24 HOURS AFTER HALLOWEEN

24 HOURS AFTER HALLOWEEN

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The fictional story is written by Arnee Akpan. It revolves around the twenty four hours of Jason Thomas after his eighteenth birthday and Halloween Party. He wakes up at midnight to find a dead Miss Janet McGowan on his bed with her blood stains in his hands. The last memory he has is starting to get intimate with her before her death that night - hunted by the local police, Jason is accused of the murder. The story features murder, horror, mystery and crime.
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Cindy Powell uses detective work that she learned from her father as a young girl in her job as a real estate mogul Benson Easton's assistant. Benson needs to know every detail about an associate before doing business with them. It's Cindy who digs up that information. When she has a complex case, she requests help from her police detective boyfriend, Sam. While investigating several new possible clients for Easton Real Estate, she receives threatening messages. Someone has something to hide, and they'll do anything to keep their secrets buried. Cindy becomes targeted the deeper she delves into their life. *** I wake up disorientated, with my head pounding. I touch the sensitive spot on my temple. My hands are extended and handcuffed to a water pipe. I take a moment to glance around the room that is now my prison. Slowly, everything comes back to me. How will Sam find me now? I gasp when I hear the door above me squeak open. I close my eyes while I listen to the heavy footsteps descending the stairs. "Please hurry, Sam," I whisper to myself in despair.

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