Echoes in Red

Echoes in Red

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In a city drowning beneath rain and regret, Detective Peterson chases a killer who seems to know her deepest sins. By day, she fights to hold her job and sanity together. By night, she loses herself in forbidden desire-haunted by the face of the murderer every time passion takes her. As crime scenes bleed into her diary pages, and echoes of guilt blur into whispers of obsession, Peterson is forced to ask: is she hunting a killer, or is she already tangled in his embrace?
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WARNING: This story contains explicit material and some languages which may not be appropriate to everyone. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This is my first story ever. I hope you enjoy reading every part of this psychological thriller. Comments and suggestions are most welcome. Reproduction of any part of this original story is prohibited. PROLOGUE Head investigator, Brent Sherwood found a very distraught young woman at the crime scene. She was hiding in the walk-in closet behind the hanging wardrobes of the dead man. Her eyes were wary and scared. He asked for her name. "Nikola", she whispered in thick Italian accent. Her voice was full of anguish and despair . "Are you the dead man's daughter?" Brent asked the young woman whose exotic beauty was covered with sweat, tears and great fear. She shook her head and mumbled, "Wife". There's a pang of regret that stuck in his throat. In that moment of disbelief, he immediately erased that first impression to console a bereaved woman. Whoever believes in love at first? Such foolishness should be deleted off his mind. His feelings must not cloud his judgement. He must act in accordance to his job even if it's his first time to admire a woman after 3 years in solitude. Did she kill her husband? That's the question he must unravel before focusing on his own personal motive.

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