
CHARLIE POPE TRUDGED down the alley with the empty garbage can on his back, soaked in the stench of rancid meat and rotten bananas and curdled blood and God knew what else, a man whose life had collapsed into a trash pitand still he could feel the eyes falling on him.
CHARLIE POPE TRUDGED down the alley with the empty garbage can on his back, soaked in the stench of rancid meat and rotten bananas and curdled blood and God knew what else, a man whose life had collapsed into a trash pitand still he could feel the eyes falling on him.
The first body is of a young woman, found on a Minneapolis riverbank, her throat cut, her body scourged and put on display. Whoever did this, Lucas Davenport knows, is pushed by brain chemistry. There is something wrong with him. This isn't a bad love affair. The second body is found three weeks later, in a farmhouse six miles south. Same condition, same display--except this time it is a man. Nothing to link the two victims, nothing to indicate that the killings end here. "This guy "Lucas said. He took a deep breath, let it out as a sigh. "This guy is going to bust our chops." And soon he is going to do far, far worse than that

1944 Feb. 23
A Pulitzer-winning American journalist, John Roswell Camp was asked to write the _Prey_ series of novels under the pseudonym John Sandford. With the popularity of that series, he continued to use the same pseudonym for subsequent novels, including even the sequels to Camp's earlier Kidd novels.
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