Novel & Cerita Christine Paolilla Crime Scene

Reid obeyed, sliding into the passenger seat as Julian climbed behind the wheel and peeled off into the road with practiced aggression. For a moment, there was only the hum of the engine between them. “I’ve read the reports,” Reid finally said, calm under pressure. “Give me everything else.” Julian didn’t look at him. “You sure you want to hear it?” “Try me.” Julian sighed and tossed a thick manila file onto Reid’s lap. “The official story is airtight. Crime scene photos show Paolo shot three times, execution style. Gun found ten feet from Asher’s unconscious body. His prints on it. No defensive wounds on Paolo. No witnesses to contradict the setup. Ballistic report confirms it was Paolo’s o

she said, going into the stall. “Susie I can’t thank you enough,” I said, and boy I meant it. “Not a problem my Luna,” she said, cheerfully. I left to give her some privacy and wandered back to my mates who were deep in conversation with some others. After a minute Christine emerged with several police officers. Then Susie strolled toward us. “Her! Arrest her! She’s… She’s Satan himself,” Christine muttered, pointing and crying. She reminded me of one of the pathetic women in my gran’s TV soap operas.

“Officer, what are the evidences you found to think that this frail-looking lady killed my fiancé?” Officer Cesar walked to the drawer in the corner of the room and take out some files with photos of the suspect’s location as well as few shots of blood trails outside the suspect’s apartment. “These are the photos taken after we tracked the blood traces left by the criminal whom we suspected killed your fiancé--- Miss Lilia Losille. This neighborhood was located near the outskirt of the city where the lawless beasts live. We tried to dig deeper on this matter, but this young lady here refused to give her name nor her cast. There was no record of her fingerprint stored in the database or any i

I know it's not security because they're not wearing the uniform, but their presence is enough to shut Kristen up, so I'm happy for them to be on the field. "Good Evening, Mr Lions. I'm detective Leyton from the Claremont Police department, and this is Detective Crawford." The younger of the two men says when he reaches us. Both men pull badges of identification from their jackets to show that they are indeed police officers, and the older detective holds up a piece of paper. "Sorry to interrupt your game, but we have a warrant to arrest Kyle Petrelli for the rape and murder of Pia Mitchell."

She was handed a badge and a map, then found herself seated next to Paula Sanchez, who was still sipping her coffee. “Yellen didn’t make it,” Paula whispered as the lecture began. “But his assistant is filling in.” Leila’s mind was elsewhere. Eduard Yellen. A stalker? A murderer? A victim? The pieces didn’t quite fit yet, but one thing was clear — aunt Christina was caught in the middle of something ugly. And the deeper Leila dug, the more unpleasant it looked.

For the first time in a while, she felt her heart begin to race just like she'd felt when her mother had died—fear. Being who she was, Kristina would still have gone on to try and resist, even when in a gun-point situation but she was currently outnumbered. "You know I can't kill you or leave you here..." "Alright!" Kristina blurted out before following Trevor and the rest of his squad. About half an hour later, Captain Susan Claire was getting the report from a forensic scientist as she stood over the lifeless body of the inmate whose head was in a pool of blood and scattered flesh all over the floor.

We left without my chauffeur, taking my car to the station. At the station, the air was heavy with the smell of stale coffee and paper. A lone detective sat behind a cluttered desk, sipping from a chipped mug. He looked up as we approached. “Ms. Harrington,” he said with a smirk. “Didn’t expect to see you back here so soon.” I ignored his tone, placing the tablet and flash drive on the desk in front of him. “I have evidence,” I said firmly. “Gabriel Moretti is behind the murders of Roy, Cassandra, Diana, and now his own wife, Emmanuella. Watch this.”

She pursed her lips with a faint smile and took a seat. “My name is Kristel Pearson….” Kristel glanced at the nameplate on the table. “... Officer Noah McCullin?” “What can I do for you, Miss Pearson?” “I wanted to report the driver, who ran away after he hit someone.” Kristel gave the license plate number and was asked further, answering every question. “Why are you doing that scene, Miss Pearson?” “I… I was in the meeting of the victim.” Officer Noah carefully makes a record on his computer and fights the urge to look at Kristel, fearing he’d embarrass himself again. His gaze remained on the computer, and his neck started to numb.

The dust in the air clearing and holey shit. The once calm atmosphere was now catastrophic our guests a mix of panic and lifeless body parts. A once extravagant dining table blown into millions of pieces, Blood, screams, fear. My eyes landing on a lifeless body pinned to the floor by a large splinter of wood through the mans chest, that man was Lorenzo. I see Death. This can’t be, this cannot be. Maria’s pov- I felt pain in my head, my skin was stinging. I looked down at myself, my arms and hands covered in miniature slices. My fingers instinctively going to my face, gliding over the stinging skin. I don’t understand, what was happening.

Chloe walks in, the pair of ice orbs looking around every corner, in a fraction of second before the blue eyes fall on the front table Aiden spins around and drags Riley, hiding themselves behind every person who are standing they make their way to the exit successfully. After a talk of thirty minutes, Chloe turns to his left and blinks at Kevin who is standing by the table where the laptop is placed. Kevin plays the video, the presentation made by Chloe. Fancy bulbs switch off when the projector light travels straight to the large wall. The video begins. The room fills with gasps and some of them off their seats with enlarged eyes. Chloe furrows his brows and turns around, his body freezes,