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she was like sending her conclusions to my brain through her stare. Is it possible that Hero or Kervin has something to do with the murder cases? I did not ask how she remembered things up anymore, her black book was lifted up already, facing me, dates, and people involved in the event were written on the page, a figure of the badge was clearly drawn with descriptions beside it. Someone’s POV

Yuri immediately knew what was coming next, the moment that the captain of the Phantoms had mentioned Raven Gate’s name. “The FBI believed that Reiko Tatsuyama’s death isn’t an accident, but a clever murder disguised as one,” said Riou. “And they’re right. But her murderer has never been found, though we have reason to believe that it was her student who had sabotaged the trick that resulted in Reiko Tatsuyama’s death. All done in order to get to Reiko Tatsuyama’s book of tricks which is a book full of details and description about each trick, as well as how to actually carry it out. After Reiko Tatsuyama’s death, her book of tricks mysteriously vanished from her belongings which made us bel

I dared to ask and leaned back again. He let the smoke out of his lungs and gave me a quick look, as if he was wondering whether to ignore me or drive straight away because I had the impudence to speak to him before the end of work. “A killing at the city monument. A proles landed in one of the installed traps. " So nothing really dangerous.

Greying hair was cut short on either side of his head and his face was handsome. I hadn’t realised he was handsome before and he didn’t look as old as I was told. There had only been one photo I had seen and they didn’t really look like the same person. Only I knew they were. This was Elio. Crime boss, murderer, future husband if my stupid brother got his way. One deep breath , and then another and my finger curled around the trigger. I was going to kill the man in the hotel room across from me, and when I was done I was going to fucking kill my brother for putting me in this situation to begin with.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

And the person responsible was still out there. After days of interrogation the confession came without hesitation. “I did it.” The interrogation room fell into a stunned silence as Jacob sat across from the officers, his hands cuffed, his expression calm—too calm for a man admitting to murder. There was no trembling, no attempt to retract his words. Just certainty. His name was Jacob , a construction worker with no prior record, no visible connection to Ethan Cross—at least, none that had surfaced before. But the evidence spoke for him. CCTV footage placed him at the center of it all. The cameras had captured every calculated movement: Jacob behind the bar, pouring the red wine, his hand st

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 16 . "The book of death?!" Elena repeated Bonnie's words as if she didn't hear what she said the first time. "Yh, the book of death. Now can you please let me decipher this stuff? Your noise is disturbing me" Bonnie said as a matter of fact to Elena who nodded and walked towards the window, wondering why the book of death would be the key. Alex was busy texting Fay and the sound of the keypad was disturbing Bonnie who rolled her eyes and scoffed. She turned to face Alex who noticed her and arched a brow at her.

” He adds handing me one of the glasses. “I understand.” I confirm, nodding my head, before gulping down the transparent liquid. I wasn’t allowed to ask questions and normally I wouldn’t think about it twice, but Victor seemed personally invested in this case. He never gets attached to assassinations. They are always clean when I do them, but the fact that he had to point it out means there’s something more to it. “Who told you this?” I question Lilith while stroking her soft brown hair. I am not admitting this… yet, but I was only the weapon and there was someone else handling me.

"I tried drying with iron, but I burned the pages." Who dries a book with an iron? Couldn't he borrow my hair dryer? "My book. Where is it?" "Wait here." He ducked into his room whilst I tried to control my anger. Alina, it was just a book. It didn't matter. You could buy another. You could read it again and paste the notes. But that was my book. Nobody messes with my book. He burnt my book. He murdered my book. He was a murderer. "Your book." I stared at the almost destroyed cover and opened to find dark brown iron marks and spilled coffee marks. "We will go to book shopping."

“What?” “Your sister, she was murdered,” T tells me, strolling forward to slide his arms through the cell. I take a few steps back in response, until my back hits the wall. There’s no way I’m moving from this spot. “How?” I ask softly. He shrugs loosely, and taps his nose again. Oh boy, I could kill him. Time for me to use my own manipulation tool. “What’s the book for?”