Caramel Pecan Roll Murder Novels & Stories

“The coffee isn’t bad here, and they have the best blueberry scones you’ve ever tasted.” He bought two coffees and two blueberry scones, and we sat where we could watch the entrance. Nothing was said out loud, but we both felt the need to be vigilant. Allen took a folder from his briefcase and handed it to me. “It’s another murder case,” he said. “A young Beta male is accused of a murder he claims not to remember. He has no criminal background whatsoever.” I took the file as his phone rang. Allen spoke briefly to someone and seemed dazed for a moment.

Cassie POV We all stood there staring at the “Jack Russel cop" as he stepped toward Boss, handcuffs dangling from his fingers. “What's your evidence?” Boss demanded to know, a mix of anger and terror on his face. “I didn't touch the girl!” The DNA swabs confirmed that Miss Parker was pregnant with Mr. Maretti’s baby. That was clearly his motive for killing her.” The other cop put his hands on his hips and shook his head as he said scornfully, “didn't touch the girl? Then how was she pregnant with your baby?”

BRANDON Four weeks later, preceding Alfio’s case investigation, the prosecution office has Marcus Katrakis and Annette Teller arrested by the UK police and transported to New York, where they committed the crime of murder. I am now facing the man who killed Mom and Elga, with a glass wall dividing us. He has a number plate over the left breast of a gray uniform, wearing the same as the rest of the criminals inside.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she swept a cold, mocking gaze over the crowd. "The Memory Decryptor is new, so some data corruption is to be expected. Maybe Wendy altered the memories in her final moments in a bid to drag Roland down with her. After all, she was even capable of killing her own in-laws." Another of Roland's subordinates rushed in, face pale. "Chief Turner! There's been another murder in the south district. The victim was gouged of flesh and had their bones severed. The method is identical to the previous cases." Roland staggered to his feet. When he saw me sitting lifeless in the chair, his entire body shook.

“Please forgive Detective Sullivan. The kid who died was only sixteen. He overdosed on some weird drug that literally melted his insides. He was found in an alley two blocks away. Had a lighter with the Thorn Club's logo and something that might have been the club's stamp on his wrist.” The detective opened his briefcase and pulled out a photo. He placed it on the coffee table and slid it toward me. It was a picture of the victim. Rowan and I looked at it before exchanging meaningful looks. My stomach roiled. We knew that kid, not from the club, though. His name was Connor Rollins, the son of Jerome and Monique Rollins. Calvin Rollins's younger brother.

That exact moment flashed vividly in her mind. Olivia just had a nightmare about that incident last night, and now she was triggered by it again upon hearing the name of the man whom they killed—Paul Ostin. There could be plenty of people with the name Paul Ostin but there was definitely no way every single of them was killed by a gangster ten years ago. The blonde did not even know that the man had a child, which made her feel even more sick.

She had been indoors and didn't check the news, hoping that when she returned to work the next morning, she'd either hear that Annabel had an accident and has been hospitalized or something else that would make her day, only for her to hear that Annabel survived and when she wanted to make a run for it, she was caught by the police. “I'll assume you have nothing to say. You're obviously guilty of everything we've been saying here and for that, you, Miss. Jacinthe Carlos, are under arrest for attempted murder on the life of Mr. Roland D. Ville and Ms. Annabel Walter. You have the right to remain silent for whatever you say or do will be used against you in the court of law. You're also entitl

Now, she was dumping all the blame onto him. He suddenly pointed at Laura and shouted, “What nonsense are you talking about? How can a medical malpractice be pinned on me? Did you forget? I’m just an intern! I can’t even recognize all the surgical instruments! If you hadn’t insisted on making me the lead surgeon, would I have stepped onto the operating table? You were the one who mistook your own mother for Felix’s mother and deliberately handled the surgery carelessly! You’re the real murderer! You brought this on yourself. You killed your own mother!” The police had originally assumed this was just a simple civilian dispute, so they hadn’t expected it to involve a death. Their expressions

"How did Winona get poisoned? Look into this right away! Find out who she came in contact with at the bar!" The man next to him nodded right away. "Yes, Mr. Graham. I'll check the surveillance footage right now." At this point, I smiled happily. I stopped Yvonne in my last life, but she ended up making sure I died a horrible death. This time, I wanted to see how Sean would torture her to death.