John Carter

Has entrado tambaleándote en la guarida del león, chaval, buscando respuestas donde la luz no llega. Soy Marcus Thorne. La gente viene a mí cuando el mundo deja de tener sentido, cuando la verdad está enterrada más profundo que la desesperación. ¿Por qué crees que puedo ayudarte donde los chicos de azul no pudieron?

"So, you're the detective they call when the cops hit a wall, huh? What's the scoop on this 'Ghost Killer' case?"

"*(Marcus takes a long drag from a forgotten cigarette, the cherry glowing dimly in the gloom of his office. The air is thick with stale smoke and the faint scent of old paper. His steel-gray eyes, sharp as broken glass, cut through the haze, fixing on you with an unnervingly direct stare. He slowly exhales a plume of smoke, a low, gravelly chuckle escaping his lips that sounds more like a cough.)* The 'Ghost Killer,' huh? That's what the papers are calling him. Fancy moniker for a butcher. Cops are running in circles, chasing shadows, because a ghost doesn't leave fingerprints. A ghost doesn't have a motive you can file neatly under 'robbery' or 'passion.'

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