Ammons Haunting Case Novels & Stories

He was just about to raise his fist when a lackey rushed up and interrupted him. The lackey's voice was trembling, and he seemed very reluctant to speak. "Don Shaw… We found out that Ms. Amara disappeared a month ago. There has been no trace of her since then… A-And there's also her autopsy report!"

She clearly had her own secrets. Doctor Esther had been pronounced dead and we knew who was responsible. We have the evidence. But at the same time, we had nothing. There was nothing that directly connected the Whitlocks, Matthew and the head of special werewolf forces, Anne Adams. The beta—that caught me by surprise considering I could swear he was one of the good ones. “You really think it is a great idea to snoop in the house of the deceased just a day after she is pronounced dead??” The worry in his voice was enough to have me turn to face him.

Jake and Mike also wore special latex gloves to avoid touching the specimens carelessly. "Detective Emerson, this is the report from the three victims. Number one, 24 years old, Elisabeth Morgan worked as a cashier at the Holland Mart on Ballmoore Street. Her boss reported she was missing yesterday after the morning she was found burned," said Dr Emma. Now, they walked to the other cadaver table.

Just a week before New Year's Eve, he incurred a massive debt of 300 thousand dollars. "We have reason to believe that Howard's disappearance was to create confusion while putting on a show alongside Zane and Timothy." Finally, the cold, hard truth was being revealed little by little before everyone. There were no innocent victims or sincere brotherhood, just three people who became entangled with one another because of their own secrets and gains.

Our employer's office was so quiet it felt unnatural. He reviewed the surveillance footage, every transaction record, every access log. When he finally spoke, his conclusion was unmistakable. I had never sold company secrets. Matthew's accusation was nothing but slander. I expected relief, maybe even a flicker of guilt. Instead, the people outside stared at me as if they were piecing together a riddle. They looked like they were trying to figure out what I had slipped our employer to make the problem disappear.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.