Christine Paolilla Crime Scene Novels & Stories

“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,

"Kenneth, I need you to look someone up. His name is Luther Powell." "Caroline, I was just about to find you. We found the male victim by the river. You're the best forensic pathologist we have, and Captain Jenner wants you to handle the autopsy personally." Caroline's fingers trembled slightly, and her eyes flickered with uncertainty. She stammered, "T-That was fast." Before she could figure out her next move, Kenneth West already led her to the autopsy room. My body was lying on the table, swollen and smelling from being in the water for a day.

When I took a glance at myself in the mirror, it brought to my attention how dramatically my life has changed. "I had such a terrible feeling that you wouldn't make it here. Particularly in light of the fact that poor Mitchelle was killed in such a heinous manner by the Russian crime leader she was investigating. My heart goes out to her and her family. I cannot tell lies. She was an extremely capable broker. When Christine continued, I heaved a sigh. I was doing a really good job of acting as though Mitch hadn't been slain. Now all I needed was to be reminded of it.

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.

Dale nodded and began devouring the meal, she hadn't had a good meal as such for a very long time and at this point of dining she would give up anything no matter what it was. Mind telling me what happened to you these few years?" The matron questioned but the poor girl was fully engulfed in the meal she ate. The matron felt she needed to know how serious she was. She then picked up the television remote and switched on the set. The large screen slowly formed into the face of a young man in winter coats supposedly, "Buon giorno Parma, I'm Andreas suarez report live from our studio. There had been a massacre at the PRA (police reserved area) at the early stages of the morning, claiming the li

Blood slides out the slice marks, skin pulled back like open mouths. I don’t know why in this image, he suddenly isn’t wearing pants. I close all my eyes for a moment before I let myself look at anything again. “You okay?” Susie asks me. He flinches at the elbow like he was about to reach forward. Try to touch my hand, my shoulder. Stopping himself too fast. “Sure.” Susie orders me a peanut butter milkshake without even asking. “If you’re not gonna eat, this is about as good as a meal,” he tells me.