First to the scene
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Última publicación vie, nov 29, 2024
"First to the Scene"
In the small town of Ashland, Oregon, a string of random killings leaves the community in terror. Detective Carole Maddigan, relentless and methodical, is always the first to arrive at the crime scenes. Partnered with her younger, impulsive colleague, they unravel a web of deceit and obsession. But as the killer's pattern begins to emerge, Carole realizes the true connection between the victims-and that she might be next.
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