Halfway to Hell

Halfway to Hell

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Paranormal
Ditzy dames and classy broads were always P.I. Mac Jordan's weakness. When a damsel in distress asks for his help he finds himself up against a psychopathic society doctor, crooked cops and a masochistic wise-guy whose weapon of choice is a baseball bat covered in barbed wire. If he wants to survive, never mind crack the case, he has to confront the demons of his past and the ghosts of his future.
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Life is a Gamble Alistair: "Life... it's a masquerade. You dance, you spin, you smile-but mostly, you hide. Nobody ever sees what's underneath." Harley: "Ooooh, spooky! So what are we talkin' here, sugar? Masks... or that ugly mug you're sportin'?" Alistair: "Cute. I was born a lover... a liar... a thief... and a killer." Harley: "Yeesh! That's a whole damn starter pack. You come with batteries too, or just a lotta bad habits?" Alistair: "Call it luck. Call it curse. Keeping all four balanced? It gets messy. Brutal. Bloody." Harley: "Messy I like! Messy gets the blood pumpin'! But, uh... fair warning, handsome-don't go thinkin' this is your horror show." Alistair: "Stick around, sugar. Keep your hands where I can see them, and maybe you'll survive the dance." Harley: "Or not! But hey-that's the fun part, right, puddin'?" Because in Gotham, everyone's wearing a mask. Some just fit tighter than others.

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