100 word story

Red puddle originated under an ordinary kitchen chair.  Davis frowned kneeling before it.  Marianna was dead.  He had failed her. 

“Jake?”

Glancing at Detective Alexander, sharing a quick nod, unspoken agreement.  They would get him. 

“Yeah scene is yours now.  I got questioning family and friends.  We are going to catch this fucking bastard.  One death more than enough, Matthews will not escape.” 

“Three vics.  Found two out back.  Bled Franny here, baby twins were shot.”

“Same man?”

“Believe so.  Wanted outside Boss.”

White screen door allowed entrance, nicely trimmed yard.  Brother holding Sister even in death. Angels headed heaven-bound.