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Twelve

Author: Morgan Dawson
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Owen moves over to bed to pick up the card. It represents something ominous. How did this card get here? Why was it placed here? For someone to have left this card for him they would have had to break into his room.

Was it the killer? Owen figured that it had to be. As he set in an interrogation room getting drilled with question after question, he had spent the time thinking. It had helped him come up with an idea of what had happened.

Owen figures that the killer somehow managed to get the keys from his kitchen a few days ago, somehow. He or she used them to steal his tools from his workshop. He already made the connection in his

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    Owen could only stare at Liv, as she lay there in the bed with her beautiful teal eyes looking up at him, watching his every move. He stares back at her, almost not brave enough to believe that this is actually real, in case it his just his mind playing tricks on him. “Owen?” She is blinking at him, with tears on her lashes and he can not stand it. He rushes over to her and leans over her head, brushing the small beads from her eyes. “You are okay, baby!”

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