Body Of Evidence Novel Novels & Stories

Tracing the source of the drops, I climbed the stairs to the first floor, and there, I discovered a body lying on the ground. The sight of a body in this abandoned place filled me with fear, especially when I saw that the drops were coming from a pool of blood beside the body. My heart raced as I observed the lifeless body more closely. I wanted to leave immediately but I noticed something peculiar about the body. The hand of the body had a similar bracelet I had seen in Rose's wrist that night at the Midnight Encounter Bar. "My goodness, please let this not be what I am thinking." I thought to myself.

Elliot says, pointing to a spot in the woods, “The police are there now. And I’m going to warn you, you will need to brace yourselves.” I nod, and venture into the clearing where he points. The police are there, cataloging evidence and taking samples. I see what looks like a body, and I’m confused. What in the hell am I looking at? It’s August who realizes it first, and he pales immediately. “Dora,” he says tightly, as if his throat is constricted, “It’s Dora, she’s gone.” As I get closer I realize that my grandfather is correct. The body of Dora lies in the field, with an ax embedded in her skull. I back away, horrified. Was it Sebastian? But how? And why?

“But close enough that if you tug it, her world moves.” I stared at the web again. Burner pings at the turnout. Missing employee route. Number tied to Tessa’s circle. It wasn’t proof in the way a jury needed. Not yet. But it was enough to shape a subpoena, enough to craft a motion, enough to put pressure on the right people. Enough to make someone panic. I lifted my eyes to Roger. “Do you know what this means?” “It means the body was placed,” he said. I nodded once. “And it means the tip wasn’t some local who woke up and decided to be helpful.”

“We don’t open this here.” A cold certainty settled between them. They were holding evidence. Something dangerous enough to warrant secrets, shadows, and death. Nova closed the journal and clutched it to her chest. “We finish what he started,” Nova said. Damian looked at her, truly looked, and nodded once. “With you, always.”

"We don't need to search for the evidence in a hurry. Let's find the culprit first." "Miss Elizabeth, in fact, we've found a body at the scene. After the car fell down, it exploded, and the body inside had been burned to crisp. Judging from the estimated height of the deceased, it is indeed very similar to that of Mr. Garcia. In addition, the DNA test has been completed..."

He pulled out a body covered by a white sheet and gently rolled it to the center of the room. When the sheet was pulled back, the sight was… familiar. Stitches crisscross the corpse, a result of the autopsy, but the gaping hole where the heart should be is the most striking feature. My eyes scanned the body, moving from the feet to the face, and something in the man’s features sent a chill down my spine. A strange familiarity. I glanced at Nathaniel and saw the same confusion mirrored in his eyes. “Gamma Nikolai,” I said, my voice steady despite the unease crawling through me, “can you ask him to turn the body around?”

“His wife.” The jury by the side of the courtroom jot something down and I smile. I’m totally fucked. “Do you have any evidence of his death?” the judge asks and the lawyer turns toward her again and brings forward new evidence. “We do, your honour. A few days ago, Jim Page’s body was discovered buried outside of Vancouver.”

He stopped at the sight of the body and his eyes went downcast. “Good, you’re here,” I said to him. “Seal off this place. Make sure no one else comes within fifty feet of this place.” “Yes Alpha.” And then he went off to keep back the nosy onlookers from approaching further. I stared at the body intently, looking for clues. “Find anything?” Katie asked me. I furrowed my brows as I looked closer. The man’s hands, there was blood in his hands. I saw pieces of flesh stuck in his nails, almost concealed but my perfect eyesight caught it.

Third person pov: The very first rule Silas ever learned, long before Black Tide was anything more than a whisper was that coincidences never existed. To him, coincidence was just a fairy tale people told themselves when they were too scared to admit that someone smarter was pulling the strings. So, when the report came in about the body, the clean cuts, the careful placement, the lack of a loud message, Silas didn’t bother asking who did it. He asked, “Why right now?”

“Photos?” I nodded my head and continued to keep my voice cool and even. “Oh, yes. Agatha’s body, although affected by the outside elements, was still able to show previous traumas. Lorenzo and I have been spending a lot of time collecting the data and evidence we need in order to see this case through.” For the first time since he’d sat down, Cruz appeared uneasy. Perhaps it was hearing words such as ‘data’ and ‘evidence’ that caused him to lose his composure.