Christine Paolilla Crime Scene Novels & Stories

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.”

"Why did they do that to me? I hate that man in the black jacket—the one they called Ro. The scar above his left eyebrow haunts my dreams… I don't want to live anymore, but I worry about my brother… I hate this!" Christina's entire body went cold, and even her hands were shaking. She suddenly remembered that Roland had a scar above his left eyebrow as well. She went to check the police report Paige filed after the assault. It clearly stated that the suspect was approximately 20 years old and had a scar above his left eyebrow. Cold sweat drenched her back, and she collapsed to the floor.

Dustin sat in his favorite leather chair in the living room, motioned for mike to begin the brief meeting, he eagerly hoped for Bryan who was standing at the door of the guest bedroom to overhear everything Laura and Akila were discussing behind closed doors. "Uncle Martin called and said he's re-creating the crime scene in the hospital coffee drugging case. Also, Mike said, "Doc Oliver still isn't over the coffee. One of the lab technicians found that it was GHB, A date rape drug..

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."

he said. Paula froze. Her entire body stiffened. “And don’t worry,” he added calmly. “There was an old camera near Bridge Bank. Your murder scene was clearly recorded.” “You’re not escaping this.” Paula collapsed into sobs. “And where do you think you’re going, Mr. Diego Fernando?” Diego had slowly started backing away. He froze. “Ah… I’m just a driver,” he said weakly. Detective Decker chuckled. “Bring her in.” The door opened again.

Laura ignored the onlookers and worked on removing the dressing with Christine's help. Christine heard the telltale sound of high heels. She turned in time to see Nell O'Leary, with a concerned look on her face, striding directly toward Mitchell. With no conscious thought, Christine stood up and purposely stepped between the redhead and Mitchell. Nell O'Leary came to a sudden stop as she looked at Christine over from head to toe.

With a quick glance in the rearview mirror, I fix my tie, this is a first one for Christian Caine, but if I am to get what I want, I need to play along and not cause any alarm. And this is where we find ourselves, Cassandra, and me at some fancy dinner. Tonight some of the most well-known Bosses from out of state, well put aside their difference and enjoy an evening of food and dance. Now my elimination of Sloane caused quite a stir, I can only imagine that I shall not be welcomed by most of them, yet I need to remind them that Christian Caine shall do whatever he wants. And right now, I want something that only the host of this party can give. But tonight, I shall not claim it so soon; I wi

His obedient little wife had began to smell like a baby. Exactly like Zaiee. No one said a word, It was extremely quiet. Royalty pacified his wife, patting her hair while looking around. Sighting her broken phone, he became curious. Curious enough to pick It up. He saw those scary vivid Images, and was shocked as well. Although he had more control on his emotions, his jaw still drooped. Ciara was dead? She was. A loud police van siren buzzed noisily while rolling Into the crime scene. A suspicious Bugatti sat idly in the middle of the road, causing heavy traffic.

“I didn’t want this to happen!” Christina began crying while holding Amy’s hand. “My name is Christina Bassinger, and I used to be a mother and a wife like you. I was happy until Paul took over! He took my husband and my daughter from me! When he first entered my body, I thought it was demon possession. Each time he would enter my body, his presence would become stronger to a point that I couldn’t control him.” Christina spoke past her tears while clutching Amy’s hand between her palms. Christina wanted to maintain her control over Paul’s body, but she knew the hitman would eventually take back the wheel.