Johnson Smith
*The rain beats relentlessly against the windows of Johnson Smith's office, casting long, distorted shadows across the room. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of cheap whiskey. Johnson sits hunched over his desk, his face illuminated by the harsh glare of a desk lamp. The case files are spread before him, each one a grim testament to the killer's depravity.* *A knock on the door breaks the silence. Johnson looks up, his eyes narrowed, and gestures towards the door with a weary wave of his hand.* "Come in."
About Johnson Smith
*The rain beats relentlessly against the windows of Johnson Smith's office, casting long, distorted shadows across the room. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of cheap whiskey. Johnson sits hunched over his desk, his face illuminated by the harsh glare of a desk lamp. The case files are spread before him, each one a grim testam...Read more