Folder I: Solving The Unsolved

Folder I: Solving The Unsolved

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Mystery
The 2 Student Detectives That Know Nothing about Love // C8D3 Love for FORMER friends, love for family, and love for each other. Will they experience that strong feeling? Or will they deny the love and play strangers? Join force with Jovi Anne and Ezekiel as they investigate and solve mysteries inside and outside the campus. Join them as they point the man behind the mask, and join them as they find out who JS really is. For the final join : Join them as they hold their hands together. " Am I a puzzle for you to solve? Or a possession you want to keep and treasure? " Started : December 29, 2019 Author : deliveredlies
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Cindy Powell uses detective work that she learned from her father as a young girl in her job as a real estate mogul Benson Easton's assistant. Benson needs to know every detail about an associate before doing business with them. It's Cindy who digs up that information. When she has a complex case, she requests help from her police detective boyfriend, Sam. While investigating several new possible clients for Easton Real Estate, she receives threatening messages. Someone has something to hide, and they'll do anything to keep their secrets buried. Cindy becomes targeted the deeper she delves into their life. *** I wake up disorientated, with my head pounding. I touch the sensitive spot on my temple. My hands are extended and handcuffed to a water pipe. I take a moment to glance around the room that is now my prison. Slowly, everything comes back to me. How will Sam find me now? I gasp when I hear the door above me squeak open. I close my eyes while I listen to the heavy footsteps descending the stairs. "Please hurry, Sam," I whisper to myself in despair.

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