Crime Thriller Series Novels & Stories

That choice offended him more than anything. “Sir…” Director Collins tried again, hesitant. “Just so we are aligned… the altered CCTV timestamps show Peter accessing the accounts at odd hours. The forged signatures match his. And the missing funds appear routed through his log-ins.” “Good,” Mark said calmly. “Make it airtight. The board will call for an internal investigation by tomorrow.” Director Eliana exchanged a glance with Collins. “And if Peter tries to defend himself?” Because the investigation has started at the police office.

Jan 2012, Siegel Gambino vs Victoria Larei Fraser. "In this criminal case, Ms. Fraser is accused of murdering Mr. Ryan Fraser and kidnapping of Mr. Gambino in late November 2011" I squeeze my eyes close and took a deep breath upon hearing the judge's words. At the same time, I rub my sweaty palms together as I anxiously listen to her. She is about to announce the outcome of the trial. This trial has been going on for so long and today concluded it and I hate to admit that I am the villain of this story.

"What?" "Don't chase me, Jake, you don't know why I'm watching you, but one day you will, and it will make sense," She said and hung up before I could get a word in, I was even more confused now 'What did that mean?' I thought and told Jake what she had said. He was about as clueless as I was and it pissed us both off. We finished our food and paid the bill before leaving the bar and heading for the hotel, I needed sleep and Jack needed a drink, so when we got to the hotel I fell onto the couch and used my jacket as a pillow. I saw Jack grabbing a beer from the mini-fridge, Nicki was asleep in Jade's arms, and JJ was passed out on the floor. Jade looked up to see that we had come back and ta

“I didn’t have proof.” Quinn studied him. “Why this case?” For once, he hesitated. “I studied criminology,” he said. “We got a version of this case. It stuck.” It didn’t feel like the full truth. Quinn noticed, but let it go. “For now.” Damian stepped closer to the board, focus locking in again. “There’s a pattern,” he said. “Victims, locations… something connects them.” Quinn followed his gaze. “Then we find it.”

“Is there a pattern between them?” “It's fucking brutal,” Rafael admitted exhaustedly, tapping down against the whiteboard to indicate his case notes. “It seems that a serial killer is on the loose. He kidnaps the girls, rapes them and then tortures them to death.” I jolted backwards, mortified at this revelation. “What a bastard,” Zayn gritted through clenched teeth, balling his hands into fists, his veins pulsating their way to the surface of his skin alarmingly as his blood began to boil.

They didn’t involve outsiders—not in this world. Bonnie stepped forward, her shock hardening into something sharper. “Whoever did this knew Tiger was close to finding her out,” she said, her voice tight with suspicion. Ghost turned, fixing Bonnie with a hard stare as she moved toward the hallway. “If I didn’t know where you were, you’d be a suspect.” The words came out cold, though she didn’t fully mean them as an accusation. Bonnie’s face narrowed, her lips pressing together. “Two dead in one week. First Anna, now Tiger. This isn’t good.”

Alfred said while walking towards the coffee maker. “What type of coffee do you prefer, black or creamy?” He asked Melody, clicking the two mugs together. “Creamy, sir,” Melody responded slightly, staring at Alfred, who didn't seem to spare her a glance. “Antonio is not like every other criminal; he has his tricky ways,” Melody insisted, staring at her boss with all inconvenience. “What ways, Melody?” Alfred demanded adamantly, but she wasn't willing to talk. How would she even tell her boss? She was involved with a criminal. How would she even tell her boss that the tricky ways he had were the ways he made her moan in sexual frustration?

"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

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.”

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.