Body Of Evidence Novel Novels & Stories

she said and I rolled my eyes. “you are so naive, Electra... The dead body police found was of a homeless man. I have the testimony of other homeless people who knew him. There is no way he can do that... that man died and your father placed the body with proofs so that case can be closed.” I said and she took a step toward me with anger...

She looked over as the crime scene techs trudged their way over to her side. She exchanged greetings with Simon Porter the coroner and his crew and they stood around for the first few seconds taking in the unusual sight of a body that had not expired due to natural causes. It was easy to tell from the odd positioning of the body that it was not a natural fall, if the fumes and scent of burnt flesh didn't already give it away. "A murder it is then." Detective Sparks looked at the coroner after his cryptic comment. "What do you mean?" "Well, after I got the call and heard all the particulars I thought for sure old Barney's cheese had fallen off his cracker." He popped a handful of peanuts from

“I confirm that” “Would you mind answering why you were there?”. I breathe in a sigh before I reply, just to ascertain that I'm not to be pushed around. “The Council Men's Wives Association invited me over for dinner. It was our first time ever meeting”. “So you've never been to this location before….yes?”. “Affirmative”. He writes something down in his notebook and I wonder what. “My sources say you were the first person to discover the body”. It's not a question, and I don't offer a reply either. “Can you explain your whereabouts before you came across the body?”.

I folded it small and looked around the sitting room for somewhere to put it that was not where things I wanted to keep had been disappearing from. My body. The one place he could not search without my knowing. I folded it smaller and put it in the waistband of my skirt, flat against my skin, the paper cool and specific against my hip. Evidence. The beginning of a new record. Written not in my handwriting this time but in the language of Carlisle's own lawyers, in the formal and unambiguous language of documents designed to be undeniable. He had taken everything he thought mattered. He had not taken this. He had not taken the knowledge assembled in the place below consciousness where I kept

"You need to see this." “See what?” I snapped, taking a step toward him. He shrank back, but I didn’t care. My patience was gone, burned away by the fire raging inside me. The man took a step back, hesitating. He looked between me, Raúl, and Enrique before he managed to choke out. “It’s… it’s a body.” Clara let out a choked gasp, her hand flying to her mouth. Diane’s face went white, clutching the table for support, her entire body trembling.. Even Raul, usually so composed, looked shaken.

' 'See me at nine - bring coffee and cake. I’d started the day having to consider if my friends were murderers. Something in the story still didn’t add up. Was it possible Sid knew nothing about the events before the police told her? Was Vera truly clueless at that moment when my father phoned to announce the bloodbath at the cottage? Her behaviour made me believe she already knew the Walkers were dead. Was I being duped by a couple of crooks? I didn’t think so, but doubts kept returning. If they had contrived this whole plot to rid themselves of a blackmailer with a habit, was my life in danger, too?

— Eleanor Blackwood — East Access Hall — Reason: Observation Visit Her throat closed up. The sentence reeked of privilege. Of someone who could build deceptions well enough not to raise an eyebrow. She made a rubbing of the message with a charcoal pencil and was careful not to smudge the original. Stashed it at the back of her notebook. Evidence would not allow her to go to jail. But it would prepare her. And Leya had lost all hope for justice years and years ago. Now, she found leverage. --- West Parlor – Meanwhile

Bella is looking at the dead man's tattoo on his hand, while Amelia is trying hard not to puke. "Bella, how are you even keeping your breakfast down? This stench and the sight of the body is making me sick" Amelia complained. Bella has seen dead bodies before. She even shot a person and encouraged Kai's men to kill her kidnappers. Even she is finding it hard not to gag. It stinks. But she realized one thing. Someone, whom she strongly suspect to be Aiden himself, is trying to trap Kai. If they have a chance to save Kai and the Deluca's from this mess, then she has to gather as many evidence of this body as she can. If they could detect who this dead body belongs to, then it would solve half

“What’s that?” Olivia’s hand trembled. “I was about to ask you.” He tilted his head, his expression innocent. “I don’t remember putting that there.” And maybe he didn’t. Maybe it was the dementia. Maybe. But Olivia no longer knew if she believed him. That early morning, she returned to her desk to write. Her laptop screen flickered on by itself. A new line appeared, Chapter Five, The Husband Helps Her Hide the Bodies. Olivia’s blood turned to ice.

I began, narrowing my eyes and tilting my head just slightly, “Since we’re in the discovery phase, I’d like to formally request all the crime scene photos and the entire collection of evidence your side possesses.” He raised a skeptical eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the directness of my request. “Photos and evidence? All of it?” “Yes,” I replied, not breaking eye contact. “Every single bit.” He sighed heavily, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. “Very well. I’ll have them sent to you,” he said, pulling out his phone. He tapped away for a moment, his lips pressing into a tight line. The soft ping of my phone moments later signaled the receipt of the photos. “However, just to se