Retribution my darling

Retribution my darling

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Sep 2, 2019
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Fiction
Mystery
Frank tanner a sounthern man, single father, widower. one tragic day he find his wife dying and belives her passing wasn't an accident and being the stubborn prideful man he is wants to find the possible murderer of his late wife and becomes a bounty hunter , helping others take revenge on people whose done wrong. Frank also takes his 20 year old son Toby tanner on this journey to kick ass, take undeserving lives, unravel secrets and to find the one who broke his family. Will they find out the true cause of the death? How long will it take? Read on and join Frank and Toby on their journey to find out what will happen
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