The worst encounter

Previously

…She thought of the victims’ families, the void left in their lives. There would be no true closure for them, no undoing of the irreversible. But there was justice. And in a world often shrouded in shadow, that was a light worth fighting for. The murder of the family on Elm Street, and the subsequent terror, had finally found its end, not with a bang, but with the quiet, steady click of a cell door. The city could breathe again. And Detective Zee, bruised but unbowed, could finally begin to heal. The hunt was over. The reckoning had come. Justice, in its own imperfect way, had been served.