Audrey opened the front door. Brianna stood before her with dirt and scratches on her face and hands. Brianna took a deep breath. “I was in the park.” “At this time of the night?” Her mother looked terrified and didn’t wait for Brianna to respond. “It’s dark and late. Do you remember what happened to your sister? I know you’re a police officer and carry a weapon, but what the heck were you thinking? I’ve already lost one daughter.” Audrey furiously rambled on as Brianna entered the house and closed the door. “Mom, I’m okay, and yes I carry a weapon. I found him. Well, at least I found him but he ran away. But the creepiest part is that he knew me. He called me by name.” Brianna kept walking toward the kitchen as she explained what happened. She headed straight for the coffee pot. She knew her workaholic mother always had a pot of coffee on in her house. “You’re not making sense, Bri. Who are you talking about?” Audrey stood in the kitchen in confusion. “Lisa’s killer, I lured him myself.”
