Damn Double Homicide Novels & Stories

All of a sudden, the fluorescent lights buzz, the corridor is empty except for us and the weight of what he's about to say. "I was a junior detective on the case. I flagged some inconsistencies my superiors told me to ignore. For example, the tire marks that didn't match your father's vehicle. And also, a witness statement from a gas station attendant who saw a different car, a dark SUV speeding away at the time of the accident. That statement was in the initial report. By the time the case closed eleven days later, it was gone." He holds my gaze. "Eleven days for a double homicide, Gianna. That doesn't happen unless someone wants it closed." "What are you saying?" I sniffle, pressing my han

I say in annoyance as I smooth down my hair. He chuckles, “My apologies, now what can I do for what?” “Recently myself and another found ourselves being the targets of someone who seems to be manipulating people in our profession to end each other. I’ve found several cases of double homicides that are just chalked up to nasty cases of self-defence gone bad, but the causes of death in those cases all link up to assassins who all vanished without a trace. Of course, I now know what happened to them. I want to find the son of a bitch who put a target on my back and make him regret it. I figured if anyone would have answers regarding the disappearances of assassins, it would be you… Master,” I s

High cheekbones were framed by thick black hair and her rosebud of a mouth had the subtle trace of red lipstick. “I’ll need to get this back to the lab,” she said. “Obviously we’re looking at a double murder here. But I’ll need to smash open the concrete block to ascertain if there are any other body parts in it.” She scrawled her signature on a clipboard and went back to her staff. She moved very gracefully, like a dancer, her upper body erect and perfectly still and her legs scissoring elegantly below it. The DI motioned me to follow him and we picked our way across the duckboards to the tree.

I accused totally shocked "For your own information, you're mixing two cases together. One has already been approved of rape and the other is completely an affair." "But it's one man," I pointed out, confused. "Correct, and I'm handling the affair, I told him to go to someone else for rape." "Why don't you just leave the case altogether?" I see no point in him handling such a case when there's an interesting one on the desk "And take which one?" He asked, annoyed. I picked up the case file, "This one," And he raised his eyebrows. "Double homicide?" He asked and I nodded, "Why?"

“ Murder?! I repeated in surprise , Stephanie might hate me , my stepmom might have showed me some fake love in the past but I don’t think she and my sister are capable of killing someone. I said to myself. “ Are you sure of what you just said? I asked. “ You will find it in the details of the investigation, you will go through it” she said. “ Alright” I reply but I still refuse to believe that my sister and stepmom is capable of murder. “Did both of them committed the murder together? I asked. “No, the murder was separately, one was committed twenty years ago while the other was committed two years ago and your stepmom was an accomplice” she said.

She held his suspicious gaze and heard herself say with confidence, “Of course it was. I have no doubt. What else could it have been?” “What else could it have been, indeed? Well, since our firm is Downtown where the murder took place…” Darrell said, “Danny!” in earnest, but was ignored. “…I guess we should all be careful until the beast is caught.” Before she realized what she was saying, Bonnie, blurted, “I hope they never find it!” At the shift in both men’s bodies, she apologized, “I’m sorry. That was loud. It’s just that I heard the man who was killed had a record of assaults against women. He’d been in jail twice already for rape.” Her voice shook a little. “It’s one less horrible huma

I continued, "Ah, but the poor baby died. It died the day you pushed Rachel's head into the pool." A guttural voice came from Samuel, "No… it can't be…" "But it can. Ask your precious sister. Do you know why she attacked Rachel? Because she knew, too. She knew Rachel was pregnant. Congratulations, Samuel. You killed your own healthy little baby." That night, the Internet was shaken by one special headline. Samuel and Jade had jumped off a bridge. There was nothing but asphalt underneath. They died on the spot. … I wore the dress Rachel loved so much.

“What about the time you streaked Coach Hardy’s front lawn?” “That was a dare,” I insist. “And fuck you! You were the one filming it. How were we supposed to know his wife would be home? Or that he’d pick that moment to walk outside? You’ve gotten into just as much trouble as I have, Mr. I-Screwed-The-High-School-Football-Coach’s-Wife.” Noah holds up a hand. “I did not screw Coach Tanner’s wife and you know it.”

The girls loved it and we were able to visit all the places Beth's mother wanted to see. Shawn and I still work as partners in the homicide department and have solved one hundred fifty cases in the last five years. Together we've both come close to death. I almost died giving birth to the twins and there was one other time I thought I was going to die, but that was a year ago. One year ago... "Drop your weapon," Shawn bellows at the guy holding a gun to my head. "Drop it now or I'll shoot!"

There had to be a way to tell them apart. “ Pedro, do you want to fucking explain to me how there are two Katarina’s and two of me?” I screamed into the speaker. “ Last I checked there was only one of us! Oh also, Sven is dead! I fucking shot the son of a bitch! He was working with my fucking double.” “ Woah! What?!” He asked. I clenched my jaw. “ As I said. I have a double. Katarina has a double and she’s in custody.”