Gemotions

The detective had been surprisingly nonchalant. "Cold case," he’d shrugged, handing her the file. "Happens. Place has good vibes now, though." Sarah’s lip curled. Good vibes? A young woman, strangled in the master bedroom, and this guy was talking about good vibes? She’d poured her life savings into this place.

The first hint of this was the guest room. She knew who the man was who had lived there. A politician, who had lied and cheated his way to a seat in office. She’d seen him on the news. She knew where he lived. She had a way in.

Her focus honed in on her target, her world narrowing to a single objective. Everything in her now was to see him, to make sure he knew the fear.