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The Dark Streets

The Dark Streets

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Jun 1, 20193h 6m
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Fiction
Mystery
On a cold rainy day Jack Darring, a rookie beat cop finds his dad, Rick Darring a homicide detective dead in an alleyway, hacked up by an axe. Now it's up to him to unravel the mystery of who killed his father, but at the same time he has to fight his inner demons. Can he find the killer before he goes completely insane?
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