Doctor Maura Isles was sat comfortably on her sofa, legs curled up to one side, glass of red wine in hand and a fascinating documentary on parasitic infections on the tv. She sighed happily as she settled down and looked over at Bass who was currently analysing his choice of leaves for dinner. She checked her phone and smiled at the blank screen. Peace...
She was a good way into the documentary, transfixed by a certain fascinating fact when a loud knock made her drop her almost empty glass on the floor. The glass smashed and she let out a small shriek, she frowned at the front door. Who would be knocking? Angela doesn't knock, nor Jane...Tommy? But it's late why would he be here? Panic started to bubble up her throat as she began to imagine all kinds of horrific scenarios. What if Jane has been hurt?
She raced to the front door and flung it open on the verge of tears. A figure stepped out of the darkness and charged at her, she let out a scream and her hot tears streamed down her face.