Christine Paolilla Crime Scene Novels & Stories

Christine smiled innocently and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t give us that bullshit,” Vic hissed. “You’re the only one who had physical contact with me today.” As he spoke, he approached Christine and squatted down by the side of the pool. “I’m innocent until proven guilty.” Christine leaned back and spread her legs playfully. “Isn’t that how the law works?” Her breasts floated on the surface of the water, and the men could make out the faint outline of her vulva. “I don’t know anything about any pills,” she said. “But if they’re so important, why not just ask the doctor to give you more? What are they for anyway?”

“You know who you’re accusing of being Blade Knuckles.” “We do,” Breanna rubbed her palms. “We also have eyewitness testimony.” “From who?” One of his eyebrows arched. “Liza Minnelli. Mother of the victim. She was present at the scene, and identified Antonio Hunt as the suspect.” “Okay” Reyes blinked. “Show me.” Sophia set a small recorder on the desk and Breanna hit play. Liza’s voice filled the room — broken and unfiltered. “…he dragged him back… my Willow begged…but he slit his throat and burned him…”

Stella was chasing Luna, hair in her face and cheeks red with laughter. Vivian was calmly sipping wine like it was the most normal thing in the world. And in the center of it all, Alessandra sat cross-legged on the floor, a smear of chocolate on her cheek, giggling helplessly at something on Stella’s phone. Damon stared. “Is this… a crime scene?” “No,” I said, blinking. “This is worse.” Alessandra noticed me then and scrambled to her feet, nearly slipping on what looked like wet dog food. “Killian!”

Stuffed near the bottom, I pulled out a wrinkled Polaroid photo. My heart lurched. It was the redheaded girl. Paige Bruno, we thought, though Killian and I weren’t positive this was Sera’s childhood friend just yet. She looked worse for wear, purple bruises on her cheek with bags under her eyes. It made me sick to my stomach. What a disgusting piece of shit Niccolò was for taking these photos. In the background, I saw a poster with a language I’d never seen before—just another translator Adrian needed.

I did not manage to continue speaking again when he talked. “I saw three of them in the crime scene, they are not wearing school uniform,” he said seriously to me. What? “I saw Elisa there at nine o’clock in the morning. Only Phoenix was not there, and I hunched that one of the three took a picture of Mrs. Olivia’s corpse and post it on F******k,” he added. He is right! The only thing I need to do is find whose the murderer of the three of them. ………………………………………………………………….

The blood droplets had a forward trajectory, until the smear stains. “Um excuse me. You, crime scene person. I’m sorry I don’t know your name, are you new?” I asked a little embarrassed “No, not really. I just don’t usually work this shift, but Jamison is out sick. My name is Patrick. Did you have a question, Detective? My apologies, I don’t know your name” “I’m Detective Alsie Jones. Yes, I have a few questions, did you photograph the blood over here on the stage yet? Do you know if this victim was male or female?”

“This sounds like Christina she complained about her job and not getting promoted. But… she never writes ‘xoxo’ in her notes.” “You can check my phone all her messages are there,” Ariana said. The officer took her phone and looked through it. “I don’t think this was a suicide.” A forensic technician knelt by the floor, carefully swabbing for blood samples. Nearby, another officer dusted surfaces with powder, looking for fingerprints. They checked every corner, every surface with care. Ariana’s heart raced. This wasn’t just a news story anymore it was a real crime scene. Christine’s death was about to change everything.

He spat and threw another envelope in my face. My forehead creased and I picked up the second envelope. Realization hit me when I saw the photos there. It was photos of me at that building when I had followed Lucia. The next photos were of me at the stairs, staring like I was inspecting something, it showed when I picked up the pearl earring and stuck it in my pocket. “I don’t…I don’t understand.” “Don’t worry. I can refresh your memory.” Alexander spat and my eyes clouded with tears. “The doctor we brought after Christine fell down the stairs confessed that she had been drugged,” my eyes widened.

* * * Detective Maxwell entered the interrogation room where Michelle was already seated waiting for the person to interrogate her,when Michelle saw him walking in she gave a sigh of relief. "Michelle I need you tell me the whole truth nothing else".Maxwell said before sitting down. "Trust me Max I know nothing about his death,I've not seen him for days".Michelle replied. "Then how did your picture get to the crime scene".Maxwell asked. "I'm also confused Max,I don't know how it got there".Michelle answered. "Alright where were you the night this incident occurred".Maxwell threw another question at her. "I was working in the office with my boss and I never left

The police officers stood in the grand living room of the Rojas mansion, their stern faces illuminated by the crystal chandelier above. Mrs. Rojas, elegant and composed, sat on a plush armchair, her eyes darting between the officers and Sebastian, who stood nearby, arms crossed and brows furrowed. "Mrs. Rojas," began Detective Harris, a tall, imposing figure, "we have information from Katherine Alfred implicating you in a series of criminal activities, including attempted murder and conspiracy. She claims you manipulated her and orchestrated these events."