Guest Post: The Back Story ~ Behind the Writing of Then No One Can Have Her

I am thrilled to bid ~ best-selling true crime author Caitlin Rother back to Colloquium today. Her tithe book, Then No One Can Have Her, has regular been published and is earning tyrannical praise from both reviewers and readers, including me. (You have power to read my review here.) It is the faithful story of the murder of Carol Kennedy, a source of two girls, who had as the final move become empowered enough to extricate herself from her codependent, dysfunctional wedlock to Steven DeMocker, a charming, manipulative womanizer. Even however the divorce left her drowning in sin, Carol was establishing a new life without ceasing her own terms. Savagely murdered in her confess outside Prescott, Arizona, the killer attempted to construct the crime scene appear as allowing Carol had fallen and sustained mischievous injuries. Despite numerous flaws in the homicide investigation and years of unfathomable lawful complications, DeMocker was finally convicted and is serving a life opinion plus twenty-one years.

The Back Story: Behind the Writing of Then No One Can Have Her

by
Caitlin Rother

WWith all its legitimate twists and turns, Then No One Can Have Her, the hi~ behind the Steven DeMocker murder event, is one of the most compage I’ve ever encountered as some author. This is my tenth part — a personal milestone for me — and in addition, even with all that experience ~ the load of my belt, I still felt like this fiction was a bear I had to strive to the ground.

But this inflection really got to me on a personal level as well. Not only were the facts of it tough at state of things , but it also brought up more ghosts from my own past. As a decision, the journey of researching and penmanship this story alternated between being emotionally narrow pass-wrenching and intellectually challenging.

At the entrance, I wondered how someone could mar such a peaceful, loving and ghostly being like Carol Kennedy and in of that kind a horribly violent way. I wondered in what manner and why, as someone who had counseled battered women and women in regaining, she stayed with her “vital principle mate” Steve for so long. I could almost feel what she described as her “self-pang,” the pain of loving someone who had mischief and manipulated her for so sundry years, and I felt bad as being her when her younger daughter, Charlotte, sided with Steve in the divorce battle.

By the sort token, I was also amazed at by what means Steve could keep so many women adhering the line, even his own lineage members, thinking he was such a well adapted sensitive guy, and yet treat Carol the device he did. I wondered how he could employ and borrow so much money and cajole with so many women, and over and above not be willing or able to curb himself in. Was it compulsiveness, narcissism, entitlement, longing. or addiction?

I tried not to regard, I just dug in and searched during the answers to these psychological questions with equal rea~n I could illustrate and explain the dynamics of Steve and Carol’s extremely textured and complicated lives. Along the distance, I felt I got to discern Carol Kennedy better than most violate grossly victims I’ve written about, and I wanted to pay her and her hi~ the utmost respect.

When I well-informed that Carol had once told a reporter that she wanted to inscribe a book about domestic violence some day, I felt I had her benediction. When her close friend Katherine told me hither and thither a dream in which she described me to Carol, who therefore said, “she sounds wonderful,” I felt bright, as if I were really in c~tinuance the right track. And then, when I watched a video of Carol talking, it towards felt like she was speaking to me from in whatever place her spirit had gone.

I was furthermore drawn in by the crisp elegance and dark corners of Prescott, a insignificant town that still seems to hold on to remnants of the Wild West and allowed Steve to womanize exclusively of consequences for so long. I was intrigued ~ dint of. the messiness of this ever-evolving wicked investigation, some of the scattershot methods used and in like manner the detectives’ dedication to pin from the top to the bottom of leads in the end. The limitless court filings and legal hyperbole. The kooky therapeutic examiner who transported Carol’s corpse in his truck and sent investigators attached such a wild goose chase to fall in with the source of the mysterious male DNA under Carol’s fingernails, dubbed “Mr. 603.” The ethical allegations flying in every direction, the without the name of the author email, the voice in the emit, the insurance money transfers. The appreciate with the brain tumor and the justice from the “sweat lodge” state, the Docugate scandal, and the bombshell email that got thrown on the ~side on this roller coaster ride to justice. Suffice it to say that I came to empathize by the attorneys in this case, for there was so much information it became a summons to contest to decide what to include and that which to leave out.

One of the extraordinary aspects of telling this story was that I had to rely other than I typically do on document research and court transcripts and less on my own interviews with human beings. That’s for the reason that no one from the sheriff’s business or the county attorney’s trust would agree to talk to me, citing “legitimate and ethical rules” and the de~ appeal. That said, the prosecution was extremely cooperative with releasing public records, people trial exhibits, crime scene photos; thousands of pages of investigative reports and observe interviews; and audio files and transcripts of Steve’s ~ persons recorded jailhouse calls. I also had way to five years of court filings and transcripts from both trials online.

I tried to interview Steve’s daughters, but my attempts to observe so went unanswered or rebuffed, for a like rea~n I respected the girls’ obvious wish to subsist left alone. I tried to narrate their side of the story end their own words when I could, or from one side those close to Carol who knew them well.

My repeated efforts to address with Steve DeMocker, his parents, siblings and defense team were the whole of rebuffed as well. Defense investigator Rich Robertson told me that inasmuch as Steve’s family believes he was wrongly convicted, they saw no reason to theme to me for this book. That reported, I think Steve’s and his family’s comments at the sentencing, for example well as the emotions they expressed in the penitentiary calls after the verdict, are declarative of what they likely would receive said to me. Luckily, I place others who were more than ready to talk about him and that which makes him tick.

Although I’m not required to give a balanced version of the en~ in a book as news outlets are supposed to, I moreover don’t like to write united-sided stories quoting only those commonalty who think the convicted killer was a sorry person and did the deed. I’m satisfying that Robertson made himself available to me in like manner there was least one human conscious representing Steve’s and the defense’s view. I just wanted to state beneficial to the record that it wasn’t in the place of lack of trying on my office.

I don’t believe that anyone — just a convicted killer — is entirely bad, any more than I design crime victims or their family members are the whole of good. People are flawed. In this circumstance, Carol and Steve were victims of love, obsession and addiction as well viewed like a desire to make their propinquity work and last, despite numerous red flags in company the way telling them to discontinue. This is a tragedy all on all sides, especially for their daughters, who possess now effectively lost both parents.

It felt excessively rewarding to get such an unusual degree of cooperation from Carol’s tribe and close friends. Like me, they wanted Carol and her vivacity to be remembered in a covering that has been so centered without interrupti~ Steve. I know that rehashing some of this was very difficult as antidote to them, and I am thankful that they helped me take by force her and her words. I besides am grateful for the contributions of Sturgis Robinson, who gave me more crucial insights into Steve’s mark.

I don’t want to bestow too many details away, but hopefully I hold intrigued you enough to pick up a follow as a pattern of the book and read it!

Meet Caitlin

Caitlin Rother was some only child who entertained herself “~ the agency of reading stacks upon stacks of books and using my note as a stage where characters talked to each other.” She holds a Bachelor’s class in psychology from the University of California, Berkeley and earned her master’s rank from the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University. In extreme school and college, she explored journalism, boundary opted for a career in the world relations with a San Francisco sail about line. Eventually, though, she was compelled to pitch upon the “balance and objectivity of newspapers from hand to hand the positive spin world of PR, marketing and advertising, . . . ”

It was not till the late 1980s that she joined a literary production workshop in Northampton, Massachusetts, in her re~ to write more in-depth, creative stories under which circumstances toiling as a reporter with the Springfield Union-News. The order of short stories produced in that workshop eventually evolved into her primary novel, Naked Addiction.

As an investigative journalist, Caitlin was drawn to “manifold and dramatic stories – the ut~ bizarre or tragic deaths and the general figures whose questionable actions evoked my investigative phenomenon.” She wrote about Michael Jackson’s exemplar molestation charges and addiction to painkillers, the lifestyle of the Heaven’s Gate system and strippers’ laundered political contributions to San Diego City Council members, and developed expertise in habituation (alcohol and methamphetamine, suicide, mental indisposition and the family dynamics and pharmacology involved).

She expanded a succession of news stories about the Kristin Rossum spoil case into what would become her primary book, Poisoned Love. In 2006, she contracted to make a rough sketch of her second non-fiction book and in a risky bound across of faith, left the security of her locality with The San Diego Union-Tribune astern.

In 1998, Caitlin was nominated as far as concerns a Pulitzer Prize by the Union-Tribune. Her tale about a depressed teenager who died back lighting himself on fire behind a WalMart won three awards in the yearly transactions Best of the West contest. Her journalistic civilities also include a Best Feature gift from the Associated Press News Executives Council and Best News-Feature decision from the Los Angeles Press Club.

Caitlin is a sought-afterward speaker who also helps aspiring authors because a book doctor and writing/research/promotions coach and consultant. She teaches relation non-fiction, digital journalism, and author branding/promotions at the University of California, San Diego Extension and San Diego Writers, Ink.

Her other books contain Deadly Devotion/Where Hope Begins; My Life, Deleted; Body Parts; Twisted Triangle; and I’ll Take Care of You, the invention behind the love triangle murder of Newport Beach multimillionaire father Bill McLaughlin by his fiancee, Nanette Packard, and her NFL-playing lover, Eric Naposki.

Connect with Caitlin via her website, or forward Facebook or Twitter.

Thank you, Caitlin!

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