Welcome to Part 1 of The Devil’s Road, a blood-soaked journey inspired by the F.B.I.’s Highway Serial Killings Initiative.

In the late 1990s, over 500 bodies—most of them women—were discovered along the interstate highway system, many clustered around the Interstate 40 corridor stretching through Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Tennessee.

This fictional narrative explores the origins of that chilling discovery through the eyes of Samantha Hart, a determined sheriff in Sequoyah County, Oklahoma. Haunted by the unsolved murder of her sister, Samantha’s quest for vengeance uncovers a gruesome pattern of killings that she suspects are connected.

Joining her is Moses Blackrock, a Native American F.B.I. agent caught between his duty and his demons—fueling his gambling addiction by running small meth deals on the side. Entangled in their fight for justice is Heather Jean, a truck stop prostitute whose next customer may be her last, as she stumbles into the path of a predator who has made this highway his hunting ground.

The Devil’s Road is a tale of revenge and survival set against the unforgiving backdrop of the American heartland—a place where the innocent are prey, and justice is as elusive as a ghost in the dark.

The road stretches on, Faithful Rambler, as we delve deeper into the blood-soaked highways with Chapter 6 of The Devil’s Road. Today, we find Madeline barreling down a rain-soaked Oklahoma highway, a duffle bag full of meth riding shotgun and a deadly storm closing in. But the brewing tempest outside is nothing compared to the danger lurking just out of…

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Welcome back to The Devil’s Road, where vengeance runs as thick as blood through the veins of Sequoyah County. In Issue #23, the final installment of Part 1, Sheriff Hart and Agent Blackrock pursue Madeline through storm-choked highways. They’re closing in, but neither realizes that one wrong step could set off a chain reaction no one’s prepared to face.

If you missed yesterday’s post, can catch up on Issue #22: Last Stop at the Lone Wolf.

Now, settle in, my Faithful Ramblers, for Chapter 6, Issue 4 of The Devil’s Road.

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In 2004 an Oklahoma Bureau of Investigations analyst discovered a crime pattern along the Interstate 40 corridor between Oklahoma and Mississippi. Subsequently, The Federal Bureau of Investigations (F.B.I.) started the Highway Serial Killings Initiative. They discovered over 500 bodies of women along the interstate highway system with more than 200 potential suspects, a trail of bloodshed that coats the heartland. The Devil’s Road is a serialized novel based on this horrific discovery.

A darkening horizon on the Oklahoma plains might promise life-giving rain for farmers, but it can just as easily hide a killer. Most days, you can have one without the other, but today, the odds are not in favor of those traveling the sun-baked highways. Thunder rumbles across the open landscape, and a small hatchback rolls down the lonely blacktop, heading toward a growing wall of black clouds.

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Welcome back to The Devil’s Road, where vengeance runs as thick as blood through the veins of Sequoyah County. In Issue #22 Sheriff Hart and Agent Alexander enter the Lone Wolf, they’re hunting for answers, but each move risks exposing secrets neither is willing to reveal.

If you missed yesterday’s post, can catch up on the Issue #21 On the Edge of the B…

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Welcome back to The Devil’s Road, where vengeance runs as thick as blood through the veins of Sequoyah County. With secrets tightening around him, Mac Gibbons faces a threat more chilling than confinement—and it’s waiting for him in the shadows of Issue 21.

If you missed yesterday’s post, can catch up on the Issue #20, Red Dirt & Cold Steel.

Now, settle in, my Faithful Ramblers, for Chapter 6, Issue 2 of The Devil’s Road.

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In 2004 an Oklahoma Bureau of Investigations analyst discovered a crime pattern along the Interstate 40 corridor between Oklahoma and Mississippi. Subsequently, The Federal Bureau of Investigations (F.B.I.) started the Highway Serial Killings Initiative. They discovered over 500 bodies of women along the interstate highway system with more than 200 potential suspects, a trail of bloodshed that coats the heartland. The Devil’s Road is a serialized novel based on this horrific discovery.

The cold white fluorescent bulbs in the Sequoyah County Correctional Facility pop and buzz as they come on in the visitation room. A couple of metal tables and benches, bolted to the floor, populate the empty space. A row of windows lines one wall, looking out over the empty prairie landscape and the eighteen-foot razor-wire fence, separating those on the inside from freedom.

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Welcome back to The Devil’s Road, where vengeance runs as thick as blood through the veins of Sequoyah County. In Issue #20, Heather finds herself on the run, forced to navigate a brutal game of cat and mouse as the net tightens around her—and those she’d risk everything to protect.

If you missed yesterday’s post, can catch up on the Chapter 5 Digest.

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The road stretches on, Faithful Rambler, as we delve deeper into the blood-soaked highways with Chapter 5 of The Devil’s Road. Today, we return to the little trailer where Heather and Madeline cling to what remains of their fragile life together. But with Heather’s latest discovery, the cracks are widening, and the storm building in the distance is noth…

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Welcome back to The Devil’s Road, where vengeance runs as thick as blood through the veins of Sequoyah County. In Issue #19, Sheriff Samantha Hart’s relentless pursuit brings her to a tense stakeout where secrets begin to surface.

If you missed yesterday’s post, you can catch up on Cracks in the Glass.

Now, settle in, my Faithful Ramblers, for Chapter 5, Issue 5 of The Devil’s Road.

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In 2004 an Oklahoma Bureau of Investigations analyst discovered a crime pattern along the Interstate 40 corridor between Oklahoma and Mississippi. Subsequently, The Federal Bureau of Investigations (F.B.I.) started the Highway Serial Killings Initiative. They discovered over 500 bodies of women along the interstate highway system with more than 200 potential suspects, a trail of bloodshed that coats the heartland. The Devil’s Road is a serialized novel based on this horrific discovery.

After thirty hours on the clock, with only a light doze before the sun came up to count for rest, most folks would be looking for a place to lie down. Samantha Hart, on the other hand, hasn’t even touched the coffee sitting on the hood of her car. For over a year, it’s been nothing but more bodies, more photos of women found on the side of the road, and more files to put in that dusty box of forgotten souls. Now, she’s got a lead.

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Welcome back to The Devil’s Road, where vengeance runs as thick as blood through the veins of Sequoyah County. In Issue #18, we return to the small trailer where Heather and Madeline are struggling to carve out a life. But with Heather’s recent discovery, the tension between them is only building.

If you missed yesterday’s post, you can catch up on Paperwork here.

Now, settle in, my Faithful Ramblers, for Chapter 5, Issue 4 of The Devil’s Road.

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In 2004 an Oklahoma Bureau of Investigations analyst discovered a crime pattern along the Interstate 40 corridor between Oklahoma and Mississippi. Subsequently, The Federal Bureau of Investigations (F.B.I.) started the Highway Serial Killings Initiative. They discovered over 500 bodies of women along the interstate highway system with more than 200 potential suspects, a trail of bloodshed that coats the heartland. The Devil’s Road is a serialized novel based on this horrific discovery.

A small ceramic tube affixed to a circuit board senses the increasing temperature inside Heather’s trailer. The sun’s rays creep up the exterior walls of the little home, steadily increasing the heat inside. The tiny tube’s electrical resistance decreases with every degree. As resistance drops, more and more electricity flows, electrifying the connection as the day gets hotter and hotter.

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Welcome back to The Devil’s Road, where vengeance runs as thick as blood through the veins of Sequoyah County. In Issue #17, we follow Sheriff Samantha Hart—a woman fueled by fury, hunting her sister’s killer across the blood-soaked highways of the heartland. If you missed last week’s Chapter 05: Follow the Lead, catch up with Issue 01: The Shadow Highway and Issue 02: Midnight Mirage.

Now, settle in my Faithful Ramblers for Chapter 5, Issue 3 of The Devil’s Road.

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In 2004 an Oklahoma Bureau of Investigations analyst discovered a crime pattern along the Interstate 40 corridor between Oklahoma and Mississippi. Subsequently, The Federal Bureau of Investigations (F.B.I.) started the Highway Serial Killings Initiative. They discovered over 500 bodies of women along the interstate highway system with more than 200 potential suspects, a trail of bloodshed that coats the heartland. The Devil’s Road is a serialized novel based on this horrific discovery.

A bright, white light slips across the face of Sheriff Samantha Hart as she leans over the copy machine. Beside her is a cardboard box full of files she’s been carrying for the past month. The files are of forgotten victims, murdered by a man who uses her backyard as his hunting ground.

She finishes copying the most recent addition, a poor Jane Doe whose body she found nearly twenty-four hours earlier tied to a chair. Her face had been removed with a surgical razor and stitched back on with dental floss. All the deaths in the files are gruesome, but this most recent one makes it clear that the level of violence is escalating.

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The road winds deeper, Faithful Rambler. Today we press on with Chapter 3 of The Devil’s Road, where blood still stains the asphalt and our elusive Driver remains a shadow in the distance. For those just joining, there’s a trail of death stretching behind us(ch. 1, ch. 2 & ch. 3), and with each chapter, we draw closer to uncovering the truth buried in t…

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The road winds deeper, Faithful Rambler. Today we press on with Chapter 3 of The Devil’s Road, where blood still stains the asphalt and our elusive Driver remains a shadow in the distance. For those just joining, there’s a trail of death stretching behind us(ch. 1 & ch. 2), and with each chapter, we draw closer to uncovering the truth buried in the dust.

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The road winds deeper, Faithful Rambler. Today we press on with Chapter 2 of The Devil’s Road, where blood still stains the asphalt and our elusive Driver remains a shadow in the distance. For those just joining, there’s a trail of death stretching behind us, and with each chapter, we draw closer to uncovering the truth buried in the dust.

With each pass…

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With Halloween just around the corner, I couldn’t think of a better time to bring you, my Faithful Rambler, to the end of Part 1 of The Devil’s Road. Now six chapters in, I want to offer a refresher for any New Witnesses to the trail of bloodshed left behind by our enigmatic Driver. His identity remains a mystery—for now—but Part 2 may finally bring the truth to light.

Over the next several days, you’ll receive a daily treat: the completed chapters 1–4, followed by new releases for chapters 5 and 6, and a full issue of Part 1 on Halloween. So, buckle up, steer clear of truck stops catering to lonesome long-haul drivers, and don’t forget to share this gothic tale, inspired by the true crime stories of serial killers who haunt the highways of the South.

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In 2004 an Oklahoma Bureau of Investigations analyst discovered a crime pattern along the Interstate 40 corridor between Oklahoma and Mississippi. Subsequently, The Federal Bureau of Investigations (F.B.I.) started the Highway Serial Killings Initiative. They discovered over 500 bodies of women along the interstate highway system with more than 200 potential suspects, a trail of bloodshed that coats the heartland. The Devil’s Road is a serialized novel based on this horrific discovery.

Chapter 1: The Dance

issue one — gore, oklahoma

Storm clouds stretch across the open, empty plains of an Oklahoma skyline like a goose-down blanket protecting against the horrors that might exist on the other side. Rain lightly patters on the warm blacktop road. Steam rises as the pavement releases the heat of the day. Of all the days to take a ride across the prairie without air conditioning, today was a bad choice.

A shit-brown Chevy Caprice with Arkansas plates rolls down the highway toward a building in the distance: the Gore Motel. Despite its name, taken from the nearby incorporated township of Gore, Oklahoma, the two-story roadside cinderblock building is nothing short of quaint. The flowerbed, full of colorful petunias, gives an air of frivolity, and the large pink flamingos that line the roadside could make your lip curl with a wry smile—if you were in the proper mood.

The Caprice pulls into the parking lot in front of unit 107. The driver slides the shifter into park, turns off the motor, but leaves the battery running. “The Dance” by Garth Brooks plays from the tinny, busted speakers on the dash.

A mousy-looking lady sits in the front seat. She seems nervous and uncertain. We’ll call her Sandy.

Sandy opens her purse, pushes aside a palm-sized .22 pistol, and pulls out a pack of Capri menthol 120s. She glances up at the driver to make sure he didn’t see the weapon. “Mind if I smoke?” The driver doesn’t respond, just keeps listening to Garth.

The sun peaks from between the clouds as Sandy opens the passenger door. She walks under the balcony of the second-floor walkway, looking for some cover and to keep dry.

She lights her cigarette and takes a long pull. It calms her. The red wig on her head has slipped a bit, so she adjusts it to stay in place.

One of her press-on nails snaps loose and falls to the concrete at her feet. She’s never gotten used to all the effort this line of work requires. She looks at the remaining soldiers at the ends of her fingers, wondering if she should just pull off the rest. They’re Tiffany blue, her favorite color.

Garth’s song finishes, and the radio DJ starts warning about a wave of storms coming through the area. The driver turns off the radio and climbs out of the Caprice. His work boots crunch in the gravel parking lot. He’s a heavy walker.

“I ain’t payin’ you to smoke.” The driver takes the cigarette out of Sandy’s hand and thumps it into the rain just starting to fall. A crack of lightning sparkles across the daylight sky.

“He gave her a good smack on that one,” Sandy says as she reaches into the driver’s pocket and pulls out the hotel key. The driver gives her a confused look.

“Ain’t you never heard the expression, ‘the Devil’s beatin’ his wife’?”

“No.” He takes the key from Sandy, unlocks the door, and goes inside. Sandy looks at the half-smoked cigarette smoldering in the gravel of the parking lot, daring the drops of rain to find it. They’re nearly three dollars a pack now. She walks into the rain, picks it up, takes another long pull, and then another as she exhales through her nose. She drops it and crushes it with the heel of her boot. No sense in wasting it.

She looks up at the sky, watching the drops fall around her, on top of her, and opens her mouth to let it drip inside. Rain’s supposed to be sweet, according to the poets, but this rain is just wet.

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issue two — a siren song

Sandy flips on the tiny light over the vanity in the motel room bathroom. She leans into the mirror, searching for runs in her mascara and lipstick. She smiles. The unflattering downlight exposes her misshapen jawline and teeth. The smile fades, but she keeps her lips parted, examining. She always had such a beautiful smile as a child.

Sandy sets her purse in the sink and unzips it again. She pulls out the small .22 pistol, unscrews the cylinder pin, and rolls the cylinder into her palm. Two bullets are spent, leaving her with only three shots if she needs them.

She removes the spent .22s, tosses them in the toilet, pushes the cylinder back into the pistol, replaces the pin, and flushes. She watches as the empty casings spin in the watery tornado and disappear down the drain.

One eye squints as she stares down the iron sights with the other. She pulls back the hammer and watches the unspent round roll toward the barrel. She uncocks the gun and slides it into her boot. Her blouse comes off, and her skirt slips to the floor. She looks at herself again and smiles in her underwear, this time remembering to keep her lips locked together.

Her hand hovers over the doorknob, but something pulls her in a different direction. She glances back at the sink. Both hands dive into her purse, rummaging for something she’d rather leave untouched. She can’t find it.

She dumps the purse’s contents into the sink and finds a small baggie with little white-bluish rocks inside—crystal meth. She pulls out one of the crystals, a pipe, and a lighter, and begins her ritual. When the smoke finally enters her lungs, she smiles. There’s a tingle in the back of her throat. This is going to be a nice one.

She slowly exhales through her nostrils, maximizing the chance to get a direct shot into her bloodstream. The warm, welcomed buzz starts at the back of her head, envelops her skull, and then slowly flows down through her body until it reaches the floor. She’s grounded, ready. She kills the light and opens the door to the hotel room.

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issue three — polaroids

Sandy pushes open the bathroom door and reenters the motel room. The curtains are pulled closed, and it’s clear the storm has worsened. There’s barely any sunlight filtering through the shades, and the lights are off. One of the two motel beds has been stripped. Sheets and covers lie on the floor. The Driver appears to be gone.

She steps further into the room, checking the closet. Nothing.

“We playin’ hide and seek, sweetie?”

Polaroids are scattered across the bare mattress. The warm calm from the meth begins to shift. That little voice of warning starts whispering in her ear. This isn’t good. The buzzy warmth turns into a sting. She feels pressure mounting in her chest as she leans over to look at the photos on the bed.

Broken, beaten, bloody bodies fill each picture. She picks one up. In the photo, a woman’s face stares back at her. One eye is swollen shut; the other, once blue, now has a milky white finish. A few strands of her red hair are matted in the dried blood around her ears. Sandy drops the Polaroid. The other photos show more of the same. Different women, some alive… some not.

A soft sliding noise echoes in the room. Sandy’s eyes dart around, searching the dim light for movement. She backs toward the front door, fumbling along the wall for the light switch. At the same time, she unconsciously tugs at the red wig still on her head, dislodging the pins. It slips from her fingers and falls to the floor, forgotten.

She finds the switch, and light floods the room. She’s alone. She goes to the window and pulls back the curtain. The car is still parked outside. Then she hears the sliding noise again and spins on her heels. Again, nothing.

The gun. She pulls at the zipper on her boot. There’s a metal-on-metal creak as the bathroom door slowly swings closed. Sandy’s fingers find the .22. She looks up just in time to see a blur of flesh charging at her. The white, bloated, naked body of the Driver flashes across the room, swinging a wooden club that connects with her face. Everything goes black.

Sandy’s hands lie palm-up in her lap. The hemp rope around her wrists hasn’t left her skin raw yet because she’s unconscious. Same for her ankles and midsection, all tied to the chair. There’s a bit of dried blood on her forehead from the club’s impact. Otherwise, you might think she was peacefully sleeping.

The Driver sits on the bare mattress behind her, flipping through his photos, waiting for Sandy to wake. Her head rolls from one shoulder to the other. It’s nearly time.

He rolls her head straight back, exposing her neck. Sandy’s head dangles, her mouth open, long, deep breaths escaping as she struggles to regain consciousness. The Driver uses a plastic comb to brush her hair out of her face and begins to reapply the wig. It’s a difficult process with worn leather work gloves, but he’s patient, meticulous. He continues to pin it as he stands over Sandy, looking down at her face, her looking up at his. Her eyelids flutter.

A tickling sensation fills Sandy’s head as the Driver whispers in her ear. “You think that when you look at folks, you see ‘em, but you don’t. Truth is, nobody wants to be seen. We hide in our little lives, in worlds we create so that others never really find out who we are.” He finishes repining the wig and walks to the bathroom.

“The real person lives just under the surface of the skin. Maybe they’re a good person, maybe they’re not. Doesn’t matter.” He returns with a washcloth and wipes the blood from her face.

“All we get is the show they put on. The image they want us to see. The mask they wear. But if you’re lucky, you get to see what’s underneath… underneath all those lies.” He takes off one glove and softly caresses her cheek, skin to skin.

A shock runs through her body as the world reignites in her eyes. She opens her mouth to scream, but a gag quickly covers her attempt.

“Shhh. I’m not finished.” She sees the Driver standing behind her in the mirror over the dresser. He’s nude except for the work gloves and a short wooden bat hanging from his wrist by a leather strap. She bites and pulls at the gag with her teeth.

“Look at me,” he says. She closes her eyes and turns her head. He grabs her skull and forces her face back to the mirror, squeezing.

“LOOK,” he repeats. Sandy’s large brown eyes open, and he loosens his grip. She manages a muffled, “fuck you.”

“This is the raw, the real. There’s no mask here, and now I’m going to do the same for you.” He reaches down to the bed and shuffles through the Polaroids until he finds what he’s looking for.

Sandy hears the click, click, click as the box cutter blade in the Driver’s hand opens. She pulls at her bonds with everything left in her body. She tries to scream but can’t find her voice. The rope won’t give, but the chair’s old. It cracks and creaks as she strains its joints.

“Hold still.” The Driver tries to grab her face, but she squirms away. One of the chair legs begins to crack. He slaps her, and the momentum of the hit sends her to the floor. The chair leg snaps, and one of her legs is free.

The Driver leans over her to pull her back up, and she kicks out, hitting his nose. It snaps under her heel, and blood explodes across his face and eyes. She pulls at her other ankle, slipping it free from the bottom of the chair. She slides her hands down her legs, undoing the knots around her wrists.

Leaning over the sink, the Driver watches his nose drip into the bowl as he examines himself in the mirror. He’s forgotten his prey.

Sandy wiggles free from the bonds around her chest and stomach. She’s on her feet and launches for the door. Daylight floods the room as she rips it open. She’s going to live—and then the world goes black again.

When her body hits the ground in front of room 107, it makes a wet smack as her head finds a puddle in the gravel. The Driver glances around the parking lot as he stands over her, naked. He’s alone.

The storm has passed, and the sun is setting over the prairie. The normally brown and barren landscape turns golden in the low sunshine, and the clouds that once threatened rain now glow pink and purple. It’s an Oklahoma postcard: “Visit Gore, Oklahoma!” emblazoned in bold font over the picture-perfect sunset in contrasting bright colors.

The Driver leans over, grabs Sandy by the feet, drags her inside, and shuts the door.

Tomorrow, we meet our hero, Sheriff Samantha Hart, whose heart is as weathered as the sun-baked soil of the Oklahoma plains, burdened by the weight of too many lost and forgotten souls.

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In 2004 an Oklahoma Bureau of Investigations analyst discovered a crime pattern along the Interstate 40 corridor between Oklahoma and Mississippi. Subsequently, The Federal Bureau of Investigations (F.B.I.) started the Highway Serial Killings Initiative. They discovered over 500 bodies of women along the interstate highway system with more than 200 potential suspects, a trail of bloodshed that coats the heartland. The Devil’s Road is a serialized novel based on this horrific discovery.

After a certain number of hours without sleep, your body tosses off the heavy blanket of rest and flips all the light switches on at the same time. It’s euphoric and clinically proven to cause hallucinations, not that Sheriff Samantha Hart needs to stay up over 36 hours to see her dead sister standing outside of her parked cruiser.

The Sequoyah County Sheriff’s vehicle is parked across the street from the Old 64 Truck Stop. For the past month, this has been Sam’s usual perch, the place where she often encounters visions of her sister, Mary. However, this is the first time she’s appeared outside the car. That’s interesting.

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And now, please enjoy Chapter 5 Issue 1 of … The Devil’s Road.

In 2004 an Oklahoma Bureau of Investigations analyst discovered a crime pattern along the Interstate 40 corridor between Oklahoma and Mississippi. Subsequently, The Federal Bureau of Investigations (F.B.I.) started the Highway Serial Killings Initiative. They discovered over 500 bodies of women along the interstate highway system with more than 200 potential suspects, a trail of bloodshed that coats the heartland. The Devil’s Road is a serialized novel based on this horrific discovery.

Lieutenant Samantha Hart uses every ounce of willpower to pull her foot free from the accelerator, which is currently pressed to the floorboard. The Sequoyah County police cruiser slips through the night along Highway 64, the speedometer needle buried below the last number on the dial. All perfectly legal if she had turned on her siren and lights, but that’s the furthest thing from her mind.

She needs to get back to the site and do one more walkthrough before heading into he office. All she can think about is that bag floating off into the wind. She should have done a better inspection of the contents before moving. A dead body shows up on the side of a road with a poor girl’s face torn off and sewn back on, and the sheriff’s department can’t seem to collect all the evidence. No doubt, had the body shown up at the Fort Smith Country Club, there would have been more attention to detail.

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In 2004 an Oklahoma Bureau of Investigations analyst discovered a crime pattern along the Interstate 40 corridor between Oklahoma and Mississippi. Subsequently, The Federal Bureau of Investigations (F.B.I.) started the Highway Serial Killings Initiative. They discovered over 500 bodies of women along the interstate highway system with more than 200 potential suspects, a trail of bloodshed that coats the heartland. The Devil’s Road is a serialized novel based on this horrific discovery.

Sam’s cruiser is parked in the shadows behind a billboard. In the distance, the parking lot of the Sequoyah County Coroner’s Office is lit up against the night sky. She flips open her phone, painting her face in a green light.

The digital readout shows four missed calls, each with a subsequent voicemail. The calls arrive in rapid succession, each not more than two minutes apart. The last one comes at 2:12 AM. The clock on her dash reads 2:16 AM.

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In 2004 an Oklahoma Bureau of Investigations analyst discovered a crime pattern along the Interstate 40 corridor between Oklahoma and Mississippi. Subsequently, The Federal Bureau of Investigations (F.B.I.) started the Highway Serial Killings Initiative. They discovered over 500 bodies of women along the interstate highway system with more than 200 potential suspects, a trail of bloodshed that coats the heartland. The Devil’s Road is a serialized novel based on this horrific discovery.

There’s a fine line between staying in a motel and living in a motel. Where that line exists for an individual might have a little bit to do with where they came from, or a lot to do with what they now call home. A springy queen bed with new sheets every week is quite the upgrade from growing up on Pine Ridge Reservation, and for Moses, the word “home” hasn’t held any meaning for some time.

A government-issued sedan is the lone car in the dimly lit dirt lot along Route 10. Smoke wafts from the idling engine’s exhaust in the brisk air. The trunk pops open, and the car shifts from side to side as Moses kills the engine, opens his door, and gets out of the driver’s seat.

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In 2004 an Oklahoma Bureau of Investigations analyst discovered a crime pattern along the Interstate 40 corridor between Oklahoma and Mississippi. Subsequently, The Federal Bureau of Investigations (F.B.I.) started the Highway Serial Killings Initiative. They discovered over 500 bodies of women along the interstate highway system with more than 200 potential suspects, a trail of bloodshed that coats the heartland. The Devil’s Road is a serialized novel based on this horrific discovery.

There’s not much use in cleaning up after yourself when all you ever think about is escaping. At least, that’s how Heather always views her current situation. Needless to say, her little trailer reflects this dilemma. However, her girlfriend prefers things on the clean side, and if Heather is going to ask for what she needs from her, the current pungent aroma coming from the kitchen sink needs some attention.

The dark green duffle bag full of drugs sits on top of a purple plastic bin from Walmart that doubles as a coffee table in the tiny living area. The bag has a gravitational pull for Heather. She can’t help checking two or three times a minute to make sure it’s still where she left it. As she scrapes week-old melted cheese off a plate over the sink, her eyes stay fixated on the unzipped bag and the crystals inside. She knows she has to put it away.

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