The Dark Murders
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Bad things happen for a reason. Nothing is better when you accidentally "witness". Times two that... Witness two... Two bloody murders. Well... I'm in grave danger.
Welcome to my world.
I maybe a bit weird, but whatever that's the gothic in me. I didn't care about a lot of stuff, the college I hated, the quarterback football star that's literally trying to get in my pants. No offense. But yet I did care, I needed good grades. Something to get me away from New York
It wasn't til I witnessed something terrible. Right place but wrong time. They saw me. They're after me now for what I saw.
Do I get the Police involved ? What's next ?!
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Hayden Alexander St. Clare. Manhattan's most finest FBI Agent. For months he's been trying to catch serial killers, and his most case hasn't been closed. Until now. His lead suspect informs him that they're out to kill. Again. St. Clare wants them behind bars, or even dead. Until.... There's a murder.
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