The Red Lake Murders
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Last published Mon, Sep 17, 2018
48. That's the amount of people who had been murdered in the course of exactly four years in the small town of Red Lake. That's one person per month. A calculated series of deaths by a precise and accurate serial killer. So far, the police have no leads, and no breaks. The town lives in fear. Well, most of the town lives in fear. The high schoolers of RL high didn't. Not until one of their own is murdered. Now the school is in an uproar. A team of students have started riling everyone up, getting people to start looking for the killer. But it's no use. Now the killer is killing 10 a month, as if they're scared of being caught. How much longer until everyone is dead? And how much longer until the killer gets caught?
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