Today marks the fourth anniversary of true-crime writer Ann Rule’s lawyer dismissing as “de minimis” my objections to the numerous errors in Rule’s account of my parents’ deaths aboard their sailboat Spellbound.
Never mind that a number of these critical errors resulted from Ann Rule taking on faith the veracity of public statements made by the prime suspect in the FBI’s murder investigation. Had Ann Rule done her homework, she would have, at the very least, questioned the validity of these “facts,” which were shown by the investigators to be misleading at best, if not outright lies, from not only my brother, but the other two survivors aboard the Spellbound at the time.
Still, I owe Ann Rule a thank you in a perverse sort of way. Her inaccurate and poorly written account of the deaths of Loren and Joanne (Jody) Edwards gave me the impetus I needed to finish my own book, Dare I Call It Murder?: A Memoir of Violent Loss. In this book, I tell the untold story of the case the FBI labeled as “Crime on the High Seas: Murder.”
I unmask the emotional trauma of violent loss as I ferret out previously undisclosed facts to get at the truth of how and why my parents were killed.