Culverhouse Murders Novels & Stories

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Zack explained but Harris was quite confused. "Human Flayer? What do you mean?" He asked. "14 years ago, there was a popular serial murder case called the Flayer Murder case. The culprit was called The Flayerman. The case was titled Flayer Murder case because all the victim's corpses were discovered without furs. Flayerman would flay his victims alive after torturing them and rendering them helpless and defenseless and then he'd use the flayed furs to make garments and cashmere which he'd sell to the families of the victim." Zack exclaimed.

They spread rumors online, claiming that Margot had known about Anastasia's affair with him all along and had used it to blackmail him for a huge hush payment. Anastasia already resented Louis to the core for causing Margot's death. Now, faced with such shameless slander, she completely lost what little rationality she had left. She pulled strings through her connections and bribed people inside the prison. During a contact visitation, she took a fountain pen and stabbed it straight into Louis' neck. She didn't stop until blood spread across the entire table. He died on the spot. His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe this was how his life would end.

Harrison started. Robert Thornton killed Daniel Kesser. He framed my husband. He has been erasing people who know too much. Marcus Chen is dead. Harrison's office was broken into last night. And somebody sent a picture of my car to my phone at midnight. So I am not going to talk carefully around this. Not today." Pierce looked at her and said “Do you know your husband office was broken into this morning”. Maria felt the blood leave her face. "What office?" "His main corporate office. Blackwood Towers. A small team. They went through his personal records."

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.

Her hands tightened around the case files, the paper crumpling beneath her grip. Was Damian Voss a suspect? Or was he something worse? Evelyn leaned back in her chair, rubbing her head, the weight of the evidence pressing down on her. It wasn’t enough to make an arrest, but it all pointed in one direction—Damian Voss. Billionaire. Businessman. Untouchable. And somehow, connected to these murders. Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise—something shifting outside her window. Evelyn tensed, reaching for her gun. She lived on the fourth floor. No one should be out there.

********* That night, Jack drove through the rain with his Colt on the seat beside him and a thousand questions in his head. Evelyn Chase’s murder wasn’t random. Neither was George Benton’s death. The same names kept circling back—Bill Darcy. Sandra Harris. Chris Newton. And now Lilian—the woman standing unknowingly at the center of it all. He crushed the cigarette under his heel, muttering to himself: “Everyone’s got blood on their hands in this city. The only question is whose name is written in the ledger.” Thunder rolled overhead. And somewhere across town, in the shadows of a penthouse window, Bill Darcy was already pouring himself a drink—smiling, because he knew the game had just chan

“Excuse me, Officer. I’m Dominic Sylvester from Manhattan. This car belongs to me. My wife and son are missing. Officer Stanley Reeves from Midtown North Precinct sent me here for an update.” He checked my identity card and let me, Lucien, inside. “I’m Officer Hudson from the Mount Vernon Police Department. We received an update about the crime that took place here earlier. Two people have been murdered using two different weapons. One casualty is identified as your chauffeur, Freddie Smith. We are transferring his body to our forensic department for further investigation.” I gasped with horror as I clutched at my heart and staggered backwards. Freddie was dead! What could have happened?

Summers said. “”I’m good too, how’s the weather in London?” Whitefield asked. “Cold, but not as cold as New York, where are you at the moment?” Summers asked. “I’m on my way to dinner, with my wife and daughter, is anything the matter?” Whitefield asked. “Well yeah, Mclean was murdered yesterday, his wife told me today when I went to inspect the paintings, and the sick thing is that he was murdered in the same fashion as the other victims, Carl I’m becoming more scared and worried”.

The kind of smile you give when a chess game finally ends, and your opponent has walked straight into the trap you've set from the very first move. "Detective Bell." My voice was calm, almost gentle. "That recording… Doesn't it prove the killer poisoned those four, and then drank his own poison? Doesn't that sound like a guilty man taking himself out? "I don't understand why you all keep looking at me. From start to finish, I never did a thing. Just because Sharon suffered, just because I hated them for it, that makes me guilty? "I told you before. Yes, I hated them. But I'm just one woman. What could I really do?"