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sharkeyes_lg Diane Marger Moore
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Bink Books
360 pp. ● 6×9
$17.95 (pb) ● $9.99 (eb)
ISBN 978-1-945805-79-0 (pb)

TRUE CRIME/ Murder/General
BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY/ Personal Memoirs

Publication date: September 2018

About the Book

An eight-week-old child is killed in a nursery fire started by either his firefighter father, his banker mother, or both. They claim they left their newborn alone in his room as they fled the house to get help. Diane Marger Moore, a middle aged novice prosecutor in Marion County, Indiana, who is also a wife and the mother of two toddlers, and Leslie Van Buskirk, a diehard homicide detective inhabiting a ballerina’s body with a sailor’s vocabulary, investigate this complex murder.

Conventional wisdom says the case cannot be won, but these women are on a mission to prove they can get the job done in the male-dominated world of prosecution and homicide investigation. Readers are guided through the actual investigation, interviews, technical aspects, and surrounding drama related to this horrible crime.


Excerpt

Chapter 1

It was cold and gray as only an Indiana winter day can be. It had been an uneventful morning when my telephone rang. It was my boss, chief trial counsel for the Marion County Prosecutor’s Office.

“D’you know anything about Brian Poindexter dismissing an arson murder case against a guy named Wise, who supposedly killed his eight week old baby?”

“I didn’t even know that Brian had an arson case. He’s never mentioned it to me and I certainly didn’t agree to dismiss, anything. What’s this about?” I asked.

My boss was to the point. “Some bitch of a police detective wants a meeting. Fifteen minutes in the conference room.”
He hung up.

Unbeknownst to me, of course, that call was the beginning of a treacherous and testing quest to bring to trial, and to convict a despicable murderer, represented by capable defense lawyers, who planned and executed the unspeakable death of his own, living, breathing, son, an infant only eight weeks old.

The dead baby’s name was Matthew Dean Wise and it was for his soul that we were seeking justice.

The unaffectionate nickname the homicide detective gave to the killer, the baby’s father, William Wise, was “Sharkeyes,” because she recognized the pitiless, remorseless, deadliness in his unblinking black eyes.