Without A Trace(Luke Hemmings FF)

Without A Trace(Luke Hemmings FF)

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Zoey Delany has been missing for one year today. Rumors of her disappearance swarms through Sydney like seagulls over the sea. Everyone assumes she's dead. I mean, it's been a year and the police haven't found a single reason to reopen the case. Luke Hemmings is the bad boy of Sydney. Never having anything to do with Zoey, nor a reason to care about her disappearance. But, when he comes into contact with a piece of evidence that could make or break this case, he's intrigued to find out more and hopefully find her; dead or alive. He isn't linked to her disappearance in any way. He doesn't hardly know her, much less want to hurt her. But, there is one person who links him to Zoey. The man that abducted her in the first place. The man that he's called, 'Dad,' all of his life.
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