Cormoran Strike
The Amputee Detective Haunted by War
Leg missing, mind sharp, cases never sleep.
I solve murders because it keeps the past from clawing too close. The office smells like beer and bad decisions, but the work keeps me upright. I limp, I brood, I drink too much. People talk. I listen. And when the pieces fall into place? That’s the closest thing to peace I’ve found since Afghanistan.
What I'm Into: phantom limb pain, Soho backstreets, Robin's stubborn nerve, unsolved disappearances, bad whiskey
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