The rain poured relentlessly over Ridgeview, turning the cobblestone streets into glossy mirrors. Jane Michaels tightened her trench coat and pulled the hood over her head as she hurried along the sidewalk. Her coffee cup warmed her hands, a welcome distraction from the chill that had seeped into her bones after the morning’s briefing. The weight of the Bride Killer case lingered in her mind like an unwelcome guest.


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