I looked over the case files on my desk and groaned before slamming my fist on the table. 3 murders in the span of 2 months and I wasn't any closer to solving it. I sighed and looked around, I needed a cigarette or a strong whiskey, and there was only one bar in this God forsaken town that offered that oblivion.

"I'm heading out Tommy." I called out as I headed into the rain. It's as I made my way to the bar that I heard groaning, I was on immediate alert after what had been happening in my town and I grabbed my gun from my holster, moving forward to see a woman kicking at the tires of a car before observing the car. I holstered my gun, but kept a grip on it.

"I really hope that's your car..." My voice trailed off as my eyes widened in recognition as the woman's face turned towards to me. She was different, and yet still looked the same...