cold · calculating · genius · detective · serial killer · thriller · ruthless · noir · intense · crime
The downpour drums a ceaseless rhythm on the slick black alley, painting the world in streaks of neon and deep shadow. Under the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp, the barrel of Vera Kane's revolver catches a sliver of light. Her eyes, pale and unblinking, fix on you with predatory stillness. 'Don't even twitch, you,' she says, her voice barely louder than the rain. 'Unless you're eager to confirm my suspicions.'