Blood Trace Intact Novels & Stories

Richard caught my wrist gently before I touched it. Nathan slid a vial of tracer ink from his coat. “We tag it now. Anyone who tries to move it will be marked.” He brushed the liquid across the grooves. Under lamplight the green shimmered faintly. I swallowed. Seeing it changed things. It was proof, undeniable, heavy enough to pull the air down around us. “What do you think they decided with it?” I whispered. “What laws? What punishments? How many people carried this without admitting where it came from?”

I need to know whose blood this belongs to. I rush back to where the note fell and pick it up. This is all I have. Every clue matters if I’m going to get my children back. “Can you run a test on this blood?” I ask Ava. “Let’s find out who it’s from.” She nods. “Okay, Maya. But first, we need to check the cameras. There might be something useful there.” I hurry to the security monitor—and my heart stutters painfully in my chest. The camera is broken.

Their John Doe had almost identical attributes to ours. “The trajectory of the bullet is execution style, just like Three,” I said as I read through the examiner’s notes and drawings. Distinctive markings listed the shadow of what the examiner believed to be a removed tattoo on the right side shoulder blade, and four small black dots in the same place Dr. Mitchell found three on our John Doe. Four markings for Four and three for Three. Did Six have six? “Lacey.” Six’s voice held an edge of urgency. “Give me a minute.” There was as little information about the victim as was in ours, with the exception of the numerous detailed prior injuries both had sustained. “It’s not here.”

Deep footprints marked the earth, a clear indication that the attacker had been of unusual weight and strength. Elsewhere, another guard searched the interior of the wagon. Her goal was to retrieve a small square device embedded in the dashboard. She inspected it carefully to make sure it was still intact. The discovery of the black box was a welcome relief for Bogy. Their chances of solving the case quickly had just increased significantly—especially when another piece of evidence turned up moments later. "We found traces of blood on the dented door," one of the guards reported, holding up the results of a portable scanner analysis. "It's not much, but it's enough for testing."

What did he find out? I walked into the office and he finally stood still but he still looked agitated. "What happened?" I asked after sitting down. Scott took in a deep breath and his gaze turned solemn. "Alpha, as I already told you over the phone, even though the blood had already dried after so many days, the Doctors were still able to find out who the second blood sample belonged to." "Who is it?" "I....it's Tracy."

Not anymore. “Are you absolutely certain?” she asked, her voice dropping to a low whisper. A heavy pause stretched over the encrypted line before the investigator answered carefully. “The chain of custody is intact, Ms. Sterling. The DNA extraction was confirmed twice by separate labs. There is zero chance of contamination.” Victoria’s jaw tightened. “No room for interpretation.” “None,” he confirmed. “The metric is absolute.” Silence followed. It should have felt like a massive corporate victory, but it didn't. Instead, something sharp twisted inside her chest—a sudden ache that had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with a profound sense of loss.

The blood-trail will inevitably surface; your beast simply requires patience. After thirty seconds of total silence, my eyes snapped down to the stone floor near the threshold. Someone had violated my perimeter. Before migrating to the study, my fingers had scattered a microscopic layer of silver tracking powder across the entryway flagstones. A distinct, partial boot-print was pressed into the white dust. The metric was narrow and lacked the heavy weight of an alpha warrior, indicating the intruder belonged to a slender youth. I darted across the room, checking my crystal terminal immediately. The browsing history remained entirely blank from my earlier wipe, and because the mechanical trac

“This is where I’d rather focus our attention.” “If we’re lucky…” “It’ll tell us who put it there.” Stephanie frowned. “So… we just wait?” Brian nodded. “For the lab, yes.” He looked at the evidence bag. “We’ll check it for fingerprints, trace evidence, and anything that might identify where it came from.” “Right now…” “This is our best lead.” Emma folded her arms. “Do you think it’s connected to the break-in?” Brian looked at her. “The one from six months ago?”

“Just tell her father fine, and she doesn't have to worry.’’ I almost cut in. “Did you return with my mate, where is she right now?’’ “We… We couldn't find her today. However, we found a trace.’’ Saxon quickly adds. “What trace?’’ I squeeze my fist. Whatever that trace is, it had better be completely worth it. “We are not sure if it's hers yet. I'm hoping we would find any piece left of her in the basement to conduct a DNA test.’’ “What did you find?’’ I stop on my tracks. Saxon hesitates. “We found blood prints.’’ My blood runs cold, electrifying thrills coursing down my spines as his words echoes in my head. “But we can't say for sure that it's hers yet until after the DNA test.’’ Saxon tu

The ground where his body had fallen. Then I followed her route. Not driving. Walking. I traced the path she had taken from the parking lot to her car, looking for anything she might have left behind. A strand of hair. A drop of blood. A footprint in the mud. I found a few things. A small tear in the fabric of her clothes, caught on a branch near the edge of the lot. A smear of blood on a brick wall where she had brushed past. I cleaned them all. I pulled the fabric free and put it in my pocket. I sprayed the blood until it disappeared. I smoothed the ground where her footprints had been.