Westbrook, New Jersey. 03:47 a.m.
The rain hit the white fences like whispers of guilt.
Behind the trimmed hedges and the lifeless lawn of 1185 River Hollow Lane, the silence was too perfect — the kind of silence that smells like blood.
The house was still. No lights. No sound. Just the faint ticking of a vintage clock over a fireplace, and the soft hum of the ceiling fan circling above two bodies.
Edward and Marianne Sullivan. Married for eleven years. Respected. Rich. Beautiful.
Now dead.
Edward's body lay slumped over the velvet couch, his chest punctured by something sharp — something deliberate. His shirt soaked in red, mouth open, like he had tried to scream but found no breath.
If you want know more, read the book.
Número de páginas | 378 |
Edição | 2 (2025) |
Formato | A4 (210x297) |
Acabamento | Brochura s/ orelha |
Coloração | Preto e branco |
Tipo de papel | Polen |
Idioma | Português |
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