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Monday, October 21, 2013

The Dark Marksmen: TV Show Tonight

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Show: Twisted
Episode title: The Dark Marksmen
When: 10:00 pm Eastern, 7:00 pm Arizona
Date: October 21
Network: Investigation Discovery or ID (check your local listings to find which channel this is in your area)

This will air in more than 50 countries. Please check listings in your country. This show airs in Great Britain as "Born to Kill?"


Tonight U.S. television debuts the episode of Twisted that we shot in April. Tune in to the cable channel Investigation Discovery at 10:00 pm Eastern, 7:00 pm Arizona time.

The episode is called "The Dark Marksmen."

Serial Shooter survivor Paul Patrick with British TV producer and moi

 The photo above was taken in the spring when the British crew was filming Paul Patrick, whose story is told in my book, A SUDDEN SHOT.  A few months later, in the summer,  the villain mastermind of the crime spree, Dale Hausner, died in prison.

Hausner died at his own hand, friendless. His family, which had loyally attended his trial for more than 6 long months, had finally concluded that youngest son Dale really was a serial killer, one who gloated at death agonies and taught his toddler the lingo of murder. As the news of his death spread, the Hausner family released this statement: "We as a family stand with the victims of the crimes and their families. Today, a murderer died and is now going on to face the Ultimate Judge. Again, our thoughts and prayers are with the innocent people that were victims of his senseless crimes."

It had taken years for the family to get to that point. They had vigorously defended Dale and believed in his innocence. How well I remember the day, however, that secret recordings of Dale were played in court, recordings that were taken from the apartment next door using special equipment. The Hausner family members, seated not far from me in the courtroom, seemed shaken to the core as they heard his cruel laughter mixed with the innocent voice of his tiny daughter. She could barely talk at all and he was teaching her to ape his private jokes about his secret hobby: murder.   The family put their heads down and wept as her little voice rang out. I could never say for sure, but it seems this child, and the surveillance tape of her, may have been key to the family's finally seeing Dale for the guilty man he was.

This child is grade school age now. Her mother told me some time ago that she is doing well. She has grown up as the adopted child of her mother's husband, unaware of her own association with the infamous crimes of Dale Hausner.

Others who were associated with Dale Hausner were not sorry to see him go. While their professional work on his behalf was scrupulous and vigorous, as every defendant has a right to expect, they are not happy to have their names linked with his for all time. Some will talk to me privately, not for attribution. The day Dale Hausner died, one of them told me "Good riddance." This person went on to say that Dale's suicide was not a suprise.

Indeed, it wasn't. He had tried it before he ever went to trial, in the Maricopa County Jail.  But guards found him and he was revived. Hausner had jovially waved off the incident ever since. After his conviction, though, Hausner pursued his own execution.

In one letter to my colleague and friend Michael Kiefer he wrote, "I mean, really, what's a guy got to do to get to get snuffed out?"

Dale Hausner did not leave a suicide note and we will never know what his true private last thoughts were. But his prison suicide took planning, the long-term hoarding of drugs available to him. When he petitioned Arizona courts to have his appeals stopped and his execution expedited, the state wanted to make sure he was in his right mind to make such a decision.

I was even in court one day when Dale Hausner had planned to appear telephonically but his court appointed appeals attorney, a zealous anti-death penalty advocate, had the court hang up on him so he could not interfere with her legal defense of his life.

As part of this process of determining whether Dale Hausner was competent to rush to meet his execution, the state ordered psychological evaluations of him.

This is one thing we know that Dale Hausner detested, the public disclosure of any psychological report. He waived mitigation, or the portion of an Arizona trial where defense attorneys put on evidence to support a plea for mercy before sentencing, in order to avoid his childhood being publicly explored or psychological reviews being entered.

This time, in trying to expedite his execution, Dale Hausner had no choice in that matter. He could not waive the psychologists away. It's a good bet the approaching catastrophe, as he considered it, of loss of psychological privacy had something to do with Dale Hausner's decision to execute himself at the time that he did.

Certainly the smirking killer had other reasons to take such a drastic step, since we know he had been trying and planning for years. Listening to the tape of Dale Hausner, private, not knowing a cadre of law enforcement were wiring microphones into the drywall of his apartment, re-living his crimes and glorying in the sufferings of those he left to die on sidewalks all over the Phoenix metro area, it can not be doubted that the thing that made him happiest was killing.  In prison, the power to kill was lost to him forever. Without feeling the ultimate joy of his power of death, his status as "a god among mortals" (read the book if you want to learn more about that quote), Dale Hausner must have felt life was no longer sweet.

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As this show goes to air, I would like to thank once again the incomparable Mary Morrison of the House of Broadcast Museum in Scottsdale. Here she is with me the day we shot this episode. We are standing behind the crew's camera. Thank you so much, Mary! 






Friday, December 30, 2011

Wicked Attraction--Dale Hausner

Did you just watch Dale Hausner and Sam Dieteman on TV? On Wicked Attraction?


This is the book that gives the story behind the story...


The book is available at any bookseller including for all e-readers. Download now and be reading in seconds what really happened the night police listened in while Dale and Sam were gloating, how Dale mistook who the police were, how Sam walked right past undercover cops.



The Shoot to Thrill episode of Wicked Attraction is based on the book, A SUDDEN SHOT. There are so many more stories inside the book--read about the "rubber shoe guy," Buddy the burro, what happened to Paul after the trial and so many more. You did so much over the holidays--give yourself a little treat right now! You deserve it!
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Camille Kimball's books:
                 **A Sudden Shot** as seen on TV!
Coming soon: Masters of True Crime-Chilling Stories of Murder and the Macabre

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Sunday, November 20, 2011

This is the Book About Dale Hausner

Detective Smith being interviewed by Wicked Attraction
Wicked Attraction's "Shoot to Thrill" episode is based on my book, A SUDDEN SHOT.

Here are a couple of snapshots from when the TV crew was in Phoenix filming it.


For more photos, click the FaceBook badge to the right or navigate this site using the Dale Hausner tag.
Serial killer survivor Paul Patrick, Author Camille Kimball, Wicked Attraction crew Darin and Rusty


From the book:

     The blood dripping down was his own, to his astonishment, and now that he saw it, he felt the searing pain. Now he knew the shot had landed on his own body. He had no idea where the shot had come from but he could now see and feel in the dark where it had landed, a confusingly wide swath of his own body--his arm, his back, his torso. He ran through the signage and the shrubs and the cactus, leaving blood the entire way, and staggered in the lobby of the Hotel Radisson...


A Sudden Shot


(click on a title below to buy)
Camille Kimball's books:
**A Sudden Shot** as seen on TV!
Coming soon: Masters of True Crime-Chilling Stories of Murder and the Macabre

Thoughts on this or any article at this site? To the next person whose comment I use for a post I will send a free signed book!  (If you post as "anonymous" for convenience, try to include an identifying website or name in your remark so no one else can claim your prize!)  For an example, please click here. 

Friday, November 11, 2011

Veterans Everywhere I Go

(This post is a reprint from Veteran's Day 2010.  I still feel the same.)

Veteran’s Day caught me by surprise. I have grown accustomed to holidays that stick to Monday like gorilla glue. Or, in this case, perhaps, guerilla glue.
Cliff Jewell--The Air Force sent him to Southeast Asia


But Veteran’s Day was born out of World War One, where armistice officially began on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. That’s the moment the foxholes went quiet and the doughboys could breathe air free of smoke and burning potash. The nation came to revere the actual date more than the chance for a three day weekend of hammocks, hot dogs, and beer. So it’s a Thursday that has me suddenly and haphazardly thinking about the veterans I have known.

Saul Guerrero-a true Army  hero



The first one that jumps to my mind is a young man, just 21 when his actions set him off as a character who took my breath away. Saul Guerrero is pictured here in his uniform. He served in Iraq--saw a lot of things, learned a lot of things. Back home, on a blistering night in June, 2006, his soldier training and valiant heart saved a life no more than an ounce or two of curdling blood away from ending on an Arizona sidewalk. He ran out into the darkness, toward danger, to save a stranger in unknown circumstances involving hostile gunfire.

One of my favorite writers is gentleman tennis legend, Arthur Ashe. He died some time ago, when Saul was just a child, but I know it was for the type of man Saul would become that Ashe once wrote, “True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.” – Arthur Ashe

So undramatic was Saul’s urge to serve that he never even knew he’d been featured in a book until well after A Sudden Shot had been published. Although we’d all been looking for him (soldiers have a way of disappearing into unknown corners of the globe), he stumbled upon us by accident.

As I pondered the photo of Saul in his uniform at that happy moment when I got to see him together with the man he’d saved, I remembered that Paul, the one in the wheelchair, is also a veteran. It was his own U.S. Army training that helped him recognize that he was, in fact, dying on that sidewalk and when Saul appeared at his side, it was the recognition of his crisp and strong command of the situation that gave Paul the relief that he was in good hands, the hands of a soldier whose training Paul knew well.

Paul, who will never wear a uniform again, more often in a hospital gown than any other outfit, is quite a soldier himself, inspiring thousands with his spirited will to live and triumph over the greatest battle ever.

I remembered some of my favorite moments with Paul and a vision of a juror who continues to visit 

Veteran and juror tending to veteran and survivor
him popped up in my mental viewing screen, shyly at first and later effervescently showering him with hugs and his treasured lipstick marks and even the conspiratorially conveyed gift or two. She’s also a veteran. She recently ended a 25 year career in the U. S. Army where she learned to look after some of the nation’s most prestigious and highly valued assets. Look at that picture--she's still doing so.

That led me to smack myself on the forehead: One of the most impressive personalities I discovered in delving into the wretched year of the Serial Shooter is, yes, a veteran. Phoenix Homicide Detective Cliff Jewell worked unflinchingly in scruffy corridors, bloody alleys, and sooty sheds seeing patterns where no one else did. He started his law enforcement career in the U.S. Air Force. The instincts honed there helped stop the killing here.

I hadn't finished considering Cliff Jewell's dramatic adventures in Southeast Asia when my thoughts veered forward to spring 2011 when my next work will be published. For that story, I interviewed a young man, William Coss, who outwitted a rampaging murderer and handed police an airtight case instead of what they otherwise would have found, an inscrutable and probably unsolvable double murder. Coss told me it was his U.S. Army training that kicked in, keeping him one step ahead of his pursuer, surviving to lead the emergency responders safely in till the bullets stopped.

That’s when I gave up trying to make a list of all the veterans who personally affected me this year. It’s clear there are too many, they are everywhere, past, present and future. Veterans not only serve us on foreign shores but they bring back skills and fortitude that benefit our home communities daily right here inside the comfy borders of the U.S. of A.

After he found us and I got to witness his reunion with Paul, I was very excited to ask Saul Guerrero to join me at a book signing event at a national chain book store. I was exuberant at the thought of him signing his first autographs. I encouraged him to wear his wonderful uniform with all the decorations, red, yellow, blue, white, on the jacket.

Camille Kimball listening to Saul Guerrero, pic of Paul Patrick showing scar on screen.
As we were setting up the chairs and projector that night in the store, a browser in the stacks of books started tossing comments at Saul. At first, busy as I was, I couldn’t hear the comments properly. I saw Saul smiling so I was happy--perhaps he was getting his first much-deserved admirer from amongst the book reading crowd. But in moments I saw the store manager approach and intervene.

Soon she was shouting at the customer and ordering him out of the store. Saul was still smiling, while the store manager was incensed and I was both astonished and aghast. Far from fan accolades, the customer had actually been heckling my guy in uniform, a true action hero if ever there was one. The customer was anti-military or anti-war or anti-Obama or anti-Bush and took the opportunity to fling his sarcasm and smug opinions at a man in uniform who happened to cross his path.

“You don’t even know what he’s here for,” screamed the manager in Saul’s defense, “just get out!”

But there was Saul, still smiling happily and making friendly gestures to his heckler. The heckler stormed off into the dark desert night. I don’t know if it was the manager’s raised fist or if it was Saul’s cheerful grace that shamed him out into the shadows.

For Saul turned to me and merrily continued sharing his philosophy, “I love it,” he said, “This is what I fought for. This is America. We all get to have our opinions. We all get to speak up whenever we want. I LOVE it!”

I peered at him carefully. Was he being extraordinarily affable in order to get through an awkward situation where he was a guest?

No. His eyes were twinkling. Saul meant it. These were the authentic outpourings of his own heart, his own American opinion, his own soldier’s soul.

We did our presentation, went through the slides and I loved hearing Saul’s commentary on the events of June 8, 2006, when he cradled a dying man’s head and brought him back to life. It was time to pack up, tuck the crime scene tape away, fold the chairs. Another book browser stepped into view from behind a book rack. He walked a little past us but kept throwing glances back at Saul. Just as I was shaking Saul’s hand good-bye--I’m telling you, I did not make this up--and he was visibly leaving, the book buyer approached.

I quickly told the man of Saul’s role in the true story of A Sudden Shot: The Phoenix Serial Shooter. The shopper took the book in his hands, hefted it, then clapped Saul on his decorated soldier shoulder.

Saul and a European admirer of U.S. soldiers 
“I buy this book, “ he said in a soft European accent, perhaps from the Low Countries, perhaps from a larger neighbor, “not for the story but for you. I buy this book to honor you.”

Beaming like a doting mother--or a proud patriot--I handed Saul a pen and watched him sign his name in the title page.

The experience I’ve had in watching veterans at work in their community through their service to the Serial Shooter investigation, the trial, or even the dangerous emergencies on their doorstep make Arthur Ashe’s words resonate deeply. They bear repeating.

“True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.” – Arthur Ashe


Thank you, veterans, from a grateful citizen.


(click on a title below to buy)
Camille Kimball's books:
**A Sudden Shot** as seen on TV!
Coming soon: Masters of True Crime-Chilling Stories of Murder and the Macabre

Thoughts on this or any article at this site? To the next person whose comment I use for a post I will send a free signed book!  (If you post as "anonymous" for convenience, try to include an identifying website or name in your remark so no one else can claim your prize!)  For an example, please click here. 

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Veterans Everywhere I Go












Veteran’s Day caught me by surprise. I have grown accustomed to holidays that stick to Monday like gorilla glue. Or, in this case, perhaps, guerilla glue.

But Veteran’s Day was born out of World War One, where armistice officially began on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. That’s the moment the foxholes went quiet and the doughboys could breathe air free of smoke and burning potash. The nation came to revere the actual date more than the chance for a three day weekend of hammocks, hot dogs and beer. So it’s a Thursday that has me suddenly and haphazardly thinking about the veterans I have known.

The first one that jumps to my mind is a young man, just 21 when his actions set him off as a character who took my breath away. Saul Guerrero is pictured here in his uniform. He served in Iraq--saw a lot of things, learned a lot of things. On a blistering night in June, 2006, his soldier training and valiant heart saved a life no more than an ounce or two of curdling blood away from ending on an Arizona sidewalk. He ran out into the darkness, toward danger, to save a stranger in unknown circumstances involving hostile gunfire.

One of my favorite writers is gentleman tennis legend, Arthur Ashe. He died some time ago, when Saul was just a child, but I know it was for the type of man Saul would become that Ashe once wrote, “True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.” – Arthur Ashe

So undramatic was Saul’s urge to serve that he never even knew he’d been featured in a book until well after A Sudden Shot had been published. Although we’d all been looking for him (soldiers have a way of disappearing into unknown corners of the globe), he stumbled upon us by accident.

As I pondered the photo of Saul in his uniform at that happy moment when I got to see him together with the man he’d saved, I remembered that Paul, the one in the wheelchair, is also a veteran. It was his own U.S. Army training that helped him recognize that he was, in fact, dying on that sidewalk and when Saul appeared at his side, it was the recognition of his crisp and strong command of the situation that gave Paul the relief that he was in good hands, the hands of a soldier whose training Paul knew well.

Paul, who will never wear a uniform again, more often in a hospital gown than any other outfit, is quite a soldier himself, inspiring thousands with his spirited will to live and triumph over the greatest battle ever.

I remembered some of my favorite moments with Paul and a vision of a juror who continues to visit him popped up in my mental viewing screen, shyly at first and later effervescently showering him with hugs and his treasured lipstick marks and even the conspiratorially conveyed gift or two. She’s also a veteran. She recently ended a 25 year career in the U. S. Army where she learned to look after some of the nation’s most prestigious and highly valued assets. Look at that picture--she's still doing so.

That led me to smack myself on the forehead: One of the most impressive personalities I discovered in delving into the wretched year of the Serial Shooter is, yes, a veteran. Phoenix Homicide Detective Cliff Jewell worked unflinchingly in scruffy corridors, bloody alleys and sooty sheds seeing patterns where no one else did. He started his law enforcement career in the U.S. Air Force. The instincts honed there helped stop the killing here.

I hadn't finished considering Cliff Jewell's dramatic adventures in Southeast Asia when my thoughts veered forward to spring 2011 when my next work will be published. For that story, I interviewed a young man who outwitted a rampaging murderer and handed police an airtight case instead of what they otherwise would have found, an inscrutable and probably unsolvable double murder. He told me it was his U.S. Army training that kicked in, keeping him one step ahead of his pursuer, surviving to lead the emergency responders safely in till the bullets stopped.

That’s when I gave up trying to make a list of all the veterans who personally affected me this year. It’s clear there are too many, they are everywhere, past, present and future. Veterans not only serve us on foreign shores but they bring back skills and fortitude that benefit our home communities daily right here inside the comfy borders of the U.S. of A.

After he found us and I got to witness his reunion with Paul, I was very excited to ask Saul Guerrero to join me at a book signing event at a national chain book store. I was exuberant at the thought of him signing his first autographs. I encouraged him to wear his wonderful uniform with all the decorations, red, yellow, blue, white, on the jacket.

As we were setting up the chairs and projector that night in the store, a browser in the stacks of books started tossing comments at Saul. At first, busy as I was, I couldn’t hear the comments properly. I saw Saul smiling so I was happy--perhaps he was getting his first much-deserved admirer from amongst the book reading crowd. But in moments I saw the store manager approach and intervene.

Soon she was shouting at the customer and ordering him out of the store. Saul was still smiling, while the store manager was incensed and I was both astonished and aghast. Far from fan accolades, the customer had actually been heckling my guy in uniform, a true action hero if ever there was one. The customer was anti-military or anti-war or anti-Obama or anti-Bush and took the opportunity to fling his sarcasm and smug opinions at a man in uniform who happened to cross his path.

“You don’t even know what he’s here for,” screamed the manager in Saul’s defense, “just get out!”

But there was Saul, still smiling happily and making friendly gestures to his heckler. The heckler stormed off into the dark desert night. I don’t know if it was the manager’s raised fist or if it was Saul’s cheerful grace that shamed him out into the shadows.

For Saul turned to me and merrily continued sharing his philosophy, “I love it,” he said, “This is what I fought for. This is America. We all get to have our opinions. We all get to speak up whenever we want. I LOVE it!”

I peered at him carefully. Was he being extraordinarily affable in order to get through an awkward situation where he was a guest?

No. His eyes were twinkling. Saul meant it. These were the authentic outpourings of his own heart, his own American opinion, his own soldier’s soul.

We did our presentation, went through the slides and I loved hearing Saul’s commentary on the events of June 8, 2006, when he cradled a dying man’s head and brought him back to life. It was time to pack up, tuck the crime scene tape away, fold the chairs. Another book browser stepped into view from behind a book rack. He walked a little past us but kept throwing glances back at Saul. Just as I was shaking Saul’s hand good-bye--I’m telling you, I did not make this up--and he was visibly leaving, the book buyer approached.

I quickly told the man of Saul’s role in the true story of A Sudden Shot: The Phoenix Serial Shooter. The shopper took the book in his hands, hefted it, then clapped Saul on his decorated soldier shoulder.

“I buy this book, “ he said in a soft European accent, perhaps from the Low Countries, perhaps from a larger neighbor, “not for the story but for you. I buy this book to honor you.”

Beaming like a doting mother--or a proud patriot--I handed Saul a pen and watched him sign his name in the title page.

The experience I’ve had in watching veterans at work in their community through their service to the Serial Shooter investigation, the trial or even the dangerous emergencies on their doorstep make Arthur Ashe’s words resonate deeply. They bear repeating.

“True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.” – Arthur Ashe


Thank you, veterans, from a grateful citizen.

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Thursday, December 3, 2009

Big Name, Big Style

He is handsome and gracious and held the audience in the palm of his hand. I can't say enough good about our evening with iconic author Joseph Wambaugh.

If by some miracle of fate you don't know him, he is the LAPD cop who burst onto the literary and pop culture scene in 1971 with The New Centurions. His gritty tales--both fiction and non-fiction--of police and their work have influenced and made possible shows like Hill Street Blues and The Shield.

At the Poisoned Pen on a cool December 2 evening, Wambaugh showed why he has been successful enough for a hundred lifetimes. He told charmingly shocking stories of actor James Woods who starred as an unknown in Wambaugh's self-produced The Onion Field. He did an imitation of Truman Capote and snuck us inside the In Cold Blood author's Palm Springs home on a day when it was 120 degrees. He brought us curbside to an almost-shakedown of out of work and forgotten Robert Blake in pre-Baretta days on an evening when a pre-famous Wambaugh was in a patrol car and how the term "Little Beaver" formed an instant connection between the two. And he raised us back up to the heights of glamour on set with Johnny Carson.

Watching Wambaugh work was like a master class in the art of being a raconteur. It was also a master class in being a very big person as he frequently and generously shared the spotlight with old friends, fellow cops and even little old moi.

He had the knack for zeroing in on the heart of the matter in seconds as he wrote the exact perfect thing in a book for Paul Patrick and one for Cliff Jewell (hey! they don't know it yet! it's a surprise--they wanted to go but couldn't make it--so a little Wambaugh is coming to them!).

If you ever have the chance to see this gentleman--and I mean that word in its highest literal sense--in person, do yourself a favor: go!

(click on a title below to buy)
Camille Kimball's books:
                 **A Sudden Shot** as seen on TV!

Thoughts on this or any article at this site? To the next person whose comment I use for a post I will send a free signed book!  (If you post as "anonymous" for convenience, try to include an identifying website or name in your remark so no one else can claim your prize!)  For an example, please click here.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Gumshoes in Glendale

Homicide Detectives Cliff Jewell (left) and Darrell Smith (right) regaled the crowd at the Velma Teague Library as only a couple of murder-hounds can. My only claim to keep company with such exciting guys was on the big black screen above--the private photos I brought.

The investigation into the Serial Shooter involved well over 300 people so when they get together for these events, some times they are hearing each other's stories for the first time.

I was very pleased to have in the crowd Glendale Fire Investigator Mike Blair who also played an important role in this case. He snagged a book for Glendale Fire Chief Burdick, too.

Delighted to see KYOT's Melissa Sharpe sneak in, too. She's a real fan of the book and I thank her for this interview.

The fans are great. We even had one gentleman who had run into key witness Ron Horton a few times and had some stories of his own to tell, which had us all spellbound.

Glendale was a good place to be on Saturday!

Friday, October 9, 2009

Meet the guys

Pleased to report Detective Darrell Smith will be joining Detective Jewell and me at the Velma Teague Public Library in Glendale Saturday afternoon. Presentation begins at 2 pm.

Darrell is the critical link between the Wal-Mart arson investigation and the Serial Shooter Task Force. He came to know informant Ron Horton very well. Can't wait to hear his stories!

It's at the library and is free, but books will be available for purchase for those who wish them.

Glendale

  • Sat Oct 10 2-4 pm
  • Velma Teague Library
  • 7010 N. 58th Ave
  • 623-930-3430

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Couldn't be happier

Filled up the Poisoned Pen Saturday with eager citizens oohing and ahing over "my" guys!

Shotgun survivor Paul Patrick mustered the strength to attend....and this time brought me chocolate! I was too greedy to share and will be gobbling it down myself at home. Paul's presence left everyone in awe of him.

Phx PD Officer Darren Burch blushed a little as we made him come up front. I was beside myself to be able to show him off. When you read the book, you'll see what his quick thinking was able to do with a rubber shoe in a life and death moment. If you've already read the book, I know you're oohing and ahing right now--yes, the rubber shoe guy! We even convinced Darren to join the "assembly line" we had set up and sign autographs.

Homicide Detectives Cliff Jewell and Ron Rock autograph books, author Kimball signing, center

Homicide Detective Cliff Jewell brought his private photos and tidbits. The crowd forgot I existed as he took over and gave the inside view of the case. I couldn't be happier!

We even grabbed a big imaginary shepherd's hook and pulled Tolleson Detective Ron Rock up to the front and before he could stop himself, he was taking questions, too.

Our Henry Ford style signature factory started with me (who doesn't count, at all), then people moved on to Ron Rock, then to Cliff Jewell, then to Paul Patrick (who only has one very damaged hand to do this with) then finished up with Darren Burch. That's a whole pack of heroes for less than 8 bucks! Can you really afford to miss one of these events? ;)

If you were there, please send in your photos to asuddenshot at gmail.com so I can post them! If you make hard copies, write me there and I'll give you an address to mail them and I'll put them in the big scrap book for the next event.

And thanks again to Paul for the chocolate! I did put out Cerreta's Jumping Cholla taffy--which everyone loved!--for everybody else, but I had to hoard Paul's gift for myself!

P.S. (next stop, West Valley, check list at right)
P.P.S. ( a wee confession: Paul, I'm having chocolate truffles for breakfast!)

(click on a title below to buy)
Camille Kimball's books:
                 **A Sudden Shot** as seen on TV!

Thoughts on this or any article at this site? To the next person whose comment I use for a post I will send a free signed book!  (If you post as "anonymous" for convenience, try to include an identifying website or name in your remark so no one else can claim your prize!)  For an example, please click here.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Private files....exposed!

Anything goes...now that Homicide Detective Cliff Jewell has retired. I happen to know he's poking through his private files right now, seeing what he can bring to the Poisoned Pen on Saturday afternoon to share with you.

Hey! I've got private files, too! I wrote in the book that even 325 pages is not enough room to tell all the stories so my office is still chock full of photographs and tidbits that haven't seen the light of day yet. Sneak a peek at them on Saturday when Cliff and I make a joint presentation.

The spirits tell me that Tolleson's Ron Rock, the first detective to get his Spidey senses going, will be in the audience. I promise to make him sign books and tell a few stories of his own.

Get at least three autographs (you never know who else might show up that you'll want to have sign your copy!) and see extra photos and material on Saturday. Think I might just have to bring some of that Jumping Cholla taffy from Cerreta's with me, too!

Where: Poisoned Pen Book Store
When: Saturday Sep 26
Time: 2-4 pm
Address: 4014 N. Goldwater (In Scottsdale, on block south of Indian School, just west of Scottsdale Road)
Link: (hyperlink at right) http://www.poisonedpen.com/event-calendar/kimball-camille-1
Yummies: from Cerreta's!

Monday, September 7, 2009

Supersleuths Sign!

The people of Tolleson/Avondale/Litchfield Park kept ace Serial Shooter detectives Cliff Jewell and Ron Rock busy signing books on Sunday afternoon at Borders. The Chief of Police came by (I insisted on a raise for Ron!).

What a great delight it is for me to introduce these hard working detectives directly to the community who wants to shake their hands and thank them. (I tear up just writing that.)

But if it's possible to be more emotional, it's when the three of us recognize a surviving family member come through the doors. Citizens want to give them hugs of comfort and these are graciously accepted.

People sometimes ask me if it's hard for the families to read the book.

Let me tell you---the families already know what they've been through.

They've mostly gone through it alone. To feel the good wishes from their fellow citizens, hugs and handshakes that tell them, "you're not alone, your loved one will not be forgotten, your pain means something to me," does them a WORLD of good.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Scene of the Crime-TODAY!

You saw him on TV this morning...doing a much better job than moi...now meet ace Serial Shooter detective Cliff Jewell this afternoon at Borders. This time we've managed to flush out super mysterious detective Ron Rock, as well. This event is in the heart of the crimes that Detective Rock investigated...the first detective to say the word "random"......

Meet them both!
Borders
Sunday Sep 6 2-4
10100 W. McDowell Road

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Scene of the Crime

Join us at our West Valley event.

Sunday Sep 6 from 2-4 pm Many of the crimes occurred in this neighborhood. Detectives and families expected. Pass the book around like a yearbook and get many signatures.

Borders
10100 W. McDowell (Northwest corner)

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Ace Detective on TV Sunday

Catch Serial Shooter detective Cliff Jewell on TV Sunday morning with veteran anchor John Hook in an extended interview. Airs at 7:3o am on Fox 10 KSAZ www.ksaz.com

See Cliff's photos at the launch party below or on FaceBook (link to right). Read about him in the book!