Amber Hagerman Killer Novels & Stories

And now, they had led Cynthia to go missing. “No!” I screamed suddenly, my voice breaking through the night air. Panic surged through me like a knife twisting in my stomach. A memory assaulted me. One of the true crime stories I had once seen on YouTube. Anderson Smiles, a young woman from Seattle, who had suddenly vanished. The next time police saw her, she was lying dead by a riverbank, her body robbed of life and innocence. Her organs had been harvested. Her eyes carved away. The serial killer who had taken her did things so vile, so unspeakable, that my body shivered just recalling it. My bones felt as though ice water had seeped into them.

Seeing me with the file in my hand, he lied over the table, staring at me. What do we have here? Do you mind? Of course, that's what I came for. Long story short, the one I am after started with kidnapping and ended up with serial murders. Wow Johnatan, I see you're not kidding. Who's the suspect? A very dangerous woman named Sarah Johnson. The story begins fifteen years ago in the village of Bibury when Sarah killed the mother of my friend, who called on me for help, Mr. Miron Hauser. Miron Hauser? The Miron Hauser?

“Fair enough.” The older agent remained standing. Silent. Watching. “You understand why you’re here?” the younger agent asked. “My husband tried to kill me,” Amelia said flatly. “And his cousin. I was protecting myself.” The agent opened the folder. “Your husband is dead. Shot by his own secretary. You were present during multiple federal crimes, including money laundering, bribery, witness intimidation, and obstruction.” “I was a prisoner,” Amelia snapped. “I didn’t help him. I survived him.”

A good person to have on our side, from the looks of things. “My name’s Jeb Blackstone,” he says, “I’m a private investigator. I travel for work, and meet a lot of people, both humans and shifters. Last week, two shifters were killed in the lowlands. The police report said that they were killed by humans. I did some digging, and it seems that the killers were looking for information on the whereabouts of Amber. They were planning an abduction.” “These shifters died because they refused to reveal her location,” Jeb continues, anger in his voice,” We need to get these bastards.”

I asked him, noticing his hesitation as his eyes darted between Sharma and me. "You mean that psychopath of a butler? The bald-headed assassin?" Sharma's words took me by surprise, and her apparent anger was hard to ignore. "Yeah, your butler wasn't who you thought he was. He attacked me last night and tried to kill me. Can you believe that?" She chuckled, leaving me baffled as I turned to Ryan, expecting an explanation. "She is right, Alpha Hawthorne," Ryan confirmed, echoing Sharma's allegations. Despite the evidence presented, I found it difficult to believe what I was hearing.

He unlocked his screen and tapped on it. Breaking News, we have another death recorded on the street. The victim was identified as Mr Anderson. Mr Anderson is the father of Angela Anderson. To remind you of who Angela Anderson is, she is the woman accused of murdering two members of the Moore family and is currently in police custody. Information reaching us is that the victim received a bullet to the head killing him instantly. The police believe the killer must be a sniper. The late Mrs Patricia Moore had a bullet to the head and so was the late Ms Elena Moore. This brings us to a very important question, do we have the right person in police custody? Because it appears the killer is still

"We were lucky. It turned out that these fingerprints were in our database, and we found a match. We found the killer." I raised my brows. "So? Who is the shooter?" "His name is Bram Hill," Detective West stated. "Son of a bitch!" Moralez hit the wall with his fist. "We've been looking for him for over five years!" West turned to his partner. "You know the guy?" "Yeah." Moralez nodded. "I remember him, and I remember his sister. The poor girl paid the bail for him. Never got it back... What was her name?" He scratched his chin. "Oh, that's right! Now I remember! Her name was Sarah… Sarah Hill."

He shivers at the idea. “I don’t know, but I think we need to tell all these camper living folks to be more careful,” the medical examiner tells him. “Thanks,” Huck shakes his head as he hangs up. Huck has five open homicides but this hooker from the ice plant had him in knots. He switched his computer over to nationwide database and enters all the details. There are two similar matches about 16 hours away. Only those had teeth marks. He uploads the crime scene photos and starts talking to Detective Sawyer in New Mexico.

Whoever has taken her, doesn’t have the slightest ideia of the carnage I’ll be capable of doing if they touch a hair out of my woman’s head. “Fuck, when I find who did this, I’ll rip off very slowly the members of the mother fucker who dared touch my woman.” Hunter holds me by the arm, worried to see me so disturbed. “Adam, you have to calm down otherwise it can be worse for her.” “Fucking calm, Hunter. I’ll kill the bastard, very slow and no one will stop me, you can be sure of that. I only have three suspects: the two feds and the miserable Igor Kedrak.”

Shaking her head, she opened the message and with each word she read, she felt her breath hitching. ' William Brown-Missing for months now with no body found. Jade Goldsmith-Missing for months now with no body found. Abraham Sanford-Missing for months now with no body found. ' The phone fell down from her hands, as she realized, what he had done to them. He really did killed them. “ So you kept your words and became a killer, Hardin Black...” Whispering to herself, she felt her heart drowning in the pit of her stomach. The realization, that she fell in love with a Killer-a ruthless killer, was enough to keep her awake and afraid for the rest of the night.