Police Shootings

On the evening of July 7, 2016, protesters gathered in cities across the nation after police shot two black men, Philando Castile and Alton Sterling. As officers patrolled a march in Dallas, a young man stepped out of an SUV wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a high-powered rifle. He killed five officers and wounded 11 others. Thompson’s minute-by-minute account includes intimate portrayals of the negotiator, a surgeon who operated on the fallen officers, a mother of four shot down in the street, and the SWAT officers tasked with stopping the gunman.

News of the sudden death of his childhood friend compels Jono Riley, an aging bartender and part-time actor, to return for a few days to the place where he grew up, the working-class neighborhoods of East Providence, Rhode Island. Author McLarty weaves the story of Jono's return with that of his coming-of-age in the early 1960s, including the story of some mysterious shootings.

It started as a day like any other for Alex Mercer. Then he heard the news. Something that only happens in other places is happening in his hometown. Just a few miles away at his daughter's middle school, a shooter is on the loose. Alex does what every other parent in town does - he races to the school to find out if his loved ones are safe. His world falls apart around him, and he can't turn to his best friend because they're both dealing with scathing terror. As the motive behind the shooting comes to light, secrets and betrayals spiral out of control.

African-American police officer and family man Carson Blake pulls over a young black man for speeding. When the man reaches for his cell phone, Carson thinks he's going for a weapon and shoots to kill. Now a promising life has been snuffed out, and Carson must begin a painful journey toward redemption.

Himmelherrgottsakrament! - Noch ein Giftmord! Was ist nur los in der kleinen, beschaulichen Nachbargemeinde? Wurde der betuchte Autohausbesitzer aus Wiesent tatsächlich mit seinem eigenen Honig ermordet? Wie Hinterdobler es hasst, dieses goldgelbe, klebrige Zeug! Als wäre es erst gestern gewesen, spürt er noch heute diesen bohrenden Schmerz, der ihn als Zehnjähriger durchfuhr, als sein kariöser Zahn damit in Berührung kam.