09/15/2026
At a Midwest truck stop, Keith Jesperson sits behind the wheel of his semi, writing a letter to the local police. He confesses to a murder, detailing where and how, then signs it with a smiley face. Somewhere else, a couple is locked away for the crime he admits to. They don't know freedom lies in his confession.
He shifts the truck into gear. The engine's roar swallows the night. Mile markers blur as he crosses state lines, leaving more than just tire tracks. Behind him, questions arise: How many more letters will surface? How does innocence taste while tangled in guilt?
Jesperson's unmarked grave of a victim tells a different story, one of identity lost, forgotten. Is it arrogance that drives a man to brag about his crimes while others pay the price? Or is it something darker that fuels the Happy Face Killer's taunts? Would Jesperson stop driving and face the past he’s tried to bury?
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