I’m not going to snow you over here. Up until about 2008, I had no interest to become a true crime writer. I had been a cop for about 16 years in Las Vegas and life was good. I was at the top of my game, respected in my profession, was raising a family, and cruising right along. I read a book maybe once every couple of years—life was busy and I spent most of my down time with my family or coaching youth baseball. I was living out my dream of … [Read more...]