Jim Malloy

Die, Mother Goose, Die Jim Malloy

When Misty rammed the ice pick in his head, she felt alive, free, and wonderful. And the best part was she had six more to do. With a sigh, he mind went to an earlier time as she squatted in the corner and sucked her thumb absently looking at the dead man staring at the cracks in the ceiling. Childlike tears rolled down her cheeks as she hugged her Raggedy Ann doll and recited her favorite Mother Goose nursery rhyme.

"Marry, Mary, quite contrary. How.....

Plice Sergeant Jack Delaney and theDoom Squadwere stumped. The murders had no common link. He knew if they could find the motive, they would solve the case. The problem was the motive was created fifty years ago.