Night Slashers
An Agnes McCall Mystery
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Narrado por:
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Paul Woodson
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De:
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Rashad Freeman
Sobre este áudio
Daniel Montague has a secret.
A secret so dark, so disturbing that he's pushed it to the back of his psyche and moved on. Unfortunately for him, it's itching to find the light.
Down in New Orleans, Daniel finds solace in the winding waters of the Mississippi River. He's found a place that he can put his past behind him, a place that he can call home.
He thinks he's finally found peace, but when his past comes knocking on his front door and the town erupts in a wave of brutal murders, he is forced to face a harsh reality. You can forget the past, but that doesn't mean it will forget you.
Night Slashers, a gripping thriller riddled with twists, turns and the ultimate betrayal.
Excerpt: The sound of water sloshing around echoed like a distant whisper. The wind whistled a muted lullaby as it blew through the trees. A soft gurgle grew louder and louder in Daniel's ears until he realized he wasn't dreaming.
A slow, suffocating feeling burned his lungs, robbing him of air. Each breath he took was raspy and shallow like he was sucking through a broken straw.
As he lazily opened his eyes, he spit out mud and wiped his face. His soaked t-shirt clung to his back, the other side was glued to him with mud. He was face down in a puddle of rainwater and his own vomit. Shivering, he rolled onto his side and curled into a ball.
His head ached like it'd been slammed in between the trunk of a car. The constant pounding kept him from moving any further. His bones felt frozen and he was certain he was suffering from hypothermia.
The cold wind breathed the smell of death over his face, sticking to his waterlogged skin. It reeked of spoiled milk and rotten fish. Daniel gagged as he sucked in the foul air.
©2012 Rashad Freeman (P)2015 Rashad Freeman