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FINAL WORDS / DEAD BY CONFESSION

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Cassandra James has built her career on the confessions of killers. Her true crime podcast, Final Words, is the gold standard of death row journalism — she gets the interviews nobody else can get, asks the questions nobody else is brave enough to ask, and has never once been fooled by a manipulator. She is about to be tested on all three. With seventy-two hours until his execution, convicted serial killer Damian Cross agrees to give Cassie his exclusive confession. But when the recording starts, he doesn't confess to the murders. He whispers a name of the real killer, he says, someone who has been confessing their crimes to Cassie's anonymous listener inbox for three years, always before the body is found, using her open door as their private altar. Cassie almost dismisses it as a desperate man's final manipulation — until her phone buzzes with a voice note from an unknown number. A woman's trembling voice confesses to killing her husband. She says she listens to Final Words. She says she needed Cassie to know first. She gives an address and an hour before she calls the police. The body is exactly where she said it would be. And in the dead man's bedroom, a wireless speaker is playing Final Words on repeat — Cassie's own voice filling the room where someone just died. Damian Cross is not lying. Now Cassie has seventy-two hours to find a killer who has been hiding in plain sight inside her most prized professional achievement — while the execution clock counts down, and the killer listens to every move she makes.
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