexual acts. Major ad/promo; first serial to Us magazine; author tour. <BR>Copyright 1986 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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  Tim Kizer
  
  
  
  
  
  Deception
  
  
  Hitchhiker
  
  
  Intoxication
  
  
  
  
  
  Also by Tim Kizer:
  
  
  Days of Vengeance
  
  
  Sixtus
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright 2011, 2012 Tim Kizer
  
  
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  Tim Kizer.
  
  
  
  
  
  Deception
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Chapter 1
  
  
  1.
  
  
  It was a sloppy job, for sure. First, he killed the wrong guy. Second, he
  didn’t bother to put the victim’s fingerprints on those DVDs. Third… Hell, he
  killed the wrong guy, who needs third? What a blockhead.
  
  
  Miranda was not ranting. No, not at all. In fact, she was glad the hitman was
  prone to botching up because that made her job easier. But still, when you
  plan to murder a multimillionaire’s son, you’d better do your homework and dot
  every “i” and cross every “t”, okay?
  
  
  Now, let’s go back to when it all began.
  
  
  
  
  
  2.
  
  
  When Miranda entered the living room, it crossed her 