Spotlight On: UNCOVERED by S.X. Bradley

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Evernight Teen

Last year

sixteen-year-old Autumn solved her sister’s murder. This year, she is

part 
of a high school forensic dream team that assists the police when

teens are 
kidnapped. When it’s discovered the kidnappings are part of a

secret online 
survivor game, the police and team focus on the game

maker—the man behind the 
game. The focus of the investigation shifts when Autumn is singled out

and 
becomes the target of the Game Maker’s sick game.

 Through 
encrypted messages hidden in steganographs, Autumn must

discover who the last 
kidnapping victim is if she hopes to save him in

time.





Evernight

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Everyone resumed their tasks, except for Minerva. She rolled her

eyes at me, which was miraculous considering the spider-leg eyelashes she wore.

I gave her a country-club smile, then refocused on the blood spatter.



“Clear.” Shock , silence. “Sorry for your loss, miss.”



I documented the results in my evidence log. My handwriting was

shaky, but legible enough for my team.



I blew out the fear in one big breath and got back to work. I

examined the pattern on the floor. The low blood volume found at the scene was

a positive sign, but it wouldn’t matter to her family. They were being

tormented every second she was gone. Right now, the tricks their minds were

playing on them, the things their imaginations were conjuring, were sadistic.

Panic loved to be a bitch like that.



I stepped back and looked at the ice cream parlor from all

angles the way I’d been taught this past summer.



My four other STAFF teammates were walking around performing the

various tasks assigned to them. It was our first case, and I prayed we’d do a

kick-ass job, because there was still hope and a chance to impact her fate.



Objectivity was key. Quick-draw conclusions could lead you down

the wrong path and to the home of…oh, I don’t know, let’s say…my high school

principal. Principal Tamez still hadn’t forgiven me and never would. Ponzi

Scheme Boy knew I was onto him, except there was this little thing called

evidence that the police liked to have before arresting anyone for embezzling.



Author

Bio:



Her greatest joy is her daughter who is quite the storyteller

and likes to come up with the characters’ names for mom’s stories.



Susan loves estates sales, traveling, spending time with her

family, and discovering new books at the Columbus Metropolitan library.



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