Trey R. Barker spent nearly two decades as an on-again/off-again journalist before moving into law enforcement in North-Central Illinois, at the Bureau County Sheriff’s Office. He is currently a sergeant of patrol with a specialty in crisis negotiations and on-line child sexual exploitation and an investigator for the Illinois Attorney General’s Internet Crimes Against Children Task Force.
He's also the author of more than 200 short stories, as well as the Barefield trilogy – 2000 Miles to Open Road, Exit Blood, Death is Not Forever – published by Down & Out Books. The first two books in his Jace Salome novels were published by Five Star (which has since dropped its crime fiction line), but the third installment in the series, When the Lonesome Dog Barks, is being published by Down & Out.
Trey stops by In Reference to Murder to take some Author R&R about writing the book and how his day job influenced and inspired the work:
In The Eyes…The Words
By Trey R. Barker
By the time I knocked on his door, I had the evidence.
As always, I’d been gathering it for months. Peer-to-peer software, his computer constantly sharing specific files with my task force computer; back and forth, request and answer, a digital, forensic version of the call and response liturgy.
By the time I knocked on his door, I knew the man. I knew his public habits, his employment and wife’s name. I knew his child’s name and where he lived.
I knew, when I knocked on his door, exactly what I would see. I knew exactly the look I would see in his eyes when he saw me and my team. He would know, instantly, why we were there. I would see tears and anger, eyes darting and looking for a way out, hyperventilating, self-loathing, slivers of relief that it was now over. He would stammer but nod thoughtfully when I told him his IP came up in an internet investigation. He would offer to help any way he could, but he would give signals that he wanted to talk to us privately, rather than in front of his family.
And when we were talking privately, when I showed him the evidence his computer had already sent me, he would admit to trading child pornography. He would tell me everything and it would be awful for everyone in that house.
It always was and by that time, I had done scores of these cases.
I knew, when I knocked on his door, that I would see him, his wife, his child.
Yet when I actually knocked, I did not see what I expected. Instead, I saw the nine neighborhood children who attended his wife’s on-site day care.
My heart broke.
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Ultimately, every child who looked at me that day was forensically interviewed and there was exactly zero evidence the man had ever touched a child. He pleaded guilty and took a lengthy prison sentence. It played out how it always had in those investigations. I did those investigations for almost five years before I had to stop and with every investigation, my heart broke. Regardless of the outcome—plea or trial—my heart broke for those children in the pictures that my suspects so blithely traded. There was never a thought for those children by the men who traded, in spite of what those men would eventually tell me (and I promise you the justifications can make you stop breathing). Even if the pictures and videos were decades old, the children long since grown up to be their own monsters or to save others from the monsters or dead from their own hand because they couldn’t fight the monsters anymore, my heart constantly shattered.
That is what I used in When The Lonesome Dog Barks, the third Jace Salome novel (Down and Out Books, November, 2017).
While there is no child pornography in Lonesome Dog, what I learned working on two child sexual exploitation task forces (one state-level and one Federal-level) came to bear. I was basically researching by reaching into my own memory. I took what I had worked with on the task forces, the way files were shared and spread and viewed, and then bent and shaped that knowledge into something I could use to help craft this story.
In terms of the technical end of things, I did tap into the brain of my team’s uber-computer-guru to make sure I hadn’t screwed it up, but for the emotional things, I tapped into the horrors that each and every officer who’s done these kinds of cases can easily dredge up. What I described at the beginning of this piece—everything packed so deeply and tightly into the suspects’ eyes, and their justifications afterward—were what I tried to unpack for When The Lonesome Dog Barks.
Yet the thing I tried the hardest to recreate, the thing that still haunts me the most, were the interviews and the justifications. Not the words, those were predictable enough (like the man who told me it was the fault of the four-year old girl in the forced-sex videos “…because look how she was dressed!” or the man who told me he and his male cousin were just fooling around trading pictures of their own cocks back and forth and “…it got a little crazy.”), but the utter lack of remorse.
Once caught, they were all remorseful, but it was window dressing—cheap blinds covering the fact that they had not an ounce of actual remorse. To them, the pictures were fantasy and make-believe; no one really got hurt making those pictures, no one was truly molested, no one was truly damaged to the point of killing themselves. To those men, the pictures with full color and the videos with stereo sound were nothing more than a means to an end, and as long as that end was pleasure, then who the hell cared about the means?
And yes, it was exactly the same for those men who had been molested themselves. They had felt the terror in the most visceral way possible and now, years later, cared not at all about that same terror being visited upon someone else.
An odd fact for you…in every single one of my cases that involved the suspect having been molested as a child, the age group the suspects looked at was always the age they themselves had been molested.
So the research for Lonesome Dog was not geography or cultural norms or street dialect. It was reaction and emotion, usage of another human being; it was trying to convey to my readers exactly what I heard my suspects say when I looked in their eyes after I had knocked on their doors.
You can find out more about Trey R. Barker and his writing via his website and follow him on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads. His book When the Lonesome Dog Barks is now available via all major online and print booksellers.