The Prison Psychiatrist
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There are confessions that bring closure.
There are confessions that bring justice.
And then there are confessions that destroy everything you thought you knew about the truth.
Dr. Adrian Shaw had spent years listening to people confess the worst things they had ever done.
Murderers.
Psychopaths.
Predators.
Men who described violence without remorse and others who broke down beneath the weight of what they had done.
He had learned that confession did not always mean guilt.
Sometimes people confessed because they wanted forgiveness.
Sometimes because they wanted attention.
Sometimes because they wanted to manipulate the person listening.
And sometimes
they confessed because they knew something far more dangerous than their own crimes.
Adrian thought he understood the difference.
Until the call came.
It arrived shortly after midnight.
A secure psychiatric facility in another state.
A patient had requested to speak with him.
The patient's name was Samuel Voss.
For thirty-one years, Voss had been one of the most notorious serial killers in the country.
Officially, he had confessed to seven murders.
Investigators suspected many more.
At least twenty-three unsolved killings had been connected to him over the decades.
Some investigators believed the actual number could be higher.
Voss had never admitted it.
Until now.
The psychiatrist who called Adrian sounded nervous.
“Mr. Voss has asked specifically for you.”
“Why?”
“He wouldn't say.”
“Does he know who I am?”
There was a long silence.
“Yes.”
“How?”
Another pause.
“He said you've met him before.”
Adrian frowned.
“I've never met Samuel Voss.”
“I know.”
The voice on the other end became quieter.
“He said you met him at Blackridge.”
Adrian stopped breathing for a moment.
Blackridge.
The prison had been closed to him for months.
Its official investigation was supposedly finished.
The conspiracy surrounding Cell 13 had been exposed.
Several officials had been arrested.
Others had disappeared.
Prisoner 3417 was gone.
