A screaming storm covered the city sky, it threw down large cold rain drops that engulfed everything below them.

It had stormed like this three years ago, on a night long forgotten by most, the night that Lorna Shea Redmond played the game.

She would be eighteen forever, someone had made sure of

that. Her throat had been torn open, her body violated by some unknown monster.

There had been no witness to the crime and any trace evidence left behind had been washed away by the weather. It was almost as if a phantom had taken the young woman's life.

The case had been cold from the start but that didn't stop Lily Rush from doing her best to try to solve it, she found however that her best wasn't good enough, so the case sat in a box, on a shelf

with a thousand others.

Lily shook from the cold as the water ran down her face, she stood alone, looking down at a name carved into polished stone.

She closed her eyes for the briefest of moments and was back in a alley, on a sunny may morning, looking down into dead blue eyes that begged for help, death hadn't stopped the young girl from doing that.

As long as Lily lived she would never forget Lorna's eyes, they haunted her and she had sworn to them, that her killer would be brought to justice.

"I'm sorry Lorna." she whispered as she placed the flowers on her grave.

She stood there a few more seconds then turned and left the past behind, unaware that the past stalked her, waiting for the perfect moment to bring her to her knees.

Jenna Redmond was waiting for her, she knew that Detective Rush would help.

Lily was surprised to see the brunette sitting at her desk, she smiled, the woman hadn't changed much in the years that had passed, she was still a beauty, still had haunting blue eyes, the same as Lorna.

"Hello Jenna, how are you?"

"I need your help." she handed the blonde a letter "This came in the mail this morning."

"He's hiding in plain sight" Lily silently read to herself " Open your eyes, before he closes them forever, the way he did Lorna's."

"Jenna, do you have the envelope this came in?"

"Yeah, but I don't see how it could help, there's no return address."

"There could be prints, I need it."

The brunette shook her head, she was to scared to think straight. She gave Lily what she wanted.

The blonde noticed that her hands were shaking, she reached over and took one.

"It's gonna be ok, I'm gonna find out who's behind this, it may just be a prank of some kind, still I'd like to post a officer outside your house for a day or so, if you wouldn't mind?"

Jenna didn't need this, not today of all days, her sister had been ripped away from her life on this day, and the fear was mixing with the pain. It was becoming harder to breathe. She looked at Lily with tear stained eyes.

"This isn't right...How could someone be so sick, my sister's dead, how could anyone do this?"

She hadn't meant to yell and lowered her head "I'm sorry..I.. Just don't understand..why someone would do this."

"I don't either Jenna, but I promise you I will find whoever is behind this."

As soon as the words were out, Lily wished she could take them back, she had told the brunette the same thing three years before. She hadn't been able to keep her word then but nothing would stop her from keeping it now.

Jenna just gave her a sad smile "I'd like to go home now."

"I'll take you there myself."

Together they stood and were eaten up by the storm that still raged.

He stood across the street and watched the people hurry in and out of the police station, he wasn't worry about getting caught, the weather made sure that no one noticed him.

When the brunette came out, he was surprised to see the woman with her, but he couldn't help the smile that crawled across his face, he had missed Lily so.

He followed behind them knowing that it was time, he missed playing, missed the thrill of watching a whore bleed out while he stood above her, missed the fear and most of all he missed the power.

He had waited for the perfect time to strike, it had been the hardest thing, he had ever had to do, but the wait was over.

She was beautiful, the lucky one he had chosen, it would be a joy to watch her break beneath him.

The hunt was on, the game had begun again.