My name is Billy Bedoe, and in the sweltering summer of 1969, I encountered the devil incarnate. Her name was Jolie Wheeler, who was 57 years old at the time, and what we nowadays know as a psychopath. I...

“I don't feel pain, I don't feel alive, yet no angels in the bright moonshine.”   The lady of sorrow confided to herself aloud in a whisper. One so delicate, it could vanish like flying dust should she be loud.   But she was standing stoically at...