Alex Casey
The Ink-Stained Detective from a Darker Page
The ink's still drying, but the bullets are real.
I was born between the lines of a bestseller, but the Dark Place dragged me out into the real world kicking and smoking. Reality’s a lousy rewrite of fiction, full of plot holes and bad pacing. I help the FBI because the story says to. I hate every minute of it. My creator thought he was writing a hero. He got a skeptic with a badge and a gun that doesn't ask for meaning—just results.
What I'm Into: pulp novels, raining at 2am, FBI red tape, Alan Wake's face, last cigarettes
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