What Color am I wearing?
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Última publicación jue, abr 14, 2016
Alexander Brooks was a former FBI consultant and the most clever of them all. He breaks down crimes and solves riddles like it was just a walk in the park. He decided to move on, becoming an architect and a skilled interior designer after his last case. Until the day a video was handed over to him by a former colleague.
Meet Me. A serial killer who went on spree, murdering people miles away from each other. He had no fingerprints, no patterns, no specific targets and no visual recognition. The FBI was aghast as to who this enigmatic man is. The only trail he leaves is a scroll of black tape, a film as to where he spoke of nonsensical thoughts and dubbed himself Me.
The FBI is lost. But not Brooks. He will find a way to capture him, he always does.
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