Grimm knew they were close before he could even see the house. The police lights were visible from a quarter mile away, as they were the only form of light in the dark woods. His partner sitting next to him was quiet, a change from her usual talkative self. Her hands clutched the steering wheel, and her lips were sewn tightly together. The case hit her close to home. It affected everyone in the precinct, of course, but no one else he worked with was a mother. Funny thing was, just yesterday she had complained about working the cold cases. “I want to see the people I’m helping. To be involved.” The chief finally got fed up with her complaining and promoted her. “I don’t want anything else coming outta your mouth unless it’s a ‘thank you’ to your gracious chief.” As they approached the flashing lights they found themselves at a cottage that crouched in the back of a small clearing. It would have been charming in the daylight, but the splatter of red and blue
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