Crime Books 2020 Novels & Stories

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

Joe’s voice taunted from behind me, but I didn’t turn back. The night was cold and dark, the moon casting an ethereal glow on my skin. I hailed another taxi and headed home,to the place where I was still valued. After what felt like an eternity, I arrived at the Brooks mansion. My gaze shifted to the hit man ontop of the roof, his gun aimed at me, waiting for orders. Slowly, he lowered his gun and i smirked. Perhaps they missed me and don't want me killed. If I guessed correctly, my mother was behind the orders as my dad had travelled out of the country, Damian? He hated me and would stop at nothing to detach my head from my body.

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"I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit." His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..." I raised a hand, cutting off his frantic denial. "The bride was Tessa, her voice matching that of the dragging dispatcher. I realized then it was no mishap, but murder. Her warped obsession killed Wesley and demolished us. I shattered, fleeing into a train's path..." I trailed off, but my quivering voice implied the rest. Chris's hand extended shakily but retr

In her place was someone far more dangerous than anyone had ever imagined. She wondered how long it would take for hotel staff to find the body in Room 1427. She wondered what Marcus would say when the news broke... when police began asking questions about his wife’s girls’ night and any possible connection to the murdered political operative. She wondered whether the cold calm would hold when the consequences finally arrived at her door... or whether the sirens now echoing louder through the night would bring everything crashing down. The sirens grew closer still. Sophia smiled faintly into her glass and raised it in a silent toast to the memory of Jason Whitaker.

The crime scene was processed with the usual efficiency, but Casie felt the weight of the note in her pocket like a stone. As she and Rick drove to meet the Captain, she stared out the window, mind racing through possibilities. The symbols, the wounds, that ancient script—all pointed to something far beyond their department's usual homicides. "You're quiet," Rick observed, navigating through morning traffic. "More quiet than usual, I mean." "Just processing," she replied, the half-truth coming naturally after years of hiding her true nature. "These kills are escalating. The first two were found in abandoned buildings, but this one..."

Two minutes later, he was dead. Two shooters. No security footage. No witnesses. No suspects. And even now, a prosecutor with decades of enemies, his case remained unsolved. The NYPD called it a mafia hit, but no family ever took credit. No names were ever whispered. She poured herself a double shot of whiskey that night, let it burn down her throat like liquid armor, and told herself she didn’t care. It wasn’t the first lie she’d told herself. And it wouldn’t be the last. —

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But on the shelf directly beside it, three books had been pulled slightly forward from the rest—the unconscious habit of someone repeatedly reaching for them. I read the spines. Criminal Law: Principles and Cases. Forensic Evidence in Modern Prosecution. Michigan State Statutes — Student Edition. I stood very still. Mae Lawson wasn’t reading for pleasure. Mae Lawson was researching. I heard Mrs. Pembrook’s chair shift behind me. “Miss Sinclair.” Her voice had changed—less surprised now, more cautious. “Those books were requested by one of our scholarship students this week. They’re reserved.” I turned.

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