Just Dance...Or Not

Just Dance...Or Not

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Serial killers always have one thing in common-besides the fact that they're all psychopaths of course- a modus operandi. Or at least most of them do. Officers Wade and Connor are not the only ones who have noticed that graduates of Blixseth Academy are dying. All around the world. It didn't matter if they were in Africa or America, they died. Sometimes with only minutes between deaths. The officers would love nothing more than to find the King of Hell. Afterall, all they needed to do was figure out his MO and figure out his order of attacking the dancers. One discovery leads to another till they're not even sure if they're dealing with just one killer or numerous killers. It's not until later that they realize that they might really need the help of ballet dancer Sofia Matthews to find the King of Hell.
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