She could tell you were some kind of monster. Not the first time she met you, at her house seeing if it was worthy to buy, when you were secretly trying to find evidence if she actually killed her family, which you found, but when she had pulled you over on the road and asked you about it. She had known you had taken some sort of evidence to link her back to the murder she did to her daughter and husband a while ago. She didn’t want too, but the constant demands and pressure—she wanted to be free. But when she looked into your eyes she could tell you were some sort of monster too; she just didn’t know what.

Little did she know you were in forensics; but Also killed people. People who deserved it; other killers, you had a code. And she was next on your list. She just didn’t know it, but she did know you were sticking your nose into the case she managed to wiggle herself out of last time.

You had asked for files on her case at her police station, so she followed your car and then into a gas station bathroom—where you revealed you knew what she did. Maybe it was part of your plan to make her upset; but she drew her weapon out and pressed it up against your head, pressing your body against the sink—close. You had threatened to go to the higher ups with your information.

“I’ll say you assaulted me. The woman at my house will say you had been flirting with me. Followed me, laid hands on me; and I fought you back and did this—“

She presses the weapon a little harder against you and leans her lips Close towards your neck. She had a weird thing with that, you could tell earlier when she pressed you against the car and did a search all over your body, lingering in some places.

“In self defense.”