Chicago, 1982. Seven people swallowed Tylenol capsules meant to heal, then they died within minutes. America changed overnight, then the killer vanished into darkness, and that darkness lived in my home.<br />I was eleven, and my father was The Tylenol Killer that terrorized a nation.<br />He created chaos, and confessed with his last breath. I uncovered the truth, and the rot behind his badge. He built lies, and I built a case. I tore the mask from the madness and discovered that each clue led deeper into a labyrinth of deceit.<br />I stripped his name from mine, and I stripped his power too. He found me, and threatened my life, but I did not run. Instead, I shined a light into his darkness.<br />From the son who would not stay silent, <b>THE TYLENOL MURDERS: A Father’s Confession to His Son</b> reveals a confession buried under four decades of fear, complicity, and blue-walled denial. The truth is not a eulogy. It is an indictment. And it bears my name.<i><b> THE TYLENOL MURDERS: A Father's Confession to His Son—Joseph Cibelli</b></i>