Christine Paolilla Crime Scene Photos の小説・ストーリー

But he quickly grabbed the documents again, his fingers trembling violently. Tears dripped onto the paper, smudging the ink and blurring out that fateful date. "This can't be..." he whispered, as if trying to convince himself. He flipped through the rest of the file: the police report, the cremation certificate from the funeral home. And a crime scene photo of the alley entrance. It was blurry, but you could still clearly see the large dark red bloodstain on the ground. It was the last trace I left in this world.

I was bound to an iron chair in the Sollazzo family's underground tribunal. The bare bulb overhead glared so harshly that it was hard to keep my eyes open. "Lina Colletti." Valeria Sollazzo stepped toward me in her black heels. Four black-suited confidants followed behind her, filling the room with oppressive pressure. "It's been ten years," she said. "How much longer do you plan to keep hiding?" She leaned down, her fingers clamping around my chin. "The night Sophia died at the docks, you were there. You saw the killer."

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

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

Mr Paulo repeated, unable to believe what I was saying. "You’re lying," he said. "Kristina would never —" “And not only that,” I cut him off. “She has been cheating with the same drug dealer,” I added. I pulled out my phone and opened the folder of evidence. Pictures of Kristina exchanging parcels with her dealer, images of them together in compromising positions. I handed the phone to Mrs. Paulo, watching her eyes widen as she scrolled through the photos. Her hand trembled, her breathing quickening. "Where did you get these?" she whispered.

She smiled at him and said, “Grandpa, how will I be rewarded this time?” The old Davis: “What do you want?” Christine took a stack of photos out of her bag, put them in an envelope, and said, “I’d like a brownie cake.” “Is that all,” the old Davis asked, startled. When she didn’t reply right away, he began to look at the photos. Each one was magnified. Everything could be seen clearly, and from a variety of angles. There was one of Nathan strangling Crystal, another of him pressing a gun against her forehead, and a few of him trying to drown her. He could tell just by looking at them that they weren’t fake.

Stuffed near the bottom, I pulled out a wrinkled Polaroid photo. My heart lurched. It was the redheaded girl. Paige Bruno, we thought, though Killian and I weren’t positive this was Sera’s childhood friend just yet. She looked worse for wear, purple bruises on her cheek with bags under her eyes. It made me sick to my stomach. What a disgusting piece of shit Niccolò was for taking these photos. In the background, I saw a poster with a language I’d never seen before—just another translator Adrian needed.

“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

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.