He was raised by a fanatical grandfather who preached his hate from the pulpit. Filled with rage and tormented by his torrid past, he turns to killing children!

Well gang, this is the theme to my current manuscript, untitled as of yet. It will be a sequel to my first book, THE NINTH COMMANDMENT, involving many of the original characters. I will include within the book, 2 cases I worked (private detective) in and around the Boston area, and 1 case from way in the past, that I worked in San Antonio, Texas.
But, our main character this time around is going to be a religious fanatic from deep in the heart of the West Virginia hills. He is a product of a preacher grandfather whose mind is lost within the text of the Old Testament.
Our man's mind is completely blown from the teachings and ravings of good ole grand-dad. Born from incest and filled with hate, rage and a basic, everyday bad disposition, he prowls the country and derives pleasure from killing children.
And then, his murderous ways bring him to Massachusetts and very close to home in the small, quiet town of Winchester. He strikes twice there, leaving the town and the state in total disbelief...and living in fear.
To add to the intrigue, one of the children is found murdered on a tiny piece of federal property in Winchester, which now brings in the FBI. Soon, there is conflict between the Winchester Police Department, the Massachusetts State Police and the FBI.
The families of both murdered children become outraged at the politics involved within the law enforcement community regarding the murders and decide to pool their financial resources and retain a private detective to find the killer of their children. They go to detective Paul DeLuca of the Winchester Police Department and ask him for a recommendation. He refers them to my agency...and then the case begins!
Here's a small segment I've written involving the demented mind of our killer. Once you read this, it will be easy for all of you to realize the screwed up head this character has on his feeble shoulders.
Our killer is somewhere close to the town of Winchester and has just left some sort of a fast food location. He is filthy, dressed in rags and, well, he stinks. Some customers make rude comments to him which fills him with anger. He returns to the shack where he is living and kneels before a small altar he has constructed from an old crate. Here, he quotes from Jeremiah:
"...O Lord, Thou hast deceived me, and I was deceived. Thou art stronger than I, and hast prevailed."
(Now, he hesitates, his eyes closed tightly and feels the rage welling up within him. And then, suddenly, he screams):
"...EVERYONE MOCKETH ME! But the Lord is with me as a mighty terrible One; and therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not prevail: they shall not prosper: their everlasting confusion shall never be forgotten..."
(He hesitates once again, tears flowing freely, and his inner rage is at its peak. He screams out):
"Cursed be the day wherin I was born: Let not the day wherin my mother bare me be blessed..."
(And now, our friendly lunatic gets to his feet, looks up to the heavens, and screams with pure rage and hate):
"...I AM THE INSTRUMENT FOR THY WRATH...!"

Okay, gang, this guy scares the hell outta me! But, I shall continue writing the story and give all of you some new insight from time to time.