Brown and de Luca 7
 

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Hey, I’m Rachel de Luca, bona fide self-help guru with a potty mouth and an attitude.

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So, I’m going along in my blissful life, waiting for my guy to get off his ass and pop the question and trying to put my next self-help book to bed, when I’m interrupted by a mental intruder. I’m suddenly doing a ride-along inside some stranger’s head, while the attached set of hands strangle a guy in the back seat of a car. 

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It felt like I was killing the guy. But I didn’t, because I woke up cussing (not unusual) in my own bed beside my sexy cop and my blind bulldog. Said sexy cop then gets a text about a body, and I know it’s the man I just sort of murdered.

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Turns out Mister Picture-Wire Necktie isn’t the only victim. One of the others was punched in the face by our 19 year-old sort-of-kid in front of 20 witnesses right before he vanished. Jeremy is brought in for questioning by Mason’s own co-cops.

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The only other suspects are a woman who beams sweetness and light like a freakin’ earthbound angel, and an old horror star who’s supposed to be dead. And if those two are murderers, I’m Miz Manners. 

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Mason wants them to be guilty because it would clear Jeremy. He thinks I’m keeping things from him, which I am. He thinks I’m not putting Jeremy first, which I absolutely am. This whole thing is getting between us. So I’ve gotta solve it, fast.  

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Even if it means going face-to-face with a serial killer.

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But the vigilante is more broken than I bargained for, and is determined to silence me. Permanently.