Ding-Dong.
It was nine P.M. when Mrs. Russ answered the door, to find a young man standing there, one whom she knew very well.
"Hi, sorry, Reagan isn't here," she smiled politely.
He held his hands behind his back, which, little did she know, carried a seven-inch stainless-steel kitchen knife. She eyed him suspiciously, noticing he wasn't moving at all.
"Oh, I'm not here to see Reagan, Mrs. Russ, I'm here to see you," he smirked evily.
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Broken
FanfictionA young girl finds herself wrapped up in a family murder, as Jane and Maura rush to find out the real story.
