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The Killer's Confession
The Killer's Confession
The Killer's Confession
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For some, death is the only cure for suffering.

In this heart-pounding thriller, Eli mysteriously returns to his hometown for a funeral, where he is forced to face a dark turbulent past. Seeking answers to an unspeakable crime, he becomes involved in a whirlwind of deadly events that turns a once peaceful town into a dreadful nightmare… Where only the most ruthless will survive.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherH.R. Cheeks
Release dateJan 30, 2018
ISBN9781386619338
The Killer's Confession
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H.R. Cheeks

H.R. Cheeks is an international traveler and social entrepreneur. He spent over a decade exploring the world, from the ancient alleyways of Damascus to the underwater caves of Bermuda. He started writing poetry and short stories at the age of 10, and now spends his days teaching and mentoring high school youth in poverty-stricken neighborhoods. He is a graduate student studying ethics and leadership, and religion. In his spare time, H.R. practices advanced martial arts, enjoys the outdoors with his children, and writes a wide range of books that cover suspense, romance, and action-packed thrillers inspired by true events.

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    The Killer's Confession - H.R. Cheeks

    Chapter 1: The Stranger Returns

    I ’m not ready to die ...

    Those were the last words Eli heard her say. The words replayed in his mind, at the tone of a whisper, almost as softly as the brisk autumn breeze that he heard as he walked back down the dirt path toward his house.

    The fallen withered leaves crunched under his boots with each stride, punctuating the finality of what just happened.  With each slow step he took, with each twig that snapped, the single sounds of his footsteps echoed back to him, as if saying, "death is real, and time is running out."

    It was only now, after remembering his mother’s last words, that Eli realized how precious life was. And it was also at this moment that he realized how much of it he had wasted.

    This is the last time... he swore to himself. This is the last time I will watch my family suffer because of me.

    He turned off the dirt path, breaking through the treeline of the cemetery, and started on the sidewalk, looking down at the roots that groped through cracks in the pavement every few steps. He carefully stepped over each one; a habit he had picked up in childhood. By now, he recalled every inch of this area. This was his old neighborhood.

    It had been six years since Eli had stepped foot back in his hometown. Hopeville had changed. When he was a child, people flocked from all over the country searching for the spiritual peace that Hopeville promised. It was a bustling town full of young families looking for a new start. New homes sprouted throughout the area, children played freely in the streets, and small businesses thrived. Hopeville was one of those places that the old-timers used to describe as, a place where doors were never locked.  Back then it had seemed like a place that never knew gloom. Even on rainy days, the skies always seemed clear.  There was so much promise.

    Now, walking through the town, there was an eerie silence in the parks and alleys. A fog of death permeated the air. Abandoned porches furnished swinging benches, which gently rocked with a ghostly breeze. With each turn, it seemed that every street was a graveyard of buried secrets, and now only the dead knew the truth.

    Excuse me sir, don’t I know you? Eli was so consumed in his thoughts that he didn’t even hear the homeless man following him. He turned around sharply.

    The man peered at him suspiciously, and said to him softly. I know every person in this town, so you must be from here.

    No, I don’t live here, Eli replied cautiously. This man actually looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember why. For Eli, that wasn’t a good sign. I’m just passing through, he muttered.

    The man stroked his long beard, staring for a moment, as if he was unsure whether or not Eli was lying, then he smiled, Well, sir, if you don’t mind, could you spare some change? I haven’t eaten in days.

    Something in the man’s voice made Eli feel uneasy.  Not only did he look familiar, he sounded familiar. At this point, an old feeling began to come over him. His mouth started to dry.

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