City Lady Killer 소설 & 이야기

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

Spade announces breaking my stare off with Killer. I take it as my queue to make tracks. “Hey, come sit your ass down and have a beer with me, had one fuck up of a day, but got news about a couple who's been staying 'round town,” Spade says, and I grab five cold ones for all of us before rounding the bar and planting myself next to him. If the brother got news I need to know. “Well?” Texas says as I twist the cap off my beer. “Went to check them out, guy checked out, but the female Cary Johnson, from Detroit, has three 545's, and rap sheet that screams killer. Did extra digging, found out she was institutionalized for a couple years, got out last fall for good behavior.”

He was willing to atone for it, and he knew that helping them was the only way to do it. After their meeting with Hector, Dante and Jullie walked through the crowded streets of Mexico City, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had a motive, a timeline, and a key piece of evidence: the Stadler locket. Jullie, with her sharp legal mind, immediately connected the firefighter’s story to the car crash that killed Diego’s sister. She realized there was a pattern: both were orchestrated to look like tragic accidents but were, in fact, cold-blooded murders. They had a motive, a timeline, and now, a key piece of evidence—the Stadler locket.

I waited for the cue from the journalist and cameraman before talking a deep breath. "My name is Mila, and I am a newly changed Lycan. I was dating the detective Lowell, for yeras. He lied to all of you. The man who was killed in transit was not the killer, and he was not killed in transit. I know this because I followed him to an abandoned building where I killed him in self defense. I was marked oon the night the real killer murdered my best friend. And I have reason to believe that Lowell is not hiding the killer. He is the killer."

killed without his wanting. But now, why does he need his help? Could this detective be an enemy? Or a help? "Klyde McMarrow holds a lot of crime, he's a sex offender, took scatter over homicide and lately, under the alias 'K', he's one of the biggest drug dealer in both North and South America, some part of Europe and smuggling women in every part of the world, gotten bigger in Thailand, Philippines and Korea. There were a lot of cases of disappearance of women in Miami a week ago, 4 of them were found dead-- shot to death. We suspected that this could connect to him but we're still collecting evidences." He explained and sighed.

The police officers immediately arrived where the scream occurred, on the scene there was an elegantly dressed woman, it was Lady Willemina Winchester, daughter of the Duche of Winchester, she had a cut on her neck that looked like two holes in the jugular vein, the blood ran from the neck to the beginning of the chest, her gray silk dress with garnet trimmings; They were stained with the blood that emanated from the wound on her neck, she had a grimace of terror on her face, which not even the best embalmer in London could erase. It was the first murder of many that began to occur in the capital, always women of a young age, but from different social classes, rumors began to spread througho

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.

It was Jane and another strange man who seemed to have tattoo on his face. "Good day once again resident of Gold City, If you are just joining us, then we are glad to have you. Here with us is detective Jane and the criminal who has terrorized Gold city for years" the presenter stated. Mayor Johnson couldn't believe his eyes; Jane had finally caught the assassin and it was shocking that it took her only a day.

She was watching the morning news on the local Chicago TV station. "Last night, during the raging storm, a woman named Erina Marie Larson was murdered. The 25-year-old woman jumped from her rented apartment on the 13th floor of the Gladious Sky apartment building. The Chicago Police Department is still investigating the case to find the perpetrator of Erina's brutal murder. That's my report, Edwina Guthrie from the crime scene," said the prime-time news reporter for Good Morning, Chicago. Emily's mind recalled the audio recording of Cecilia Sommerhalder's testimony. The woman's name was first mentioned by the late Cecilia. She had a good memory of the testimony from the crime witness. Emily

Why was I standing here like some desperate stalker? Why did I care if she ate? Why did I find myself checking the security feeds just to make sure she was sleeping? I was Bane Valak. I had dismantled empires and executed men without a flicker of hesitation. I was the apex predator in a city filled with wolves. And yet, I found myself paralyzed by the sight of a twenty-five-year-old girl who looked like she’d break if I breathed on her too hard. It was supposed to be simple. Amaya Vancouver was a spoil of war.