Audio:   Text: Sanders’ shaking hands held the gun pointed at his own son. Sweat beaded on the old man’s brow and his breathing was labored. Damien could see the conflict in the detective’s eyes as one of Sanders’ hands Read more…

Audio:   Text: The pungent smell of wet smoke forced Damien awake. As he opened his eyes, he found himself in the abandoned cabin in the middle of the groves, its wood still damp from the fire department’s hoses. Damien Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien arrived at the police station, pulling into the crowded parking lot. He passed the investigators and security consultants that were at Darlene’s high school, plus a few other faces he hadn’t seen before. Damien pressed his Read more…

Audio:   Text: A lack of sleep was beginning to catch up with Damien. He shook his head and straightened in his car seat as he pulled out of the library parking lot. He needed to keep his edge. He Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien arrived at the Hayeston library at dusk, the cooling sky reminding him of the few nights before when the killer escaped his chase. He replayed the moments before Darlene was set on fire, knowing he had Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien’s drive home was tense and frustrating. He knew motive was the most important part of an investigation, but he and the rest of the Hayeston police department were so busy watching the clock, trying to find Read more…

Audio:   Text: Mark stood across the room. Gone was the chubby kid with disturbing fascinations. Before Damien was a man, tall and strong, with defined muscles and a hardened glare. Just as Matt Plank had described. As Mark approached Read more…

Audio:   Text: The interior of the visitor center was painted an uninspired beige with chocolate brown accenting the doors and trim. Earth tones of the most boring kind. The room was wide and rectangular. In the middle sat a Read more…

Audio:   Text: Before most people headed to work, Damien was traveling the backroads of northern Florida, following the serpentine two lane roads through dying towns and vast, open fields dotted with cattle. He had thought of making this trek Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien sat in his Crown Vic, the headlights shining against his garage door, still coming to terms with what had happened. This time yesterday he was looking through Sanders’ files. A day later he’d let a serial Read more…