When Drake Davenport woke up this morning. He had no idea that he would wake up to the worst day of his life so far. Hiding from the authorities and the public. For a murder he knows nothing about. Last time he saw his wife, she was very much alive and well. Getting ready for work. Next thing he knew a dead body was on the floor. All he knows is that the clothes he had stripped before his shower. Were covered in blood and the knife was laying by the dressing room door. From where he stood he couldn't tell the identity of the victim. There was no way he was sticking around to find out either. Escaping from the cops he was determined to find out who the man named Frank was that was standing in his living room. He refused to be framed for something he knew nothing about. Cold hungry and disoriented from the cold and loss of nutrition. His life as he knew it was being reflected on. Maybe he'd find a clue or something within those memories. Of who would want to do this to him. It didn't feel to him to be a random act. Although it very well could be. He'd seen and heard the man named Frank in his living room. He was going to find this man if it was the last thing that he did.
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