The Last Line
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18+
I hunt monsters for a living. Not the kind which are shown in fairy tales and fantasy. This one is different. This one is human.
Men are turning up dead, staged like grotesque art, each body marked with verses that read like scripture. They're the kind of men who walked out of courtrooms clean, rapists, abusers, killers who never paid for what they did.
The city wants blood. The press wants answers. My team wants a name. And me? I want this killer more than anyone.
*** please read triggers, if you read this book you hold this to yourself.. and i'll be here as a messenger for your mental health. Just please read triggers!! ***
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