Emma Walker Autopsy Novels & Stories

God, I want to wail and rage and crumple into a ball of nothingness. Ethan draws back. His face falls from apologetic to sympathetic. “I really am sorry for your loss.” He says sadly, then makes his way out of the room. Luke follows, and then it’s just me and Wilma. And Lexie’s dead body. Wilma crouches down and plucks the paper out of her hand. “Rigor mortis has already set in.” She mutters to herself like mental note, and hands over the paper to me.

It was not like me nor her. Her entire body tensed, no doubt remembering it vividly. Her eyes darted away from me as if she were ashamed. Why the fuck would she be ashamed of them nearly killing her? “It was nothing.” “Nothing? Xander and I found you barely breathing on the floor after being drugged with over three times the lethal dosage of wolfsbane. You almost died. That doesn’t seem like nothing, Emma,” I said, trying to keep the anger out of my voice, but some still slipped through.

Doctor Emma Walters hurriedly submitted a document as proof of the post-mortem results she had obtained secretly. She picks up a vampire specimen that had been burned on Foulton's street during the incident involving Vincent Cox. The FBI took over the case after the riots on the street. That's what sparked the anger of Donny Fernandez, the head of the NYPD.

After the whole incident, I told them to be patient and wait for the autopsy results coming out that day. Emma’s POV Even though we didn’t catch the accomplice, I believed we just hit the jackpot. We all anxiously waited for the autopsy results. Lynn’s POV “Guys” I said, “I need to analyze the new possible evidence, detective Kayla you need to ID the new suspect, Vin you can use the system to track the car…” I said to hasten the whole process. Sheriff Morgan’s POV

My life is dangerous, and Emma does not deserve this. "Do you think it's the Gallos?" Aldo asked, and I did not know. There were too many things going on at once. "It could be anyone," I said, and Heather wiped away her tears. "Teressa," she said, and I shook my head. "They wouldn't have tried to kill me if it were Teressa. They wouldn't have given me time to come out of the bathroom. They would have shot her and left before I came out of the bathroom. They were skilled and came prepared. They let themselves into my room quietly, and their guns had silencers. It wasn't Teressa. Whoever sent them wanted me dead. Killing Emma would have been a bonus. My alpha aura slowed them down and gave us

There were things that could not be changed and that was the fact that it was her parents who killed her mother and then drove her to the streets. Emily turned her head to the window and watched the tomb burn to ashes. The brown board hanged on the cemetery door turned into ashes and fell on the floor. “Goodbye, Taylor, hope not to see you in the next life. ” “Take me home ” The car took off downwards whole the tomb kept burning as the fire spread among the blossom tree with flowers and all the lovely flower turned into ashes. ............. In Hudston's Mansion. From the bathroom, Alexa walked exhaustedly with a nude silky robe. She sat down on the chair and dried her hair.

,both tense. "Nobody",her mom sobs. "LIAR!",Jack yells making both jump. "We swear we are alone",her mom sobs. "Do you know Lena or a Janet?",both look confused. I grab a hammer and approach them. I'm getting answers. Emma pov I wake to an empty room and ease to sit up. Tyler isn't here and I have a brief moment of panic but it passes as I gently scoot to get up and see my face. I hiss in pain as I limp to the bathroom and I freeze at the bruising I see. I look like I got into a car accident.

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

"She was driving like she was looking for someone. She was distracted, looking at her phone..." On the asphalt, a few feet from the wreckage, lay a phone. The screen was cracked, but I could see the notification light blinking. It was a missed call. From me. Emma was gone. My parents' "Golden Girl" was dead, replaced by a "shamed" daughter. And somewhere in this city, a man with a silver watch and the scent of cedarwood was walking free, carrying the pieces of my soul in his pocket.

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.