"But that's why I write a mystery. I get to commit crimes, assaulting my victims, and solve them in the end . . . One which I won't do for my whole lifetime."
Julian Nichols, a mystery writer in both meanings-an author for the genre and an unknown writer. Under the pen name China Jill Nous, he's ready to publish his first craft to the world. Although not many supported his 'lame' decision of an occupation, he's never readier more than now.
Until everything after his dreadful meeting with his publisher agent heads into a downfall.
A frantic and offensive Middle-Eastern begins the first act, followed by a group of thugs, a concussion for the first time in years . . . and a wrapped package which someone slipped into his hoodie, escaping his notice.
The first act leads to the second, the third, and the list goes on. It's like how Julian always creates the plot for his mystery novels.
But he must spin the gears in his writer's brain to solve the mystery suddenly revolving around his daily life.
Can he bring justice to the Middle-Eastern man who was later found dead, soon after knocking him out? Will he ever find the author behind this rotten scheme-the whodunit?
Well, he sure hopes so. And he also hopes to trust the right people to help him with it.
And he can't wait to simply meet the author and ask how could he plot such a tidily-wrapped crime.
Cover by @Shreya_VA
(This story is still a first draft, you've been warned XD)