The 16th Hour (NaNoWriMo)
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"She fumbled at the door latch with shaky hands, finally getting it open, when all of a sudden something large and heavy fell towards her. She felt rubbery, cool limbs encase her in a clammy embrace as the head of the unmoving body thumped against the wall behind her.
She screamed."
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What do you get when you place a retired PI, a flight marshal, a couple of tourists, an addict, and a doctor on a plane headed from Dallas to Hong Kong?
Why, you get a murder of course.
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