Emma Walker Crime Scene 소설 & 이야기

“Walker and Matt, the temporary guy, are inside avoiding all this shit. Let’s go.” “Were you waiting for me?” “Yeah.” He retrieved her things, slipped an arm around her, and walked her toward the door, trying to block her view of the crime scene with his big body. But it was no use. Tessa craned her head to look behind him—and saw far more than she’d bargained for. Missing eyes, missing fingers, missing genitals. Tessa jerked her stare away. Her stomach bucked. She clapped a hand over her mouth to hold in both a scream and the urge to be sick. She couldn’t imagine that happening to her baby or she would lose her mind.

She touched his bloody face noticing how short his breath is getting "Michelle! Michelle call the darn ambulance. Michelle!" Laine yelled Michelle dashed into the living room only to meet Eros half dead. She fidgeted for a while before dialing the emergency number ***** Tikka wore her glasses properly walking outta the mall with her shopping bags The glass doors parted allowing her to move freely Someone was also rushing in and before she could see the person They collided with each other "Blind bat "Lavina spat regaining her balance before she tripped

-Amara is right," Wade approaches. -Here's the thing," Elder explains with his typical air of grandeur, the one who knows everything: "Amara has the victim's clothes, the hammer has his prints, everything in this place already has ours. Do you think the police will believe the wolf story? There have been no such cases here. Let's get back to reality. I didn't really know whether to agree with Elder or not, but he might be right. Besides that he had no proof, only the scratch of the other girl. Actually her marks are made by an animal.

he asked me, looking at Emma's wolf on the bed and the three men that had attacked us on the floor. "She took a bullet for me; we need to find the wound and take it out now. She is unconscious." I said and ran to the cupboard and brought the first aid kit Emma had forced me to bring. My hands were shaking, and my eyes were filled with tears. I began to search her white fur. Heather helped me, and we finally found the bullet hole on her side. My hands were shaking, so Heather took over and helped take it out. Emma's heart was still beating, but she was unconscious, and I did not know what to do. Heather continued to check to make sure that was it.

“I should have known. Always the consummate professional.” “Old habits die hard I suppose.” I reply with a grin. “Just so you are aware, the crime scene belongs to my Boss’ personal assistant. Ms. Harris is the woman you just walked passed that looks like she has seen a ghost. The only people that have been on there are the criminal, Mr. Williams, Ally and myself. Ally is Ms. Harris’ companion. I can give you all relevant contact information for interviews later today. There is also this.” I hand him the note. “She is visibly shaken and I feel this might be why.”

it's a very graphic picture of Jasper's dead body at the crime scene, there is a gaping hole in his neck where his throat was ripped out, Jessica is clearly shaken by the picture and turns her head away." "I am sure Detective Silverman, I don't know those men." Jessica's eyes start to tear up and Detective Silverman's experience as an interrogator starts to work for him, he does not believe her, he can feel that she knows more than what she is telling him. "Jessica, don't let this get more complicated than it needs to be, you could be putting yourself in a whole lot of danger if this man did kill all these people then he is an extremely unbalanced dangerous person who literally tore these p

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.

She had heard everything. Grayson’s eyes locked on hers, and her body trembled. Dexter noticed and rushed to soften the moment. “Emma, you shouldn’t be up. Go back and rest—” But Grayson’s attention lingered on her. His voice, when it came, was sharp enough to cut. “I am not a murderer,” Emma whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t kill anyone.” Grayson turned on the stairs, his expression frozen in bitterness. “Then bring Whitney back to me.”

Emma stared up at the shattered facade from behind the police tape, her coat wrapped tightly around her, hair pulled back, heels replaced with boots. She hadn't slept... not really, as the images wouldn’t leave her. Not the flames, not the screaming, not the chandelier crashing down like a fallen crown, and definitely not Evangeline - standing like something ancient in the center of the chaos, singing a note that shattered reality. “She’s not dead,” Emma whispered to herself for the third time that morning. “She never was.” Her breath steamed in the air because someone was watching her. She turned quickly and found herself face-to-face with her second boss, Elias Vaughn.

Hash. My eyes found the prey. The man we had been looking for, Marcus Cole, the drug dealer. I had to arrest him red-handed. Evidence. Police and law, both demand evidence. Emma followed my gaze. Then, she smiled. “Isn’t it so soon?” She said, or asked, I wasn’t certain. She did express her words with a bizarre emotion. I found myself in a tight position to not correctly attach the punctuation marks at the end of her sentence. Well, I assumed it to be a question.