The Mathematician (The Mathematician Trilogy Book 1)

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The city at night was a labyrinth of shadows and light, a puzzle of intersecting streets and alleys that concealed both the mundane and the malevolent. In the darkness, a figure moved with calculated precision, a predator on the prowl. He was not driven by rage or desire, but by an insatiable need to solve the ultimate equation—a problem only he could comprehend.

In a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the figure stood over his latest creation. The girl, no more than sixteen, lay still on the cold, concrete floor. Her lifeless eyes stared into the void, reflecting the cruel indifference of her killer. He knelt beside her, his gloved hands meticulously arranging her hair, ensuring every detail was perfect.

From his pocket, he retrieved a small piece of chalk, its surface worn from use. With a steady hand, he began to write on the wall, each stroke deliberate and precise. The equation took shape, a cryptic message left for those who would come after—a challenge to their intellect, a taunt to their inadequacies.

He stepped back, admiring his work. The blood-red symbols stood stark against the grey concrete, a testament to his genius. He felt a thrill of satisfaction, knowing that this puzzle would confound them, that they would struggle to understand the mind behind the madness.

As he turned to leave, the faint sound of sirens echoed in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. He slipped into the shadows, disappearing into the night, leaving behind another piece of the puzzle for Detective Frank Griffin and his team to decipher.