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Was there a conspiracy behind JFK’s death? Interview with Jack Duffy, author of ‘The Man From 2063’

Jack DuffyJack Duffy is an attorney from Fort Worth, Texas.  The Man from 2063 is his first book.  On November 22, 1963 he was in school at Bruce Shulkey Elementary when he heard the news about President Kennedy’s assassination.  His parents were at the breakfast in Fort Worth, Texas, that morning when President Kennedy gave his last speech.  In 1970 he saw the Zapruder film for the first time.  He has been researching the JFK assassination since then.  He has interviewed many eyewitnesses including Marina Oswald and several Parkland physicians who treated JFK.  He has met many researchers who have written books on the assassination.  He came up with the idea for a time travel novel in 1998.  He has one of the largest private collections of materials on the JFK assassination.  He graduated from Texas Tech University with a B.A. in Political Science.  He then earned an M.B.A from Baylor University.  He then graduated from South Texas School of Law with a J.D.  He is an Eagle Scout.


The Man From 2063Who are some of the key people connected with the JFK assassination who died suspiciously?

William Pitzer is one of the most important strange deaths. Pitzer was a naval commander who took the photos and X-rays of JFK’s autopsy.  Pitzer told his family he was going to go public with the photos after he retired from the Navy.  He was threatened with court martial if he talked about the autopsy. He was visited by CIA agents and warned not to reveal what he had observed at the autopsy. Pitzer made a 16 mm film of the autopsy.  In the mid 1960’s a Green Beret was asked to kill Pitzer for the CIA. He refused to kill him.  Later Pitzer was found dead in his lab at Bethesda naval hospital. His death was ruled a suicide. His 16mm film disappeared.   Dorothy Kilgallen was a reporter for the NY times. She was the only person to ever have a private interview with Jack Ruby.  She later told people she was going to blow the JFK assassination story wide open.  She was found dead in her NY apartment. Her death was ruled a suicide from a drug overdose.  Albert Bogard was a used car salesman who met a man who claimed he was Oswald at his car lot.  He later said the man was not the real Oswald. Bogard passed a lie detector and recieved death threats. He was found dead in his garage. A hose had been connected to his cars exhaust pipe and put in the window. His death was ruled a suicide. George DeMohrenschildt was a close friend of Oswald’s. DeMorenschildt worked for the CIA.  In March 1977, he committed suicide with a shotgun at his home in Florida hours before he was to be interviewed by an investigator from the HSCA.  Several high ranking mobsters were murdered before they could be brought to Washington D.C. to testify before the HSCA.   

What is the single bullet theory?

The single bullet theory was developed by Arlen Specter who was a junior lawyer on the Warren Commission.  The theory is that one of the bullets fired by Oswald from the School Book Depository hit JFK in the back of the neck, exited his throat, hit Gov. Connally in the back, struck one of his ribs, exited his chest, entered his wrist shattering it and then ended up in his thigh.  The bullet was later recovered from a stretcher in Parkland hospital.  The bullet was Commission exhibit 399 and had very little damage to it. It has been called ‘The Magic Bullet” by critiics of the Warren Commission. 

What are some of the problems with the single bullet theory?

First, Gov. Connally never agreed with it. Connally was an experienced hunter and testified that one bullet did not hit him and JFK.  Connally said he was hit by a separate bullet.  The surgeons who operated on Connally disagreed with the theory.  They said the trajectory of the bullet that wounded Connally proved it could not have hit JFK first. JFK’s shirt and coat prove the bullet entered his back several inches below his neck and could not possibly have exited from his throat.  Autopsy photos show the location of the back wound on JFK.  One of the pathologists at the autopsy stuck his finger in JFK’s back wound and could not feel any point of exit.  An Admiral present at the autopsy ordered the pathologists not to track the back wound. Tests done at firearms labs with the same ammunition that Oswald allegedly used show bullets that are flattened out completely after being fired into cadavers wrists.  More bullet fragments are present in Connally’s wrist X-rays than are missing from CE 399.

Is there evidence that JFK’s head wound was caused by a different type of ammunition than Oswald allegedly used?

Yes. X-rays of JFK’s skull reveal a snowflake pattern of small bullet fragments scattered throughout JFK’s brain. This is indicative of a hollow point or dum dum bullet that explodes on impact and fragments into dozens of pieces. This is the type of bullet often used by the Mafia and CIA because it is almost impossible to trace and causes massive damage to the victim. Oswald was allegedly using military jacketed ammunition which does does not explode into dozens of fragments like a hollow point bullet.

Were gunmen observed on the Grassy Knoll several days before JFK was killed?

Yes. On Wednesday, November 20, 1963 two Dallas police officers were driving down Elm Street through Dealey Plaza when they saw two men dressed in suits and ties standing behind the picket fence with high powered rifles. The policemen ran up the knoll however the men drove away in a car before the officers could catch them.  The police officers made a report about the incident. The report was buried by the FBI until the HSCA discovered it during their investigation of the assassination in the 1970’s.

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Read-a-Chapter & Review: THE MORONI DECEPTION, by Jack L. Brody

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Identical ritual murders two thousand miles apart.

A missing Mormon relic long thought to be just a myth.

Investigating the connection, what reporter Michael Chenault uncovers may not only determine the next Presidential election, but cause an entire religion to come tumbling down.

If he can stay alive.


Chapter One

Greenwich Village. November 5. Present day.

I gotta find that one missing piece was the last thing Michael Chenault remembered thinking before closing his eyes that night.  The solving of a jigsaw puzzle was not a literal reference, but over the past thirteen years that was how he had come to think of his job as an investigative reporter.  He would slowly but surely come across one seemingly unrelated tip or lead after another, some appearing to have absolutely no connection to the next, but after a while,after enough twisting and turning of the “pieces,” the puzzle–his story–would begin to take shape.

As he lay in bed, drifting somewhere in the land between sleep and awake, and running through the events of the past day, he at last began to feel the heavy, blissful wave of sleep he’d been waiting for start to roll over him.  That’s when the faraway, but piercing electronic buzzing began.  The first thing that ran through his mind was the annoying sound was just part of a dream, but the persistent buzzing kept on, until Chenault finally realized he was indeed awake and that his late night visitor likely wouldn’t stop pressing his door intercom until he answered.

Looking a second too long over at the digital glow of his alarm clock, the numbers “2:45” seared into his eyes so that even after he closed them and rolled back on to his pillow, he continued to see the numbers on the back of his eyelids.  Christ almighty, he thought, as he rolled out of bed and heaved an exasperated sigh, doesn’t anybody in this town ever sleep?  Despite the clanking radiators running full blast throughout his two bedroom apartment, the old oak floors still felt as cold against his bare feet as the frozen city sidewalks outside, as he trudged to the front door wearing only boxers and an old gray tee shirt with a faded “New York Mets” logo emblazoned across his chest.

As he approached the end of his short hallway and flicked on the light, Chenault caught a brief glimpse of himself in the mirror by the front door and half laughed over his disheveled appearance.  Although he might have passed for an aging male model with his trim medium build and six foot height, Chenault’s features were slightly askew with a visible break in his nose that he had never bothered to have corrected.  Along with his five o’clock shadow, his mussed, dark hair in a longish, over-the-ear style was probably more befitting of someone in his early twenties than for a man a few years away from forty.  People he met often would tell him that he kind of looked like a certain actor, but they could never seem to remember the actor’s name or which films he had been in, so Chenault never quite knew whether to be flattered or not.

“Who is this?” Chenault muttered into the intercom by his door, making sure to convey a certain degree of irritation in his greeting, half expecting it to be one of his neighbors who’d partied a little too hard that night and misplaced their keys.

“Police.  Buzz us in.”

Other than a few New York state gambling statutes he’d probably violated earlier in the evening at his regular Friday night poker game, Chenault couldn’t think of any other laws he’d broken lately, and at the moment he wasn’t covering any stories that worthy of note.  “I’m sorry, what is this concerning?”          


As his uninvited guests made their way up the building’s three flights of stairs, Chenault threw on an old, plaid flannel robe and a pair of well-worn slippers before opening the door.

“I’m Detective Wheatly.  This is Detective Garcia.  We’d like to ask you a few questions.”

    Well obviously, Chenault mused to himself as he closed the door behind them.  “At 3:00 in the morning?” he said through a yawn.

“Actually, it’s only. . .2:48,” the portly, middle-aged detective informed him after glancing at his watch.

By his pale complexion, the mustachioed Wheatly appeared to do most of his work at night.  The wiry, and better-dressed Garcia appeared to be the junior partner of the duo, with his jet black hair gleaming with “product,” and a stylishly trimmed goatee and sideburns framing the lower portion of his bronzed face.  By his demeanor, he gave the impression he was indifferent to the proceedings as he casually glanced around the well-kept apartment, the décor of which could perhaps best be described as “New York City men’s club.”  Mahogany paneled walls in the main living area, overstuffed, brass studded leather chairs, wall-to-wall bookshelves lined with Chenault’s past, present, and future reading material, and a few tasteful oil paintings completed the ensemble.  The only modern touches he noticed were a high-end stereo system accompanied by an extensive blues and jazz collection, most of which was still on vinyl, and a wall-mounted flat screen with a nearby library of mostly classic films.

“So how you afford a place like this?” Garcia asked in his accented English.

With a raised eyebrow, Chenault glanced over to Wheatly as if to pose the one word question, Seriously?, before looking back to Garcia.

“. . .Rent control.  So what is it that you have to ask me that’s so important that you couldn’t have waited until, say like 9 a.m. and over the phone?”

“Well, seeing as how you’re our only possible suspect right now, we didn’t want to take the chance you might not be here at 9 a.m.” Wheatlyanswered.

“Suspected of what?” Chenault shot back as if he’d been insulted.

“First, we need to advise you that you don’t have to speak to us if you don’t want to, and if you need a lawyer and can’t afford one, one can be provided for you.  Also, anything you say.  . .”

“Wait a minute!”  Chenault interrupted.  “You’re reading me my rights?”

When Wheatly nodded in reply, Chenault first shook his head in exasperated disbelief.  “. . .I’m really tired fellas.  I know you’re just doing your job, but I’ve hardly slept in the last three days, and I really don’t feel like going downtown with you to the pokey tonight.  So just what’s this all about?”

Wheatly, not used to having his slightly botched rendition of Miranda rights waived half way through, was at first put off until he realized that the sleep deprived Chenault might very possibly hang himself with a few careless answers.  “. . .Do you know a Martin Koplanski?”

“No, I don’t know a Martin Koplanski.”

“Well then, would you know why records were found of a phone call placed from Mr. Koplanski to you, and why your work address was in Mr. Koplanski’s possession?”

Chenault paused for a moment.  “. . .That’s what you got me out of bed for at three o’clock in the morning?  Look, I can only guess this is someone I talked to one time about a story.”

“What kind of story?”  Wheatly asked.

“Do you not know who I work for?”

“Yeah, The New York Times.  What, are we supposed to be impressed?”

“No, it’s just I write stories for a living.  I’m a journalist.”

“Isn’t that just a fancy word for ‘reporter’?”  Wheatly said with a somewhat derisive note in his voice.          

“You got me.”

“All I know is, this Koplanski didn’t have much of anything to do with anybody–he didn’t get out much, if you get my drift.  He places just four long distance calls in the last two weeks–one to his daughter, one to you, and one each out to L.A. and someplace out in Utah, and two days later after talking to you, he turns up dead.”

“Murder?” Chenault said with half a laugh.  “Well why not go wake up somebody out in L.A. or Utah?”

“Because Koplanski lived upstate and it just seemed like a little shorter drive for you to kill him.”

“And I killed him because. . .he called me on the phone?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell us?”

“Fellas, I don’t mean to be rude, but unless you’ve got anything else, or you’re gonna take me downtown, I’m going back to bed.”

“You don’t seem to have a whole lot of remorse.  We tell you someone you know got offed, and you want to go back to bed.”

“Guys, if you haven’t figured out yet, I don’t even know who you’re talking about.  I probably talk to close to fifty people a day or more.  Naturally, I feel bad some poor guy got murdered, but it’s really got nothing to do with me.”

“Yeah, that’s an original defense–‘You don’t know nothin’ about it.’  You ever hear that one before, Julio?”

“No, never,” the Hispanic detective deadpanned.

“You guys are a regular ‘Laurel and Hardy.’  Look, I tell you what,” said Chenault.  “Give me your card and I’ll come downtown tomorrow and answer whatever questions you have.  And I’m really not normally this cranky, but I’ve got to get some sleep.  When I get to work, I’ll look up and try to see what I have on this guy.  Deal?”


Review by Mayra Calvani

Jack L. Brody’s The Moroni Deception is an exciting page-turner in the tradition of The DaVinci Code, one that will be relished by fans of suspense thrillers.

The presidential election is just around the corner and it looks as though charismatic Republican candidate and Utah senator Brockston Ratchford is going to win. The fact that his wife has been brutally murdered and his daughter kidnapped has only gained him public sympathy.

However, his wife isn’t the only one whose throat has been cut from ear to ear and whose forehead has been marked with strange symbols. A retired history professor by the name of Martin Koplanski has suffered the same fate, and the fact that he’s the author of a book that apparently doesn’t sit well with the powers that be in the Mormon Church doesn’t look like a coincidence.

New York Times journalist Chenault begins working on the story. With the help of Rachel Potter, a fledgling reporter for the The Salt Lake Tribune, he sets out to investigate the murders. Soon, a dark grim history begins to emerge, one of ancient artifacts, secret societies, and a mysterious prophecy that points to none other than Senator Ratchford.

Who, in fact, is The Prophet? Who is meant to be The Great Restorer? As the clock ticks and the presidential election approaches, the bodies pile up.

I enjoyed this novel immensely. The Moroni Deception is a hell of a ride. The pace is quick, the characters compelling, the stakes high. I really liked Chenault. He’s smart and sympathetic and has a good heart. I especially like that he’s not one of those tortured journalist heroes with a bitter past and prone to drinking. That was refreshing. The ending is surprising and satisfying.

The Moroni Deception is a controversial novel in the same way as The DaVinci Code is. So if you enjoy thrillers with religious and historical undertones, you’ll get a kick out of this one.

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THE WICKED WIVES: Interview with Noir Suspense Thriller Author Gus Pelagatti

Gus Pelagatti is a practicing trial lawyer with over 47 years of experience trying civil and criminal cases including homicide.  He’s a member of the Million Dollar Advocate Forum, limited to attorneys who have been recognized as achieving a standard of excellence as a trial expert.  He has spent years researching the true story of the 1938 insurance scam murders, interviewing judges, lawyers, police and neighbors involved in the trials.

Gus was born and raised within blocks of the main conspirator’s tailor shop and the homes of many of the wives convicted of murdering their husbands.

His latest book is The Wicked Wives.

You can visit Gus’ website at www.guspelagatti.com.

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Q: Thank you for this interview, Gus. Can you tell us what your latest book, “The Wicked Wives” is all about?

“The Wicked Wives” is based on the true story of the 1938 Philadelphia poison scandals. Seventeen wives and a like number of conspirators were arrested for poisoning husbands to death for insurance money.

A gang of men would seduce lonely, disenchanted wives, persuade them to insure their husbands and taught them how to poison their husbands without alerting the physicians, undertakers and police.

“The Wicked Wives” is a story made for Hollywood, combining murder, corruption, treachery, love and lust during the economic depression.

Q:  Can you tell us a little about your main and supporting characters?

Cast of Characters in “The Wicked Wives”

The Wives

Lillian Stoner: The beautiful, blonde, snobbish society wife abandons her bankrupt husband Reggie to exchange sex for money with Bill Evans, her rich political uncle. She depends upon her lover Giorgio to feed her opium habit, and she conspires with him to murder her husband for insurance money.

Eva Russo: The risqué redheaded nymph loves sex with men, the night life and gambling. In fact her unpaid gambling debts lead to punishment by the mafia. She buries two husbands for insurance money. But the one thing she desperately desires she can’t have…Giorgio.

Joanna Napoli: The bosomy gift shop owner is madly in love with Giorgio and is willing to do the unthinkable to marry him … join Giorgio in a conspiracy to murder her drunken husband.

Rose Grady: Another of Giorgio’s playmates who conspires with him to bury three husbands and leaves the fourth to die at home before fleeing the city to avoid arrest. Her past earns her the name “Kiss of Death Widow.” She always wears mourning black and a veil.

Sadie Lamb: She owns a boarding house with her husband and rents rooms to three male borders. Sadie loves to play musical beds with her borders for a fee. Eventually all three borders and her husband have to be treated on the same day by a physician for a venereal disease. Giorgio persuades the borders to join a conspiracy to murder Sadie’s husband for insurance money.

The Bad Guys

Giorgio DiSipio: He is a mastermind conspirator — a stunning lothario and local tailor who preys on lonely, disenchanted and unfaithful wives by convincing them to kill their spouses for insurance money. He is known to sexually service at least four women on the couch in the rear of his tailor shop in one day.

Boris “Rabbi” Feldman:
A colorful flimflam man and Giorgio’s number one co-conspirator. He introduces many lonely wives to Giorgio and helps to seduce them. He knows where most of Giorgio’s skeletons are buried.

Bruno Bianchi a/k/a “Giant”: The Giant is a tall man with gray hair and a mustache who sits in the passenger seat of a Buick driven by a mysterious lady in black dressed as though in mourning. She wears a thick black veil over her face to hide her identity. Giant systematically assassinates the poison conspiracy witnesses while the lady in black drives the get-away car.

Deputy Mayor Bill Evans:
He is the corrupt head of the Philadelphia Republican Party who is hell bent on protecting his niece Lillian Stoner from murder charges. He hates first Assistant Tom Rossi who won’t help him to protect his niece Lillian from murder charges.

The Good Guys and Gals

Tom Rossi: He is the First Assistant D.A. assigned the job of arresting and prosecuting all conspirators including wives in the poison murders. He also wants to be elected D.A. but incurs the wrath of Deputy Mayor Evans when Rossi refuses to protect Evans’ niece Lily from murder charges. Evans sets political machinery in motion to have Rossi disbarred as a lawyer.

Hope Daniels: She and Tom Rossi are in love and want to marry. But Hope is part Negro, which Evans uses to incite bigoted Philadelphia voters against Rossi’s quest to be elected D.A. Evans has Hope fired from her city job as a nurse for lying about her ethnic heritage on her job application. This action creates a dangerous crisis in her relationship with Tom.

Mike Fine, Chief of CountyDetectives: Mike is a lean and mean fifty-five year old Jewish detective who had to grow up tolerating anti-Semitism. He is willing to protect the life of his best friend Tom Rossi at all times.

Lynn Sullivan: She is Tom Rossi’s stenographer who is hopelessly in love with her boss although he does not realize the depth of her affections for him. But she never gives up trying to win the man she adores.

District Attorney Pat Connors: Pat is about to retire and lends advice to his heir apparent Tom Rossi.

Bertha Brooks: Bertha is another colorful character who is Lillian’s neighbor and an eyewitness to critical facts involving murder.

Q: Do you tend to base your characters on real people or are they totally from your imagination?

For the most part, the characters are based on actual people who participated in the 1938 Philadelphia poison scandals.

Q: Are you consciously aware of the plot before you begin a novel, or do you discover it as you write?

This novel was based on the true story 1938 Philadelphia poison scandals.  So my research uncovered the various plots for me.

Q: Can you tell us why you chose to set your story in South Philadelphia?

My parents owned a tiny row-house in South Philadelphia located within two blocks from the main conspirator’s tailor shop. The shop was the scene where many conspiracies were plotted and where many wives were seduced.

Q: Does the setting play a major part in the development of your story?


Q: Open the book to page 69.  What is happening?

One of the wives, Eva, did not promptly pay a gambling debt to her

bookie, Nicky ‘Fits.” After forcing a loaded .38 pistol into her mouth, Eva

wet herself. Next, Nicky punched her in the nose and the orbit of her eye

causing Eva’s nose to bleed and her eye to become obviously red and

swollen.  Now, Eva was planning her revenge… on Nicky “Fits.”

Q: Can you give us one of your best excerpts?

Eva unhooked her bra and gave him a wink.  Michael wasted no time

in burying his face between her breasts. He feverishly licked at her nipples.  “Bella putana,” he said. “Bella putana.”

She giggled. “Relax baby doll.  This doesn’t have to be your last supper.”

Q: Have you suffered from writer’s block and what do you do to get back on track?

I do something other than writing for  hours.

Q: What would you do with an extra hour today if you could do anything you wanted?

Watch a movie based on a good book.

Q: Which already published book do you wish that you had written and why?

The Carpetbaggers, (1961) by Harold Robbins.  Robbins was a pioneer in introducing literary sex to the fifties and sixties.

Q: What kind of advice would you give other fiction authors regarding getting their books out there?

Keep trying to get reviews. Never give up!

Thank you so much for this interview, Gus.  We wish you much success!


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