Margaret M. LeNois currently resides in New Jersey with her 2 small dogs, Michael and Josephine, and her cockatoo, Paco. Ms. LeNois is a published and accomplished writer of psycho-thrillers, having majored in Psychology; a pleasure, and quiver in Deviant Behavior; and with a delightful emphasis on mass murderers. She is a current member of the Red Hat Society, the National Organization of Sisters in Crime, SinC, Writer’s Guild of America, West, Inc., and the National Association of Writers. Both Cremator’s Revenge and Don’t Go Alone! are registered with Writer’s Guild of America, and now there are discussions happening with a movie producer for a film about Street People taken from Cremator’s Revenge.
How does one go about writing such a dramatic and real story about the homeless and Street People of Daytona Beach, Florida? It is not your normal mindset—it is if you are named Margaret M. LeNois, stringer journalist for the Flagler-Daytona News Journal and part owner of a breakfast/lunch diner where your mother fed the hungry and poor. We ended up going on Thursday nights and taking all the food in our big refrigerators at the restaurant and going down to the church to feed anyone and everyone who needed to eat. What a trip that was, but I got so into each story of how they ended up in the predicament that they were in, and how does someone get that far down the totem pole in our society. I gathered up my recording machine, bought a load of recording tapes and I was making appointments to sit in the church cafeteria, listening to these terrific people. And they always kept their appointments if they smoked cigarettes because they knew I would fork over some to them. And so started my life in the streets.
I began hanging around them, but to truly go onto the streets, I was to wear the worst clothes I could find and carry no identification of any kind; no jewelry, little make-up, very small amounts of money. Needless to say, I learned a lot. I learned to beg for money from people on the beach, I learned to share everything I found, and I learned to scam and lie to people. I also learned not to sleep without my shoes on or someone would steal them; I learned to be sure and scrub my hair and body in order to not get lice and Scabbies; and I learned to get up before dawn broke and go to bed as soon as it got dark. I had no idea what I would do with all of this inside knowledge- until my book idea came to me.
The Cremator is the name of the person who runs the retort at a funeral home, cremating the bodies of dead people. The ashes are then placed in an urn or sprinkled in the ocean or sometimes just left in a box unclaimed in the funeral home's basement. Ashes also make terrific fertilizer for flowers, plants and shrubs. What if the ashes belong to a homeless person -- someone who has no one to claim the remains? What beautiful gardens these ashes would grow -- making for a perfect crime. Especially if you had a grudge that you carried because of some evil homeless people like Alfred does.
Alfred must have his revenge or it will eat him alive and he will end up back in the insane asylum from which he was just released. He had adored his sweet Grandmother who had raised him from a young boy -- that is until three homeless people decided to wantonly torture and murder her on her own farm. But Alfred does not know which homeless people killed his beloved grandparent, so he wreaks havoc on any and all of them, anyone he feels is a drudge on society, anyone who crosses his path.
He has unknowingly come up with the perfect crime -- torture them, kill them, and then burn and bury them. Where there were lots of ugly useless people, you now have beautiful and sweet smelling flowers, shrubs and trees. Alfred's grandmother would be so proud of him, and God would surely save him a special place in heaven.
But what if the homeless people should ban together to get him first? Would street justice bring about the same end? In the Cremator’s Revenge it is a war that indeed will result in the same ending, but who will remain standing, Alfred or a Streeter?