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Two dead teens. A case gone cold. A twisted tangle of clues and dead ends.One Dark Night... Geeze, was that ever a doozy of a case? See? It was April first, 1998 when the bodies of two teenagers, a young fella and his girlfriend, both high school seniors, were found among the trees on a lonely road just inside the city limits. The bodies had been stripped and left for the wild animals to... well, you get the idea.The cops had a good idea who the killer was, but they never could prove it, so the case went cold... until April first, 2012 when local DA, Larry Spruce, asked me to take a look at it.Right from the get-go, I knew it was going to be a bad one, and it was. My name is Harry Starke. I'm a private investigator. You want to know how bad it was? Read on.
A brutal murder. A condemned assassin with days left to live.No one could figure out exactly why Sandra McDowell had to die.What was her connection to The Raven, an aging hitman twenty years on death row with only days left to live?The clue are plentiful, but all are dead ends.The Raven is a mind-bending mystery thriller, a twister of a tale that will keep you up reading long into the night. You can't read just one!Join Harry Starke as he tries to unravel the nightmare world of… The Raven.
The shadow crossed in front of the car so fast I didn't have time to stop. I hit the brakes hard and swerved into the mud at the side of the road.Looking out through the deluge it was difficult to make out the figure coming towards the driver's window, but as it came closer I could see it was a girl, just a kid.Instinctively, my hand went for my gun and rested on the grip as she approached. Her hair, dark, bobbed, was plastered to her head and face. The raccoon eye shadow smeared above her eyes had run in rivulets down her cheeks. And she looked scared, really scared, that much was obvious.What the hell is she doing out here alone in this kind of weather? I thought as I rolled the window down a half-inch."Get in the back," I yelled at her, and flipped the lock so she could open the door.
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