By Gary Solomon
Dr. Solomon's first novel, A Ballad for Allison Porter, is a mental mystery during which he comprises dependancy, abuse, loss of life, abandonment, love, betrayal, and revenge, all resulting in a grotesque murder.
IN TWELVE HOURS ALLISON PORTER can be completed FOR THE BRUTAL MURDERS OF HER round the corner NEIGHBORS.
Allison has now not acknowledged a notice to somebody because the day of her arrest. while information reporter, Kevin Pratt, is assigned to interview the taciturn Allison Porter, astonishingly, she opens as much as him. Kevin leaves the interview decided to discover the lifetime of the genuine Allison Porter. achieving Allison's vacant domestic, Kevin unearths his solution to a dismal closet in Allison's adolescence bed room. discovering an outdated shoe field jam-packed with miscellaneous keepsakes, Kevin choices during the items of memorabilia. As he touches each one merchandise within the field he flashes again to Allison's previous. sooner than the day is thru, Allison Porter should be useless and Kevin Pratt will vow to maintain her reminiscence in, A Ballad for...
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You don’t miss him. ” Maybe I saw my parents as thoughtless as the inhumanity that governed Allison Porter’s future; maybe I’ve always been enraged over their treatment of me and the loss of my dog, Skippy. If mocking crows escorted me down the prison’s winding egress, I took no notice. Hope was merely a deterrent to allow me to drive at a speed that would have me home that much sooner. When manic rabbits did their best to taunt me, I made no conscious attempt to dodge their comportment; what would one more death matter now?
In here, Lieutenant,” Sergeant Brownell urged. Making their way through a drab, worn living room, the sergeant led Lieutenant Glisten through a labyrinth of dank and musty hallways, which took them to the entrance door of the basement. “Down here,” the sergeant directed, stepping onto the top step landing and holding the door for Glisten. They traversed the dimly lit stairway down one level to another door. The young Sergeant stopped and faced Lieutenant Glisten. “Lieutenant, I’ve never seen anything like this before,” the sergeant proclaimed, circumlocutively trying to warn his lieutenant of what lay beyond the closed wooden door.
On the wall opposite the bed was the corpse of a man in his mid-60’s. The only thing that supplied the lieutenant with the knowledge that it was a man was the corpse’s body hair. His feet dangled a foot or so off the ground, his body hanging in front of a wall with nails driven through his wrists, shoulders and hips. Covered with blood, his face was raw, exposed under flesh as if someone had filleted him from ear to ear. One side of his jaw hung loose, revealing a cavity stripped clean of its tongue.