Damn Double Homicide Novels & Stories

Seeing Darcy's spy stand before me, I had to chant all the mantras that could stop me from tearing her face to shreds. This person killed one of my children. According to Harold, I was carrying twins, but one was severely affected by the drug. They barely managed to save the second one because I called him in time. How potent was the drug she gave me, or, did they plan to kill me? “Denise, ever heard of the phrase, karma is a bitch?”

Still, he remained silent, adhering to his solemn dining habits. Then, his secretary received a call and strode away to hear better. Face wrought with some shades of disquietude, the secretary reported, “Mr. Young, this just came in: Harold Dunn died by falling off a building. Manslaughter, they say. The suspect, who has been detained by the authorities, turned out to be his own father.”

None of the cases she had worked on in the past had troubled her this much. Unable to sleep and unable to stay put, she had left the house earlier and had gone to the office, maybe she could have a head start in this. Pamela Neil and Clarissa Jan had more than just one thing in common, and asides from the fact that they might have possibly been killed by the same killer - no, hold that thought, it was a fact as clear as day that they had definitely been killed by the same person - they also had each other’s DNA sample in the other’s murder scene. This killer was playing a twisted game and as much as Tia appreciated the suspense and the chase, she still would love to get to the bottom of this

“ Wow, a praise?“Heymumbled.dirmumbled.dirimbled. Thank you, boss.” As Ava stared around the mall, she could see that it was partly empty, and the sight of the five dead bodies crept her skin. Her heart sank when she recalled how pretty and peaceful the place was when she and Roland came inside. But now, it was nothing but a crime scene in her eye. “Clean up this mess. I am taking Ava home.” Roland said. “Okay boss. I will call the cleaning up crew right now.” Jax replied. Ava felt confused about where both men's discussion was heading.

I still didn’t say anything. “Double homicide,” he said. “Happened in 2001. High-profile. A judge and a banker. Shot execution-style. Files buried so deep, someone really wanted them forgotten.” I slowly leaned back again, jaw tight. The name of the case already came back before he even said it. He tilted his head. “You were eighteen.” My fingers curled around the armrest. “You came all the way here to talk about something that happened when I was a teenager?”

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.

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.

He explained why it all didn’t make sense that there might be someone else. “You remember the case of two years ago, the twins Joan and Jana. You were in charge of it too. We strongly believed that there are some connections in all of these murder cases and we want you to look over them again. There might be something, why would Dust kill her when she was having his baby, doesn’t it sound somehow? Give it some thought.”

"I'll be at the station in a few minutes." Detective Silverman walks into the police station, he walks up to Frank, who is busy typing on a computer. "What do you have for me, Frank?" "Our Victim's name is Jasper Mikkelson, he is 24 years old and from Ukraine and died 1 year ago in a home invasion, he was killed along with his parents and 3 siblings." "Do you think this victim stole that person's identity?" "That would be very difficult, I matched their fingerprints, dental records, and blood type, this is the same person." "So he died twice? I don't understand." "Well there is a report that says he was pronounced dead but his body was stolen from the morgue before he could be buried." "So a

No— He smiled in that sick, calculating way. And then the gunshot. And another. I couldn’t breathe. I sat frozen, my hands numb, knees locking as if standing was no longer an option. The news anchor continued. “Dominic Rossi is seen here in what experts confirm is a direct execution order involving two civilians—both later confirmed dead in an unsolved double homicide last year. Authorities believe this footage will lead to a nationwide investigation into—” The room faded. Not figuratively.