Death Note Another Note: The Los Angeles Bb Case Novels & Stories

Buried. Death certificate issued. Case closed. Sebastian frowned. "That's impossible." Gabriel nodded slowly. "I attended the funeral." Blackwood looked equally confused. "So did I." Rebecca looked from one face to another. "If he died..." She swallowed. "...whose fingerprints were on Daniel's envelope?" Silence. Sarah zoomed in on the article. A tiny detail caught her attention. The funeral photograph. Six men stood beside the grave. Five wore black suits. One wore a dark overcoat.

CHAPTER 35: RECIPE FOR DISASTER. "The city of Los Angeles is in mourning today," a female reporter said, wearing a sad look, and dressed in black. "Just behind, in front of the cathedral, is the procession for one of the city's most iconic police officers, Detective Peter Benedict, and his entire family. They were brutally murdered by one of the city's long-standing gangs - the Scarlet Mafia, one of the city's plagues ravaging the lives of many."

He just shook his head and smiled as he recalled how her lips felt like. *No, wait, Lance Kim. What were you thinking?!* He scolded himself. *That was an accident.* He added as he shook all those thoughts away. Patrice, on the other hand, woke up feeling all comfortable. She even hugged the blanket tightly and even smelled it. “This smells different from my bed.” She mumbled as she snuggled herself in the blanket of L’s bed. Just as then, she remembered one thing. “Death Note!” She beamed as she flashed her eyes wide and stood up immediately from the bed.

“You’ve got my attention. But I need to know how you got this information. And I want to hear it all, starting from the beginning.” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over me. “It’s a long story,” I said, glancing at Luca, who nodded encouragingly. “But it starts with a murder. Lorenzo Benedetti was killed, but it was part of a larger plan. His allies are still out there, and they’re more dangerous than ever.” Detective Martinez waved us into his office, and we followed him inside, the door clicking shut behind us. The office was cluttered with papers and case files, a chaotic mix of law enforcement and real-life crime.

They did that most of the time to search for evidence and the cause of death. “You’re here, Alpha.” Bobby, the head enforcer, said on seeing me. One of the enforcers brought out a note from the drawer in the room. He glanced through the note. “What the…” “What is it?” Bobby asked, snatching the note from his hand. Bobby read the note and stared at me with bulging eyes. “It’s a suicide note!” My heart jumped aggressively in my chest. Why would she kill herself?

She had put in on the right way, then taped it so it would not slip, but also so it did not constrain her breathing. "Very good, you have it exactly right," I said. "Have you, perhaps, worn one in the past?" "Mumzy tried tight leather ones on step-creature number three. She did the thing with straws?" I knew what she meant. "But she got distracted by a phone call once... he didn't last too long." I knew that when very rich people died during B&D in the pricier parts of LA, a special police squad investigates and it is always ruled accidental; it is understood that contributions will be made and favors are owed. I assumed that was what happened to the late Number Three.

A black smoke engulfed the space on the chair beside Death Note and Jackson appeared with a silver coloured Device wrapped around his head and his entire body bounded in chains. "This is him. Where is my cargo?" Death Note asked. Sarraphina snapped her fingers and a guard walked in with a black briefcase. He placed it on the table on between them and walked away. "Check it" She said. Death Note brought the briefcase closer to him and he opened it. In it was a pen. "This is fake" Death Note stated with anger after observing the pen and he broke it after. "What do you expect, you asked for the impossible." Sarraphina replied

My eyes widened and I dropped my spoon when the headline appeared on the screen along with my ID picture and the school doctor’s. The young Senior Investigator Hibara is the prime suspect for the murder of Dr. Celina Marquez, according to our city’s most trusted consulting detective, Arthur Cake.

I woke up early, got dressed and packed. With about twenty minutes to spare before I needed to be heading out, I logged into my Moon Shadow laptop to check on the investigation of the murders. Armageddon had added several files to my research folder including a few other attacks that had resulted in deaths with the same pattern as the others and the case file of Bella’s orchestrated attack. My heart lurched. Did Armageddon know it was me? I had only been offline for a week. That wasn’t unusual.

I sighed in distress because, again, I had to worry about the second person since the mafia seemed to be quiet these days. “What’s wrong?” Lily asked, and I shook my head. “N-nothing, I…” “You don’t trust me?” “What, no.” “Then why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you—is it about the shooting for the other day?” "The one you think Damian is responsible for?” I rolled my eyes. "Oh, it is the shooting then, what did the detective say?” “It’s not Cassie who’s sent the notes; in fact, the detective thinks it’s a man.”