Beach Mystery Books Novels & Stories

It looked very ancient as it was torn at some edges. “I picked this up during one of my research trips.” She said as she handed the book to Annabelle. “ It has some information on Luke but it doesn’t state his weakness. Although it did leave some clues. Difficult clues.” Annabelle opened the book. The words were written as if from a feather dipped in ink which signified the age of the book. Annabelle read it out:

Maybe I can read something to pass the time and occupy my mind for a bit. 0 I read through their titles and they definitely have a favorite genre. ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’, ‘Murder on the Orient Express’, ‘The Woman in White’, ‘The Maltese Falcon’. I sense a mystery theme here and I wonder if it’s Stefan or his wife that’s the fan. I keep looking when I see a book that is quite out of place. ‘What To Expect: A Mother’s Guide To Her First Pup’ 0

Don Angelo responds. What is happening at the beach at this time of the night? Sky City boasts of a beautiful beach that serves as a tourist attraction for the city. The place has its own evils that occur at night, but it's still a beautiful scene when viewed under the moonlight. I don't know what they want to do there, but I fear whatever will happen at the beach. Do they want to drown someone there or what? No. I'm thinking too much. I just hope I don't get drowned for witnessing another crime unfold before my eyes. I hope that's not the plan.

I can’t let go if deep down inside me, they need me for this. I got off the boat when I reached Catagban port where the van that'll take me to the resort was found. I occupied myself by reading a book by Agatha Christi, ABC Murder. One of Hercule Poirot myster. It was a book that Rhisha gave me at our graduation. She said that I might like it since I love reading books. I sighed. Because of thinking deeply, I got lost in what I am currently reading. It was the part where Fraser discovered that Betty died during the interrogation she did with Poirot.

I despised them almost as much as I despised being woken up from my sleep, I rolled my eyes before looking over at Justin, Justin was a tall lanky guy, three years my junior and completely obsessed with murders. “Rush, it is an extremely high profile case and there’s a lot of second guessing going around, let’s face it the Hudson’s are not short of enemies. They’ve been crawling out from the shadows for some time now.” there was a brief pause where Justin and I gave each other a knowing look, only a person with our experience would know that a person who is missing, is a person of interest. “If a person has nothing to hide, why would they run?” I said to Justin while raising an arched eyebro

“Fog swallowing him whole. That’s the story you’re giving me?” “T–that’s what it looks like,” the spy insisted. “The cliffs… they’re thick with mist lately. Not natural fog, either. Villagers say the sea’s turned strange.” Becky’s smile evaporated. “Strange how?” “Whispers. Lights on the water. Footprints appearing in wet sand where no one’s walking. Fishermen seeing a woman near the shore only for her to disappear—” Becky raised a finger sharply, and he shut his mouth mid-sentence.

Daniel said and Becca nods, “I love a little secret agency trio,” Becca said and three of them laughed “So where do we start looking at?” “Let us get some of the things we are sure wouldn't be messed up if it is carried around then we can buy the rest when we are through for the day” Danielle suggested. “Okay, let's go” *** “This your sudden craving for peppered fish stew eh,” Deji remarked as he stirred the stew after putting in some of the seasonings Rose passed him.

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

“I’ve been writing, too.” I stared at him, utterly stunned. “You? Writing?” He laughed, a rich, joyful sound that carried on the wind. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re not the only one with a story to tell.” He pulled a small, black moleskine notebook from his coat pocket. “It’s not a memoir. It’s… well, it’s a mystery. About a grumpy, retired surgeon who gets pulled into solving a crime in his sleepy coastal town.” I burst out laughing, the sound mingling with the crash of the waves. “Arthur! You’re writing a murder mystery?”

“I don’t know. “ he said lightly, “Many of the books I was reading before were about those guys who..you know, left everything and went travelling all over the US, or Mexico. “ “Yeah, Mexico is weird. “ “You’ve been there?” “Oh, yeah, on the …” He was about the say the worst mission in my life with the cartels but quickly shut up. “On a vacation. Sort of. “ “Nice, “ Killian smiled, “ I just always felt like those were the places where you could get lost in and you didn’t have to turn back. “ “Is this what you want? To never turn back. “ “Who doesn’t sometimes?”