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

These are bloodthirsty times. One must move with it or get caught in the cross hairs. 


Kory's entire world spun out of orbit. For a second, she couldn't see, hear or feel. These sensations returned at first with a roaring in her ears. And then she could only see colors. Then all she could feel was a bone chilling fear, like she hadn't ever felt in her entire life. 


"Oh God" she croaked. A part of her mind registered the fact that Cross wrapped her in his arms. She resisted at first, then held on tight as if he was all that grounded her to the world and without him she'd float away into a dark, bottomless pit. 


"Listen to me Kory. He doesn't know who she is to you. He doesn't know, not really. He's been following us, that much we know. Most likely he saw you drive off with her this morning and he just chose her randomly to throw you off your game. He would have taken her then and there if he knew what she meant to you" 


Chapter 17. Dreams