The Scientology Murders. William Heffernan

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       Table of Contents

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       Copyright & Credits

       Copyright Statement

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       E-Book Extra: Excerpt from The Dead Detective

       Acknowledgments

       About William Heffernan

       About Akashic Books

      Published by Akashic Books

      ©2017 William Heffernan

      Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-61775-535-4

      Paperback ISBN: 978-1-61775-536-1

      e-ISBN: 978-1-61775-552-1

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2016953894

      First Printing

      Akashic Books

      Brooklyn, New York

      Twitter: @AkashicBooks

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      E-mail: [email protected]

      Website: www.akashicbooks.com

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. While the Church of Scientology is a real institution, and some of the details about it are based on the author’s research, the crimes portrayed in this novel are purely fictitious and not based on any actual events. To the best of the author’s knowledge, there is no “office of church discipline,” as portrayed in the novel. Furthermore, there is no affiliation between the author and the Church of Scientology, and no connection between the actions described in this fictional work and the church or its members.

       This book is for Terrence Timothy Heffernan, who left us in 2015. I miss you, my brother.

       I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents.

      —John Steinbeck

      Chapter One

       Palm Harbor, Florida

      Harry Santos Doyle stared into the dead man’s face. He had already removed the man’s wallet; knew his name was Charlie Moon, knew he was twenty-eight years old, and that he lived in the house where his body was found. He also knew that the large butcher knife protruding from the center of his chest had probably cleaved his heart in two.

      Doyle’s partner, Vicky Stanopolis, squatted beside him. She, too, stared at the man. He was pale and flabby with a plump, round face and his blindly staring eyes still held a look of horrified surprise. His mouth was opened wide as though he wanted to scream out a final objection to his death. She glanced at Harry.

      “Are you getting anything?” She waited, knowing he would answer when he was ready.

      Seconds passed before Harry finally nodded. “I’m getting three words.” He stared into the man’s face. “You old bitch.” Harry shook his head. “When he said those words he was in great pain. I think they were the last words he ever spoke.”

      Vicky avoided Harry’s eyes. She knew his history. She glanced through a doorway to an adjoining room. She could just see the crossed ankles of the elderly woman who had let them into the apartment. Vicky guessed the woman to be somewhere in her eighties. She was small and frail and Vicky had helped her to a chair before they went to examine the body. It was hard to imagine her plunging a heavy eight-inch butcher knife into a man’s chest.

      She turned to Harry. “Are you thinking Grandma?”

      He nodded. “We better talk to her.”

      Harry Doyle was six one with enough lean, hard muscle to fill out a fairly large frame. He had wavy brown hair and penetrating green eyes but he was far from a pretty boy. There was a ruggedly handsome look about him, but one that also warned of someone who should not be pushed too far. Yet those features quickly softened


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