Novel & Cerita Body Of Evidence Novel

The evidence sat on the kitchen island in the neutral, unashamed way of physical objects that do not know what they are the remnants of. I looked at the evidence. I looked at it for a moment in the honest way, not the way of a woman documenting it, not the professional receiving of information, but the way of a woman standing in a kitchen at early morning looking at the proof that the previous evening had been real. It had been real. I filled the kettle.

"A dead man... has just become our most dangerous witness." ​The First Evidence ​Elsewhere, a sleek black sedan came to a stop beneath an abandoned bridge. Owen Briggs climbed into the back seat, where Nathaniel Hawthorne was already waiting. ​"Were you followed?" Nathaniel asked smoothly. ​Owen shook his head. "No." ​Nathaniel handed him a thick envelope stuffed with stacks of cash. "You've done well." ​Owen smiled greedily, counting the money. "What about the wedding evidence?" ​Nathaniel turned his gaze toward the window. "It's time."

“It was a mistake for me to say that you see but you don’t observe, because, in the very beginning, you didn’t know where to look! You were twisting the facts to suit whatever theory you have in that pesky little brain of yours instead of theorizing from the facts— Whoa! Two detectives! One real and one fake— Isn’t this exciting? “Is there anyone filming this? This particular story of one corpse, two detectives, and three evidences must have some sort of a record, hmm? Yes, there are three evidences to prove Major Vargas’ innocence; three evidences to prove that this boring Club President is absolutely incorrect. I would really love to have a record of his face once I reveal my deductions. “

With her Umbrella crashing into everyone’s faces, and clutching her microphone, she fired with full ammunition upon Nash. “Kylie Marrow for London Wharf reporting, a body has been found, ripped to pieces in Mayfair this evening. Witnesses are yet to confirm where the body came from, but cult groups are already gathering, in pure belief that this is the beginning of the end. The body believed to be a young woman is the fourth……” Suddenly in one smooth movement, Nash propelled his body forward, pushing the reporter and her umbrella into the crowd that had emerged behind her. Detective Inspector Smith shook his head violently

My bodyguards follow us. We passed between the shelves until we reached the end of the corridor. I am stunned when a bookshelf slides out of place. A retinal scan becomes visible, and Sarah uses it and enters a code, causing the steel door to open. Boby, Sarah's main bodyguard, tells the rest to stay there, and the 3 of us go in. The door closes behind us, and the noise of the bookcase hiding the door is audible. We advance down a corridor, and she opens the door at the end. That was her Cabinet. If all the bosses hid their safe places so well, it's no wonder Interpol doesn't know where to find evidence.

"He's rigged. He's" The body detonated. Not violently. Just a small charge designed to destroy anything that tried to move the corpse. Designed by someone who understood that bodies could become evidence. Designed by someone who was still, even in death, being orchestrated. Magdalena's voice came through speakers they didn't know existed.

“We’re going to step around the body. Don’t look. You won’t get that image out of your head.” I readied myself as we were walking past. I couldn’t help myself. I looked, though Elijah was there. He was moving as we did, an extra barrier between us and the body. Body. As in deceased. Jesus. Ashton had killed a man in my apartment. And I’d seen the whole thing. I was a Mafia witness. But—this was at my place. My home. That guy was trying to pick my lock. If Ashton hadn’t . . . I started shaking. My knees were knocking against each other, and my legs were getting all wobbly.

What did she mean, gone? “That’s impossible,” I snapped, my voice rising despite myself. “You said it was safe. You said no one knew about it!” “I thought it was safe!” she shot back, her voice trembling now. “But when I went to check this morning… it was gone. Completely gone. The storage was empty, Haven. There’s nothing left!” The body was gone. That wasn’t just evidence, it was the only thing tying me to what had happened that night. The only thing that could prove…

One of them spoke. Van’s eyes widened. "That’s mine." He quickly claimed. He almost forgot about the books he had to sell. Besides that problem, he doesn’t know how to feel about not seeing the dead body. His mind was left with tons of questions. Did the woman survive like he did? Or did that creature hide the body? Or maybe he ate the whole body?! Van shuddered at the thought. He shook his head and tried not to imagine that image in his head. The problem was, no would believe anything he said unless there was evidence.

My footsteps were slow, heavy, and ringing in the hall as I walked toward her. Everyone stepped aside for me, bowing their heads, their eyes following every step I took. “The evidence is right there,” I continued. “The letters you secretly sent to your father’s former men. The testimony from the maid you bribed, using your husband as bait. It’s all there.” I stopped just a few steps away from her. My eyes locked on hers, and I could see her starting to shake. Sweats are starting to form on her forehead. “Am I wrong about all of this, Novene?”