Preface

I ran across the rooftop away from the henchmen. Henchmen, I sighed, why were there always henchmen. My ghost friend, who wanted me to send her killers to prison, had vanished to parts unknown. Is it any wonder that I was voted "Most Likely to Be a Detective" with things like this happening? I should probably explain. My name is Artemis Knight and I can see the dead.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 31.07.2012

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