Christine Paolilla Crime Scene Novels & Stories

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

“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.

"The man you were with is the serial killer. His name is Jon McCrae." Krista felt her blood run cold as she stared at the large man in front of her. She then looked around, taking in her surroundings. She saw a table next to the mattress with tools and medical instruments. She then looked down at the mattress and saw it was stained dark red with blood.

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.