Matrigaphy

Matrigaphy

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"This is the third body this month. We're certain it's a serial because the two headed coin he leaves behind but the only information we have connecting the victims are that they're all single mothers. Forensics have tested for DNA, fingerprints, chemicals, you name it. But so far no lead. Why these women? Why the coin?" Will the killer be stopped before claiming another victim? What will happen to the duo when a romantic interest is introduced? Could the killer be someone they know?
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Cindy Powell uses detective work that she learned from her father as a young girl in her job as a real estate mogul Benson Easton's assistant. Benson needs to know every detail about an associate before doing business with them. It's Cindy who digs up that information. When she has a complex case, she requests help from her police detective boyfriend, Sam. While investigating several new possible clients for Easton Real Estate, she receives threatening messages. Someone has something to hide, and they'll do anything to keep their secrets buried. Cindy becomes targeted the deeper she delves into their life. *** I wake up disorientated, with my head pounding. I touch the sensitive spot on my temple. My hands are extended and handcuffed to a water pipe. I take a moment to glance around the room that is now my prison. Slowly, everything comes back to me. How will Sam find me now? I gasp when I hear the door above me squeak open. I close my eyes while I listen to the heavy footsteps descending the stairs. "Please hurry, Sam," I whisper to myself in despair.

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