Fink​

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Killer clowns from…
Does it really matter where they’re from? They’re clowns who murder people!

Sydney stormed into her boss’s office with a plan: resign. Taking part in his demise was a bonus. The blood, fresh on her hands, sparked a new obsession: a dangerously mysterious lover in face paint named Fink.

Fink was in a rut and going through the motions until Sydney crashed his hit. Now the contract killer craved more than adrenaline rushes. He hungered for the delectable siren in the red wig and clown makeup.

Being together is a liability.
Separating is unthinkable.
Murder is their foreplay.

How long can they keep playing this game?