Bart The Murderer Novels & Stories

“Why would I know what happened?” Talli just glared at him for a moment. Barshan sat back on his heels as he realized what she was thinking. “You think I did this?” Talli kept glaring at him. “You were the last person in the shop tonight. You or the other guy.” Barshan scowled. “I wouldn’t do something like this. I have no reason to sneak into your shop and knock you out. What purpose would that serve me?”

The kind of smile you give when a chess game finally ends, and your opponent has walked straight into the trap you've set from the very first move. "Detective Bell." My voice was calm, almost gentle. "That recording… Doesn't it prove the killer poisoned those four, and then drank his own poison? Doesn't that sound like a guilty man taking himself out? "I don't understand why you all keep looking at me. From start to finish, I never did a thing. Just because Sharon suffered, just because I hated them for it, that makes me guilty? "I told you before. Yes, I hated them. But I'm just one woman. What could I really do?"

My grip on my wife's hand tightened instinctively as I ran through possibilities in my mind. However, the scene was far too familiar. Deep down, I already knew–there was no escaping this. Sure enough, they surrounded me again. Without another word, they forced me to the ground. "Mr. Arthur Hayes, correct? You're suspected of murder and disposing of a body. The circumstances are severe. Please cooperate with our investigation." In my previous life, I was completely caught off guard–panicked, overwhelmed–shouting my innocence as they dragged me away. In the end, I never even gave myself a chance to prove anything.

"What if that's why the killer is targeting everyone now?" Everyone looked at him. Damian's eyes moved between Quinn and Adrian. "What if the murders aren't revenge for a death?" His voice dropped lower. "What if they're revenge for covering one up?" Nobody had an answer. Because for the first time since the investigation began, that theory actually fit. Almost too well. Then another memory surfaced in Adrian's mind. A small detail. One he hadn't thought about in years. His expression changed instantly. Quinn noticed. "What is it?"

Therefore, under the circumstances, I have little choice but to sentence you to death. As she spoke the final words, she pulled the trigger of her gun three times, once in the heart, once in the head and once between the eyes. Mafia code: always make sure your target is dead. She walked up to him and used her foot to roll him over; all three shots had been deadly accurate, and Matteo was dead. She stood very still, her arms loose at her sides, and the gun dropped from her fingers with a clang onto the marble floor of the church. My body moved before I was even aware of my actions, catching Tavisha as she slid into a faint, her pale cheeks wet with her tears. She had just killed a man she had

"First, he is using Jamel's men to cover up for Gareth's. Gareth ordered for your step sister to be mu*dered not Jamel but he used Jamel's men for his own reasons. Two days before the escapade, Arlington went missing. That same night Vladimir invited you to a masquerade ball. Gareth abducted her and convinced Jamel it was you. Arlington was beaten severely and she caught cold which almost claimed her life. Sensing that Jamel was angry, Gareth seized the opportunity. The sudden explosion of your warehouse was all Gareth's doing, the first hospital attack was also Gareth's. The suggestion of the deal was all in Gareth's knowledge and the least of it, Gareth poisoned Jamel with Strychnine and p

"You're the most exciting case I've had since Bobby Brinkly ran over little Eddie Parson while packing his bowl." "Um, thanks?" She was fucked unless she could find a way to prove she didn't do it. She was pretty sure she touched the gun, trying to get it away from Veronica. She needed a vacation, but not until she felt some release from this crazy hell she found herself in.

I'd seen him looking frustrated as we played, like something was not going according to his plan. I wait a beat then follow, keeping my distance wide. I watch as he slips into a VIP room instead of the restroom. I tiptoe to the entrance and press myself against the wall outside, straining to hear through the cracked door. His voice is low, but I catch every word. “I couldn’t get him to leave the damn gun,” he says, irritation clear in his tone. “ but it doesn't matter. We stick to the plan. Frame Zero for Nyx’s murder.” My heart skips a beat at that revelation.

He found Nora across the hall, hands already raised, face doing nothing. "You did this." "I did." "You're nothing." "I'm everything you couldn't kill." Webb walked up between them, looked at Hart, then at Nora. "William Hart. You're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, kidnapping, and fraud. You have the right to remain silent." Hart said nothing. They cuffed him and walked him out. He didn't look back once. Nora watched the door swing shut behind him. Her hand went to her stomach, and that was when she felt it. Not relief. A kick.

The Order will use anything to find the weakness, and being in love is one of the significant flaws. "The things we do for love, but it's one-sided love." Sully heartlessly jokes. "You do anything for the one you love." This fucker seriously is pissing me off. First, kidnapping my daughter and now torturing my brother. I will make him pay. "Well, enough chit-chat. Shall we get this show on the road, Bartley?" He calls Bare Man, who brought Myles out here, grabbed him, and watched him pull out a syringe with some green stuff.