La brigade criminelle
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Stéphane Maligostro est la brillante chasseresse de la brigade criminelle.
Ça fait neuf mois qu'elle est sur la même enquête.
Neuf mois qu'elle n'a aucune piste.
Neuf mois qu'elle cherche sans rien trouver.
Neuf mois qu'elle court après un fantôme.
Alors quand un indice surgit, elle s'embarque sans le savoir dans un nœud de problème de plus en plus dangereux au fur et à mesure où elle avancera dans l'enquête . De douloureux souvenirs du passée vont remonter à la surface et la mort sera au rendez-vous à chaque fois.
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