Chasing Lincoln's Killer Novels & Stories

I set my glass down and pulled up my laptop. I had already been digging into his business for weeks, but now I was going deeper. There were hidden accounts, offshore businesses under false names, land purchases that didn’t make sense. I clicked through files, piecing together a puzzle that had been right in front of me all this time. Then I saw it. A transaction. A massive amount of money funneled into an account two days before Christopher was killed. My heart pounded. This wasn’t just corruption. This was murder. I grabbed my phone, my hands tightening into fists.

Flint was getting antsy too, and I couldn't blame him. Lincoln slammed the car in park, and we both jumped out, looking around before we rushed into the forest that lined the backside of the parking lot. Our shoes, thudding the wet asphalt as we ran. "We shift when we're just outside the perimeter. I will head in first, have the other stay on the outskirts. I want them ready to catch the hunters trying to flee. Lincoln nodded. "I know this isn't the right time and all, but I'm excited to see you in action." I laughed at him.

“The rear windows of the Lincoln are tinted. The killer had driven out with speed and with both headlights off.” “Did he say what he made of the frame of the person who drove the Lincoln?” “A man, he says. But, wouldn't swear to it. The Lincoln had driven out of the gate in haste, and he could be wrong.” Rico said nothing but stood thinking, and Cain went on.

Joaqin catches his breath as he chases a criminal which is a massacre murder suspect. They have been trying to catch the man for 3 months and they finally discovered his location. The man started running as soon as he revealed that he’s a police. “Need my help?” He heard Linus’ voice in his head. Joaqin ignored the demon and kept running in hopes of chasing the man but he already lost him. He looked around and there’s so many possible route he have taken.

He is not motivated to catch the bastard who killed our sister. A slight pause followed. ‘But it is not so simple for us, now is it?’ continued Rishabh stiffly. ‘Our lives can never be normal again unless we find out who the murderer is.’ ‘What is it ... I mean what do you want me to do?’ Arya asked, pleadingly. ‘I am not that sharp you know. God ... I am not even sure whether I will pass all the subjects this year ... if I know any better ... my involvement will only slow things down ...’

The courage I have within me melted away that instant. You don't want to do this I whispered , my voice cracking. He raised the tip of the pistol towards the ear, he laughed darkly. Why not? He pressed. I swallowed the weight of my throat, shutting my eyes with tears while thinking about the last hope of living because of my baby is about to vanish with the wind Because you can't afford to hurt the innocent baby in my womb, won't you? I fired while crying more. He laughed more loudly. The fetus in your womb made this killing more interesting, I was paid to kill you because of this fetus.

For the ledger that would not be made into someone else’s weapon. We rode into the morning with our choices made. The hunt had changed into a race for control of the narrative.

I said nothing, just rubbed my temple, feeling the heaviness return. Damien watched me carefully. "So," he said after a moment, "what do you want to do, Serena? Should we go to him? Or are you going to change your mind and let the case die down? Because if we leave it to the police, they'll never find Maxwell's killers." "As much as I hate the idea of getting involved with a drug dealer," I said slowly, "I hate the idea of the people who kidnapped Sophia walking free even more. If going to him is my only option, then I’ll take it."

Lincoln asked the receptionist desperately. The woman blinked. “Yes. A few minutes ago.” My chest tightened. "Did you see which way he went?" “No, sorry. He left in a hurry,” another worker added. “He drove off immediately so we can't say which way he went.” Silence hit me like a truck. He knew. He knew that we would soon recognize him and so he ran away. Which meant it was true. It really was him. Dr. Charles murdered my mother. Lincoln looked furious beside me.

I guess, I never assumed he would use his daughter for his dirty work. I couldn’t even hide the side of me that was curious to see how this would unravel. What he would say I did. How I stalked her. Just saying that, even in my head, made me want to burst into laughter. “I know this will probably die down in seconds, but Ford isn’t the type to just give up. This isn’t the only ammunition he has.” I nodded. I already knew that. “So, we have to be ,ore prepared then him. Steps ahead of him. He already has one up aghast us.”