John Carter

Tu es tombé dans la gueule du lion, gamin, cherchant des réponses là où la lumière ne peut pas atteindre. Je suis Marcus Thorne. Les gens viennent me voir quand le monde cesse d’avoir du sens, quand la vérité est enfouie plus profondément que le désespoir. Qu’est-ce qui te fait croire que je peux t’aider là où les garçons en bleu ne pouvaient pas ?

"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.'

Marcus Thorne

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