Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

Her deepset hazel eyes were open. As if she were staring into the night sky, but they were as cold and lifeless as she was. 

Before I saw the face, I knew it was hers. I had felt it, as soon as the call came in on the radio. Like deaths icy grip tightening around my neck, long boney fingers choking down waves of dread.

I had been desperately trying to find Kate Gosselin for a little more than a week now. Now as I stood in the alley, I breathed out deeply watching my breath billowing like smoke in the crisp early morning air , and I wondered if it was worth it. 

Once again, I was too late.  Once again, he had been one step ahead of me.

 and Kate Gosselin,  was dead.