Are Bullets Traceable Novels & Stories

Ricardo lay motionless on the hospital bed, his breathing shallow. His goddaughter Harley sat beside him, tears streaming down her cheeks. The doctors were doing everything they could, but he was still In pain, Johnny, the undercover police officer, entered the room. He walked up to Harley and handed her a bag. "These are the bullets that were extracted from Ricardo's body," he said, "we need to get them tested to see if we can trace them back to the shooter."

“It’ll take me a few days, and I’m not sure I have all of the equipment I’ll need. I might have to go to Moscow.” Jo sucked in a deep breath. She definitely wanted Emma to do whatever was necessary to make sure they identified what was in the bullet, but it all made sense to her now. “Okay. Do what you need to do,” she said to Emma. Cassidy handed her the bullet, and Jo turned around, her hands on her hips. It made perfect sense now. Why hadn’t it occurred to any of them before? Especially the ones who had been alive when the revelation that titanium bullets allowed a Hunter to kill another Hunter had been discovered?

Vincent Moretti had been his father's right hand before he became Antonio's, and in thirty years of navigating the kind of business that didn't get discussed in boardrooms, he had never come up empty for this long. "Whoever this is, they're exceptional," Vincent said, his voice carrying the grudging respect of someone who recognized quality work even when it was aimed at him. "Every trail we follow disappears cleanly. No loose ends, no digital footprints that survive more than forty-eight hours, no witnesses who saw anything they can articulate." "Everyone leaves traces." "This one doesn't." Vincent set the tablet on the table. "Or they leave exactly the traces they want us to find, which is

“By the time we arrived at the scene, he was long gone. And to be honest, we aren’t even sure whether he is directly related to this incident or just happened to be there for other purposes. The bullet was shot from a popular night bar that had just been emptied from last night’s activities. It was filled with all kinds of different scents from countless people, and we cannot pinpoint the scent that belonged to the sniper. There was no evidence left on the scene, and going through all the fingerprints left in a night bar after a workday will be very time-consuming.” “What about the bullet?” Noah brought it up, feeling hopeful. Surely something useful could be gleaned from there? “That’s actu

Ace asked in concern. “Not yet.” I told him. “But I have my suspicions that she’s the one who ordered that shot on me.” “What? No, those were hunter bullets.” Ace told me, effectively leaving me speechless. “What?” I asked after clearing my throat. “That’s what I came here to tell you today, before being greeted by my ex-fiancé at the reception.” Ace said in a hard voice. “I traced the owner of the bullet by the imprint he left behind while loading it. Turns out, he didn’t use gloves thinking it’ll be impossible to trace. I found him entering the Hunter’s Union last night along with a few other men.”

“Not bullets. Bark. The bullet hit the tree. Splinters hit you. One piece cut deep. We’ll stitch it.” “Stitch… me up,” I repeated, dazed. “You’re lucky.” Williams checked the tree where the bullet hit, then walked to another tree behind us. He pulled a knife and dug into the bark. A moment later, he held up a small piece of metal. A bullet. He wrapped it in a cloth. “This might be traceable. Whoever it was is long gone now. But they wanted you dead.” Me. The bullet wasn’t meant for Marcus. It was meant for me.

"That's right. But a cigarette butt that was thrown on the roof of the building at the time of the shooting belonged to only one person. I want the police to search his house and do ballistics tests on all his weapons. Didn't you say the weapon Ezra used to kill my parents was kept in his house?" “He always kept all his weapons in the basement. Even though his fingerprints were gone from all of his guns because Felix oiled them regularly, the bullet Ezra kept in his house must be the same one the forensic doctor found in your parents' head. Ezra is definitely not going to get away with it.” Hunter grinned widely. At least he didn't get a zonk from Viktor this time. The evidence he got now wo

Crimson replied. "I know about someone that works in that bullet industry in Italy, and they delivered orders, and they also do keep track of records of their customers, I will ask him if someone from this pack or any of the werewolves pack had purchased that kind of bullet, if we are lucky enough, we will be able to find out the person that bought it and if he has connection with the man that shot Beta Tyler we will still find out about it, you don't need to worry, once you give us your approval, we will do the investigation ourselves." Mr Alex Exclaimed. TBC

carlon glance back at the gun. “Send it for fingerprint checking and bullet comparing. If he is a much bigger fool like I think he is, then his fingerprints will be on the weapon and not only will it be on it but the bullets will match those taken out of Mr Williams” carlon held onto his pen frimley as Brandon carefully packed up the package.

And unfortunately for them, I always win. “And the fingerprints on the gun,” Dexter reported flatly, “they were completely clean. No smudges, no partials—nothing that could lead us to an identity.” He paused briefly, fingers tapping on his pad as if replaying the process in his head before continuing. “But unfortunately for him,” Dexter added, lifting his gaze, “I managed to retrieve one bullet from the chamber. If whoever handled it slipped even once, Malix might be able to detect a fingerprint from that.”