Death by Design

Death by Design

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When dolls, or rather, dead bodies altered to look like life-size dolls begin showing up around the city, Faye Jones accepts the case. She thought this all would be over in a week or less, but oh, how wrong she would turn out to be. It isn't too hard to catch a murderer normally, but what if this one really knows what they're doing? With every piece of evidence and every clue, comes a new revelation. But what will she do when every piece of evidence can somehow be traced back to those the closest to her? Faye is known for being smart, witty and excellent at her job, but will it be enough in the end? Will she get out of the hell she's in with her life intact, or will she lose her sanity and her life in the process? Only time can tell.
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"That day at the park had been strange. I sat their alone with the sense of someone watching me swing on the swingset. My house was right down the street and my parents gave me a small cellphone to call them in case I ever needed. My neighborhood wasnt safe, lots of kids were stolen from this very park and some even killed while being held captive. Police never found the killer and legend has it the ghost of kids killed from this park will follow you home and kill you, making you suffer worse than they themselves did. They believed that If they couldnt be alive, no other kid should be too. Why I decided to go here alone? Reason unknown... Typical Me. Murders and any suspected kidnappings hadnt happened in years but who knew when they were bound to happen again? That was why I was running home. Alone, scared, and soaked in rain water. Even better my parents had left to a nearby market with a note on the door saying they'd be back soon." -JadaWesley copywright 2015

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