Romans & histoires Christine Paolilla Crime Scene

“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.”

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.

Antonio demanded. Officer Haynes frowned and shook his head, but Christavo walked up with his hands on his hips. “Let him through, Haynes.” He allowed Antonio access to the crime scene. Christavo grabbed his arm as if he was in trouble. “I know you showing up here isn’t a coincidence. You are either here because you have a solution or you are the problem. Which is it?” Antonio gave in to Christavo not wanting to be suspicious. He pulled his phone out and showed him the picture. “I’m looking for this woman. She works here.”

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

Marco started to say something, but seeing Dante's state, he shut his mouth. In the Chicago underworld, Dante Moretti was a legend. Cold, ruthless, always in control. No one had ever seen him look weak. No one had ever seen him shed a tear. But now, the legend was on his knees beside a filthy puddle, as helpless as a child who had lost his mother. Finally, they found it. Alessia’s SIM card. Dante clutched it like a holy relic, thinking maybe, just maybe, it held a final message she wanted him to see.

He read it, and his face went pale. "Boss. The second heat signature inside the cabin—our surveillance just got a partial visual." He held up the tablet, and I saw the grainy image of a woman through the cabin window. Dark hair, sharp features, a familiar posture that made my stomach drop. "It's not Luca Castellano. It's Lila."

When the call connected, Chris reported coldly, "Hello, 911? I want to report a crime.” Paige, Linda, and Bob were stunned. "No, don't!" Upon realizing what was happening, Linda screamed, trying to get out of bed to snatch Chris's phone. However, as she stood up, the blanket slid off her, revealing her body to everyone. Paige blushed as she glanced for a moment and then quickly averted her eyes to look at Chris. She was somewhat worried about Chris seeing Linda's body, even though it would be unintentional. Luckily, Chris did not even look at Linda.

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.”

He looked up at me, his eyes red-rimmed but finally focused. "The new janitor. A young woman with dark hair who goes by Christine. She vanished before the police arrived. Packed her things and disappeared like she knew what was coming." I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. "One of the players mentioned seeing her talking to Michelle earlier. Another said she was on her phone right before Lori collapsed. I think she knows something, Dante. I think she might know who poisoned your wife."