Gemotions

The house seemed to hum with a discordant energy. Emily felt it the moment she walked through the front door. The previous owner, an elderly woman, had been robbed and murdered. The details were gruesome, but the details weren't the important part. What was, was what she felt.

She picked up the phone. She made a few calls. She had been a lawyer, once. And now, she knew how to find the person responsible.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. The target, a local thug, had been easy to find. His house was the next project. His belongings would be re-arranged.

She was soothed by the prospect of the coming days.