Christine Paolilla Crime Scene Novels & Stories

With her arrest, the mysteries of the case were starting to unravel. “...Suspect Karina Hale, also known as Cheater Killer, finally surrendered to the police. With the tip that the police got from a private citizen, they were able to track the victim's cell phone location. This led them to Karina's luxurious villa. There they found a room where she confines her victims. Inside the crime scene is a bed where she assaults the female victims in front of the male captives. The police recovered a handmade torture device based on The Pear and a journal where she kept all her plans…”

I ignored it like she wanted but the vibration came again, it was longer and sounded urgent this time. My jaw tightened and I reached for it. Stephanie pulled back just enough to look at me, her expression shifting but it wasn't anger. “You were just about to ignore it,” she said. “I still might,” I replied, though my hand had already closed around the device. It was Darius, my beta. “What is it?” I asked after I answered. “Christine Hale was attacked.” Everything in the room went still. My wolf surged violently and immediately and my grip tightened around the device.

“What?” Vincent’s eyes widened sharply. Inside the evidence bag was a phone, its screen already shattered. A police officer helped unlock it and pulled up the last recorded video. Christine’s face appeared on the screen. She was wearing a white dress, faded from too many washes, with light makeup on her face. The background was the rooftop of the Empire State Building, and the strong wind lifted her hair. “Vincent, congratulations to you and Elena on your wedding today. I’m sorry I can’t attend. It’s because I’ve decided to leave this world.”

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.”

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.”

Soon she'll call back. - What a drag. That's why I'm not getting married. Will stared at his friend before entering the department through the glass door. He knew that Rey didn't get married or start a relationship because he was a cheap man who liked late nights. Just. (...) A few days later. Will was more involved than ever in his work to find the organization and the criminal by the name of Canino. He had recently received very important information from the undercover police officer, Peter, and so he spent Saturday and Sunday at the police station, taking mere naps on the couch in his living room.

“Finally, my turn. Do you want the truth? You’ll choke on it.” Camilla’s voice cut through as the judge called her to testify, shrill and unrepentant. “I did what I had to! I have nothing more to say” I gripped Raffaele’s hand, tears burning. “She’s admitting it,” I whispered. “No remorse.” The prosecutor, a sharp woman in a black suit, pressed her. “You confess to orchestrating Paolo Bianchi’s murder? To collaborating with Tariq Al-Mansour and Fiametta Ricchezza to steal Valentina Bianchi’s inheritance by selling her?”

The detective continued. “I know what happened to me. Someone tried to kill me, and I’m here with proof.” Detective Harrison’s eyes widened. “It seems you’ve brought us something important.” Kiara nodded, handing him her phone with the recording of Gerald’s confession. “This is proof of Luca’s involvement. He’s the one who orchestrated the poisoning at the restaurant. I also have a witness who can confirm it.” Harrison’s expression hardened as he played the recording. Gerald’s panicked voice filled the room, detailing the events and implicating Luca. The detective’s lips thinned into a grim line.