Murder Inc Book Novels & Stories

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.

she was like sending her conclusions to my brain through her stare. Is it possible that Hero or Kervin has something to do with the murder cases? I did not ask how she remembered things up anymore, her black book was lifted up already, facing me, dates, and people involved in the event were written on the page, a figure of the badge was clearly drawn with descriptions beside it. Someone’s POV

I hold my hand out expecting him to unlock them, but instead he just roughly drags me out the house towards a black SUV. I watch as he tries to hotwire it and when he seems distracted I start to search my surroundings for a weapon, but all I find is a small slightly sharp rock. I manage to pick it up just before he slams my back into the door of the SUV. Lifting up the rock I attempt to strike him in the head, but he grabs my wrists before I can and twists it in a painful angle causing me to drop the rock. "This is the second time today that you've tried to kill me" he mutters making me unconsciously stare at his coffee stained shirt and the small bruise on his head from when I flipped the c

I dared to ask and leaned back again. He let the smoke out of his lungs and gave me a quick look, as if he was wondering whether to ignore me or drive straight away because I had the impudence to speak to him before the end of work. “A killing at the city monument. A proles landed in one of the installed traps. " So nothing really dangerous.

Was this how little I meant to him? Rage surged through me like a wildfire, turning my eyes bloodshot. Caroline, the culprit behind my death, was sitting right here in my very home while my fiancé erased every piece of evidence that could incriminate her. And me? My corpse was now lying somewhere, cold and blue. The cruelest part was that Jerome didn't even believe I was dead. … After dinner, Jerome stood alone on the balcony with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. His other hand swiped restlessly across his phone screen.

Great customer service, I know. But finding a demonic killer is a little more important. And I really don’t feel like dealing with people right now. Sometimes I question why I went into retail in the first place. I yawn, wish I was back in my bed with Lucas, and pick up the Book of the Beast. Lucas has the files about the witches who were murdered and is going to look through for any sort of connection. I kind of hate admitting that he can look at them with a different perspective than I can, but I really need his input on this.

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.

Raina’s question tore through the room. I nodded, the motion small but absolute. I’d read every terrible detail. Raina sucked in a breath. “He can be charged with murder, well, except for a thousand reasons why he won’t be. Evidence, influence, people who disappear…” Her voice faltered on the last word. “There’s more in this ledger than I first thought,” I said. “This alone could bring them down.” Raina’s face went hard with resolve. “Don’t rush it. We need the Black Book. If we move too fast or make a mistake, this will blow back on us. Patience is key.”

I whispered, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I began to read, my eyes racing across the words. It wasn't just a confession for the warehouse fire. It was a detailed, cold-blooded account of the murder of the guard from just a few nights ago, the one the police were currently looking for. The one Pierce had used to frame Daniel.

* Alex thinks before drifting to a lonely sleep. Paradiso City's publication sat between the PCPD and Vehicle shop. Catharine went to inquire inside. She wasn't going to published works. She came to read documents for the past two years or so. She needed much information than what she already had. Mr. Lynard Scott, a bespectacled old man sat on the desk. He is reading a newspaper with headline: A 21-year-old woman brutally murdered. The case of Jennifer is taking the whole town into curiosity and fear.