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

"1, 2 Freddie's coming for you. 3, 4 better lock your door. 5, 6 grab your crucifix" you'll need it. 


Kory constantly rubbed her red, swollen eyes in the passenger seat and wondered how Carter was sitting straight, driving as if it were any other day and he didn't spend the entire night chatting. 


"How are you so perfectly awake?" Kory finally broke and asked. He glanced at her with a grin. 


"Because unlike you, prior to last night I've been getting enough sleep. I know how important it is to an agent and I don't skimp on it" 


She fought off the blush that was coming on due to the searing look he gave her with his one visible eye. 


"Eyes on the road" she said when he spent an alarming amount of time looking at her. He chuckled. 


"Let's go over our list of suspects" he said after a moment of silence. 


Chapter 19. Bam