“Jenks and I stood there like statues watching him twitch, his eyes rolling up in his head. He clutched at his clothes pulling the wooden pole they hung from down on top of him. Slowly his right hand came scrambling… — Jeff Rice Copy Share Image
“Carol, a swing-shift cocktail waitress in the Bird of Paradise's show lounge had gotten home (guesswork, here) around 2:15 - 2:30, poured herself a glass of milk, and had opened the back door of the kitchen for reasons unknown. (Fingerprints were later found on the outside knob that, while smudged, didn't belong to either girl.) She had opened the door,… — Jeff Rice Copy Share
“That done, I sank into an uneasy sleep wherein I dreamed of an assembly line of pale, bloodless girls walking down an endless dark street and moaning softly for help. Somewhere, toward the edge of my inner vision, a shadowy figure pursued them with long, beckoning arms. Goddamn booze! Somewhere in the midst of this ghoulish girl parade Cairncross materialized… — Jeff Rice Copy Share
“I know that everyone in this room, Bernie Fain included, thinks I'm some kind of a nut with my so-called fixation on this vampire thing. OK, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he only thinks he is. But there are things here that can't be explained away by so-called common sense. Not even Bernie's report can explain some of them. 'I was… — Jeff Rice Copy Share
“This 'vampire' stuff is to stay right in this room. Until we have the assailant in custody we say nothing about these girls being drained of blood. No more rumors. No reports in the papers," he added, looking directly at me and ignoring my colleague from the opposition press. "The official opinion at this time is that the cause of… — Jeff Rice Copy Share
“It was getting difficult to see exactly what was going on in the pool and a fourth officer jumped in as one came up… — Jeff Rice Copy Share Image
“Jenks and I stood there like statues watching him twitch, his eyes rolling up in his head. He clutched at his clothes pulling the… — Jeff Rice Copy Share Image
“Then shouts from the direction of the doorway. I started to black out, kneeing him in the crotch to no effect and clawing in… — Jeff Rice Copy Share Image
“Nowhere. No one is ever going to hear from you again, sir. No one." 'Uh... well... I...' 'You profane my world, sir! I cannot...… — Jeff Rice Copy Share Image
“Sherman Reilly Duffy of the pre-World War I CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL once told a cub reporter, 'Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a… — Jeff Rice Copy Share Image
