"My husband, Steve, and I have always had a great relationship, married, for the last five years. He's a private investigator, and I have my artwork. Much of his work involved using a special laptop, one that was rugged and lockable, in his home office and I had my art studio where I could lose myself in painting and creativity. Life was wonderful, until the day I read a completely chilling and startling "Hit List" on his computer screen. Confusion ran supreme in my brain and then it hit me. My name was at the top of that list! Wait! What? No! Never! Yet I read "Kim Daily" plain as day. What would you do if you found out you were the next target on your husband's hit list? Steve intentionally left his laptop open for me to read. He simply can't be an assassin! I would know. Or would I? No! That's impossible! Steve has been the kindest husband for five years and he was a crack ass private investigator; not an assassin. Yet why was my name at the top of his hit list? Why did he even have a hit list? My mind reeling in shock, I had to do something to stay alive! Think, Kim, think! Get your best game on right now as time is running out!"

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