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La Nuit des Femmes was supposed to be a high-end fashion show that celebrated the female form by displaying clothing on a wide array of mannequins: short, tall, thin, thick, dark, and light. But what the media and guests don't expect is that one of these outfits isn't made from cloth or denim. It's made out of human skin. Out of their depths, the NYPD recruits private investigator Damien Drake to hunt a serial killer the media dubs "The Straw Man".

Someone is targeting high-stakes poker games in Las Vegas, brutally murdering the players and stealing the cash. They leave no evidence, no witnesses, no calling cards behind. What's even more bizarre is that even with all the cameras in Las Vegas at their disposal, Chase and her team have no idea how the killers got in or out of the hotel room. In a city known for its glitz, glamour, and magic, it appears as if the FBI have a real-life Houdini on their hands. And the only way to reveal the true nature of this deadly trick might be to go undercover.

The two corpses are mutilated. Naked. Frozen solid. It’s only a matter of time before the killer strikes again. With no evidence, no leads, and no clues, the local PD has no choice but to call in the FBI. Enter FBI recruit Chase Adams. While she may be new to the Bureau, Chase is no rookie when it comes to murder. But this case will push even Chase to the limits - it’s like nothing she has investigated before. When a third body surfaces across the country, Chase realizes that she is on the hunt for a killer whose murder spree knows no boundaries.

FBI Agent Chase Adams has hit rock bottom. Found in a rock quarry in Virginia, Chase is battered, bruised, and clinging to life. It takes the collective efforts of the few people she hasn't burned to drag her back to the land of the living and make sure that she stays there. But their efforts aren't entirely altruistic. While Chase undoubtedly needs her colleagues, the FBI also needs her.

Thirty years ago, four children went missing from rural Tennessee. FBI Special Agent Chase Adams' sister was one of them. She's been searching for her ever since. Now, after more than three decades of silence, seven-year-old Stacy Peterson's bike is found at the end of her driveway. Only problem is that Stacy isn't riding it. When her abduction is linked to three other girls who vanished into thin air, Chase fears this is the start of another kidnapping spree. It doesn't take long for her to be convinced these cases are related, despite being separated by more than a quarter century.

Three women have been stripped naked, their throats slashed. Someone has put duct tape across their mouths and propped their eyes open. Fresh off her first case, FBI Agent Chase Adams finds herself on the road again, this time with a new partner. But before she can even arrive in Chicago, the killer strikes again, bringing the victim total to four. To make matters worse, the killer seems to be taunting Chase, leaving a trail of confusing evidence that leads to nowhere. The local PD is convinced that they're looking for a single suspect.

Rookie Detective Veronica Shade experiences the world in a way no one else can. Her rare condition, multi-modal synesthesia, lets her hear whispers of deceit, smell the scent of fear, and see the aura of hidden guilt. A secret she's kept hidden, her talent has catapulted her to being one of Oregon’s youngest and most promising detectives, at the cost of any semblance of a normal social life.