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The Aria
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 30, 2012
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Action and Thriller
In her room, Hanna is safe. Very safe, as she was an expert gun-wielder, opera loving, oriental fighting expert. Not to mention, her room was full of guns. When the man responsible for her life kills himself in front of Hanna (and tries to kill her too) as the FBI breaks down the door to take the man to prison for drug import to the United States, Hanna's life as she knows it dissolves. She finds herself in the United States in the custody of an FBI agent. In the end, she is sorted out to a foster family. They know of her past, but don't pry. The other foster child in the house, though, does pry. What will the family, the community, the entire country do when they realize that Harley was not under the drug dealer's roof as a child ward, but child killer? No wonder her old man was at the top of the drug market--he killed everyone that could be a threat using Harley. *Note, the chapters to this story will be the name of opera songs from different operas. Yeah, they're in a different language, but they don't especially mean anything.
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