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TO THE READER
To The Reader,
This novel was inspired by my life's experience as a Policeman in two separate towns, Seaside Heights and Spring Lake Heights Police Departments, NJ. Likewise, growing up in a town that was steeped in witchcraft, I gained a great deal of knowledge into the occult which served me well in Police Work. I combined these experiences to create this story, which is partly based on true events.
William Kelly, a former Combat Marine, and a Corporal at the six-three precinct of the Heights Police has his world turned upside down when he answers a radio call of a multiple homicide at the East Coast Green Herbal Shop.
The "Heights," well known for its persecution and execution of witches for almost four centuries is the backdrop of the wickedness he is about to encounter.
A legacy in the Heights Police, his family has served in the precinct from its inception just after the Civil War. His bloodline's haunting history is soon revealed as he combats an evil that he doesn't believe in nor comprehend.
He finds that a witch's coven is secretly operating out of a storefront in town. This coven, lead by Casper Crowningshield, are perpetrating rival gangs to war so that they can take over the drug trade. Kelly's hard nose Marine Corps approach and a quest for justice, leads him into a world of death, retribution, vengeance, and great pain.
Warned by his fiancé and his best friend, Kelly ignores them and pushes on for the truth. Putting his job on the line, Kelly leaps in to solve a four-hundred-year-old mystery of a missing witch, a coven's witches bottle, and a story of wickedness that has plagued the town forever.
May God Bless You, The United States Marine Corps, and The Thin Blue Line Everywhere,
Billy
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And now Nineteen persons having beenhang'd, and oneprestto death, and Eight more condemned, in all Twenty and Eight, of which above a third part were Members of some of the Churches of N. England, and more than half of them of a good Conversation in general, and not oneclear'd; about Fifty havingconfestthemselves to be Witches, of which not one Executed; above an Hundred and Fifty in Prison, and Two Hundred more accused; the SpecialCommisionof Oyer and Terminer comes to a period. -RobertCalef1692 CHAPTER 1 Oyer and Terminer 18:40 Hours "Central to all units. R
The Witch's Bottle CHAPTER 2 - THE GOODWIFE MURON MULDOON
In 1650, they ratified the town charter for “Heights of King James County.” This meant that the formed town must submit to the County Governor, Deputy Governor, and Magistrate. These men and three Puritan Reverends were known as the County Commission. Because they formed King James County under the 1629 Royal Charter of the King James Colony, the settlers of the heights had little to say who could live in their town. The Commission intended to allow a slow but steady influx of Irish, Scottish, and Dutch immigrants to help the fledgling village. However, the Commission was strict Puritans who escaped the Royal Anglican Government in England. They hand-picked twenty Calvinist families to oversee the Heights in leadership and religion. The choice of well-off Puritan families inspired a Puritanism World View. Birthdays and holidays were considered pagan rituals. The Bible was the only textbook found. The only
The Witch's Bottle CHAPTER 3 - PROSPERITY AND ABUNDANCE
"Central from Six-three David, we're out on Central and Bridge moving vagrant." "Central copy, Six-three David... 16:40 hours, Twenty - November." Maxine and I got out of the RMP and walked towards the homeless guy, lying against the welcome sign. That sign had been there for as long as I could remember. It was ancient, worn, and weathered. It's once vibrant green had oxidized to a lifeless pale blue. It's once bronze letters were chipped, cracked, and rusted. Its post was tall, thick, and very plain capped with the cross of Saint James. It simply read: PROSPERITY AND ABUNDANCE WELCOME TO THE HEIGHTS ORIGINALLY
The Witch's Bottle CHAPTER 4 - SAGACIOUS INQUISITORS
18:53 Hours "Central to Six-Three David, what's your status?" "Central, call the groundskeeper and ask if anyone's supposed to be in the church." "Six-three Corporal groundskeeper started the call." I started walking towards the east window. I saw the flicker again. I rationalized that it was just the streetlight reflecting off the glass. Yet, as I approached, I heard an indistinct murmur coming from inside the church. I reached for my collar mic and pressed the PTT, and whispered. "Six–three Corporal to central. I have trespassers in the building. I need a backing unit. Come in from the east side.” After my broadcast, I reached down to my left hip. My hand bent at my wrist as my fingers found the
The Witch's Bottle CHAPTER 6 - PINS, URINE, AND CORK
21:45 Hours The headlights from the RMP reflected at us from Ray's front window. This would be the perfect place to unwind and help Max decompress. I put the car in park and called us out of service. Max had her head buried in her phone. I waited a few seconds before turning off the car. When she didn't acknowledge where we were, I spoke up. "Echo-six-kilo to battalion command. How copy?" "I'm sorry, sweetie. It's something that Kool-Aid said. I've heard it before, but I can't remember when." I smiled at her and chuckled. She used the nickname I gave to the girl with the purple streak. Brilliant! "Sagacious Inquisitors. I've heard it before, in college." I shook my head, unsure of what to say. I got out of the car and hoped she would follow. Whatever she was looking for had her engrossed in her phone. I tapped on the hood and went to the passenger door. As I opened it, she put her phone in her pocket a
The Witch's Bottle CHAPTER 7 - MY FATHER'S LOVE
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