Coffins Over Coffee
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Blaze Arrows and Nicholas Favian, better known as BlaNic have a knack for crime solving and the whole town knows it. They interfere with police investigations, stalk people and even stealthily break into houses of residents (without their knowledge) to prevail the truth. The local police despise them but in a way, BlaNic makes their job much easier. As crime rates begin to drop in Levdon, BlaNic rose to fame. The residents love them and they slept peacefully. At least, they thought they could.
Things take a wild turn when Blaze and Nic witness a suspicious deal between two men in black long coats and one of the town's most affluent respected man while attending a symposium. Blaze's curiosity would not let her shut up about it but Nic changes the topic every time she brings it up. As days pass, Nic begins to distance himself and Blaze starts to run out of patience. What is he hiding from her? What will happen if Blaze finds out?
Now, one of them is dead and the other is walking into a deep, deep, deep mayhem.
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