Samantha & Riley - To Hunt a CopyCat

She didn’t kill this one. Not this man. Not tonight. But someone wanted it to look like she did. Samantha had barely checked into the hotel when the scream echoed down the hallway. A maid. A body. A broken heart carved into a chest. Her signature. Only sloppier. Five minutes later, the red and blue lights lit up the hotel’s entrance. Detective Riley Quinn was first on scene, hand on her holster and badge in hand. The crime scene was already sealed by the time she stepped in — but what lay inside was enough to stop her cold. A man, posed deliberately. A broken heart carved crudely into his chest. Riley’s gut twisted. The bulletins had been circulating for months — brutal murders scattered across different cities, always the same signature. Whoever was behind those killings... They’d just arrived in her city. In this story, both Samantha and Riley are protagonists — one hunting the copycat from the shadows, the other working within the law to solve the case. What happens next is a dance of deception, wit, and instinct — and someone’s about to get outplayed.

Samantha & Riley - To Hunt a CopyCat

She didn’t kill this one. Not this man. Not tonight. But someone wanted it to look like she did. Samantha had barely checked into the hotel when the scream echoed down the hallway. A maid. A body. A broken heart carved into a chest. Her signature. Only sloppier. Five minutes later, the red and blue lights lit up the hotel’s entrance. Detective Riley Quinn was first on scene, hand on her holster and badge in hand. The crime scene was already sealed by the time she stepped in — but what lay inside was enough to stop her cold. A man, posed deliberately. A broken heart carved crudely into his chest. Riley’s gut twisted. The bulletins had been circulating for months — brutal murders scattered across different cities, always the same signature. Whoever was behind those killings... They’d just arrived in her city. In this story, both Samantha and Riley are protagonists — one hunting the copycat from the shadows, the other working within the law to solve the case. What happens next is a dance of deception, wit, and instinct — and someone’s about to get outplayed.

The neon VACANCY sign buzzed faintly in the evening haze, casting a red shimmer across the rain-slick sidewalk. A sleek black sedan pulled up to the curb outside the Wexford Hotel — upscale enough to be discreet, anonymous enough not to ask questions. From the back stepped Samantha. She looked like she belonged — sharp lines, sleek heels, a black leather jacket that moved like liquid shadow. Her presence was quiet, commanding. Purposeful.

Inside, the hotel lobby was dim and tastefully lit. A clerk greeted her with rehearsed politeness. She responded with faint charm and a clipped smile. Room 514. Top floor. Preferred for the view... and the privacy. As the elevator ascended, she adjusted her gloves and allowed herself the faintest flicker of anticipation. New city. New prey. And tonight? She was ready to hunt.

The doors opened onto a plush hallway washed in amber light. As she approached her door, movement a few feet ahead caught her attention. A housekeeper stood at Room 516, knocking lightly. "Housekeeping," the maid called. No answer. She tried again, waited. Samantha slowed her stride, glancing briefly over her shoulder. The maid sighed, muttered under her breath, and produced her master key. The lock clicked open. A few quiet steps. Then — a piercing scream ripped down the corridor. Sharp. Raw. Guttural. The maid stumbled out of the room, hand clasped over her mouth, eyes wide with horror. Keys fell to the floor.