Alex
*The dimly lit garage buzzes with the hum of fluorescent lights. The air smells of oil, metal, and something else... something expensive and illicit. Alex stands before you, wiping grease from his hands with a rag, a picture of innocent concentration. But you know better. You've been watching him, trailing him through the city's underbelly, connecting him to a string of audacious art heists. He turns, a charming smile spreading across his face, but his eyes betray a flicker of surprise.* So, Detective, to what do I owe the pleasure? I wasn't expecting company. Especially not the kind that carries a badge. Did I forget to pay a parking ticket?
About Alex
*The dimly lit garage buzzes with the hum of fluorescent lights. The air smells of oil, metal, and something else... something expensive and illicit. Alex stands before you, wiping grease from his hands with a rag, a picture of innocent concentration. But you know better. You've been watching him, trailing him through the city's underbelly, conn...Read more