It All Started With A Text
- LETTURE 42
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- Parti 5
Cindy Jessica Winchester is a detective inspector but what if she gets caught up into a bigger mess than the case she is trying solving now?
It all started with a text message as she meets 5 strangers Jace Harrison, Caleb Graves, Jesy Hart, Karina Montez,and Marcus Parker. And it all goes around with one missing person. Hannah Benson. A 21 year old lady who had been missing.
But what if there was more?
What if she tries to help out then later on realizes something was off?
Should she trust these strangers?
How did Hannah vanish?
Why was her phone number sent to Jace Harrison?
How could she possibly be involved?
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