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

He ate, slept and breathed death. What else to do but become the Grimm reaper? 


Panic attack. Kory knew that was what was happening to her. She could remember all the steps to get over a panic attack. But she couldn't for the life of her get herself enough under control to do them. Mike handed her a brown paper bag and she breathed inside it, in and out, in and out until her breathing became calmer and more under control. Carter looked alarmed. He was standing beside her looking lost, as if he wasn't sure what to do. 


"Who's Chuck?" Carter asked Mike since Kory still wasn't ready to speak. 


"Chuck Denton, but you may know him as The Sweetheart killer" 


Chapter 32. Maybe