When a grieving girl helps find her fathers killer she falls into the clutches of a tall detective named Henry, they're so close to catching him when a past love decides to kill again.
"The news is so depressing." Says a busty brunette as she stands with the television remote in her hands. Her name, Annalease Hathorn. She's a casual twenty two year old with a short temper and glowing green eyes.
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"It'll never change." An older gentlemen says, her father, Mr. Hathorn. Her mother passed away ten years prior to her twelfth birthday. Annalease gets her eyes from her mom and her vibrant brown hair from her father.
"Yeah well..." She exclaims grabbing her purse and heading for the door.
"Have a good day sweetie." He calls from his favorite chair. He fell ill about a month ago and is no longer able to get up and down as easily as he used to so Annalease moved in with him to help with his daily activities. Her day was normal until she came home that night, the night that she'd remember for the rest of her life.
The front door was always locked, her father hadn't left the house in ten years, but tonight it wasn't. The television was on casting eerie shdows over the room. As she grdually pushes open the door. It's only six so it's fairly dark and too early for him to go to bed. Her father doesn't greet her when she steps into the living room, so she calls out to him. "Dad I'm home!" But there's still no answer. "Dad?" She starts to check rooms, the kitchen, dining room and finally his bedroom. At the door there's a big dark, wet spot, not water or cleaning products, it's darker, richer. Panicking she twists the doorknob, but it's locked.
"Dad?!" She frantically calls for him as she bangs on his door, but there's no answer from the other side. She sprints down the hallway for the phone, her hands shake as she tries to dial 911. When she finally gets the number punched in she can hear the operator's voice, clear as day, through the speaker of the phone.
"What's your emergency?" The operator's voice comes across in a polite serious tone.
"My dad- I think something's happened to him." Annalease says in a shaky voice. She gives them her address before the line's cut off. She lets the phone slip from her hand falling to the floor as her knees give out, her head downcast tears racing down her cheeks, sobs racking her body as she kneels in the hallway, her fathers blood soaking into her darkwash jeans.
They're at her house with in ten minutes. It takes them some time to get into the room and when they get in Mr.Hathorn's laying on the floor, motionless. "No!" Annalease Screams running toward her father shaking him as she kneels on the floor, terror and sorrow weighing her beautiful features. She sobs her tears dripping off her chin onto her dads chest, his head turned away from her, a deep hole in his chest bathing his white cotton button down shirt in crimson.
A little while later..."Ms. Hathorn?" A tall blonde officer comes over to Annalease. His bright baby blue eyes shine in the moonlight against his pale skin. He's, at most, in his mid-twenties. "I'm Detective Scotts. I'm sorry about your father." He says sitting next to her on the front porch steps.
