SHORT RIDE TO HELL

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By Rodd Clark.

It had only been a few hours since he had put the Winter Glade Motel in his rear-view, but it seemed longer. Bradley Colton drove the desolate highway but felt tired and needed sleep. The air conditioning was on high to fend off the humid Florida evening. The air against his face was the only thing preventing him from drifting into dangerous sleep; even so he contemplated the series of events that had him travelling in the middle of the night…with the blood stains of the murdered man still present on his shirt....

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Author Rodd Clark
Publishers CreateSpace
Year of Publication 2015

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SHORT RIDE TO HELL
A Brantley Colton Mystery
Rodd Clark

It had only been a few hours since he had put the Winter Glade Motel in his rear-view, but it seemed longer. Bradley Colton drove the desolate highway but felt tired and needed sleep. The air conditioning was on high to fend off the humid Florida evening. The air against his face was the only thing preventing him from drifting into dangerous sleep; even so he contemplated the series of events that had him travelling in the middle of the night…with the blood stains of the murdered man still present on his shirt. He had used an alias to register at the motel, paid in cash but feared something had been left behind which could tie him to the murder. He needed time to finish the job at hand and his sloppy second-guessing had placed him in peril. Colton had never been one for prayer, but felt like it was a good time to confess his crime and ask for forgiveness. Not that it would have done any good for him…

250 pages, paperback

ISBN: 9781507656334

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SHORT RIDE TO HELL

SHORT RIDE TO HELL

By Rodd Clark.

It had only been a few hours since he had put the Winter Glade Motel in his rear-view, but it seemed longer. Bradley Colton drove the desolate highway but felt tired and needed sleep. The air conditioning was on high to fend off the humid Florida evening. The air against his face was the only thing preventing him from drifting into dangerous sleep; even so he contemplated the series of events that had him travelling in the middle of the night…with the blood stains of the murdered man still present on his shirt....