Crime Thriller 소설 & 이야기

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

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.”

“Pull the trigger. Prove you belong in this world.” Her hands shook. “If I don’t?” Dante smiled. The chair creaked as it tilted slightly toward the pit. Annabelle whimpered. Sienna’s vision blurred. This was it. The stain Damien warned her about. She walked to the crate. Picked up the gun. The man sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry,” Sienna whispered. She pulled the trigger. The sound cracked through the warehouse like a bone snapping. The man collapsed. Dead. Sienna stood frozen, gun still raised, ears ringing.

The ice cream had been forgotten in just a second. In crime movies, the espionage agents spy on their suspects wherever they go to investigate any suspicious actions without getting caught—because if they do get caught, are they even a true spy? Olivia had never thought about what she really wanted to be in the future as she was still undecided on her future career. But with the way she was pulling off her fake ignorant act, she was once again qualified for another potential job.

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

“The thief covered every track. This player knows the family weaknesses perfectly.” I felt the pressure of the situation grow. Victoria’s mask hid her real intentions. The sealed document could reveal Sarah’s deepest discoveries. Its theft changed the game once more. Later that night, I reviewed the events with Elena and Damien. “Victoria refused to share the document,” I said. “Now someone took it during the break in. The erased footage leaves no clues. The new player moves with perfect timing.” Damien checked his notes. “The break in matches the hacker’s style,” he replied. “The countdown forces mistakes. Victoria loses control. The document could expose everything Sarah learned.”

I hope you enjoy and continue reading my first ever written story. This story is a fiction mixed with mystery and thriller. You will also find romance and action here. Author's Whisper: If you have any guess or idea about the culprit's identity, drop it in the comment section below and I'll go investigate him/her right away. CHAR😸😘 Yours truly, Kidmingur Glossary ⚜ Serdents- the inscription and name given to the members of Serobia ⚜ Grevho - elderly people task to maintain balance and order in the organization

Everyone was gathered. From grandparents to siblings and friends. The house was full of people, eagerly waiting for the birthday boy, Christoffer Derrick, to arrive. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Derrick, were one of the wealthiest people of Goldfinch, one of the smallest towns in California, recognized for being a target to endless crimes. It was mandatory for people to stay inside at night. The town was rumoured to be cursed. There was no other expalnation to the sickening crimes committed by maksed criminals. From the time the mayor's house had been set on fire, to the time people were violated and killed under the public's sight.

However, that was only the first attack. Gasps erupted in the room as the traitor--one of the men holding the criminal--fished out a knife of his own. The skilled man threw the weapon, and this time Raven did not expect it. Jean Luc watched with widened eyes as Raven glanced down to where the wound was. Crimson blood was profusely spilling from the wound, and yet, although a flicker of pain crossed her gaze, it was swiftly covered with murder. Jean Luc knew that look. The crew had shot up on their feet, and the place became one of chaos. The three people involved in the competition were still on their feet, bewildered

Owens voice breaks the silence that they had fallen into and she turns to face him. “See for yourself.” She gestures behind him at the notebook and typewriter on the desk. “I am writing a thriller, mystery, crime book. I want to try my hand at being a writer like Agitha Christie or Ruth Rendell. Mostly Agitha Christie. My Pops and Grams used to read her books aloud to each other each night after dinner. I would lay on the couch and listen, falling in love with them just as much. Pops and I use to try to one up the other by guessing the killer first. But it was almost always Gram that was right.” Owen chuckles, as he looks over the idea and rough book concept that she scribbled down. “So, you