Tom Henry: Confession of a Killer
In 1984, the author was a convicted (yet innocent) felon thrust into a maximum-security prison. As he looked for a friend in that strange, dark world, he noticed Henry, an outgoing, likeable guy who was guilty of a horrific crime. The two of them became friends and decided to collaborate on this book, a true story of love, murder, escape, life-on-the-lam, salvation, recapture, and redemption. More
"What a good story … one of the best I’ve seen in my fifty years as an editor. Tom Henry feels so authentic. The incidents and anecdotes show us how this often reckless, at times feckless, always generous-hearted guy could have committed these murders."
-Renni Browne, founder: The Editorial Department, coauthor: Self-Editing for Fiction Writers
Tom Henry:Confession of a Killer
In 1983 the author, a Christian Businessman, arrived home from a sales trip to discover that his wife and three children had been brutally murdered. A year later he was convicted and sent to prison. He was innocent.
In prison he met Henry Hillenbrand, known as the card man because he sold homemade greeting cards. Henry told David an incredible story. In 1970, after murdering the woman he loved and the man he found her in bed with, he had executed a daring escape from jail by cutting through his cellblock’s iron cage and the bars of a window and rappelling from the third floor with a rope he braided from a sheet.
During 13 fugitive years in Missouri, he had remarried and fathered two boys, defended himself in court, attempted suicide, converted to Christianity, and been recaptured by the FBI.
In this book, the two imprisoned convicts endure riots, shakedowns, and gang extortion attempts while the formerly godless murderer—now a believer—dictates his story to the formerly Christian family man—now a skeptic.
One is trying to get his story out; the other is trying to get himself out.
Throughout, the goodwill and humor of both men emerges. Early on, when David wants to write this book, Henry advises him: “Be careful what you wish for, Hendricks. When I was a child, I wanted bunk beds.”