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

Alejandro’s breath stopped for a moment. “No…” he whispered, staring at the papers. “That’s impossible.” Across the desk, Detective Silva stayed calm. He opened the thick file and pushed it closer. “I wish it was,” Silva said. “But the evidence is clear.” He pulled out several pages. “Bank statements. Wire transfers. Emails between Damien Blackwood and the assassination agency.” Silva tapped the file with his finger. “It’s all here.” Alejandro felt his chest tighten.

"No shit, Toby! A specialist is coming to town this afternoon. You must keep Luccese off my back." Mention the wolf, and you'll get the teeth; the office door flies open. My hand goes under the desk as Leonard strolls in like he owns the place. He glared at me with bloodshot eyes and a heaving chest as he slammed a newspaper onto my desktop. The headline reads: 'LA stalker found dead in the Santa Monica mountains.' "What does that have to do with me, Luccese?" "Keep reading!" Next line: 'FBI Agent Nicholas Reins is a suspect in the murder.' "Your bounty hunter was there because you sent him. The only thing I can't figure out is why."

LOTUS MEDINA dropped Denver at the apartment while Angelito kept on reading about the agreement and disownment terms. “I will go now…” Denver said as Angelito nodded, and the vehicle went. Diana is busy this time, and Denver’s heart is beating so fast the moment he enters the passcode. When he goes inside the apartment unit, he is apprehensive about everything. The place looks desolate, and only boxes are left since Gabriel put it all for him to pick it up this morning. Denver’s doubt grows more significant as he goes to the place where he left the hammer. Scared about what he will see and know today, he can’t deny the underlying fact that Angelito has a connection to his father’s cold case.

Jace said and the other boys nodded. They weren’t fully wrong either because Axel and I had put on a small show so if anyone was paying attention they would have thought we were running out “oh and may I have the boys number” the detective asks and I nod sending him a small smile. He pushes over the pad and paper and I write his number down on it before sliding it back to him “thank you” he mutters with a smile and I nod sending him one back. “I wanted to let you know that the death of Mr. Bae wasn't the only death that occurred” he said and my eyebrows furrowed.

Zayne then replied angrily, "No." Jay was too lazy to be bothered by Zayne and directly instructed Grayson, "Grayson, check the security footage immediately. I want to know who brought over this matcha cake." "Yes." Grayson turned around and walked out. Zayne glared at Jay angrily. Jay said softly, "Angeline's death wasn't an accident. There was someone who murdered her deliberately." Zayne was indignant. "Who else other than you?"

“So don’t tell me that shit!” The room fell into uneasy silence again. Then Donatella spoke up, her tone calm but strong. “We should check the CCTV footage. Make sure nothing’s been deleted. And… maybe an autopsy should be done to be sure he wasn’t injected with anything.” Heads nodded in agreement. Even Alexei gave her a faint nod of approval. Mikhail exhaled slowly. “Good. We’ll do that.” His tone was clipped, still shaking with anger he tried to contain. “Anything else?”

I take a long sip of water. “They didn’t want to tell us anything of the deceased, so we have no information about him.” I say quietly “Even so, I don’t think he was at odds with his family like the rest of the victims. His mother seemed to lobe him very much— and so did his soulmate.” “Silver hell,” Cassain recoils “Is she still…?” I nod. Heavy silence drops over the group. The inside of that room is burned in my memory. I reach into my pocket and pull out the one thing I took from that room. I toss the notebook to the center of the table.

It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.