Christine Paolilla Crime Scene Photos Novels & Stories

“Truth? You wouldn’t recognize the truth if it stood in front of you.” Kizito smiled—a slow, unnerving smile. “Oh, I would. I make a living out of it.” He placed his coffee down, finally opening the file folder that had been sitting untouched beside him. Inside were photos—crime scene shots, blurry CCTV stills, evidence reports. He spread them slowly across the table like playing cards. Alexander’s eyes flickered over them briefly before locking back on Kizito.

Alex had called the chief of police, Van Christie, as soon as he entered the yard and saw what they were dealing with. He’d held off the EMTs—no point in having them contaminate the crime scene—and directed Luke and Aaron to interview Sofia and Mrs. Schneider (his wife had been sitting next to the weeping old woman on the porch steps, her arm wrapped around Mrs. Schneider’s thin shaking shoulders), and then gotten on his police radio to call Van. Now Miller and Alex stood over the mutilated remains of at least two girls. Alex only thought there were two because there were two heads, but the quantity of blood and viscera strewn around made it seem like there might be more.

I did not manage to continue speaking again when he talked. “I saw three of them in the crime scene, they are not wearing school uniform,” he said seriously to me. What? “I saw Elisa there at nine o’clock in the morning. Only Phoenix was not there, and I hunched that one of the three took a picture of Mrs. Olivia’s corpse and post it on F******k,” he added. He is right! The only thing I need to do is find whose the murderer of the three of them. ………………………………………………………………….

"I know you have a ton of questions, for example, many people use that same shade of highlights, it could have been a coincidence. I'll answer before you ask." The picture on the screen changes to Yale driving out not long after Tiara's all black departure in the same car as earlier. Ivy cocks her head. "Still not enough?" She switches to another picture that clearly has Yale driving back later that night. "Now, this one is the only picture I've got of the crime scene. Well, both of them, I mean, Richard and Yale had absolutely no idea the car they had been driving also had a dashboard camera." She cuts the picture and it's a video this time.

“Can we speak someplace private?” I stare at the pictures scattered on the coffee table of the penthouse suite, my mind blank. There are pictures of women with bruises on various parts of their bodies, some with open wounds and swellings. There is even one of a murder crime scene. “What's this?” I ask, even though I can understand what this is.

* * * Detective Maxwell entered the interrogation room where Michelle was already seated waiting for the person to interrogate her,when Michelle saw him walking in she gave a sigh of relief. "Michelle I need you tell me the whole truth nothing else".Maxwell said before sitting down. "Trust me Max I know nothing about his death,I've not seen him for days".Michelle replied. "Then how did your picture get to the crime scene".Maxwell asked. "I'm also confused Max,I don't know how it got there".Michelle answered. "Alright where were you the night this incident occurred".Maxwell threw another question at her. "I was working in the office with my boss and I never left

“You may leave now.” The girl, Lia, nodded quietly without saying anything else. Now Leal feels more awkward than she did with him before. She sat in front of him, rigid and unmoving. Dion placed his suitcase on the table and pulled out photographs. Even though the photograph isn’t new to her, she still faked her expression of disgust. “Gosh, what are those?” Dion frowned at her. “Those are the images of the victim after his brutal death. Are these photos familiar to you, Ms. Horryn?”