The Dark Passenger
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Miami rots under the weight of its own sins- blood slick on sidewalks screams always burried beneath neon lights. In the dead of night a 2 predators circle in the dark.
Ruth Graves aka #1 Blood Spatter analyst for San Diego Police Department by day and by night she stalks the worst of the worst. Murderers, Rapists and Predators. She makes them disappear with surgical precision. She doesnt kill for pleasure but to feed, The Dark Passenger. But now shes in a whole new area of the crime spectrum. Miami.
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