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

Hell is empty. And all the devils are here. 


Carter agreed with her theory. In fact the likelihood of it being true was about ninety five percent. If it was true, they were getting closer. Really close. 


"It's just bed rest and ice compressors. You're lucky that's all you're getting. No internal bleeding but your ankle is sprained from your jump. Seriously you jumped two stories what is wrong with you?" She pouted. 


"He jumped. Should I have taken my sweet time lowering the ladder and climbing down?" 


"Besides the sprain isn't all the jump. Some of it's the damn car that hit me" 


"No the car caused the strain in your lower back and thighs, keep up" he joked. 


"Glad you can laugh now. Didn't seem so funny when you were handed those pills" 


Chapter 21. Filler