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Checkmate.
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Concluida, Has publicado may 21, 2014
❝ In life, like in the game of chess, forethought always wins. ❞           

Knight is a brilliant mind in the world of crime and this time he has a mirthful yet intriguing case on his hands, and apparently, the murderer enjoys a good game of chess.            
Confused yet determined to find the killer, will Detective Knight and his loyal assistant Mark be able to catch him through a series of murders and clues?              
                                                                             
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"Detective Knight was falling. He was plunging into the depths of a heavenly trance. Knight was almost entirely engulfed by his utterly cherished sleep when he was awakened by the blaring sound of his assistant, Mark's pager.   His conscious instantly knew what that meant - a plausible murder." 

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