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Everyone has secrets they would prefer to keep buried, but that’s what makes me so good at what I do. I’ve always been able to sense when people are lying, be it through their body language or the way they speak. As a criminologist, I’ve made it my life’s mission to help those who’ve suffered miscarriages of justice appeal their wrongful convictions. Thirty years ago, my 13-year-old sister was murdered and it felt like a part of me died with her.

When Father Henry McGrath hears a confession that sends a cold chill throughout his body, he’s unsure what to do. To divulge the private confession would violate holy canon law. When he refuses to go to the police, people begin to die, and the priest becomes the prime suspect. Elizabeth Monroe, a college professor who teaches forensic psychology, doesn’t believe the elder priest fits the killer’s profile. Elizabeth discovers a frightening thread woven within each killing - a thread that began 30 years ago.

A house on a quiet street on the south side of Glasgow. Neat, terraced homes with manicured lawns and pruned trees. Not the sort of place that reeks of decay or where dead bluebottles pile up on a windowsill. When the police break in, there’s a surprise in store for them. They find Julie Campbell’s decaying body at her desk, her laptop open beside her. She’s a well-liked, respectable woman. On the laptop is a confession – to five murders.

I should never have gone to her house. But I was desperate to ask her some questions about that night. About what she saw when Joe fell from the bridge. All I wanted was some honesty, for someone else to have seen what I saw. I never meant to hurt her. To push her. As she lay at the bottom of the stairs, blood pooling around her head, I knew it was the end for me too. I kept expecting the knock on the door, the police, the handcuffs. But it never came. On the news, they are reporting someone has come forward and confessed to her murder. But that can't be true. Because her killer is me.

Die Ex-Polizistin Emilia ist fasziniert vom Confession Room, einem Internetforum, in dem jeder seine Geheimnisse posten kann. Je mehr mitmachen, desto dunkler werden die Geständnisse. Wie alle anderen glaubt Emilia, ihre Schuld bliebe anonym. Doch dann wird etwas Unglaubliches auf der Seite angekündigt: ein Mord, in London, dazu die Namen eines Mannes und einer Frau. Das muss ein makabrer Spaß sein! Emilia beginnt fieberhaft zu recherchieren. Zu spät: Die Polizei findet zwei Tote, und eine weitere Mordankündigung taucht im Confession Room auf.

I ask you: How do you reconcile a man who is capable of deep, tender love (because I've felt it), a man, who - by public standards - is a health reformer, assistant to the future British prime minister, and the son-in-law of a wealthy industrialist, but who, when the moment overtakes him, kills women? I don't know what to make of it myself, but that's me. I've been told I have a philosopher's mind, that I'm ambitious and can do anything I set my mind to - but sometimes my sadomasochistic tendencies get the better of me.