Countdown (ON HOLD)

Countdown (ON HOLD)

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When a mass grave site is discovered in the middle of nowhere, FBI Special Crimes is called to help. But this case is different than any other case they have ever worked. This killer is the sickest, most twisted, and least predictable killer they've ever come across, earning him the nickname The Ghost Butcher. Agents Rickens and Leone have been tasked the impossible job of catching this maniac. After months of exhausting any minuscule lead they could find, the investigation comes to a complete halt. They realize they need help. Someone that can help make sense of the randomness of the kills and discover a method to this psychopathic killer. Luckily, Agent Rickens knows just who can help them - Aitheria Lasair has been off the grid for the last two years. She has made a life for herself in a small town in Tennessee, working as a waitress in the town’s diner. She lives alone and keeps to herself. The townsfolk adore their dimpled waitress, but none of them seem to know anything about the charming red head. And that's the way she wants it. No one is this little town needs to know that she has one of the strongest photographic memories ever recorded that goes right along with her way-above-average IQ. When Agents Rickens and Leone show up at her diner, she realizes her peaceful life in this quaint little town has come to an end. The Agents need her help. And she's the only one that can bring this killer to justice. - Teaming up with Aitheria was the best thing that could've happened to the Ghost Butcher Case. She helps them uncover more and more secrets, but the more pieces they find, the more they realize this puzzle is a lot bigger than they originally thought. And as they get closer to piecing together the identity of the murderer, the more danger they find themselves in. Through countless victims, a murderous sociopath, and their own crazy personal issues, this team needs to solve this case before it's too late. The clock is ticking...The countdown has begun.
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'The night was alive with silence. I moved through it like a shadow, black leather gloves tight on my hands, boots soft against the grass. My gas mask hid my face, leaving only darkness where my eyes should be. The world narrowed to a single point: the house ahead. Tonight, it would belong to me. The farmhouse rose stark and white beneath the moonlight, silent except for the occasional grunt of a pig or the low hum of a cow. They were unaware. They were insignificant. I crouched behind the hedge, eyes scanning, senses alert. Every detail mattered: the flicker of light across the curtains, the faint rustle of movement inside, the way a shadow shifted across the floor. She was there. Oblivious. Popcorn in hand, murmuring to herself as the television flickered. Every motion was a note in tonight's symphony, and I was the conductor. I studied her, cataloging. Timing. Patterns. Fear. She didn't notice me yet, and that was perfect. Patience was everything. One sound, one misstep, and it could all unravel. I rang the doorbell once. Silence. Again. Still nothing. She flinched slightly, just enough to make my pulse quicken. Her small reaction was delicious. A sudden movement in the yard caught my eye-a neighbor's dog barking at some unseen intruder. Its voice was loud, startling, but contained. I froze. My breath slowed. Patience. Observation. The dog's curiosity would pass. I remained still, hidden in shadow, letting the moment stretch. The animal lost interest and padded away. Perfect. I moved to the back of the house, hammer in hand.' ...

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