He'd done something bad. Very bad. It was an accident. He didn't mean to bash her head in with the bat. And then stab her seven times. It was all her fault! She didn't listen. She wouldn't be silent! Now they'd hunt him down because of her, the bitch. Oh he'd really done something bad. But how come it felt so good?

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Murder in New York as a ruthless killer who likes to play games runs wild in the streets, murdering people in no order that the cops could find. He has the cops chasing their tails. Until Lieutenant Kory Hannagan, a woman with a personal vested interest in the case is put in charge.

The GLEE in murder

The reaper roams free, seeking whom to devour. 


Brandon looked nervous and more than a little afraid. 


﻿"What was the name of the boy?" Agent Cross asked, his face stern and void of sympathy. 


﻿Kory scribbled the information down. They were in the interview room and Brandon was cuffed to the table, sitting in the chair facing Kory and Agent Cross. 


﻿"Age, race, anything distinguishing about him?" Kory asked softly. 


﻿"Um he was eighteen. White. I don't know he had blonde hair, blue eyes. He wore glasses, pretty lanky. That's all I remember" 


﻿"Um he was kinda tall. Not taller than me though" 


﻿Queens was 6'0 but the kid, if he was indeed alive and their suspect, could have grown taller. 


﻿"When I asked you about your sister you lied to me" 


﻿Queens looked completely shocked at the change in subject and took a while to adjust. 


Chapter 14. Killer