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Sometimes, a certain combination of numbers you encounter in everyday life intrigue you, because they seem too much of a coincidence. In this case the numbers are 8.15. What's 8.15 got to do with anything? 8:15, August 15th, Are these numbers cursed or blessed? It all starts with a long distance call to a public phone near a Navajo reservation in Arizona from Tokyo. A university student gets stabbed to death in his apartment in Tokyo. His close friend goes missing and becomes a suspect. An alcoholic, washed-up detective gets a second chance and starts investigating. He's intrigued with numbers 815 as well. Will he able to connect the dots?
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The dates match. Everything added up. How could I not realize it? The bodies. The charges. The gossip. The rumours. The accuracy. The deaths. Every single body went missing. They were right, I should have listened. I knew something was weird, but not this bad. Church on Sundays, book club on Mondays, Bible study on Wednesdays, their kids' games on Tuesdays and Thursdays, Charity donations on Fridays, and dates on Saturdays. I guess its true what they say. The biggest monsters don't hide in the darkness of your closet. Instead, they smile in your face in broad daylight. The worst demons don't conceal themselves in your shadow. They thrive in the light. The darkest souls own the brightest smiles. A light so captive, you don't even realize they've gotten so close. Don't even realize when you've befriended them and their darkness has touched you. So, Sometimes, to find the ugliest monster, you have to look in the mirror. P.S, the tags should serve as a warning as well. This story is my own, which means I own the characters, plot, etc. However, I did get some inspiration from James Patterson's WOMEN'S MURDER CLUB, just with a slight twist ;)

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