Christine Paolilla Crime Scene นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

While it was apparent there had been a bit of a struggle, neither of them had had a chance, and Christopher had died with his wife in his arms in what could only be described as a futile protective embrace. Before making his way over the couple and into the next room, Alex stopped to turn off the over-boiling pot of pasta on the stove. There was very little blood on the floor, but the broken glass, scraps of wood, and looks of sheer terror frozen on the couple's face were just as disturbing as the bloodiest crime scenes Alex had ever seen.

“I should have known. Always the consummate professional.” “Old habits die hard I suppose.” I reply with a grin. “Just so you are aware, the crime scene belongs to my Boss’ personal assistant. Ms. Harris is the woman you just walked passed that looks like she has seen a ghost. The only people that have been on there are the criminal, Mr. Williams, Ally and myself. Ally is Ms. Harris’ companion. I can give you all relevant contact information for interviews later today. There is also this.” I hand him the note. “She is visibly shaken and I feel this might be why.”

Alex had called the chief of police, Van Christie, as soon as he entered the yard and saw what they were dealing with. He’d held off the EMTs—no point in having them contaminate the crime scene—and directed Luke and Aaron to interview Sofia and Mrs. Schneider (his wife had been sitting next to the weeping old woman on the porch steps, her arm wrapped around Mrs. Schneider’s thin shaking shoulders), and then gotten on his police radio to call Van. Now Miller and Alex stood over the mutilated remains of at least two girls. Alex only thought there were two because there were two heads, but the quantity of blood and viscera strewn around made it seem like there might be more.

For a moment, I forgot why I was there, my mind snagging on the way his leather jacket hugged his body. I shook it off and slid into the booth across from him, forcing a confident smile. “Thanks for coming.” He didn’t return the smile. His gaze was cold, assessing, as he leaned back and crossed his arms. “Cut to the chase, Lisa. What do you know about Christine?” I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “She’s the one who destroyed the Harrington Chicago branch. The fire? That was her.” Zane’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes narrowed slightly. “And how’s that my business?”

A problem I haven’t even told anyone about yet. I exhale deeply. “Go ahead. What about it?” Christine shifts, setting down a USB drive. “I was able to get footage from a CCTV camera near the area that night. There were some suspects within the vicinity, both minutes before and after. It’s as if they knew about the cameras, though—I couldn’t get a clear face view. But it’s a start.” Her voice is steady, determined. “If I look further, I’m sure I can—”

“By the goddess. What happened!?” “We can’t stay here long,” Pollux barks as he heads into the bathroom. I think of sitting on the bed, but decide that I’ll just make it dirtier. But it seems we aren’t staying anyway, so I just sit. “What happened?” Paola asks me hurriedly. “I saw a man being killed, and then I was attacked by the assailants,” I briefly explain. “Pollux showed up and killed one of them, I think.”

Or maybe she did it to herself to choke you after yesterday* Genzo analyzed the whole thing Keyla's thoughts were already somewhere else, she didn't even hear what Genzo was saying *How ill can Christin actually be?* Keyla's thoughts only revolved around Christin, she hoped that the police would get something out of her. Genzo walked out the door and picked up the phone, he called Kojiro *hey ...say, the police just called Keyla, Christin was beaten up and she accuses Keyla ...no, we were just on the plane to France

Christina hadn't understood the deputy's reasoning, but she wasn't there to understand anything, only to act when asked. Crimson was now in the glass room, the accused woman was identical to the former prime suspect. Her hair was dark brown, cut very short close to her head. She wore jeans and a black shirt; on her feet, two white shoes filthy with dirt and mud. Christina looked once at the pair of shoes and immediately imagined that she never cleaned them after killing Margaret. By that time, the long blonde-haired woman knew that the accused was Emanuele's twin sister. How would that twist be explained?

Not until then. Taking deep breaths, I walked towards the detective in charge and placed the tip of my fingers on his temples. I closed my eyes and said, "You and your men have found the criminal for the death of Cilia Carpenter. The criminal is Oliver Woods, but he wasn't alone. He was being ordered by the victim's mother, Jessica Carpenter. Jessica Carpenter is also giulty for illigal drug use along with Oliver Woods. You and your men are on your way to capture them." I opened my eyes and let go of the detective. I had done it. I had done it and there was no turning back. I didn't regret it.