Damn Double Homicide นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I knew you would ask about them, so I checked beforehand. It turned out they're both dead.” My brows knitted. “When did they die?” “They both lost their lives within a year after that accident,” he said. “In what circumstances?” He blew out a breath, then pointed at the first name in the report. “Hit and run. The culprit was never found. The traffic camera that should have captured the scene malfunctioned that day. The other one was allegedly killed by a burglar in his own house. Like in the previous case, they've never found the killer.” I looked at Sanders and watched his hands curl into fists. “They were killed by the same people who pushed Valentino's car, weren't they?” he strained thr

“Kane…” “Stop it.” I hissed with a jaw clenched. “Laverde…” My hand curled around the phone as fury exploded in me. “Stop the fucking games, Cassie!” “Or…. Carter?” I stiffened and was confused as to why she had to include Laverde and Carter– “Who could be the real killer of the twins, Damon?” My eyes widened as I realized that it might be involved in the car accident. Laverde… Carter…

The machine showed that her lifeline was depressing. Carolina holds her mom's hand, her mother smiles at her and takes her last heavy breath.

He knew it’s going to be a long day and of days to come. He went over the case again. Two young couple murdered, a very brutal double murder, with several children of prominent families as suspects, and nine years later one of these kids suddenly turned himself in. Yes, one confessed and convicted. He was one of two who didn’t actually come from a wealthy family.

She asked slightly irritated. "D. B. C tech groups you said?" Helma's dad asked with all seriousness and Donald nodded. "hmmm. I was your dad's personal driver. I drove your parents for years. Unfortunately, I called sick on day and couldn't go to work, only for me to return to work two days later to the news of his death" Helma's dad said heartbroken and sad. There was fume of silence in the dinning area. They all had sober faces. Helma's mom sobbed softly holding her husband's hands.

“You looked me in the eye yesterday and lied to me like the worst scumbag! You want the money so desperately? Too bad it didn’t work out for you because you’ll spend a lot of time in prison!” I heard a police siren approaching the house, and I knew Moira heard it, too. It was only a matter of seconds before they came and took her away for good. “Actually, that would be a life in prison for both of them. That’s what they’ll get for a double homicide.” No. No. I shook my head in disbelief. “That’s not possible!” My attention was focused solely on Kieran. I desperately hoped he would say something to assure me that what he said was a lie. “My parents died in a car crash! They were not murdered!

She had a gaping wound on her throat. So that’s where all the blood came from, I thought. *** "Two murders in one night. This is getting out of hand," Danna said grimly. She was talking to her partner while staring at me. Did she just say two murders? "There has been another murder?" I asked. I wish my voice didn't shake so much. "It seems that your neighbor might have something to do with it. What do you know about him?" she asked me directly this time. "I don't know what you are talking about," I said, shaking my head.

Don't try to play games with me. Ethan's stomach dropped. Last time? There had been other murders? Other innocent people who died because his mom decided they were inconvenient? *I'll pay you double if you do it right this time. You screwed up before. If Samuel hadn't helped me cover your tracks, we'd both be in prison right now.* The phone nearly slipped from his grip again. His jaw hung open as the full horror sank in. Both parents. Both of them had conspired to murder someone. Not just his mother—his father too.

“That's why I want to know the connection between the two of them. And I wish that what I'm thinking isn't the same. Otherwise, this case will get even more complicated.” “And what exactly are you thinking?” She raised her eyebrow. “If these two children are the same, it means that Ms. Charlotte and Gabriel already know each other and in fact they both have a child,” Blair looked at his face, she didn't think in that angle. “And the five-year-old who set fire to that house in 2003 was none other than Ethan.” “This case is truly shocking,” she said, taking a deep breath, her worry evident on her face. “Is there any police officer who will help us?” She asked in a low voice.

Chuckling, I didn’t want to push her about details, but what she’d said about her boss alone was enough to be disturbing. “I think I will.” She hummed along with the fascinating music she’d selected as she poured a glass from the already opened bottle, taking her time to enjoy several sips. “I was newly hired when I was assigned the case, and only after I asked for it repeatedly. My boss finally relented. Damien Duncan was a true sociopath, a man who destroyed lives. I believed wholeheartedly in his guilt. The police believed they finally got him, his fingerprint found at one of the scenes. He killed six women, tying their bodies and slaughtEricag them by removing organs.” When she shifted h