Ben Drowned X Jeff The Killer Mga Nobela at Kwento

DARLENE “Frank dug his own grave.” Jeff says after narrating everything to me. They've just arrived after passing by the police station to record their statements. “He sure has.” I say. “I wonder when he turned to be such a beast!” I'm angry at him for one reason though! He kidnapped my son and on top of that fed the kid with lies. Why should he lie that we killed his parents? I'm now more than convinced that he's sick in the head!

The world narrowed to three things: the knife in my hand, the pulse fluttering in D-0's throat, and Jeff's warm presence at my back. "Demetria." D-0's voice was liquid nitrogen—cold enough to burn. "You were always the most interesting failure." I pressed the blade deeper. "And you're just another experiment who forgot his place." A gunshot cracked through the boathouse. D-0's head snapped sideways—but no blood bloomed. He turned with eerie calm toward Jeff, who stood with his smoking pistol raised. "Fascinating." D-0 touched the bullet hole in his temple. "You aimed for the medulla oblongata."

he shows his punch. “She killed them. She killed her dad and mom,” he shouts all of a sudden. “She? Who’s that she?” Xavier asks. “Jennifer Dawson. Jennifer Dawson killed them,” he says and both of us look at the face of each other.

"Jeff and Irene's bodies were examined but we found no evidence. Not a single hair strand, blood or fingerprint were found on the crime scene. Whoever did this either planned it for a long time... or an expert." "I can't find a trail. What could be their motive? Their victims just don't add up." The field minister said and I nodded in agreement. "Yes, that's what also confuses me. Their first victim was Justin De Ville, which is obviously part of that clan. Jeff, Irene and the foreign minister were our allies. If the suspect wants to pin the crime of Justin on us, why kill our allies? And if De Ville is behind this, why kill Justin?" "Not to mention that their mode of killing is different. W

Nothing out of the ordinary except for the new colour. Jeff was still on the ground, the exact spot he had been sitting all along. Unlike Luna he had watched the whole scene play. Replaying it over and over in his head. It was only when he saw a bloody finger drifting on the surface of the water that it hit him. Dahlia was dead. The nice asian girl who had helped him out with unloading his stuff the first day he came. She was dead. He is never going to see her again. They won't even get a body to bury.

What did they do to you in there Dastan? Nothing I didn’t deserve I’m sure mother, how come you’re the one picking me up? Not that I’m not grateful but where is Jeff? Jeff? The night of the event Jeff disappeared Dastan along with quite a sum of money, the only thing they found in his apartment was a note that said BINGO I see, shall we go then? Yes, let’s go I sit in the car and we leave, with that hellhole getting smaller and smaller behind me, we pass trailers, houses, barns then buildings and sky scrapers, we drive through the city and the driver turns off on the highway to my parents place.

After hanging up the phone, Isabella knew that her family would probably become suspicious, so she contacted Sophia specifically. Leaving the hospital, Isabella drove, and Ethan in the passenger seat received a message from Colin. "The shooter's name is Jeff, 40 years old, a retired soldier who has been working as an extra for years. Colin found the person; he drowned and died. Jeff was diagnosed with leukemia recently, and he has an 18-year-old daughter." So, everything makes sense now. It wasn't a fan at all. Jeff was doing things for the sake of his daughter's future, accepting money and then ending his own life.

The line went through quickly, and his voice came through, "What's up?" "Drake is gone. We found a suspicious car, and it belonged to Jeffrey. Have you seen it before?" Debra said, sending him a photo. There was a brief silence before Juan replied, "No, I haven't." "Is he really dead?" "He is. I stabbed him with a knife. There's no way he's still alive." "Then someone's playing tricks." Debra's eyes dimmed. She had thought that she'd be able to enjoy some peaceful days, but it seemed there was someone else behind the scenes.

He grunted, "Captain Hefner, what type of person could this murderer be? He's so arrogant. He not only dismembered his victims but also dared to threaten you." "Not a simple person," Jefferson's reply was meaningless because he had no idea who the killer was as well. In his memory, he couldn't remember that he had offended someone so capable. Perhaps it was the drug dealers, but he had no evidence to point out at them. Furthermore, he had no idea how Stephen looked like.

Jeff revealed, his eyes distant as if retracing his steps. The weight of his past actions and the loss he had endured were evident in his demeanor. "Why do you want to take revenge?" Drake's question hung in the air, his curiosity genuine as he sought to understand the motivations behind Jeff's desires. Jeff's voice wavered as he responded, his tone carrying a heaviness that seemed to be the result of years of suppressed emotions. "My family was killed," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "My wife and three children were killed on the same day at my old house."