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La Melodía de la Muerte (Book of Murder 1)

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INTRODUCCION

"Verde verde me crié,
rubio me cortaron,
negro negro al moler,
blanco me amasaron"
Esa fue la primera melodía que me atormentó, y que luego de ver varios cuerpos, me obsesionó. Hay alguien, alguien realmente retorcido y enfermo que se firma como "Melodia" cada vez que deja atrás a una victima brutalmente asesinada..... ¿Quién es? Sea quién sea, es muy inteligente, no deja muchas pistas más que las que quiere que sean encontradas. Melodía es mi nuevo objetivo.

-Señor Johnson...
-Uh... si?- mi compañero me sacó de mis pensamientos
-Volvió a atacar...
Fruncí mis labios como te costumbre y me levanté de mi silla para ir a ver un punto marcado en rojo en el mapa de la ciudad.
-Vamos- ordené seriamente y recogí mi campera del respaldar de la silla para dirigirnos al auto.
 
ADVERTENCIA: contenido violento que puede dañar la sensibilidad del lector, leer bajo propia voluntad. (no digan que no les advertí)All Rights Reserved

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