When I first started riding “shotgun” with John “Jigsaw” St. John, I didn’t know an Uzi from a .38 or a snitch from a sandwich. I was a Little League mom/Snack bar queen who slung  hot dogs and licorice sticks to five year olds for pennies. If someone would have told me one day I would spend an afternoon trying to get a nickel’s worth of information from a killer’s best friend or hanging out at a bar under a sign that said “Gay Cruising Area”  – notepad in hand – so I could capture the rich details I would need to write a chapter, I would have told them they were wacko.

But that’s exactly what happened.

I became the shadow assistant/best friend/confidant/sidekick to Badge Number One of the LAPD.

In my upcoming blogs, I will take you (the reader) on my journey into Dante’s Inferno tempered with my journey into the mind of a practiced hunter: Jigsaw. I will teach you, entertain you, enlighten you and tell you stories you might find impossible to believe.

Welcome to Homicide 101. No previous experience required.

Jane