Hitchhiker—A Suspense Thriller (As the Darkness Falls)
Description:
When a serial killer hitches a ride one sunny day in a beautiful California valley, he does not suspect that he may have met his match, who is dead set to take another life. The battle of wits begins and only the most devious mind will survive.
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Bonus: “Intoxication” by Tim Kizer.
How do you force a confession out of a coworker trying to poison you? Do you kill those who dismiss your fears and believe you are paranoid? What do you do if you start questioning your own suspicions–and sanity–as you take the law into your hands?
In this disturbing tale of derangement, a young psychopathic woman is slipping into madness as she fights an enemy that may exist only in her imagination. She has to resort to desperate measures when she realizes that a gun, security cameras in her apartment, and constant vigilance will not be enough to survive. It is hard to find a black cat in a dark room, especially if the cat is not there, but Leslie, with her resolve fueled by paranoia, is hell-bent on finding and crushing it.
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Excerpt:
Not so cocky now, are you, pretty boy?
He was staring at the body of a young tanned man lying in front of him in the thick grass. He had stabbed this guy twice in the chest three minutes ago and now was making certain that the good-looking stranger was actually dead. So far he had not noticed any signs of life, which pleased him very much. Squatting, he searched the dead man’s pants pockets and spent a while studying his findings. According to the driver license, his twenty-six-year-old victim’s name was Devon Hill.
Well, you picked the wrong day to hike alone in the woods, Mister Hill.
Besides the license, the wallet contained a few plastic cards and about a dozen dollar bills; he put the cash in his jeans pocket. He decided he would burn Devon’s cards and ID when he got out of the forest. With all these CSI wizards around, you could not be too careful and mere shredding was not enough. Then he pocketed the coins he had dug out along with the wallet. It was eight state quarters: Minnesota, Virginia, Massachusetts, Oregon, Tennessee, Rhode Island, Arkansas, and Delaware. As he wiped the bloody knife blade on Devon’s T-shirt, he looked around, cautiously, as if the danger of being spotted was real. Well, there was no human being as far as the eye could see. Before rising to his feet, he tossed his knife, Devon’s wallet and keys in the bag. He could neither keep these three items, nor leave them near the corpse since they were evidence now. He would throw the potential prosecution exhibits in a pond or a river on his way out.
One hour later he was standing on the side of the freeway, waiting for a tender-hearted driver to give him a lift. It was not too long that he saw an oncoming car, a graphite metallic Chevrolet Malibu, and started waving. He was a bit surprised when the vehicle pulled over and the driver asked him where he was heading.
Well, let’s hope it is going to be a fun ride.
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“You can put your bag in the back of the car,” instructed the driver. “Okay.” He carefully placed his bag on the rear seat and shut the door.
“So you are going to Redding?” the driver said, pressing the gas pedal. He appeared to be around thirty and wore blue washed jeans and a grey short-sleeved shirt.
“Yeah, Redding,” he answered.
“My name’s David.” The driver offered his right hand for a handshake. “Ron,” he replied and shook David’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Ron.” The driver flashed a sincere smile, which gave Ron a tingling warm feeling in his stomach and chest. Ron thought it would be difficult to make himself murder this guy without some sort of penitence.
He could kill him when they made a stop at an uninhabited spot down the freeway. He could arrange that stop easily: he would say he badly needed to pee or throw up. What was he going to do with the car? This Malibu was nice, and he could use it for a couple of thrilling chores. He wondered how soon the driver would be missed after he vanished. “I’m heading to Salem, the Beaver State capital, so it’s your lucky day.” David giggled quietly. “I’ve had my share of hitchhiking, and I remember very well how hard it was to flag down a car. People don’t trust hitchhikers, and I understand them. There are quite nutty individuals out there. Besides, you can rarely get wherever you need to go just in one car. It’s never happened to me.” “Yeah, I got lucky,” agreed Ron. Anyway, he didn’t have to kill David. He could play with him instead. What would Zack say? Damn, he wished he could tell David that dazzling story. He was no blabbermouth, nevertheless lately he’d been dying to share this amazing secret with every stranger he’d met. But if he told the story to David he would have to kill him afterwards. “It’s hot today,” said the driver. “Yeah, you’re right.” Ron wiped sweat off his forehead with his left palm. “Hot like in hell. I should have put on sandals.” He tapped on the floor with his dusty sneakers.
“It’s May, what else can you expect?” David adjusted the right air vent so that his passenger could cool down faster. “The guy who invented the car air conditioning is a saint.”
Hitchhiker—A Suspense Thriller (As the Darkness Falls)
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