Damn Double Homicide Novels & Stories

I look around first, fearing that someone might hear us beyond the glass panels, even though I know we are the only ones in this room. Anyhow, I still lowered my voice as I told her my intuition. “I have bad feelings about these twins. The other day, I saw Damon killed a person in a cold-blooded murder and I heard him mention something about contraband getting seized by the authority.” Her wide eyes burgeoned even more, baffled as she leaned closer, dropping her voice low. “Shit. Do you think they are involved in something illegal?” I vehemently nodded. “Yes, and worst.”

He deadpanned and I jerked away from him so hard I damn near stumbled into the shaft of the gold lampshades idling in the corner. “What?” I screeched, knocking a hand to my chest as the shock sunk through my pores. ”A hit and run Darlene, the driver ran through the girl’s body twice. Your handmade was murdered.” Mr. Fernando gritted, pressing his fingers to his temples as a barrage of thoughts racked through me. Mary was murdered? But how could she be? She was supposed to be here, draw up my baths, run her comb through my hair the way she always had.

Clement pointed to the envelope. Trist looked at the envelope before picking it up; open and read. According to the letter, Frankly announced that the twins, Simon and Samuel, both died on consecutive days. Samuel killed Simon just because Samuel murdered his twin’s girlfriend last year. So there was a dispute between the siblings. Samuel then died, two people were killed here from tourists vacationing in its territory. The letter also contained information on the two men who killed Samuel.

Two months into the third year, he had almost paid back the loan in full, he had also begun to set up farms in Iowa, Minnesota, and Ohio. During the summer of the third year Daniel was vacationing with his girlfriend in Los Angeles, California, when he was murdered in the same fashion as the other victims, with his left big toe chopped off. Like the murders of the other victims, there was little to no evidence that can be used to trace his killer. The case ended up in the basement of the Los Angeles Police department, as one of the cold cases they had no plans of revisiting. Danny poured himself a cup of coffee, before opening the profile of the third victim.

If only I had reached there a second delayed, she could have died in there. Though, she was safeguarded I was sure I was giving her same kind of life. I was sure she must be dying everyday because of me but I can’t let her go just like this. She has witnessed the double murders which are done by me and freeing her would be like getting myself on the trap when half of the world is searching for me like the crazy vamps starving for blood. My phone buzzed when I was lost in thoughts. “ Boss, he’s taken care of,” the reply from another side made me grin devilishly. Mr. Russo, how dare he mess with me? The Eagle.

He had just watched his Uncle execute his father like an animal. Regina let out a choked sob, her hand flying to her mouth. The man who had killed her father was himself a victim- murdered by his own brother. Clinton stood up, his face set in a mask of professional rage. “That’s not just a cold case anymore. That’s a double homicide caught on film. The unsettling scores just became a death warrant.” “I have to submit this evidence and reopen the case,” Clinton added. “I’m sorry you will do no such thing,” Elias roared.

Shiva replied and then Damien crushed my mothers phone in his hand and tossed it aside. Once he was sure the car had disappeared, he wandered back over to the crime scene. He picked up his own cell phone and made a phone call. “I need a coroner in the alley behind Movies 16. We have a double homicide, and I need a body bag. No, just one. Thanks.” I heard him say, and he waited for the coroner to arrive.

He was arguing with someone. His face was pale. Desperate. Terrified. And then she heard words that changed everything. Words she would never forget. "If Emma finds out what really happened," Daniel said, "we're all dead." The video abruptly ended. And Emma realized her husband's double life might be far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.

Ruben moved closer to her. "The pattern of shooting is very familiar." Tess spoke still in contemplation. "Pattern?" "Mmh, Brittany was already dead when the perpetrator fired two shots on each of her shoulders." Tess spoke, her fingers rubbed her chin. "I suspect the shooter is from-" "The underworld." Jim interrupted Tess. "Huh? You know about the underworld?" Tess asked, her face scrunched up in curiosity.

Anais felt her throat dry up. “This isn’t real.” Cassian nodded. “It’s planted. Expertly. But it has your signature. Your old login. Your PIN.” “I never—” “I know. But the paper trail says otherwise.” She stared at him. “They think I killed those people.” “They think you funded it.” The interrogation room was cold. Detective Moore didn’t shout. Didn’t accuse. He just opened a folder and pushed it across the table. The wire. The date. The name of a safety inspector who went missing three days before the Fallpoint explosion.