Atlanta Ripper Novels & Stories

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Her gaze shifted to Damian. “And you brought company.” Damian straightened slightly. “Damian. I’m-” “Complicated,” Rhea cut in lightly. “I can already tell.” Quinn ignored that. “We don’t have time.” Rhea’s expression shifted, the humor fading. “Then you already know,” she said. Quinn held her gaze. “I know the victims are connected to our town.” Rhea nodded once. “And?” Quinn pressed.

“No one wants to be out. Not even the undead.” Aaron nodded in agreement, though it wasn’t the weather that had him convinced they were on yet another futile mission—it was the lack of any sort of trail to begin with. The Ripper—Jack, as the newspapers had taken to calling him after a letter bearing the entire pseudonym had allegedly shown up—was taunting them, as he had been since they first heard of him last September. Now, four months later, they had at least four new bodies to attribute to him, possibly more. Without more evidence or someone willing to talk, they had little to go on. Even manning the stations Ward had assigned to them did little to produce the results they desperately ne

To hope to breathe, yet solely what she earned is death she never asked for. “If you were correct, you told me that there are previous cases the same way she was killed.” Detective Charlie Reed queered. He never tore his gaze off from Alessandra. “If it happened years ago, I could have said the same, it is a coincidence or a copycat –inspired murders. Ever heard of Jack the ripper between 1800’s?” “I do.” The junior’s forehead cease as to ponder what could have that serial killer’s connection to what they are dealing with. “He was never found, after he killed at least 5 women near the Whitechapel District of London’s East end.”

Noah wasn’t here to issue orders and Mikhail was going on a suicide mission. “What do thees guys know anyway?” He could try and dispel him of it if he knew what they were getting into. “Their plates are from Atlanta. The drop off point for all the blood viles was on highway that led to Atlanta. Cryptic message the dead asshole left to Evan to protect kids, his own family lived in Atlanta. Until they were killed in a gas explosion.” “They are drug traffickers. It’s human drugs, human problems. We’ll have crisis awaiting if we pull out guns.” The cat smelled trouble from miles away. But Mikhail was taking this as an insult to the injury.

As he drove off into the night, he saw the newspaper resting on his dashboard. Man arrested for rape-murder of 3-year-old Tennessee girl His lips curved into an obnoxious smile. You’ll never lay your finger on another human being again. Mithravathi will return…

ips trying to calm her agitation. Nick Cole felt helpless in the situation. -Calm down, woman. I'm sure Olegario will help us in this situation –said Nick trying to reassure her. Olegario knew Valeria; and they frequently collaborated with each other in their jobs that they had in common to investigate the underworld of crime. -Why are you so sure? –asked the journalist without letting go of a distrustful gesture. - I do not affirm it, but I presume it. A policeman and a detective can form a good team and could find common ground, until they discover the essential clue to find the whereabouts of the unbalanced man who calls himself "The Ripper"; proudly assuming the alias of the mythical Lon

"K R I S T I N A J O K O V I C, Y O U are hereby sentenced to seventeen years at the Atlanta Maximum Penitentiary without the possibility of early parole for partaking grand larceny in the third degree, terrorism and murder . . ." These had been the words of the magistrate who in conjunction with the Jury after the infamous 'Speedster Killer ' had been apprehended by Captain Susan Claire, following the events that had unfolded a year ago.

Peralta frowns, "What do you mean?" "Even if they wanted to hurt Malena, do you think they would send the arm to the Ripley manor and address it to Latton Ripley? That would be fucked up, and it would get too much attention, and that's something Albert Ripley doesn't like. Do you think he would traumatize his own daughter for revenge? The only other suspect we have is Alison Gardner. She hates Latton, but she doesn't know who Malena is," Officer H. Gilberts explains.

My eyes widen and she continues, “I don't think there's ever a night he goes to bed without a woman or two. And I've never seen him bring the same woman home twice.” I cringe at the revelation. But Nancy doesn't seem to notice. “You know what we call him around here?” She looks around and whispers to me, “The panty ripper.” “What?” “That's right! I think he has a kink for ripping panties off his conquests. He's quite notorious for it. It's like his signature move or something. I've lost count of the number of torn panties I've had to throw away.”

“I am actually on a case. The Strangler case to be exact. Our evidence has led us to believe he has an alias and that he spends a good amount of his money to you.” The words all came out in one breathe as he watched her reaction. Her eyes widened with shock. Her head snapped up as she looked at him terrified. “That notorious killer that choked and raped over twenty women just this year?” Antonio nodded. “And you traced his money back to me?” He nodded again as she tried to gain some understanding. She had to pull up a chair with the thoughts of her being in the same room with a killer again. The company was just gaining it’s rep back from Frank and Wilson.