Burari Case Diary Notes Novels & Stories

stated Evander matter-of-factly. “What?” I asked and pulled out of Andrew’s embrace. “Are you sure?” “Yup. I can tell by the scent left behind.” I looked over at Osiris and he was nodding his head in agreement. “I guess that makes what I found missing not so interesting.” “What’s missing?” Andrew asked. “A set of case notes from an older case. The case has been resolved, all appeals exhausted. From a quick inventory it appears that’s the only thing missing.” “Sweetness, are you sure it’s missing? That sounds pretty specific,” questioned Evander.

Ryan Fisher’s office was a large room, there was a desk at the middle; typically, Diana was expecting to see books and other office stuffs. There was nothing of such, what filled the desk were pieces of marijuana, different bottles of whiskey, different colored pills, Diana couldn’t make out the colors of each because of the dim light, but it was certain that the colors wasn’t the same. That wasn’t all, a match box and lighter were also on the desk and finally, bunch of hundred dollar notes; bundled in maybe ten thousand each, Diana couldn’t tell.

He was working for Benjamin, and given the current development I'm sure as hell that he wasn't working in my favor. “Case number 2847, State vs. Larissa Knowles,” the clerk’s voice boomed, as we all settled down. The case started off with the prosecutor presenting evidence, the first which was a personal diary that supposedly belonged to Lara. “Your Honour, this is the personal diary of Ms. Lara Sylvester, the victim in this case,” the prosecutor announced, handing it over to the bailiff, who in turn gave it to the judge. “In it, she expresses concerns about her safety due to Ms. Knowles' insecurities and erratic behavior.”

“There is a life in my belly, my child, I hope you will outlive our ancestors and me, your mother. That is my only wish, for you to live long and end the curse in our lineage.” “It was a life diary of the wife, but what kind of curse is she talking about?” as he flipped to the next page a photo slipped. It was the family of the deceased owner of the diary. The blonde wife and husband and the baby, which he can’t define since it was still small. When he turned the photo around, there was a note. March 16, 19xx Our first family photo, my little baby, is a gift from heaven. Barrett’s first birthday!

I cussed, holding my forehead. "This can't be it! There has got to be more!" I couldn't wrap my head around why anyone would lock a series of books inside a heavy safe and bury it. Frustrated, I picked up a hardback notebook, snapped the straps, and opened it. A cursive handwriting came into view. There were dates on each page of the book. I read the first page. "October 19, 1999. Entry for Research 16." "Dear diary,

Zane switched on the overhead lights, revealing rows of old cabinets, sealed boxes, shelves stacked with journals, and several filing containers arranged carefully against the walls. Damien exhaled slowly. “He really kept everything.” “I told you.” The two of them split up naturally, searching through different sections of the room while papers shifted softly around them. Most of the materials were old research documents. Lab observations. Recovery reports. Medical records. Damien opened one of the thick journals resting near the corner shelf and immediately froze when he saw his own name written across the first page. SUBJECT D — PHYSICAL RESPONSE OBSERVATIONS. His jaw tightened slightly. H

In the past, I had a lot of incidents where I went through all this, but right now I wanted to be robust. I opened the diary and placed it in front of him. The only page I needed to show him was where he wrote that one sentence. 5 October 1998 Today, my daughter Lyra Brown is born. His eyes went wide as he read what he wrote two decades ago in his diary.

Milo and Reggie leave the papers and photos for me to look through more carefully when I feel better. I pick up a picture of the front of a binder. There is a sticker on the front in Kas’s neat, loopy handwriting that says ‘Menae Notes’. The next few photos show snapshots of the contents. Cut outs from home decorating magazines, information about new appliances, upholstery samples, and furniture.

He looked at me, and he was boring holes in me. I couldn’t move and stand there like someone has pressed a pause button. But Damien move forward and bent to pick up the Diary in his hand. I didn’t know if he was aware of this diary or not. He opened the first page and his eyes get wide in recognition. It won’t need any rocket science to know whose diary it is as a big picture was attached on its first page. He close his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself, but I know I was doomed today.

Nora reached into the deep pocket of her apron, pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook with frayed edges, and handed it to me with trembling fingers. "I found this accidentally while cleaning the maids' quarters," Nora whispered, leaning in close. "It's Tessa's personal diary. She hid it under her mattress frame. Luna, she wrote down everything, the dates she met Dr. Vance's apprentice, how much Lady Bianca paid her, even how they planned to execute the blood swap on the Capital Board team!" I took the small book, flipping through the handwritten pages under the narrow beam of moonlight. The entries were meticulous, detailed, and utterly damning.