In the tradition of film noir, Father Confessor explores the dark
side that resides within everyone. The ending will surprise and
shock the reader. A series of killings in New York City target
priests and prostitutes and the city is on edge, ready to explode.
By chance, or perhaps destiny, a small gathering of men and women
are brought together during a transcontinental train journey leaving
New York City. Among them is the serial killer, but any one of them
has the inner darkness, the inner rage, and the capacity to commit
hideous deeds. An Orthodox monk, tormented by the memory of his
past, is the fulcrum of attention, laying bare the repressed
feelings of fellow passengers—feelings that may not be uncommon to
many of us. And in doing so, he exposes his own frailty and
vulnerability. As a violent storm gathers momentum outside,
buffeting the train with wind and rain, the storm within each person
also rages. And in the end, it is up to the reader to decide if the
killings will end.
"His feet sank deeper into the sandy
silt as pebbles of ancient rock broke loose from the bottom,
making each new step more difficult. The pebbles migrated
between his toes as he ventured deeper, and finally, a larger,
more irregular stone struck against his heel bringing a sudden
discomfort and loss of balance. And as he lifted up onto one
leg, he fell. The cool waters of the stream rushed to his face
and sought his mouth and nose. He rose up to breathe, his thighs
barely above the flow of the steady current, and to his surprise
a giggle came from the opposite shoreline... a girlish giggle, a
brazen giggle, a giggle not ashamed to be known and wanting to
be discovered."
"And then without malice of forethought, a smooth stone the size
of his fist was within Peter's grasp and with a swiftness that
Peter knew not, the stone rushed to strike the predator in the
face, and then a second time between his legs, and once again he
smashed that evil that had violated him many times before. And
the blood left Brother Joseph's face, as white replaced natural
color and his legs twisted and buckled to the pain and his body
sought the coolness of the water...and he lay beside Peter, the
cool waters of the stream flowing around them as if an eddy of
swift current had unexpectedly encountered a large obstacle. And
Brother Joseph lay there with barely a breath or movement of
limbs, face up, his eyes opened and dilated."
