Gemotions

The detective’s voice, a monotone drone, had been like a punch to the gut. This house, the one she’d scrimped and saved for, had been the site of a brutal murder. But now, staring at the perfectly manicured lawn, Sarah's initial horror had shifted. There was the possibility of a financial windfall, of course. She could write a book! Sell the story to Hollywood. The possibilities… They shimmered before her like mirages in the desert. She smiled, a small, tight movement of her lips.

She deserved to profit from this. Didn't she?