غلاف قصة Locker No. 592 بقلم papercut_tigers
Locker No. 592
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    صوت 11
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    فصول 7
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    الوقت 46m
  • WpView
    مقروء 155
  • WpVote
    صوت 11
  • WpPart
    فصول 7
  • WpHistory
    الوقت 46m
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Katie Monaghan was the most well known girl in the city of Seattle.

Intelligent, wealthy and flawless, Katie was pretty much every boy's dream girl and every girl's ideal model. So it surprises the city when the murdered body discovered was none other than Katie Monaghan.

Katie's permanent absence has not only made a huge impact on her family but on also the people that befriended and admired Katie. Ryder Maddox, Katie's locker neighbor and first friend, was devastated by Katie's death.

But when Katie's true friend and locker mate, receives a text message linking to Katie's death, will it give Ryder the proof he needs to find out who really did kill Katie?
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