Coyle matched the voice to Danny Voss, the choir director everyone adored. The newest confession named a hiker who'd "wandered off" last fall and was never found. Coyle now held proof of a killer the whole town loved. He had to decide who would ever believe him.

Coyle played the last tape one more time. In the background, faint but clear, a clock chimed and a train passed. He knew that sound. It only happened at the old depot at midnight. The killer had taped his own confession there, alone, in a place Coyle could find tonight.