Christine Paolilla Crime Scene Photos นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Now.” The officer hesitated, flipping through a file on his desk. “Mr. Hale is being held for questioning. There’s… serious evidence against him.” “What kind of evidence?” Leo demanded, stepping forward. The officer sighed, clearly uncomfortable. “There’s video footage and several witness statements linking Mr. Hale to the death of a woman named Miranda Vegas.” Jace froze. “Miranda who?” “Miranda Vegas,” the officer repeated. “Her body was found two nights ago outside a storage facility near the docks. We traced fingerprints, and his came up in the system from his military record.”

Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind… LILY GRAHAM. 30 years old. Shot outside of Woodwick Central. Known to have a cannabis addiction. Raped and murdered. The third picture was of a Puerto Rican man, wearing black jeans paired with a black jacket. He had a tribal tattoo across his chest, and the crime scene photos showed horrific images of him lying down next to his sisters, his mother, and his father, all of them left to die in their own pool of blood. They’d left a gun in his hand to make it appear that he’d killed his whole family before killing himself, but that was just pure bullshit…

I need an answer. He flips open the folder and throws a dozen crime scene photos on the desk. Right away, I notice that they’ve all been taken in a road, and some are in the white honda civic. A woman is lying in the backseat, covered in blood. Her eyes are expressionless. Her torso and chest are mutilated, skin gouged and scraped. I drop my purse, and my hands immediately cover my mouth as I let out a gasp and a whimper. I drop to the side of the desk, regurgitating a bit of my lunch into my mouth. The acid burns as I try to force it back down, but this only makes my eyes well up with tears even more.

The blood droplets had a forward trajectory, until the smear stains. “Um excuse me. You, crime scene person. I’m sorry I don’t know your name, are you new?” I asked a little embarrassed “No, not really. I just don’t usually work this shift, but Jamison is out sick. My name is Patrick. Did you have a question, Detective? My apologies, I don’t know your name” “I’m Detective Alsie Jones. Yes, I have a few questions, did you photograph the blood over here on the stage yet? Do you know if this victim was male or female?”

They both settled down and face one another. “I am sorry if I pulled you out from something important-” Jason apologized. “It’s okay, tell me what you found.” Rex proceeds. “Evidence about the murder and the links it brought us to. Though the cameras didn’t fully capture the act but it did capture Susanna and Ann visiting the area.” “Go on…” “It’s best if you saw it yourself sir.” “Where is Tasha?” He asked. “Digging out what she can from the crime scene.” Jason turns the laptop beside them around and takes out a small hard drive from his pocket. He inserts it to the side and opens the video from the CCTV cameras, from all angles.

While talking to the investigator she selects something on her cell phone, and when she finds it, she says, “boss, allow me to show you some things I found... They will be useful, in my opinion, taking into account that our suspect is described by our society as a true “angel of good” ...”, emphasizes the assistant, with great excitement and already getting up from where she was and putting the own chair, which was very close to the boss's, to make it easier to see the cell phone screen. Soon she starts to select some photos, among others that appear to have been a reproduction of a computer screen. “These images are from the file held by the police.... and they concern the two homicides gro

he exhales, "it could cause a lot of fear." I nod but that cold feeling only keeps spreading. "We found something at the scene of the crime that I want you to take a look at. It's gory, but my memory's foggy and you might remember it better than I do." Coren pulls out his phone and I act like I don't see a picture of me is still his wallpaper. He unlocks it, and soon I'm looking at the face of a dead man. Coren slides to another picture and when I see it, my heart slams violently against my ribs.

she said, already pulling out her phone to start making calls. I turned to leave but Christine caught my arm gently. “Alpha, there’s one more thing you should see.” She pulled up something else on the tablet and my blood ran cold as I looked at the image on the screen. It was a photograph, slightly grainy but clear enough to make out the details. Lillian, walking out of a house I recognized immediately as belonging to the Hendersons, looking satisfied and composed as she headed to her car. The timestamp on the photo was from yesterday afternoon, right around the time she would have been in Moonstone territory for her Nana’s remembrance.

"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.

One wall had turned into a battlefield: photographs tacked in jagged rows, receipts and CCTV stills overlapping one another, red circles and messy black arrows crisscrossing between names like Celeste, Victor, Dominico, Naomi and the dead man who tied them all together. Thin red strings pinned grainy shots of two men caught on camera with Naomi the night of the murder, their blurred faces staring out like ghosts from the evidence. The air smelled faintly of burnt coffee and dry paper; the whole space felt contained, clinical, like a courtroom built for truth and truth alone.