You Killed Me First

Something is stopping them, a weight pushing her down, along with the rest of her body. She shrieks as she tosses back and forth, contorting her body. A hammer he brandishes above his head swings so fast and hits the detective with such force, it drives him face first on to the tabletop, the tool still embedded in his skull. After so many years as an outcast, the court of public sympathy finally appears to be welcoming Margot back with open arms.