Novel & Cerita Crimes Without Evidence

"But they wouldn't file charges and a warrant of arrest if they didn't have proof?" "It was tampered with or fabricated. I don't know." She scoffed. Marga didn't ask further, but she knew that something wasn't right. She was doubting whether her mother could do it or not. But she and her mother had done something—that could be called a crime—but murder was way too far from it. ???

“Well, you know. “My police force hasn’t turned up a single lead, no solid evidence to go on. No DNA, other than from the victims themselves. No forensics, no suspects. How odd is that? Even the spiders are a bust; Brazilian wanderers, the lab says. Absolutely no idea how they might have gotten over here. Zilch. It’s a wonder state cops or the feds haven’t stepped into this yet. If they do, and if the national press comes in with them, this town won’t ever be the same. But who knows, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing at this point.” His mouth was slightly twisted, Katie saw.

"You've only ordered the same exact thing every day we've been here. Except yesterday you wanted sun chips instead of Doritos. And the day before that you had Gatorade instead of lemonade." She looks back down at the case files in front of her. "Guess that's why you're the undercover guy. Thanks." ~~~ Half an hour later, Jones has already finished her sandwich and I still haven't touched mine, too busy examining the photos from the crime scene. With the apparent clumsiness of these murders, I'm shocked that the CSIs couldn't find any fingerprints or DNA evidence. The perpetrators left nothing behind to identify them,

“They become real.” He shrugs. “Maybe. Who the hell knows, right? We don’t have much in the way of proof, do we? Past a handful of people who have either died mysterious deaths or folks who have left town, quietly vanishing without a trace, what can we prove? Nothing. What do we know? Precious little. Something else you might be interested in, by the way.” “Do I really want to know?”

Marco Vincenzo queried with scrutiny. Detective Jones chuckled. “No, I am not scared of them, I am just trying not to waste my time. These men cannot be arrested since they were not caught at the scene of the crime, once they get away with it, there is nothing we can do regardless of the fact that we know where they stay. They are suspects but there is no evidence strong enough to put them away,” he explained. “So you are trying to say that as long as they were not caught at the scene of the crime, then they can not be prosecuted? How does that even make sense?” the angry Captain spat.

Diandra zoomed in on a few visible photos of the victim, whose index finger was turning blue because the nail was gone. "Yeah, I noticed that too. But damn it! "Christopher's youngest son always gets away with it and has no evidence or traces of a crime to his name." Zella clutched her hands; previously, she had asked Layla who was so skilled in hacking internet data, but still, there was no criminal record for Mikequel Cristopher. "He's quite cunning and clever in playing the action." Diandra nodded and agreed with what Zella said. She was amazed at how Mikequel Christopher's murders worked; how could they accuse Mike of murder? Even though Mike has no evidence of committing murder. Of cour

He sat quietly throughout the entire exchange, almost as though none of this concerned him. I looked back at Anita. “Then why didn't he come out and prove his innocence all this time?” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Why didn't you people conduct enough research before pinning every crime you knew nothing about on him?” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. She stepped closer. “You spent years building a case against my client based on assumptions, rumors and circumstantial evidence, yet now that you've finally managed to bring him in, you can't even produce enough evidence to justify keeping him here.”

The moment they chose Gloria and disregarded my survival, they were no longer my brothers. Saul narrowed his eyes dangerously. “It seems like I have to teach you a lesson.” Before I could say no, he forced me to kneel on the shards on the floor. A sharp pain shot straight into my entire body. Then, he helped Gloria up before he stomped down on my knees. I sucked in a sharp breath as the shards dug even deeper. They took me to the police station. Since Camala refused to admit her crimes and the drunkard was proven to be mentally unsound, the investigation had come to a halt. They needed more proof.

When she saw the name on the phone’s screen, she then stepped out of the car and answered it. “So, any updates? At least one evidence of Dakota’s crimes would be good of a progress,” the man spoke from the other line. Dakota pressed her phone with her shoulder as she took out wet wipes from her pocket to wipe the blood of her knife before responding, “What made you think I’ve done any crimes? If you can’t find any evidence, then that means there’s none.” The long silence in the call brought a grin on the woman’s face as she threw the wet wipes away and held the phone. She could imagine the shocked face of the man from the other line.

Damon said gravely. "Who perpetrated these crimes. Any lead, any evidence?" "The lack of genetic evidence and scent marker points to a were. Humans, as we know, are unaware that we can hunt by scent alone, so there was no reason to mask their scent." Peter, my tracker, leaned forward on the table. "I doubt that this is the work of one individual. The crimes are too fucking perfect!" He exclaimed. I breathed deep to keep calm. My wolf was riled up at the thought of helpless humans massacred for no reason, such deeds screamed of cowardice.