Christine Paolilla Crime Scene の小説・ストーリー

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?”

Toward the packed bags. The cameras. The empty coffee cups. The laptop filled with evidence. His expression changed immediately. Colder now. Focused. “She kept you up all night?” Patrick nodded once. “Texted nonstop.” Pasquale slowly looked toward the phones on the table. Then toward the security footage still paused on the screen. Kristi standing outside the house. Something in his face hardened permanently at that image. “She came onto the property?” he asked quietly. Dominic answered this time. “Yes.”

She asked panicking, what she wouldn't want to hear is that the meal wasn't to her taste. Melita stood up. "Have I ever complained about your meal?" She shook her head. "But I'm scared because you hissed so loud." "I want Ferdinand back here." She remarked and barged out of the dinning heading upstairs. Christine went back to the sitting room, there she was when Melita returned to the sitting room and left without saying anything to her. She felt haunted, her mistress has never acted this way. ****** "My name is Carmelita Leonidas." She referred to the police officer standing before her.

I'll kill that bîtch' Michelle gritted her teeth making Tikka chuckled "You mean Salma McKenzie?" "Huh!?!?' "Don't worry your little head Michelle. She's getting her piece of cake" Graveyard Cartel** "Where am I!?, let me go !"Fiona kept yelling trying to break free. Her hands and legs were bonded tightly with ropes The room was dark and absolutely dirty "Who ever you are, you'll pay for this. You don't know who I am!!" she hollard and a dry laughter could be heard. Fear seized her seeing Lewis emerge from the dark

I was bound to an iron chair in the Sollazzo family's underground tribunal. The bare bulb overhead glared so harshly that it was hard to keep my eyes open. "Lina Colletti." Valeria Sollazzo stepped toward me in her black heels. Four black-suited confidants followed behind her, filling the room with oppressive pressure. "It's been ten years," she said. "How much longer do you plan to keep hiding?" She leaned down, her fingers clamping around my chin. "The night Sophia died at the docks, you were there. You saw the killer."

“I apologize but I had to stay away for some few days but I promise, you weren’t alone.. you were never alone. I was with you all through everything. You have to forgive me for leaving you but I didn’t want to. I’d love to-“ “MISS PENELOPE LEONOR, THIS IS THE POLICE. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER OF LOLA HILTON. EVERYTHING YOU SAY AND DO WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU IN THE COURT OF LAW. RAISE YOUR HANDS SLOWLY ANS DROP TO YOUR KNEES.”

"Close the door." I did as she asked, then sat across from her. "What’s going on, Officer Sarah? Why did you ask me here?" She motioned for me to sit down. Once I did, she handed me a familiar photo. It was the same picture she’d shown me before—the one of Gracia Chen, Maria’s sister, at the crime scene. "I want you to look at this again," she said, placing a magnifying glass on the table. "Zoom in closely this time."

It didn’t take long to find the spot where last night’s incident had occurred; the area had been cordoned off with yellow caution tape, and the air still smelled like blood and pizza. “Eight pizza boxes.” I hesitated near the edge of the crime scene, stuffing my hands into my jacket pocket while Zane stepped under the caution tape. The boxes were still strewn around, some open and having had the contents picked at by carrion. “She died for eight fucking pizzas.”

“Justice is what happens in a courtroom, son. Not what some PI with a bleeding heart thinks it should be.” “But what if there’s new evidence?” I pressed, pushing the file with Caleb’s findings across the desk. “This fisherman claims he saw a heated argument between Annalisa’s father and some unknown man, a man with a signet ring.” Miller eyed the file with a flicker of interest, then flipped it open. He scanned the contents quickly, his jaw tightening as he read. “A signet ring, huh?” he muttered. “Did the fisherman describe the crest?” “No, unfortunately,” I admitted, “but it’s a start, isn’t it? We can track down a jeweler, see if the crest matches any families in the city.”

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. ………………………………………………………………….