Who is murdering the Eastern States Football League officials in Vanmer, Pennsylvania? And why is the killer using Vanmer Vipers’ helmets as murder weapons? Johnny Knight, photojournalist for the Independent, takes on one of the most dangerous jobs and responsibilities he has ever attempted. As he begins to unravel clues about the Helmet Killer murders, he uncovers a gambling ring involving numerous Viper players and a real estate mogul with a town full of secrets. And what about the missing money from the first victim, a whopping nine hundred thousand dollars? Is a Viper footballer paying off his steep gambling debts by murdering well-to-do officials? Along the way, Johnny falls in love with two very attractive and different men -- the sexy owner of McMuscles Gym, Matthew McDestin, and the jockish running back for the Vanmer Vipers, Beckley Roarke. Both have a piece of Johnny's heart, and both really don't want to share Johnny. So what's a detective to do when he's seeing two hotties at the same time? Can Johnny piece together the puzzle of murder and bring the Helmet Killer to justice, putting Vanmer at peace again?

Double Coverage

A Vanmer ambulance arrived at 487 Fiddle Way approximately eight minutes after Beth’s arrival. Brisken Larimer and his pal, Hart Blessing, were the paramedics on duty. Following Officer Jim Tanner’s approval, Brisken and Hart took the body away on a mobile gurney. The three roommates sobbed and clung together.


A hysterical Mrs. Oliver Cliffton arrived at the rented house just as her daughter’s body was being toted to the sidewalk. Vivian Cliffton was a small woman with quite the overbite. She practically climbed on top of her daughter as CeeAnne was being carted away. The woman screamed at the top of her voice, “My baby! What have you done, baby? How could you have done this to yourself?”


I clicked a number of photographs of Vivian and her bagged daughter on the gurney. None of the pictures would end up in the Independentbecause of their graphic nature, but the photojournalist in me couldn’t stop from using my digital camera, creating a visual story of the CeeAnne event.


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