Disclaimer- I don't own Cold Case, or any of the songs quoted at the beggining of each chapter. Also i'm not making any kind of money here, so don't try suing, believe me, I have nothing to give you.
"So many tears i've cried,
So much pain inside,
But baby it ain't over 'til it's over,
So many gives we've tried,
To keep our love alive,
But baby it ain't over 'till it's over"
Lenny Kravitz – It ain't over till it's over.
Prologue
PHILADELPHIA, 1991
A blonde woman, in her mid-thirties, is sitting alone in a table at a fancy restaurant. She is twirling her hair impatiently, glancing at her watch every few minutes. A moment later a tall dark-haired man comes in and sits in front of her. He hands her some flowers and kisses her. The woman seems angry.
"Sorry I'm late, I got caught up in the office." He smiles but she doesn't return it. Instead she gazes at his collar.
"You were with her, weren't you?" the man merely chuckles at the accusation.
"With who? You don't mean Marjee, do you? You know I broke it off with her."
"So then there's a new girl. Look, I can't take this anymore Brad, I'm sick of being married to a man that I can't even trust." The look in the woman's face was one of defeat, disappointment and anger. Her voice starting to rise, attracting looks from the tables surrounding them.
"Come on, Rose. You know I love you. I don't want any other woman. Last time we were going through a rough patch, but we got over it. I wouldn't risk what we have right now." His eyes were pleading as well as his voice but she was oblivious to it. She just laughed sarcastically.
"Oh right, so that lipstick on your collar is yours, then?" Brad cursed under his breath and the look in her eyes changed to one of pure disdain and hatred. "You know, I thought that if you wouldn't change for me at least you would change for Eve, but you're still the same lying jerk!" With that final words she stormed out of the restaurant, leaving an open-mouthed Brad behind.
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Two hours later Rose's body is lying in alley behind the restaurant, motionless and bloody.
