Chasing Lincoln's Killer Novels & Stories

she admitted softly, “but if it means nailing that bastard and finally giving you your freedom, it’s worth it.” Lincoln began outlining his plan then, the details unfolding like a blueprint — disguises, schedules, safe exits. He left no corner unexamined, no possibility unaccounted for. His precision should have reassured me, but instead it filled me with a sick, spiraling dread. Alan seemed to always be one step ahead of me at every turn, was there really a chance that we would be able to find anything?

The weight of something that had been missing for a long time and was still getting used to being present. "Go home," I said. "Sleep." "I will." He went inside. I took a car back to the hotel and called Elara. She was in Vancouver. Had flown in that afternoon, was at the hotel Claire had recommended near the gallery. "How was Julian?" she said. "Good. He showed me a photograph of Henry smiling at the record player." "Johnny Cash?" "Ring of Fire." She was quiet for a moment. "That's a full circle," she said.

He fast-forwarded the video, then played a segment showing the black Lincoln at a stoplight with Chase's vehicle in the center of the screen. Soon, Zheng Zi Qing's vehicle positioned diagonally behind the Lincoln, followed by a water truck stopping behind Chase's car. Moments after the water truck settled, the rear door of the Lincoln opened, and a figure quickly stepped out, disappearing from the camera's view. Though the footage didn't clearly capture the person's face, Reed knew it had to be Chase.

“I hope I’m not intruding. I’ll be leaving in a few minutes.” “Silly.” The old man got to her passenger seat before she even realized he was already sitting beside her. He must have unlocked the door from the opened window. “Glad you came. I told you we would see each other again. I hope this is just the beginning, Charleigh.” “I’m not staying, Mr. Chase. As soon as the ceremony is over, I’m driving back to the city.” “Cut the crap, Charleigh. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done introducing you to the folks. They need to know who’s behind the Cleighry. And don’t call me Mr. Chase. That was my son. Call me grandpa.”

, Damien asked in a cold tone as if warning them that they have entered the wrong territory. "Mr. Black, Lila Page was brutally murdered yesterday night and for the investigation we need to talk to Ms Rain.", one of the officers stated. My mind froze for a moment. Lila is dead! But how and why? Okay maybe we didn't share a good relationship and what she said yesterday was very cruel but still she was my sister and I never hated her. "Rain, angel?"

“I want to go back home. I really miss my family, I haven't seen them in two years but I can’t go back now. Willow answered truthfully. Abigail nodded like she understood her reason for not wanting to go back to her family the way she was and maybe she did, “Your family and your best friend can help you in destroying Harrison, you know that right?” Willow nodded, "I know that but that's not what I want. I want to destroy him with my own hands” Willow's eyes turned red with hate as she imagined wrapping her arms around Harrison and choking him to death. Oh, what sort of happiness she would feel from watching his eyes as he choked. He would be angry at first, try to command her to let him go s

He hops in the driver's seat, driving recklessly. Celine pressed the gun to the back of his head “Where are you heading? Are you also planning on abducting us for some cash?” “Who are you and why do you show much concern about this lady?” Henry questioned. “Im her d…” Celine paused.

All this years of Chase avoiding him and hating each other for no reason, he haven't been bothered about it. He believes Chase will get over whatever he thinks he did but as day passes by, Waylen realizes Chase is only getting worst. All these years, it haven't only been Chase trying to dig up what happened to Madison Harrison, He , Waylen have also been trying to bring the killer to book. He wanted to prove to Chase that he is innocent of the death of Madison. But the killer seem to have been old in the game, everything was neatly done, it's been four years and no trace have been done.

“Yes! Your darling Hunter killing your parents was not his first rodeo. He also killed someone when he was sixteen and he covered it up, all by himself. Up to now, no one has found the body or knows what happened to the person.” “Except me, of course.” The voice chuckled. Lin could feel the pressure in her head. Her mind was spinning and she could feel her stress climbing. What was the purpose of being in this tree? She wanted to know. Was it to make her feel like crap and also like killing someone? “Who are you?” She asked. “What do you want from me?” “You’re asking the wrong questions, Lin. What you should be asking is how do I make Hunter pay for what he did to my parents, and to that poo

Mary Lin softly whispered After seeing Mary Lin's retreating back, Duke Autumus sighed. The truth is he only told Mary half of the story. Even though the police caught the culprit who hit the car where Lilian and Quinlynn were in but the problem was the culprit turned crazy in his cell and killed himself. It was the same situation with the person who murdered Marquise Blaze and his wife. The photos he saw were gruesome and cruel for any average human eyes. Both of them died in a similar manner. He is afraid, one day they will come for his beloved daughter and his best friend’s child. Standing up from his desk, he slowly walked towards the huge French window. He looked up towards the night sk