Chapter 38. Home invasion

Oh the sweet coppery smell of blood, surpassed only by the taste.

|~| The Mailman.

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Kory was driving again. And Maybe she was going a little bit above the speed limit but she was tense. This may be it. The case was coming to a head. If Malroy really knew what their suspect looked like and they would recognize him with an adequate description, they had him. Kory once again thought of her suspicions. They were made stronger the more she thought of her theory until she was almost a hundred percent certain she knew their killer.

She didn't want to voice her thoughts though. Not just yet. Because she really, really hated falsely accusing someone. One phone call would confirm her suspicions but she found herself hesitating to do so. It became all the more real the minute she dialed that number. So she hesitated. No she wasn't stalling, mostly. They were going to talk to Malroy afterall. Once they did that, hopefully all would fall into place.