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Justice wears many faces. But when the mask is torn away—what remains?

In the rain-slicked alleys of Liverpool, a brutal serial killer known only as the Grim Reaper leaves behind cryptic messages and a trail of bodies. The city is drowning in fear, and the line between law and chaos is fading fast.

Enter Alexander Bluestone—a detective unlike any other. Cold, calculating, and unapologetically Machiavellian, he is a man who believes in control over compassion, precision over morality. Tasked with tracking the Reaper, Alexander begins a relentless hunt that spirals into a deeper conspiracy of corruption, psychological warfare, and betrayal.

As alliances shift and blood is spilled, Alexander is joined by the deadly assassin Roselia Dukeforth, the sharp-witted Madison Oakwell, and the fiery Darmian Shakesforth. But even as they uncover the truth, the darkness inside Alexander threatens to consume him. Because in a game where every move is fatal… sometimes the devil wears a detective’s badge.


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A psychological crime thriller packed with deadly wit, moral dilemmas, high-stakes mind games, and a protagonist who may be more terrifying than the killer he hunts.

The Devil Of Justice

The streets of London were filled with unease.

The Grim Reaper's terror had stretched far and wide, and now, with Alexander closing in—the entire country was holding its breath.

Alexander stood in Mark Alberton's office, leaning against the desk.

"He's cornered," Mark said, flipping through the latest reports. "But a cornered beast is the most dangerous."

Alexander merely smiled, adjusting his gloves.

"You sound like a damn villain sometimes."

"Villain? No. Just the executioner."

Back at the detective office, Rose, Darmian, and Madison sat in silence.

The tension in the air was suffocating.

Rose clutched her hands together, her mind racing.

"If Alexander kills the Grim Reaper…"

For the first time, she feared what came after.

This was the beginning of the end.

CHAPTER 47: FINAL HUNT