Shadows Across America by Guillermo Valcarcel

Author:Guillermo Valcarcel [Valcarcel, Guillermo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery & Detective, International Mystery & Crime, Thrillers, Suspense, Crime
ISBN: 9781503958821
Google: 1ftEuAEACAAJ
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Publisher: Amazon Publishing
Published: 2018-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

7

Stolen Confessions

Ethan woke up a little before dawn. For once, he felt good and well rested. He went straight to the computer and found Ari online. They caught up. She told him that his strange old buzzard of a partner had contacted her, and they said goodbye. Then Ethan got straight onto his own line of inquiry. The shoot-out had caused a major scandal. Journalists were taking advantage of it to attack the government and vested interests; the terms ignominy, shame, purge, and cleaning house had become commonplace. Rumors were multiplying and growing wilder and wilder, often disguised as leaks from supposedly verified sources. The only real truth was that the nerves of the security forces, public institutions, and the media itself were frayed. The latter’s crusade was little more than payback for a thousand historical slights. By now, he knew that he was doomed, just as Calvo had warned him. He just didn’t know how many days he had left to solve the case and get out alive. He didn’t expect Suarez to make any progress with his investigation, and working on his own again, he arranged to meet with Andrés to give him an update before insisting that for his own good, he didn’t follow Ethan down the dark path along which he was heading.

The property was large but neglected. No one grew anything there, and weeds had spread over the fence, the path, and up the walls, blurring the distinction between garden and jungle. Which was just how it should be. Sinister, like him. Dark, like his soul. The undergrowth was so thick you couldn’t walk through it. It hid the lair of the black-headed beast, a cave in which to take refuge after claiming yet another innocent life, somewhere to muffle their final screams, which thrilled and frightened him in equal measure. The Beast cherished the bloody garment in his hand, which would be kept with the others so he could masturbate over it later or flagellate himself with it.

The sickly, inevitable feeling that came after violence was always bittersweet. Like sexual desire, it devoured everything before it even began, transforming the pain of others into pleasure, stirring his hunger for sacrifice. The world was a rabid, lusty animal that existed to satisfy the powerful. There was only one choice: you could either be the executioner or be the victim. He was driven to stain innocence, ruin beauty, and pollute purity, but when it was all over, a feeling of emptiness and an inexplicable anxiety cloaked him; sometimes he even felt guilty. He was forced to seek refuge, disappearing into this dominion, which was rough, dirty, and insidious, the same as him.

He headed toward the front door with the afternoon sun on his back, his purple silhouette getting bigger on the wooden boards, drunk not so much on alcohol as frustration at finding himself forced to wait on the bastards who were coming tomorrow. At least they’d be bringing his money. He had forgotten his earlier fears.

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