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A Picture Perfect Kid
by 
Carol Ann Guy
Synopsis
A teenage killer who strikes without warning.
A victim who never saw it coming.
A family divided by tragedy.
What made 16 year old Joshua Allen Wolf kill Carol Jean Lindley, the grandmother who had raised him since early childhood? Joshua claimed mental illness, the authorities said greed. Described by some as the picture perfect kid, Joshua had it all -- looks, personality, money and athletic ability. But even that couldn't hide forever the darkness lurking just below the surface.
A victim who never saw it coming.
A family divided by tragedy.
What made 16 year old Joshua Allen Wolf kill Carol Jean Lindley, the grandmother who had raised him since early childhood? Joshua claimed mental illness, the authorities said greed. Described by some as the picture perfect kid, Joshua had it all -- looks, personality, money and athletic ability. But even that couldn't hide forever the darkness lurking just below the surface.
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Genre
Classification
Non-fiction
Pages
274
Illustrations By
Martine Jardin
Format
Paperback
Language
English
Inspiration
The murder victim, Carol Lindley, was my boss and friend. I knew the entire family, including the killer, her grandson, Joshua Wolf. I just felt Carol's story deserved to be told.
Dedication
Dedicated to Carol Jean Lindley, who fought the good fight.
Publisher
Zumaya Publications
Publication Year
2003
ISBN-10
1894869885
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Excerpt (posted with permission by author)
Joshua paced his bedroom then sat down at the computer and began to type. Keeping a journal had been the only helpful suggestion that so-called therapist he'd seen a few times had given him. It did feel good to get things out and put them in writing. Sometimes, the thoughts came so rapidly he could hardly type fast enough to get them all down.
Nana was always asking him what he was typing "up there."He'd just say "things" or he'd tell her it was homework. The therapist had told him he could put anything down because no one would see it but him. So, that's what he'd started doing.
He knew it was a good thing no one could see the thoughts that were whirling aorund in his head.
Nana was always asking him what he was typing "up there."He'd just say "things" or he'd tell her it was homework. The therapist had told him he could put anything down because no one would see it but him. So, that's what he'd started doing.
He knew it was a good thing no one could see the thoughts that were whirling aorund in his head.