This book is currently untitled.
SO YA I'M WRITING A BOOK. After I post this I'm starting chapter one.
Prologue: (which in my books are always super short, the chapters are WAY longer)
All he feels is nothing, and he knows it’s over, he’s done it. He doesn’t feel a breath or a heartbeat, he feels nothing. And the first thought that runs through his mind is that he shouldn’t have done it by hand. Then the thoughts start coming again, the emotions rush back. Oh god.
He looks down, and the other man’s neck is purple and black and red, the marks there are exact clones of his handprints. His head spins. DNA. Forensics. They’ll know. They always know. Why did he do it. He doesn’t know. No one ever knows. Except for the FBI. They know. They always know.
So he runs.
Prologue: (which in my books are always super short, the chapters are WAY longer)
All he feels is nothing, and he knows it’s over, he’s done it. He doesn’t feel a breath or a heartbeat, he feels nothing. And the first thought that runs through his mind is that he shouldn’t have done it by hand. Then the thoughts start coming again, the emotions rush back. Oh god.
He looks down, and the other man’s neck is purple and black and red, the marks there are exact clones of his handprints. His head spins. DNA. Forensics. They’ll know. They always know. Why did he do it. He doesn’t know. No one ever knows. Except for the FBI. They know. They always know.
So he runs.