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.
The sun hadn’t fully risen and the bizarre glow of the twilight played with his mind. It cast awkward shadows against the ground like narrow fingers reaching out for him.
Daniel brought his hands to his face and covered his eyes as he moaned. Squinting, he tried to clear his head and make out where he was.
He slowly pushed himself up onto all fours and looked around. The black river crept past him, the murky water swirling like a bowl of soup. Steam rose from the muddy riverbank into the frosty air like an apparition.
A few feet to the side of Daniel, Tom lay motionless. His face was partially covered in mud and his arms and legs were positioned like he’d been thrown. He was still dressed in what he wore that night, but his clothes were torn and ragged.”