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Clueless Shadows
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Ongoing, First published Jul 29, 2015
Anastasia Flynn is the prime suspect of killing her fiancé, Brian Cavanaugh. But due to lack of evidence, the Bureau can't keep her for more than forty-eight hours, so the Bureau does something that will definitely keep her in prison until proven guilty: they dig up her past. 

     Agent Spencer O' Laughlin, the newly recruited agent for the FBI, believes that Anastasia is innocent. Despite knowing the risks, he tries to find out who the real killer is. 

     But what everyone didn't know, the killer was just right under their noses.





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