Banville Book Of Evidence นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You're serious." "Yes." "You have proof?" "DNA evidence. Hospital records. Witness testimonies." "Does Vanessa know?" "No." "Does anyone know?" "My sister. And now you." I met his gaze. "What are you going to do?" Damian was silent for a long moment, his mind clearly racing. "I don't know," he said finally. "But Mabel, if you're lying, if this is some kind of scheme..." "I'm not lying." "Then prove it." He pulled out his phone again. "Show me your evidence."

Stone didn't hear her the first time. Lucas burst out laughing again; his tone was deep and rich. Layla's eyes sparkled with conviction. "I'm not making it up, Mr. Stone. I have proof. This," she pointed to a photograph. "is a picture of Ashley and me... Just to prove that Ashley and I were friends and she did gift me a book. And this," she handed him a document. "is a handwriting analysis, comparing Ashley's writing to Valerie's. They're a match.”

She asked in a whisper as she moved closer to him. "I'm your enemy! Your worst nightmare!" She said and slowly raised up her father's journal. "All of your evil works are recorded here!" She said and his eyes shone as he stared at the book. "None of the words in that book stands, as far as the law is concerned it's not a tangible evidence and it could be made up!" "Plus the cases in this books have been discharged years ago!" Eliza supplied immediately. "We'll watch and see, you'll regret underestimating me this much!" She replied.

‘I don’t trust him. "I’ve brought the evidence you asked for too." Benjamin took a stack of documents out of nowhere in front of Hesper as if he was performing a magic trick. "All the details about the hallucinogenic drug incident back then are recorded on this, including what the Savatiers were up to at the time.

Since Fiona had dared to pull off such evil deeds, she had made sure to not leave any evidence. Furthermore, it was so long ago, even if there had been any evidence, it would be long gone by now! In Fiona's opinion, it was impossible for Vanessa to find any incriminating evidence against her! Vanessa smiled and said, "Well, then you just wait and see if I can find any evidence."

But I could feel the tension in the air, the fear and the excitement mixing together to create a volatile energy. Finally, we arrived at a small room in the back of the warehouse. Vella pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. The room was filled with files and documents, all neatly organized and labeled. I could see names and dates, and my heart sank as I realized what I was looking at. "This is it," Vella said, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is the evidence we need to take down Evan's father and expose his lies." I looked at the files, my mind racing with possibilities. This was the proof we needed, but it was also dangerous. If we were caught, it could mean the end of everyth

That evidence could be fake if the source was not stated clearly. Vincent went silent soon after Miller wanted to learn about the existence of that mysterious evidence. He was thinking hard about that. If he could not tell a good reasoning, the consigileres might change their mind and concluded that the evidence was fake. Lusiana was still spectating the arguments between her husband and Vincent. She thought that Miller would win this discussion and save her from being dragged. She was praying for her victory. After thinking for some seconds, Vincent have gotten a good reasoning to support his stance. “Alright, here.” Vincent took out a piece of paper. It was the message he received from the

Her voice carried the specific quality it had when a case had cracked open in the right direction. "The address book was submitted as evidence during trial and retained in the court archive. I've requested emergency access under the ongoing investigation." A brief pause. "But Lewis — the solicitor who handled evidence submission for the prosecution? He's flagged something. One page from the address book was missing from the copy submitted. The original and the submission copy don't match." "Which page?" "The one with Victoria Brennan's name on it," Eleanor said. "Someone removed it before it reached the court."

Like a precious lost treasure, she held the book in her hands with the inscription "The Book of the Banshees" etched like gold on the cover. Evelyn's eyes were trained on the book, lost in the sight of it like an invisible specter tethering her thoughts and focus to one single point.

Controlled. Hale didn’t smile. “You always did have timing, Vanessa.” Across the city, forty floors above ground Vanessa stood in the middle of her penthouse. The lights were low. The windows polarized. Screens glowed softly around her maps, timelines, financial ledgers, internal memos Damien had pulled without asking questions. Her posture was still. Composed. Every trace of the woman who had survived prison had hardened into something colder. “I needed confirmation,” she said evenly. “Not theory. Not instinct. Confirmation.”