Chris Mclean Crimes Novels & Stories

Grace asked. “Because He didn’t love her, He probably loved the idea of them being together”. Gerard spat out, Grace looked at him and she saw his eyes that held so much anger and disgust in them. “What do you mean?”. Grace asked, she was scared to know the answer, because somehow she felt she already knew it. “Mr Black abused her for the longest time, but the news never covered it”. Gerard said., “Even after their breakup the media covered everything, they deleted every post about them, if you search you would find nothing—“.

Paige was speechless. She did not give up on persuading Chris. “Look, murder is a crime. You won’t get away with killing me. I don’t think you would want to throw your life away because of me, right? It’s not worth it.” Chris smirked. “Do you think I’ll do the job myself?” Paige said, “It’s still a crime to mastermind a murder. You’ll be convicted.” Chris uttered, “If I do it, I’ll make sure the plan is foolproof. Don’t worry. I won’t throw my life away because of you.”

MIRABEL “You must be a fool to think that this is over. I don’t care for how long I’m gone but I will forever be in the shadow haunting you for what you’ve done to me,” Chris said to my face, Giveon standing behind me. The court has ruled the case in my favour and the girls who came to stand as witnesses and with the proof dropped against him, Chris has been sentenced to twenty years in prison with no probation. His dad tried to use his connection and was exposed by my grandpa who had already expected such actions from him and was stripped of his position.

He needs to tell this to Joaqin. He hurriedly dialed his number, the line started ringing and Chris felt himself sweating. He needs to make sure that the culprit is caught. He still hasn’t done it for his parents but he has the chance to do it for his classmate and he will do it at all cost. “I can’t believe I’m helping you solve a murder case for free.” Damien mumbled. “Free? You already have my soul and you still think this is for free?” Chris answered the demon as he waits for Joaqin to pick up his phone.

"—following the submission of anonymous evidence linking him to the plane crash ten years ago that claimed multiple lives including the lives of his business rival Steven Morris and his wife." The image changed and it showed the live broadcast of my father being pushed out of the Robbinson mansion, handcuffs in hand with armed police following behind. His face was tight with fury, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed as officers escorted him through a swarm of cameras. The same face that had loomed over my childhood. The same eyes that had taught me what fear looked like. "And additionally," the anchor continued "sources confirm the evidence also connects Mr. Robinson to the unresolved Smith family

On the day of trial, Chris and Valerie walked into the police station. “I would like to open a case against Chase Malvins.” “And I would like to open a case against Tasha Donaldson.” Since Chase had decided to play dirty, they had decided they might as well get into the mud. Chase wasn’t a saint, he had his own share of criminal offenses. His attempts to sabotage Chris’ health had come to light. When Chris had left for the countryside, he had been forced to change a doctor in order to access one that was nearer. He found out that he was none diabetic and that he had toxic traces of beta blockers in his body. Chris was examined by three more doctors and they had the same result.

A small coldness crept into my chest. “Know what?” I asked. Mr. Smith cleared his throat, voice dropping low. “Chris had a psychotic case. A very severe one. He killed a boy he was seeing in Chicago. The boy cheated on him. And Chris… he lost it.” My chest stiffened. Color drained from my face so fast it felt like the floor moved. The doctor knew Chris' name and the fact that he was into boys. So… “What?” I whispered. But it didn’t even sound like my voice.

“This is deliberate.” Mia’s breathing turned uneven. “Allen… wouldn’t…” Chris didn’t interrupt. He let her finish the thought herself. “…unless he knew,” she said finally. Chris swallowed. “I think he does.” He clicked deeper into archived legal disputes. A red-flag database flickered open. His eyes scanned rapidly. Fraud allegation. Three years ago. Case dismissed due to insufficient evidence. Another case. Financial misrepresentation. Settled privately. Chris’s stomach turned slightly. “Iris…” he said slowly, “she has a history.”