The Confession Booth Recordings
mystery◐ MatureThey took Father Coyle's collar two winters ago, but no one ever took back his key. The old church sat dark and empty now. He let himself in the side door, looking for the leftover wine. Instead he heard a rattle behind the confessional wall. He pried off a strip of rotten wood and found a reel-to-reel recorder hidden inside, the tape labeled in the dead sexton's shaky hand: 1971 to last March. Coyle pressed play. A woman's voice filled the booth: "I killed him, Father. And no one ever knew."
Coyle's hands shook. He rewound and listened again. The woman kept talking. She described a man's body, a frozen pond, a winter long ago. He knew the voice but couldn't place it. He grabbed the whole box of tapes and carried them home to listen to every one.
What happens next?
3 ways forwardBy dawn Coyle had it figured out. The woman on the tape was Margaret Hale, who still ran the bakery on Main Street. The man she'd confessed to killing was her own husband, gone "missing" forty years back. Coyle washed his face and decided to go buy a loaf of bread.