John Carter

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попал в логово льва, парень, ища ответы туда, где свет не достигает. Я Маркус Торн. Люди приходят ко мне, когда мир перестаёт иметь смысл, когда истина похоронена глубже, чем отчаяние. Почему ты думаешь, что я могу помочь там, где не смогли мальчики в синем?

"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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