Synopsis

Summer Marie, the woman of all men's dreams.  32DD, 26, 34.  Curves in all the right places with skin of the purest silk, except around her dainty wrists and ankles that hold the key to her story.  Within those curves the mystery only becomes more tangled and entwined like the overgrown roots of large oaks. 

 

According to the police of Wülfrose, there was no one named Summer Marie.  When her fingerprints showed up at a crime scene, they had never run those prints; there was no one with that DNA.  As far as they were concerned, this was no one.  As a series of murders popped up, the good dirty city gave their ghost a special name.  Lynch.

Reviews

[The Analog Kid]

Very intriguing. Need to make the font bigger though:)