by JHowatt | Dec 16, 2020 | Crime Writing
What are you doing here? Summer, 1958. I was a thirteen-year-old geek with thick glasses, frizzy hair, a scruffy dog named Laddie, and two girlfriends who lived up the street. Our family lived in Wilmette, a suburb of Chicago. My father was a corporate attorney; my... 
by JHowatt | Dec 7, 2020 | Crime Writing
The Clutter House: Murder in the Heartland I can almost remember the scene – clear as Autumn in the Sierras, when in 1967 I purchased a book I’d been anxious to read in an airport bookstore, Truman Capote’s, In Cold Blood. I was in the spacious Pacific...