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namon Coleman, the runway model whose face had

designer heel, a crumpled piece of

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a city-wide APB on Damion Hatfield. Flag his

rated in his pocke

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ficers. "Hold the scene. I

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t floor and moved up

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d condensation still

room was a massive, s

completely naked. The surface of the water w

slucent white. His eyes were open

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d mirror above the sink, someone had

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d. The suspects had all become victims. The circl

uffocating frustratio

tiled wall. The skin on his knuckles split open,

cinct group chat was exploding. The media had

bathroom, down the stair

from his pocket, and lit it with shaking hands. He

into the driveway, stopping

window ro

Parris stared out at him, a smug,

ng, Potts?"