Find Me

Find Me

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Romantic Suspense. Carla Nicole Danvers is a young artist, whom wants to make it big and be like the big guns in the artist field. She prepares her paintings for exhibition but does not meet it that way the next day. She sees one of the picture with 'Find me' written on it. The cop assigned to help find the anonymous is her ex,whom she left - broken. Now,guilt meets with fear,the killer/art theif is then killed - after being caught and that - that isn't even least expected,that was just the beginning.
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