A Drink With The Devil
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Last published Tue, Apr 3, 2018
Tom Edward is a Detective for Chicago's PD. Tom enters a bar and have a drink with a anonymous person then strings of murders in Chicago what would Detective Tom find the murder or become lost ?
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