It is back again to my comfort zone of true crime. Something in the air in the state of Washington must inspire great storytelling. Timothy Egan, Ann Rule, and Jack Olsen penned great books there. Egan’s “Breaking Blue,” Rule’s “The Stranger Beside Me,” and Olsen’s “Predator” were all written and set in that state. McDonald Smith’s childhood reads like something out of a Dickens’s novel. A backwoods shack in Ohio with an outhouse was Mac’s home for his first nine years. Like the Joad’s, the Smith family would pack up and seek their fortune in California The dad, Calvin, was an abusive drunk and the mom, Dove, was an Evangelical Christian. Mac was thirteen when his father took off to live with a barfly named Ruby. He returned home three months later, claiming that Ruby was a witch who had him under her spell. Dove cured her husband by beating him with a tire iron. The white (good) witch lured Calvin back a short time later. My Wiccan spell on Halle Berry has not worked yet. Mac bounced back and forth between the two lunatics. Mom had her pastor perform exorcisms to drive Satan out of her son. Ruby had put him in and the reverend would pray him out. Meanwhile, Dove dated up a storm and eventually remarried. Mac knocked up a cousin and super Christian mom sent her to New York for an abortion. I love my free to choose state. Mac moved back to Ohio to live with Calvin and Ruby. His step mom drank bourbon in a seedy trailer and they began an incestuous relationship. Oh God, get me off of this planet. At 21, Zac married a 35 year-old woman with two kids. At 22, he was convicted of sexual assault and served 4 months in jail. The family moved to Washington State and Mac worked in real estate. Open houses afforded him the opportunity to assault female agents. After a close call he moved on to hitchhikers. In 1980, Steve Titus had the misfortune of driving a small blue car with temporary tags on the night of a brutal rape. The victim had given the description of it and a bearded driver. Titus was about to enter Dante’s Inferno. The keystone cops of airport security thought that they had instantly solved the crime of the century. The victim identified Titus and his blue Chevy Chevette. Mac drove a blue Ford Fiesta. Titus’ solid alibis were ignored. The trial was dramatic but justice was not served. A tenacious reporter from the Seattle Times, Paul Henderson, was convinced by a meeting with Titus, to investigate the case. The twists and turns are hard to believe, and this book is the reason that I read true crime. Predator is real life tragedy at its worst and there is no happy ending for anyone involved. The story makes for one hell of a good read.