Caramel Pecan Roll Murder Novels & Stories

the inspector paused, flipping through his notes “—it matches one used months ago in another murder. A man named Victor Adekoya. Does that name mean anything to you?” Nathan’s eyes widened. “I was just talking about him.” Dennis frowned. “Interesting. There’s more. Both crimes involve the same weapon—a modified CZ pistol, rarely used here. But that’s not the strange part. The real twist is this: that pistol was once seized in a cartel case involving a man named Roland Jackson.” Nathan froze. “Roland again.” “Yes,” Dennis said. “And your fingerprint was found on a surface near Caleb’s body.” For a moment, Nathan couldn’t speak. His grip tightened on the phone. “That’s impossible. I wasn’t any

All I could think of was the memory of the white cloth being pulled over Marie's lifeless body. I never thought Gigi would be the culprit who killed Marie. I couldn't stop myself from lunging at Gigi and choking her. "Annette! Have you lost your mind?" Zachary roared. He grabbed my arm and threw me aside, making me fall onto the ground.

Sterling would have made the perfect one to frame, as the con man had the means and opportunity to pull off the crime, and then plant the evidence against his kind and too trusting boss. “Well let’s pray Gerald is brought to justice quickly,” said Zen, “and then of course he’ll face his judgement from our Holy Father. Clyde will be missed, especially at mass…You have been most kind and gracious Mrs. Morten. And your pie is the best in Stillwater. I’d hate to be an imposition, but do you think I could use the powder room? You’re iced tea was just too good to resist.”

When we entered we were hit with the smell of incense and rosemary. “He was definitely expecting his lover last night,” I said, looking at the array of scented candles and incense that were still burning. Cassian crouched and called my attention, “Alpheus was right,” he said, “the murder happened here.” “And then his body was dragged out,” I noticed the trail of blood on the floor that led outside the door. I looked at my Beta, “Do you have any suspicions?” His eyebrows creased just a little bit but it was enough for me to notice that something did come to his mind.

He questioned in disbelief. "Yeah, you heard the gentleman correctly, Murphy. He said you're under arrest. What else do you want him to say?" Jacob retorted. "It was an emergency. I'm sorry I have no idea what you're talking about here gentlemen. I didn't commit any crime please." "Hold your peace Murphy. You killed the boss." "No, I didn't do it." "Then who else could it be? You brewed his last coffee and it was discovered that he died after drinking from the same coffee which you served him. How do you explain that?"

Owen smiles patiently, touched that she is so worried about him. “Yes, ma'am.” The sheriff tells her. “The cards.” Liv says suddenly and turns to face the sheriff. “You were talking about them when I woke up.” She recalls. “Yes, we were.” He agrees. “That is something that bothered me. Why there was a card after the first murder and then one more came, but after the other murders there was nothing. Also, the fact that the first murder was overly staged to look as if Owen had done it, but leaving the 'evidence' to incriminate him.” Liv says, almost like she is talking to herself.

Crunch. That must have been the final straw for Dad. He went to the study – scene of his particular shameful crime – and readied one of the antique weapons our Hollister ancestors had used in the hunt. He shot Aunt Paula first, then Mindy, and finally ate the barrel and blew his brains out. Good thing I had the alibi of having been on a train when it happened. Good thing none of them left a note. And a very good thing that the survivors aren't able to talk about what went on there at Pinewood those last few days.

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

Chef Smith instructed his assistant. Adam is a newly appointed employee and he is a little timid and shy. No one knows that he is under David's control and mixed poison in that steaming red velvet cake, that was just removed from the oven to kill Thea's baby. Unaware of the poison, the chef prepared the cake to send it to the mansion. David was observing everything through Adams's eyes. Later he released his hold on Adam knowing fully well that, he will not remember what he did. Roland and Emma along with celebrity chef Smith reached the mansion and arranged all the different flavors on a table for taste testing.

Most of the people were now focused on her uncle and his wife since the burial was over. She joined Jade over at the spot the latter was waiting for her. Jade handed her the envelope and she was quick to tear it open. “Ma'am, I was right. The old master was murdered in his study. They found out that he had consumed Diclofenac and everyone knows how badly it reacts to his body system. And lastly, handprints and marks were around his neck suggesting that he was strangled to death by someone...” Olivia staggered back as she confirmed everything Jade just said in the sheet of paper she was holding. Her hands shook slightly at the thought of her grandfather's murderer lurking around freely. He or