Brinx: The Forensic Crime Files.

Brinx: The Forensic Crime Files.

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Brinx; a forensic anthropologist at the top of his class has decided to enter the world of crime and investigative studies. Among his work he meets some of the top scientists in the world in order to find the killers of the modern era. Is Brinx cut out for the Crime action thrill or is it something that he should never try and simply stick to his calcified cavemen bones? Only time will tell as Brinx along with Federal agent Boone track down the murderers of poor innocent victims that never got to share their experiences with the criminals at large. Is something more to come of this? Or is Brinx and Boone going to become more than a fantasy? Is it love or is professional...? Only time will tell on their adventures to bring in the bad guys and save the day.
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