City Lady Killer Novels & Stories

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

For once, she didn’t push him away, and when they lay down, the distance between them didn’t come back. Next morning, the phone rang too early. Quinn’s eyes opened instantly, her instincts kicking in before her thoughts could catch up. She reached for her phone, already knowing it wouldn’t be anything good. “Hale.” Mark’s voice came through sharp. “There’s been another murder.” Her grip tightened slightly around the phone. “Location?” she asked. Mark didn’t hesitate. “Your hometown.” Quinn’s gaze shifted toward the window, the quiet street outside suddenly feeling different. “Who's the... victim?” she asked.

"I say, you are smart enough to come to Mountain City." “Thank you for your compliment, Officer Snyder.” Summer wiped off her tears and looked at Jasper through the car window. “Someone tried to kill you, who are they?" Casper asked indifferently. Summer was being attacked in the Mountain City last night, those people were trying to kill her. “Someone who wants me dead.”

Ellan’s council filled the gaps. Krav didn’t waste time. “We aren’t repeating last night. We’re here to talk patterns, not politics. Keiral, go.” I stood and tapped the console. The wall screen lit, showing the city map. Seven red pins marked the killings. Six inside Panther territory and the surrounding corridors. Two in the Valley. One near the Lions’ Den.

His Dad was in the police department, he wanted to join it as well but in the end, he picked psychology. According to him, reading the mind of a killer would be more interesting. 'Only the last victim was from the city, they are still not revealing who the others are.' Weird. 'Visitors are getting murdered in our city?' There was a knock on the door, I put the phone down to look at Lily. "I am ordering dinner, do you want something?" I shook my head in a no, "I already ate with Kai." I started massaging my temples again, thinking Lily had already left the room.

* Alex thinks before drifting to a lonely sleep. Paradiso City's publication sat between the PCPD and Vehicle shop. Catharine went to inquire inside. She wasn't going to published works. She came to read documents for the past two years or so. She needed much information than what she already had. Mr. Lynard Scott, a bespectacled old man sat on the desk. He is reading a newspaper with headline: A 21-year-old woman brutally murdered. The case of Jennifer is taking the whole town into curiosity and fear.

No one deserved to be killed. Ciara had questions, and thankfully, the news still had a whole lot to say about it, so Ciara read through. “The young and promising lady, Lottie, relocated from her hometown to the city where she began to work as a stripper for the club. However, it seems Lottie has always been a suspect, because the club records that a while back, the popular Samuel Fury assaulted her in his motel room. His attempt was brought to naught by the timely intervention of the club’s security guards, and Samuel Fury was thrown off the premises. When Lottie was questioned by her boss, she revealed that Samuel Fury was trying to get some information out of her, and when she wasn’t coop

The city didn’t. My phone vibrated against the metal table beside the cot, dragging me awake. I reached for it without hurry. The screen lit up with headlines. Lawson City Terror: Three Doctors Slain by an Anonymous Sniper. The Return of ‘Ghost.’ A quiet laugh slipped from my throat. “Return,” I repeated under my breath. I turned on the small mounted TV. A reporter stood outside the hospital, police tape fluttering behind her. Flashing red and blue lights painted everything in harsh color.

After about five to ten minutes of drive, they would be stopped by police officers on the road to be interrogated. "We here. Please, don't make this sort o' movement ever 'gain, 'specially not to this location. It's the most dreaded area in the whole 'o the city." The driver said as soon as the car stopped. "The most dreaded city? What do you mean?' Ethan asked as he tried to get some dollars to pay the handsome well-built negro. "You new here? Tis where Lady Winston died 2 years ago. No one found the fucking killer, just vanished into thin air. Some other cases of deaths and kidnappings have been reported ever since." The dude ended and grabbed his money out of Ethan's hand.

They've been hurting women for a long time. "Scent of death. A perfume for women. The killer is a woman. Oh, God. They were all killed by a woman." He tried to gather as much information about other men in the city. Barth wanted to know if the serial killer would strike again, who would be the next victim. He's trying to guess the serial killer's next move. But his efforts were wasted. Carter can't get into classified information about the people of the city. All he could find was their old police records. Who had parking tickets, drunk and disorderly. And that's all he got. Nothing else.