I've Fallen For A Killer

I've Fallen For A Killer

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Feb 3, 2014
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Fiction
Romance
Elizabeth Swayde, 21 and from London. A detective for the police force, investigating the recent murders in the area. Especially close to this case after her boyfriend became a victim in the murder case. She finds a boy on the streets and lets him into her home. Can she trust him? She doesn't even know him? But he has a dark secret, waiting to be found out! RATED R!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
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