Walten Files Mortality Novels & Stories

The folder contains all information about the killed person, his warnings, how much he paid back, which was usually not enough compared to what they were given and finally how they were killed. The deaths were usually done in a way that it either looks like an accident or a suicide. A few of them even had suicide notes. The drawer beside this one contained hospital files. Inside it we're a bunch of files from two different hospitals. One is an English hospital, here in California and the other is a Russian hospital, somewhere in Russia. They were all arranged according to date and the earliest date being 2 months ago, September 23. I reached for it, but was started by the voice behind me. I

"We're happy to cooperate. Though I'm curious what made you think searching our home would be productive?" "We received information from a credible source suggesting you may have knowledge about the deaths of James Whitmore, Patricia Chen, and nine other individuals." She handed me the warrant. "This authorizes us to search for electronic devices, documents, financial records, and any other evidence that might connect you to those deaths." "Eleven people died in tragic accidents across Los Angeles," Von said, appearing from the bedroom. "What makes you think they're connected?" "They all had ties to Richard Hale or Becca Romano. They all died within a twelve hour window. And they all posed p

Walters. In the end, both Chrissy and Aldrich died from their injuries, and Dr. Walters was also arrested and sent to prison. He would soon be put on trial for the sins he had committed. The news then showed footage of the crime scene. All signs of life had long left Aldrich's face. What was left was just the messy aftermath of the crime scene that the police had cordoned off with police tape. I turned off the TV calmly and walked over to the windows. The tulips outside the window were in full bloom. They swayed gently in the breeze, their scent wafting gently into my room.

Careful in a way that told me before he even said the words that whatever he’d found had shaken him. “I finally got into the sealed hospital records,” he said. “The ones connected to Evelyn Ward’s disappearance. Most of it’s exactly what we expected. Admission records. Then nothing for weeks.” A pause. “Then a discharge file. Dated three days after a birth record matching Milly’s date of birth.” “And.” “The discharge file lists Evelyn Ward as deceased.” The words landed in the quiet of my office like something physical. “Three days after Milly was born,” I repeated.

My hands were trembling as I flipped through the pages, the scent of old paper and ink filling my senses. I had already read the coroner's report. I had already seen Elder Crowe's signature. But now, I wasn't looking for the cause of death. I was looking for a date. I began to scan the administrative logs of the previous pack, the records of the deaths that had occurred in the months leading up to my father's passing. My eyes darted across the lines of cramped, elegant script. Death of Martha Grey... accidental fall...Death of Thomas Reed... old age...Death of Elena Vance...

Anton glanced toward Nora. Nora tapped another file. "Officially?" The next photograph appeared. A newspaper clipping. A headline. A date. A funeral announcement. The room grew quiet. Evelyn Cross had reportedly died seven years earlier following a single-vehicle accident on a rural highway. Elena frowned. "Reportedly?" Anton nodded. "That's where things get interesting." The next slide appeared. Death certificate. Police report. Medical examiner's findings. Every document looked legitimate. Every signature verified. Every procedure followed.

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

Glen straightened himself, suddenly cold and authoritative again as he stared fixedly at Walter. "A child of our family must not die under such mysterious circumstances." "Exactly," Zac growled, repressing his rage. "I can't let my son's death go unanswered. And I want to know why!" "Naturally, I've come prepared," Walter said, pulling out a stack of documents compiling evidence of Les Turnbull and Neil Turnbull's crimes, including photo evidence. "Hey. Look," Susan noticed Frank sitting in a corner without a care just then and nudged Walter to look.

“Sweet girl Danny was. Sweet pussy, too.” Nick’s eyes widened. “What?” “Your brother didn’t let you have a taste of it? Ah, well. It was probably for the best. When brothers or cousins share girls, it usually gets messy. David was a smart guy.” This was way more information than Nick was expecting. He was about to say something until Walt spoke again. “I should have known something was wrong. I hadn’t heard from them for a year and a half. And according to the file, they hadn’t cashed out any royalties for just about that long. Chelsea said they were murdered. Who did it?”

Sarah exhaled. “Potentially very.” Lena moved toward the screen quickly. “Who had access?” “That’s the problem,” Sarah said. “The login credentials belonged to someone dead.” Silence. Sebastian frowned. “What?” Sarah pulled up another file. “The access code belonged to Walter Greene.” Recognition flashed across Lena’s face instantly. “My father’s former legal archivist.” Sarah nodded grimly. “He died eleven years ago.” A heavy silence followed. Because dead people did not log into corporate archives.