Christine Paolilla Crime Scene นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“This is Special Agent Christopher Haverley and Special Agent Warren Halden conducting an interview with Dominic Rose Vittori, a person of interest in the homicide of Zhang Wei.” Haverley opened the folder and looked Dominic in the eye. “What was your relationship with Zhang Wei?” Dominic looked the agent in the eye, his expression stoic but he remained silent. The seconds ticked by but Dominic remained quiet and kept looking at the two agents. “You will answer my question! Two of your strippers were found dead in a Chinese suburb, then Zhang Wei was brutally murdered, then your father’s body was found, mutilated and carved up like some maniac went on a spree. The spotlight is aimed at you,

Christine glanced back at me and rolled her eyes. "What's the big deal about taking a photo and posting it on Instagram? This is the first time in my life I've ever been this close to an actual explosion. It would be a shame not to commemorate it." Captain Hunter snatched the phone from her hand. "This is a crime scene! What do you think you're doing?" "Ow, be careful. This is a limited edition phone case." I stared at Christine's innocent-looking face and suddenly felt a chill run down my spine.

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.

] Breathing heavily and glaring at the phone, she waited for her step daughter to retaliate, but no other reply came. * * * Christine was trying to keep a clear head while going back and forth with Elenora via messages. ‘I think that she’s telling the truth. She really does know who my father is! Well, it’s time for me to find out as well!’ [“Jake, I need you to do me a favor.”] [“Anytime, kiddo!”] [“Have you found something else about the night my mother was raped?”] [“Unfortunately, no. That night, the CCTV footage was erased. I talked to the ones gathered at the party, but none seemed to know anything.”]

Did China rat me out already? It could have been any of these cases, but then the only way to find out is by granting her an audience. And so when Principal Hai called out the third time, I forced my legs to finally move and walked up to them. “Cruella is it? I'm Detective Zina from the Central Police Department (CPD). Do you mind having a word with me?”

However, something about her didn't seem to sit right with me. As soon as we were close enough, she stretched out her hand. I shook it after slight reluctance. “Hi, I'm Alyssa.” The woman said, her voice smooth. “Alyssa Martins”. “I'm Christy. Christy Rhee” I replied. “Well, Christy, welcome to hell”.

His familiar scent still lingered there filling her with so much longing she had to bite her lip to stop from crying out. One of his favorite Armani jackets hung on the coat rack. Christine went to touch it and placed its sleeve against her cheek. She stood there for a few seconds, before pulling herself together and sat down in his leather office chair, imagining his arms around her. She opened the file. The first thing that caught her attention was the crime scene photos. “Oh, my God!” Christine cried out. She never expected to see such horror. Bile rose in her throat, but she swallowed it down. With trembling fingers, she forced herself to look at every one of the monstrous photos.

" Camille said tentatively. Gloria's lips curved into a mocking smile. Camille knew the answer. If Patrick had mentioned Chloe to her, would she ask Camille about that? Gloria felt it was ironic. The woman who played dumb on purpose in front of her was her mother. "Alpha Patrick didn't tell you? Why didn't he tell you such an important thing?" Camille complained pretentiously. "Why didn't you tell me such an important thing?" Gloria retorted. Camille looked embarrassed. She said in a low voice, "We thought that Alpha Patrick had told you. I didn't expect that he..." Gloria did not want to keep discussing whether Patrick had told her or not. She asked directly, "Since you know about this, tel

•CAMILLA• “You’re Camilla Ross?” The detective asked when he took me to his office. He seemed very stunned to see me. He probably expected someone else. Casey. I didn’t think he saw the articles when I revealed my identity and publicized Cecilia’s betrayal. “Yes, I’m Camilla Ross, and I want to see Lucius Hall. I know the person who murdered Sasha Ross,” I answered as I sat on the chair in front of his desk. “Wow,” the detective said with wonder as he glanced at Naya, my bodyguard, and me. “Wow.” He cleared his throat and sat in his chair. “I am Michael Smith.” He held out his hand for a handshake.

Lyza is the one taking care of him. "Really? " I nodded, and another batch of tears rolled down her face. She sobbed, and I kept consoling her, but her tears kept falling. We reached the police station with Christine's bloated face and eyes red from crying. We went inside, and we found Christine's mother and Doctor Alfred inside the room, and Inspector Ronald was with them. Another officer is questioning them. Inspector Ronald signaled us to sit down, and we occupied the two vacant seats. After questioning Doctor Alfred and Christine's mother, the officer asks for Christine. Christine sat in front of the officer and answered all the questions he asked her.