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The officer taked the business card, "Albert- Detective." Inside a large garden filled with colorful flowers, next to an artificial lake that can be seen from afar, where schools of fish are swimming, one young man is looking at the scenery around his house when he suddenly hears a ting ting sound. He gently opens his laptop to check the inbox, "Hi! Do you still remember me? It's been a long time since we worked together. I really need your help. I'm sure this case won't let you down- Vincent" He gets up and slowly walks to his huge 4-story bookshelf, climbs a folding ladder and reaches for a book "Criminal Psychology." He smiles and wonders: "What's interesting about your place?" He looks

He looks surprised at my curiosity and I worry for a moment he will bristle again and we will fall into silence until we waste away. “Moby Dick,” He tells me and I am surprised. “It was one of my favorites when I was growing up. My mother would read it to me.” It is more information about him than I have ever known. I know now this library will be my favorite room in this house. Tucked away into pages will be the one defining fact I know. His name is Domenico and I know his favorite book.

She pressed. "That depends on your idea of a mystery," I said. "For a writer of murder mysteries, each new bizarre detail makes the plot more difficult to construct and adds to the sense of mystery. But for us working in the real world," I continued, " the ordinary and drab crime with no pattern that poses the greatest difficulties. The sensational, bizarre, and outrageous crimes that make the most popular stories are the easiest to solve. This case has been very odd from the start, Sandra," I added, "and new information never hurts. From the analytical perspective, Hector's visit simplifies our task." "Does it not make things more difficult for you as well?" Sandra asked.

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

He's white snowy hair gelled backwards,lips held in a tight purse and facial expression almost unreadable He's walking steps light but yet could make someone hold their breaths He's right hand assistant;Tikka dressed in a black leather jeans and black jacket held a pillow carrying a pistol. Immediately he stepped into the room, Lewis yanked the pistol and with astonishing accuracy shot a man on the head "Boss "Tikka muttered sliently. She's not surprised he killed without a second thought After all He's Lewis Flyheart;the most ruthless mafia in the whole country. He's the CEO of Flyheart empire but yet he's freaking dangerous. He's family background;unknown

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I grumbled as I rose from my seat and made my way to the parlor. I opened the door to see two men dressed in slacks and buttoned shirts. One man had a chain around his neck and at the end of the chain hung a badge. The other man wore his badge at his waist. Great. Cops. “what can I do for you, Detective?” I questioned in annoyance. “Miss Bella Salvatore, I am Detective Cage, and my Partner Detective Anderson, would you mind answering a few questions?” One of the detectives spoke as he flashed his badge.

The perfect life with Jenna Grabbing his travel mug of coffee, and his briefcase he heads to his unmarked car. His very first pay check ten years ago, he went and bought this car and it’s still going. When he got to the station and checked his voicemail, there were five new messages, all from the family of the victims from the murder drug scene he worked a month ago. They’re understandably hurt, shocked and desperate for answers, and they're calling to see if he had any leads or evidence.

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.