Idi na moi golos - Rigbi El

The ball rules the Lady, and Death goes hand in hand with her. London is rocked by crimes that put Scotland Yard at a standstill, and in colonial India riots erupt, which the Winged Empire can not extinguish. The criminal hides his face and leaves no evidence, but only blood and... old notes. And even joining forces with private detectives, the police can not catch it. But someone is playing their game all this time. Saves the officer in Agra, puzzles detectives, gives clues - but does not come out of the shadows. He's looking for her. They are connected by an old legend and a ghost town, where the first death happened. It's time to bet what will happen when he comes out on her trail. "Go to my voice" By Al Rigby? A detective just pretending to be a detective. You may find killers even before the heroes. All the killers except the strings are pulling you. But quieter... they're close.