In 1973, two unlikely strangers meet up by chance amid a thrilling mass murder spree that is lead by an infamous cult.
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| MILESTONES |
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#518 in Mystery/Thriller (Jan/07/18)
# 444 in Feat...
|When I look back onto my past, I regret nothing and everything concurrently.|
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Frank sighs and puts the pen down on his desk. He quickly removes his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"I brought you a coffee, hun," Donna says as she places the mug in front of Frank's report.
"You're the best damn secretary anyone could ask for, darlin'," Frank pulls Donna down on his lap, and she giggles as he presses wet kisses along her jaw line. She pushes herself off of him, leaving him pouting at her.
"You need to get back to work, detective. We've got to catch ourselves a killer."
"I'm startin' to think you might be right, honey..."
Donna tilts her head. "About what?"
"We might not be chasing one guy, here," Frank replies as he vaguely gestures to the reports on his desk.
Donna pauses, and leans on Frank's desk with her arms outstretched behind her, "so, what are you thinkin'?"
"I think we're chasing a group of people," he leans over and grabs old reports, "some couples are being killed at the same time in different places, and they're all within the state of Florida," Frank grabs a few photos and hands them to Donna, "and all the men in the murdered couples have this tattoo on their chest," he drags his index finger along his collarbone.
"Do you think we have ourselves a cult?" Donna places the photos down.
"It's a possibility," Frank looks up at Donna with tired eyes.
Donna scans the photos, and squints at them while tapping her chin. Frank's expression is vacant as he fails to figure out her thoughts.
"What is it?"
"I don't think this is just any cult," she looks up into Frank's eyes, "they're just like The Family."
Frank's face stays empty as he tilts his head at her. "What makes you say that?"
"Look," Donna turns a few of the photos over to face him, and she points at the documents, "these men all had the same tattoo, right?" she lowers her finger to the children's files, "and their children were kidnapped. I'm just goin' on a hunch here, but I think these couples sold their children out to a cult."
