Crime Novel For Hosea Novels & Stories

the blonde hissed as she hit the man’s head with a silver pot as hard as she could which caused him to fall unconscious. Olivia was panting from the exertion as she stared at the man lying on the floor in his unconscious state. A body was slid on the floor to her side with blood trailing. As she stared at the dead person, that was when she realized that it was a family friend. The blonde looked around them. There were dead bodies everywhere, and they were all her acquaintances. The people that she was just talking to earlier, were now dead. Dakota, on the other hand, continued to shoot. She could feel a presence coming up to them as she was about to shoot the person when she saw who it was.

Wilson rolls his eyes. "The police officer was in charge of a particular drug case involving the ash mafia," he explains. "He had obtained serious information, but was killed by Conall. Conall was a deadly man I can assure you." “Drugs or murders?” I ask, trying not to let myself break at the news. “Everything bad,” Wilson replies immediately and my heart sinks. “He was the backbone of the Ash mafia. I just need to find a link between Aaron and the Ash mafia and boom! I’ll be unstoppable here.”

The drive back to the estate felt longer than the two hours it had taken on the way. The fog clung to the coastal road like a shroud, swallowing the headlights and turning the world into a narrow tunnel of asphalt and silence. Harrison’s hands stayed tight on the wheel, knuckles pale. I stared straight ahead, the investigator’s words echoing in my skull on repeat: paid for with a card registered to a Diana Moreau-Voss. I gripped my knees so hard my nails bit through.

Her sharp eyes immediately found Richard, who had just rushed outside. She held up a leather badge. "We're looking for Miss Aya Rhodes." Richard frowned. "Who are you?" The woman didn't look away from the mansion. "My name is Detective Elena Cruz." She paused. "And we're reopening the Hawthorne investigation." Every eye turned toward me. Then Detective Cruz delivered the words that made my blood run cold. "Miss Rhodes..." "...we believe your mother's case wasn't an accident." "We believe it was a cover-up."

She felt a hand upon her shoulder, “I see. If he is in this city, I can find your rich bastard Giovanna. But the psychos extracting him, would require the blessing of the Hatter as you very well know.” “I know. And I can pay you. The ransom money is fuckin’ yours if we get him out alive. But the Hatter is going to want in on this trust me. I need to show you something.” Amber’s hand’s shook a bit as she unlocked her watch. She found her secured folder and put in the password. It was a bit awkward with her father peering over her shoulder as she quickly skimmed past naked photos of herself. And Leo. And even one of Grayson. But right now, she didn’t have time to dwell on that humiliation. Why

Just when she was about to leave, Zoya called from behind. “What do I need to do?” Mrs. Rose smirked. “Nothing much, just cause a few heartbreaks.” — Elio sighed. The laptop screen was displaying the same thing over and over again. His mind was silent though he was trying to think. His brain kept sending emotional waves his way which he was trying to dodge now and then. The file of the morgue was right beside him and Ayah was in the kitchen making coffee for him. He had confirmed the identity of the dead body named Hansa Adler. The problem was that their address and every single thing matched with Ayah. This worried him to a great extent.

My heart started thumping a rhythm. I closed my eyes, recalling the last memory from my previous life, It was a news report I had seen on the internet that shook the whole city. The headline flashed behind my eyelids, clear as day. HEIRESS MURDERED: Rose Hawthorne found dead in her father’s basement. Perpetrators: Husband and Best Friend. My blood turned to ice. I gripped the door handle so hard the plastic groaned. "Derek? You okay?" Silas asked, looking at me with concern.

Combined with the matching case from the lower depot, her possessive greed had driven her straight into the pit without a second thought. “I... I simply failed to note the scent of the bone-work. It was an innocent error, Brooke,” Rosa stammered, her voice rising into a shrill, defensive register as she attempted to lie her way out of the clearing. My wolf refused to allow her room to slide away, my voice cutting through her excuses like an iron axe. “Then detail the mechanics for the room, Rosa: how does an innocent error allow a foreign assistant’s print to instantly dissolve the private security encryption of a Lawson daughter?”

Stay in Geneva—and sacrifice Elena. He opened his secure browser. Silvio’s feed lit up the screen with U.S. enforcement updates. Then he saw it. “AUSA Eleanor Maxwell Honored for Landmark Organized Crime Case.” Dated three days ago. A photo of Maxwell at a podium. And behind her— Hayes. Luca zoomed in. Hayes looked older, drained—but his eyes were the same. Focused. Unsettled. Working on a puzzle he hadn’t abandoned. Hayes was still hunting.

All he saw was something who should have been long dead. It was like the world had slowed down as I saw his finger slowly apply pressure to the trigger. Even the sparks from the blast came barreling out of the gun slowly. Hectyr wasn’t slow. His arms wrapped around me as he pulled me backward and twisted so his back was to my father. I felt him jolt backward slightly causing my eyes to close which somehow caused me to get a headrush. When I opened them we were on a beach. Waves filled with ice chunks were crashing to shore as I Hectyr finally released me to take a step backward.