Christine Paolilla Crime Scene Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Speak, you coward! Tell me everything right now!" "I've been trying to tell you, boss... I..." Paolo said, his voice weak and broken. Blood dripped onto the carpet, making dark spots. I said I wasn't buying this shit until I saw proof. Right there, Charles searched through his phone with fast fingers. He played the footage. The screen glowed in the dim light. I grabbed his phone from him, watching it myself. The video showed masked men hitting Paulo, taking the suitcase of him in a dark alley right after the Saudi drop-off... Sirens sounded far in the background. Glass broke. Footsteps ran away fast.

Near the New Year, Christine demanded an exorbitant ten million from Mary as hush money, constantly using Xavier’s death to blackmail her. Mary, worn down by Christine’s greed, finally snapped, realizing Christine would never be satisfied. She arranged to meet Christine alone. I had already hired a private investigator to install surveillance software on Christine’s phone. It recorded everything—their conversation, the moment Christine drank the poisoned drink Mary prepared, and her agonized struggle as the poison took effect. The police burst in, arresting Mary on the spot. Christine, saved by timely medical intervention, survived.

“What the hell happened here?” Patricia stands, shows her ID. “Patricia Sandoval. Private investigator. I have evidence of conspiracy, attempted murder, and fraud involving Marina Castillo and Antonio Vega. The shooting was self-defense. I have it all on recording.” She holds up a small device. Still recording. “She filmed everything?” Sofia whispers to me. “Everything,” Patricia confirms. “From the moment Marina walked in until now. Including her confession to murdering Antonio.” The paramedics lift Mateo onto a stretcher. His vitals are crashing.

She glanced around, then deliberately drew attention to herself, asking what was going on in her house at this hour, as if she was just returning from somewhere. Clara turned mid-walk to watch her too. “Ohhh my God…” Rosina said, moving toward where the forensics team was, as if she was just now noticing the pool of almost-dried blood and the stains everywhere. “Did a beast come into my house?” she said, touching her chest. “Mrs Winter, we’re here investigating an incident involving Mrs Camilla Moretti.” “What happened to my mother-in-law?” Rosina’s eyes widened, acting afraid of what they would say next. “Tell me.”.

"Who is this?" "Marissa Hale. Your mistress." A laugh escaped from my mouth. " Wait, this is a joke right? Because what do you mean my mistress? I've never seen this woman in my life." "You and Ms. Hale are being charged with the murder of Christopher Hale. Her husband." The room spun. This was insane. "I don't know anyone named Marissa Hale. I don't know anyone named Christopher Hale." The detective's partner flipped open a folder. Photos of me entering a hotel, except it wasn't me. Text messages supposedly from my phone. Receipts from restaurants I'd never visited.

“She’s the one spreading false information about me!” A second officer, a woman with sharp eyes, stepped forward. “Ms. Allison Miles has already provided substantial evidence against you. We have the proof.” She looked at me with cold determination. “Your various crimes, including illegal activities related to Don Thompson and attempts on Ms. Miles’s life, have been thoroughly documented.”

“Now that might be useful.” He typed for a moment, then turned the screen toward me. “This is one of the aliases she’s been using. Daria Nox.” “Where was she last seen?” “Gala in Milan. Two days before the hit.” “She’s moving fast.” He nodded. “And she’s wearing our signature.” “What?” He zoomed in on a still shot of Alyssa—lips painted red, hair darker now, but unmistakably her. Around her neck? A pendant. The Colbert family crest.

Both wearing civilian, Catharine showed his ID to the woman. "Good morning Ma'am Luisa Lorenzo. I'm detective Catharine Maximo together with my partner Officer Alex Perez from Paradiso City Police Department. We're here to ask questions about the decease Jennifer," Alex directly told her which cause the woman to be shocked. She gasp, taken aback by the news brought. Alex had an awful way of telling the woman her child is dead. Without warning, Alex entered the house. The inside is different from the outside color of the house, revealing a lively mood, it attracts people. There was three a family picture hanging upon the wall. On the small table beside the sofa, a girl that resembles Jennifer

XXX "Another two kills reported, government officials from PWD." Shivaay grunted as Ali and he drove towards the crime scene, for the instant stuck, because of the traffic signal. Ali floored the accelerator as the signal turned green and took a swift turn towards the outskirts of the city where the old abandoned building stood. The crime scene of two murders, a work of Kali. Shivaay pushed up the caution tape over his head and looked at the white outline on the concrete near the upside down turned table. The dry pool of deep red stained the concrete giving off the foul smell, mixed with the strong stench of alcohol and urine.

How did you handle a storm that kept coming back, no matter how many times you pushed it away? My phone rang, dragging me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, frowning. It was an unknown number. I wondered who it might be and picked it up. “This is Julian,” I said, pressing the phone to my ear. “Mr. Julian, this is Officer Ray from the nearest police station. We’re reaching out to inform you that Ms Kristina Paulo is wanted for a hit-and-run incident. She was identified as the driver based on the license plate registered under her name. She hit a pedestrian and fled the scene.”