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    The Final Plunge: The Final Witch, #1
    The Final Plunge: The Final Witch, #1
    The Final Plunge: The Final Witch, #1
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    The Final Plunge: The Final Witch, #1

    By Naomi Muse

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    Crime and magic aren't always black and white.
    Detective Linda Cassidy moved to Michigan to get away from the supernatural side and stick to solving crimes. But, when she's called to investigate a murder in a creepy gated community, she realizes she might have to do some paranormal police work.
    In a strange neighborhood with no witnesses, solving the plumber's murder is going to take all she's got. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNaomi Muse
    Release dateOct 15, 2017
    ISBN9781386687047
    The Final Plunge: The Final Witch, #1
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    Naomi Muse

    Hello Musers, I’m Naomi Muse. I see the world through magically tinted glasses. You may know them as shades, I just like to look fancy. I seek magic in everyday situations, which is why I write urban fantasy and science fiction. I believe people can overcome anything, including monsters and aliens. When I need guidance, I turn to spirituality and tarot. Sometimes, tarot even prompts a story. Join me on this wild ride through my imagination. If you want to get in contact with me (I’m friendly I promise) you can find me in the following places: My Website: http://www.catchamuse.com Twitter: http://twitter.com/catchamuse Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/catchamuse Facebook: http://facebook.com/catchamuse Instagram: http://instagram.com/catchnaomi I hope to hear from you soon! Naomi

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      The Final Plunge - Naomi Muse

      The Final Plunge

      Final Witch Book 1

      Naomi Muse

      Table of Contents

      The Final Plunge

      Up Next: The Final Show

      Author - Naomi Muse

      Legal Stuff

      Copyright © 2017 Naomi Muse, All Rights Reserved.

      Reproduction of any kind is strictly prohibited unless written permission granted by the editor of the anthology and the individual author.

      Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

      Dedication

      For all the wild women who get the job done.

      The house was deathly quiet. Appropriately so. It was a crime scene, after all. As I walked down the hall, I could hear my footsteps clattering on the tile floor. Uniformed officers in the hallway nodded solemnly towards the kitchen. That is where we would find the body. I wasn’t sure what we would find, but I knew it would be bad. The brass always sent me to the weird ones.

      The kitchen had a modern vibe, with its dark cabinets and light floors. All the appliances were stainless steel. Before I came around the kitchen island, it looked pristine. Then, I saw the sink.

      The plumber was jammed under the sink with blood pooling out on the sides. Working hard until the end.

      Looks like someone sprung a leak, I said. What’ve we got boys?

      Steve rolled his eyes at me and replied, Frank Ivy. Local plumber. Pretty well known. Murdered with his own wrench. Not sure how someone could climb in there and bludgeon him. He was beaten pretty much to death.

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