A Death In The Family Author Crossword Clue の小説・ストーリー

The next afternoon, I took Nico to the family records office. That was where the Morettis handled security clearances, household registration, internal access, and family files. I asked for our records under the excuse of updating expired paperwork. When the secretary spread everything out, I began signing. Nico sat beside me and watched without asking a question. We were almost finished when footsteps sounded behind us. I looked up and saw Dante. His gaze dropped to the papers on the desk, and his face changed. "What are you doing here?" "Updating old records," I said.

If even she didn't know the full truth, then someone had played us all, me, her, even my father, like pawns. Mister Pitman. His name had been a whisper in the boardroom halls once, a scandal hidden behind closed doors. Everyone knew him as a man of wealth, of power, but not as a man who died with a woman who should never have been by his side, Jana's mother. Except her body was never found. And the Pitman family, God, they buried the truth so deep the world forgot he even died. Who gains from that? Who hides a patriarch's death unless the story surrounding it is poison?

"You people are insane. How dare you try to fool me like this? Who do you think you are?" Before the trainee healer could say more, she jabbed at the screen in fury and hung up. Perhaps drawn by her shouting, Dad pushed open the door from the other side. "Evan is still resting. Why are you yelling?" Clutching the phone tightly to her chest with both hands, she looked helplessly at Dad. "The healing center just called. They said Connie… Connie's dead. That can't be true, right?" In response, Dad merely sneered. "You're too easy to fool. Connie's full of tricks. If something really happened, she'd have dragged Linda down with her. See, Linda is alive and well now, isn't she?"

… Staring at the sterile white ceiling, I could still feel the ache in my abdomen from the pre-op injections. Kate Diller and Jack Diller. Who would've guessed that those two weren't related by blood despite having the same surname? What a pair of psychos. If they wanted to indulge in their sick "forbidden love", they were welcome to it. But why did they have to drag innocent people like me into their mess? Building their love on my ruined life—didn't it taste bitter? I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from storming over and beating them senseless right now.

"Actually, I am, but sorry." "Get to the fucking point." He disguised his laugh with a cough that didn't last long when he saw my impatient expression. "Oh, yeah, I found information on the death of her parents too." I leaned forward, intrigued. "Spill." "They died in a fire, but it wasn't accidental like the papers said. It was arson. And it was because her father was owing a family from gambling. I don't know what exact family it is because he was messing with a lot of the mafia families."

“…answer the question.” Grand father crossed his hands and leaned into the seat, releasing a heavy breath and not taking his eyes off Chester whose gaze bore into him. “Yes, I know about her death, I even hired a private investigator to dig in more and find out what had happened.” “She had been murdered, that is what happened.” Chester said with a “don’t you know” tone in his voice. “I know that but how did you know about her death?” Chester rolled his finger in the air, placing his other hand on his waist. “News travels fast.”

"Start making arrangements for Emma." Mom rushed at him, hands reaching for my arm. "No, she's still warm, feel her ear, there's still warmth there. Dad, give her to me, let me hold her for a while, just warming her up will—" Grandpa turned half a step aside and didn't let her touch me. "Get a hold of yourself." He looked at her. "You locked her in that cellar and she died there. What exactly is this supposed to be for?" Mom's legs gave out. She sank to the floor.

That means I will be dead. "Your time is running out," Pastor Sam whispered in my ear. Before I give you the nectar, "I managed to say." My heart was aching badly due to the pain I was going through both physically and emotionally. I can't just believe that pastor Sam is Ryan's, the veiled man who is the killer of my parents. The one I also thought to be my adopted mom is a clone. She is Ryan's wife and a deceiver. I can remember very well how Pastor Sam used to teach us the Bible in church. He was our Sunday school teacher and he was loved by both young and old. He even teaches about evil power, witches, and every other unclean spirit, not knowing that he is one himself.

“No, but I grew up knowing too much. And I’m telling you, Emilia, once you open that door, it’s not easy to close.” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. He wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t change the fact that I needed to do this. The hours dragged on as we combed through old documents, family records, and news clippings. Alaric remained by my side, his quiet presence both comforting and frustrating. I could feel his disapproval in the way he moved and the way he sighed every time I uncovered another piece of the puzzle that led us absolutely nowhere at all. Finally, I found something. It was an old newspaper article, the edges yellowed and fragile. The headline read: Mysterious Death of Prominent Cru

Labeled accidental death, tragic and condolences to the Cruz family. I called David back. He picked up on the second ring. "You saw the news?" "How fast can a death investigation close with no body?" "Normally?" He asked. "Weeks. Sometimes even months." "This one closed in under two hours." Silence on his end, before he spoke. "That's not standard pace, Ashford. That's someone with a direct line making a very specific request." "Cruz Family." "That would be my guess." He paused. "The woman you pulled out... she's supposed to be dead now, and you have her."