Banville Book Of Evidence นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You have to arrest this murderer today! Otherwise, I'll make sure you have no peace!" "Veronica, aren't you too eager to convict me?" Vanya smiled. "I never said I don't have evidence." Zander frowned, surprised that Vanya had evidence. Veronica sneered. "Evidence? What evidence could you possibly have?" "You invited me to this gala so publicly, so of course I came prepared." Veronica was baffled. "What are you talking about?" Vanya held up a recording pen. The clear voices of Vanya and Melinda could be heard.

“How will I know you have any evidence? You could be lying. The work I did five years ago was clean. No one knows about it.” Evelyn laughed as she said, “You are so brave to think so. I knew what you did from the beginning. I just pretended not to know. It's not like I care if Annabelle lives or dies. I was there when you gave instruction to that guy. I heard everything and I videoed the conversion. I kept the evidence safe and planned to use it at the right time and as things may be, this is the right time. I’m clever, right.” Evelyn stated with a sarcastic chuckle. They both didn't trust themselves from day one. That is why they have something to threaten each other with.

I could barely keep Vilkas in check as he fought to take over and kill the man. I tossed the book to Alec, who opened it to a page Isla had marked and began to read. “The information you have is false, and she is not a threat.” I yelled both at Zeeb and the crowd. “Where’s your proof?” Zeeb challenged. “Right here.” Alec spoke, holding up the book, before handing it back to me.

“Miss, you don't have to watch what you eat, but you have to watch what you say. My brother rarely comes back here, so how is there any possibility that he would have sex with you?” “I’m not speaking nonsense!” As the woman bit her lower lip tightly, she said, “I have evidence with me!” “Really?” Cillian raised his eyebrows. “Then, can you show us your evidence?” She handed the photos she had printed out to Cillian. After he looked through the photos, he frowned and turned to Declan. At that point, even Brendan’s face sank.

“I’ve lived here long enough to know when something’s wrong.” Clara noticed the tension in Alex’s posture. Evan had been helping them for weeks — quietly gathering information, watching the movements of the town’s influential families. But Alex still didn’t entirely trust him. Perhaps none of them fully did. Yet tonight, Evan’s presence felt reassuring. Another ally. Another witness. --- Evidence Unveiled Alex placed the documents on the desk. “These letters prove you bribed investigators after the fire.” Malvern said nothing. Thomas Greene stepped forward. “And these newspaper clippings show the investigation was abruptly shut down.”

"Evidence that can't be faked or questioned." I stopped pacing and stared at him. "What kind of evidence?" Julian walked over to a drawer near the sink and pulled out his laptop again, setting it on the counter and opening it with swift, practiced movements. "Phone records," he said, typing something into a search bar. "Real ones, from your actual phone company, showing that you never called or texted Vanessa during the timeframe she's claiming." "Can we get those?" I asked, hope flickering weakly in my chest.

She continued, "We grew up together. Do you not trust me? I'm not the type to pull such an underhanded tactic. Even Brennan trusts me, so why won't you?" A pitiful look flashed across her eyes. Brian knew that Evelyn was a proud and stubborn woman, but even he had to admit she had gone overboard that day. He replied coldly, "My people are looking into the matter. Mr. Gail himself admitted that you had asked him to expel Ariana. That man will not lie to me. "Eve, do you really need me to lay out all the evidence?" Her face paled. "Look, with all the online posts and the library security footage, I have all the evidence I need. I don't believe that you have nothing to do with the rumors."

“Whatever Damien’s planning, we’ll address it. Together.” The Bombshell At dawn, Vanessa called, her voice sharp and urgent. “You want to test the information . Now.” I grabbed the faraway , my palms shaking as I came to the TV. The display screen lit up with a breaking information banner, the anchor’s voice grave as they added the record . “Damien Grayson Strikes Back: Explosive Documents Claim Anita Hayes Manipulated Evidence in Factory Case.” The room spun as I processed the headline. The record continued, flashing pictures of closely redacted files and photos— pictures I diagnosed from my mom ’s notebook.

But it's not really my style to sell anything to a stalker who investigates others from behind their back and threatens someone for their own benefit. Veca: Threaten? Haha. This is but a negotiation. Just a piece of advice I recommend you to take in order to avoid any trouble. Ban: And how do I know that 'that' trouble won't happen after I give you the book. Do you think I can trust you when I don't know a single bit about you? Stop joking. How did you even recognize me in the first place? Veca: I have my ways. I've heard of your exploits and all those events happening around you. Do you really think a Demon with a Category S confidentiality would not peak my interest.

"Let's open it carefully." He grabbed a letter opener from the coffee table and sliced through the tape. The flaps popped open, revealing a stack of papers and a small USB drive. Elias pulled out the top sheet, his eyes scanning the contents. His expression darkened with every word he read. "What is it?" I asked, my voice trembling. "It's... evidence," he said, his voice tight. "Detailed records of Selene's financial transactions, hidden accounts, and correspondence proving her involvement in framing you."