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Taking Matt Whitteker Down
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Complete, First published Dec 22, 2018
Ever wonder what will happen when a nuclear meets a hurricane? 
A big woosh of destruction one would think. 

But what would you think when you meet Katrina Wolfe AKA your goregeous/less destructive mock of a hurricane as she narrates her association with the (alleged) murderer Nick Hammond to the police. Revealing death threats, money bags, drug lords and not to mention a bit of spice here and there.. 

So really, what did happen when a Nuke met a hurricane?



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"A fast paced, short story where I explain nothing and you figure things out on your own. " 


"Be warned!! It could be tricky. And you might get attached. "
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Completed on: Friday, 7th of August. 
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