Blood Trace Intact Novels & Stories

"What is she doing here? Is this case tied to something in Narcos?" "Perhaps," I say, absentmindedly still staring at the woman. "There was no identification on the victim, was there?" "No," "We will have to wait for fingerprint analysis or blood work to come back," "Man, that could take days," "Then we find something else in the meantime," The road finally clears up and I push through, following the long line of traffic the police cruisers have caused.

Despite the safety measures, they couldn’t help but feel anxious while their admiration for Frederic grew. "Captain! We’ve found something!" one of the investigators suddenly shouted, pulling out a portable camera and eagerly snapping pictures of the windowsill. "I’ve got something here too!" "Me as well!" Voices echoed one after another. On the window sills, they found traces of blood—despite the rain after the crime, the blood became visible under luminol. Jorge, who was standing on the rooftop, silently connected the dots between the bloodstains found by his team.

Drake shook his head and looked around the room for any evidence before I frowned when I saw that there were cracked areas, and the smell of blood hit my nostrils making me frown as I walked toward the burnt spot of blood. Blood often left a spot regardless of burned, unlike water, it left a spot where it had happened. However, us finding any sign or fingerprints in this burnt place was going to be somewhat difficult. I looked down on the floor, getting down on my knees as I tried to catch a scent around, any scent that seemed odd or off, but all I could smell was fire. Whoever did this didn’t only want to mask their crime, but they also wanted to mask the smell. They wouldn’t have left the

He puhsed open a door to an empty room and motioned me to go in. “No. We just- can we get more of your blood?” “My blood?” “Yes.” “Did you find something?” “Do you know your parents? How much you know about your parents?” “I know enough. What do you want to know?” I narrowed my eyes at Blaine and he shook his head, taking in a deep breath. “So, after you went away, one of the interns checked the blood once again before he had to discard it,” Blaine said. “And?” I looked at him, my heart strangely fluttering. “Did the vanished markers come back? The gene for the dragon or whatever the doctor told?”

Now, even dead or dying, I still could. I started walking in circles. I needed to think. If he were hurt, he wouldn’t go far. If she helped him, then she’s hiding him somewhere. And if she’s lying to me, that changes everything. The smell of gasoline and metal came back. Another car was approaching. Two of my men came down, rifles in the back. "Did you find anything?" The youngest hesitated. "Blood, sir. But no bodies." "What about traces?" "They disappear after a few meters. As if it had been dragged."

He couldn’t seem to get his eyes off it. What the hell are you? His gaze was on the room, everything was basically destroyed, what could have happened down here. He moved around flashing his torch at each corner. Imagining the scenario. Probably a beast or something. Squatting, he traces the blood on the ground and saw an eyes plucked off. “Detective Sean!” “There’s nothing, absolutely nothing about the fingerprint, it doesn’t exist. It can’t be traced to anyone.” He touched the blood with his finger tips. Smushed them together.

They cross the police line and went inside the place. “I don’t think she’s still here.” Lizzie looked around. Linda was holding her mouth as she took in the sight before her. John was already a few meters away from them and looking here and there. “We need to find at least some clue on where she might be.” With that, Linda separated from Lizzie to look for Amilia’s trace. John was looking at below the cars when he spotted a dark stain on the ground. He inspected it more closely. It had already seeped through the ground. It looked like blood.

It took a moment of consideration to determine they must have carried her through there. He followed the trail until it ended in the parking lot, which meant they had a vehicle waiting. Small drops of blood littered the ground from the walkway all the way to where they must have parked. It was from a different source than the blood in the hotel room, but still not Emily's blood. A slight smile tugged one corner of his mouth. His mate hadn't gone easily or quietly. Which didn't help him find her, but it was good to know she was still in fighting shape.

“It’s not. The body has no sign of a physical attack. And if he was, there would be a trace of his blood on the forest ground. She must have imagined it.” I sigh, frustrated. How are we going to catch someone who can successfully steal a man from the back of a hunt without a trace? “Well, it is the only information we got and I don’t think we should discard it just yet.” I say and he shrugs. “We need more intel.”

Heely continues, “And the weapon? What do you have to say about the weapon?” Powell looks upward, as if thinking deeply before replying, “The blood sample found in the blade matches that of the victim. However, there is no saying if the suspect was the one who used it, since no finger prints were found.” I sigh in relief, but conceal it. victory was still not guaranteed, so I have to wait. Heely nodes as a long silence passes, until finally she speaks up, “Your witness, Ms Arahoz.”