I Drew the Murderer

I have a magical power. No, not one that can conjure up fire, allow me to read people's minds, or enable me to see through women's clothing; although that would be convenient. My power is simply that of art; I can sketch the best portrait of an apple that you'd ever seen. What? That's not magical? Am I under the wrong definition of this word? Dictionary.com defines magical as "mysteriously enchanting". Urban dictionary defines magical as "something hardcore amazing". I think my drawings are pretty amazing, and they're quite enchanting, at least to me they are. But, the reason drawing is my
magical power, is because it lets me save others. Quite hardcore, if I do say so myself. "How?", you may ask. You'll soon find out. You can start by reading page one.

Young Cory, an aspiring artist, travels to live in his parents' home state, Hawaii, for college and, of all things, females. Though, he never expected his art skills to imprison convicts. When Cory draws the popular jewelry thief, the Justice Department seems to fancy his abilities and makes him on of their assets.