Novel & Cerita Death Note Another Note: The Los Angeles Bb Case

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.”

Who is he? “Dead,” I mumbled. Matteo swallowed heavily, he said nothing further. He knew better when I sounded like this. But something felt wrong. This had been far too easy. Too clean. Too smooth. In the underworld, when something is far too easy, it’s never considered a win. It's a message. I knelt next to the body and flipped over the jacket. Then I located it. A folded note, blood-stained. Bold red ink slashed across it:

He made his choice. Romero always followed his instincts, and when he saw Antino Dellator getting too handsy with Anateya, he suspected that something was amiss. It was shortly confirmed by the mini-explosions throughout the cemetery. If he’d been just 3 minutes late, she would have been gone and he’d probably never find her again. Berretta’s people were annoyingly good at staying hidden. Anateya didn’t spare him a single glance when they returned, hurrying up the steps to her room. His mouth twitched at the resounding thud.

The bartender spoke. Turning to him, I took the glass and smiled. Along with the glass a little note was passed to me. Casually sipping on the glass, I read the note, 'Third seat of the left corner, curly-blonde girl in black short dress.' I looked in the direction and found out the girl. Once again reading the note, 'The deceased's illegitimate daughter. And the man in a black shirt beside her was the investigating officer of the case. They are suspicious_ The rest is yours.' Reading, I crumpled the note, shoving it into my pocket before turning to the bartender.

"I need the CCTV footage of the moments before Angela's death, and also Vanezoir's medical records when he was declared dead while on the journey. I'm sure there's something fishy about both of their deaths." ***

Behind the card there was a number and Jonathan's initials. I compared the signature and understood that the notebook had been his at some point. That could only be a terrible joke. A very ugly game. But I found myself flipping through the pages, trying to find Suzane's name. Maybe that was Jonathan's Death Note, his little reckoning notebook. But only Hunter was a well-known name for me. All the others were mere whimsical handwriting. I started thinking about the possibilities for that notebook to exist. If it were a list of traitors, then it would make sense for Hunter to be on it.

I must find this killer cause it's so unfair . I entered the house and saw the bodies, they were looking pale and the bite Mark's were there, As I walked further to one of the kid I saw a sticky note which read Hello Vanessa you need to drop this case cause this matter doesn't concern you or else you are gonna lose someone soon Secret admirer

Azriel replied. “Alright, that’s swell… You can come back now – I think we have a lead!” “Oh – seriously? How? When?” “You’d know the details when you get here…” “Okay – But I was supposed to meet Professor Allen Wake tonight in five hours though… Should I not go?” “Yes Az, just come home… we don’t have time for ghost stories right now… I’m at a crime scene Az, there’s been another multiple murder… I haven’t gone in yet… but that’s what I hear --- He is back Az… the angel of death is back!”

“This doesn’t read right.” Keller leaned in over her shoulder. “What doesn’t?” She angled the phone to show him. “The timing. Daniel just made him our main link—now he’s dead?” Keller didn’t blink. “Pretty convenient,” Selena said, her suspicion plain. She scrolled to the last page. She found the note—typed, short. Too perfect. Her pulse steadied. That eerie calm when chaos starts making a pattern. “This…” she said quietly. Keller caught her meaning. “What?”

“Perhaps not as divinely as some, but hardly murderous. I'm sure there are ship manifests to confirm her Atlantic passages, but I doubt there's a gun that she might have fired from Spain and hit him in Los Angeles.” Detective Kelly smiled wryly. "Agreed." His brows flicked up and almost conversationally he added, "Still, somebody's responsible for three unsolved murders, and maybe even a contributing factor to your brother's suicide." Elbowing Detective Sosa, the two men rose. "Thank you again for your time. I apologize for the interruption to your schedule, but once again, talking with you has been most helpful." Andrew and Mr. Collins shook the detective's hand as it was offered to them, t