Emma Walker Crime Scene Novels & Stories

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.

CHAPTER 1 Emma Rawlins leaned back and watched a blade longer than her body flash across the screen. A gout of blood the tint of cherry Kool-Aid splashed the wall behind the victim. The final girl’s best friend went down clutching her throat. A chortle shot through Emma’s straw, the bubbling of her root beer dubbing what should have been a death rattle. “Shh!” Emma glanced around, ready to lob a handful of popcorn. The theater was too dark to identify the proper target. She spoke just loud enough to be heard over the score.

Emma overpowered her, shoving her into the car. Reaching for the heavy tool she had stashed in the trunk, Emma lifted it high and brought it crashing down onto Heidi’s skull. “E-Emma… you…” At first, Heidi could still mutter broken words. But soon, she went completely silent. Emma stood over the lifeless body, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. Her grip on the bloody wrench loosened, and she let it clatter onto the floor beside Heidi’s head. Her legs felt a little shaky, but she quickly regained her composure.

she asked again Lucas raises his eyebrows, "Last night? Yeah, pretty much. Why asking?" Emma hesitates for a moment before speaking. "When I was coming down from the first floor this morning after you asked me to get the keys to the second car, I saw blood stains in the hallway and a drag mark leading to the backyard," she says, looking at him expectantly. Lucas sighed and looked away from her but she held his hand. “Don’t turn away from me Lucas, I want the truth.”

She knew she had stumbled upon something significant—a connection between the recent animal attacks and the ancient werewolf clan. As the sun began its descent, casting an amber glow over Silverwood, Emma returned to her apartment. She pulled out the journal, its pages exuding the scent of history, and began to pore over its contents. Ancient scribbles and faded sketches filled the pages, hinting at moonlit transformations, intricate rituals, and the intricate bonds between humans and werewolves. Emma found herself engrossed in a world she had only dreamed of, as the lines between reality and myth blurred before her eyes.

He nods, “There's something I've been meaning to tell you,” ‘What's wrong?” I bent my neck to the side, “I,...” “Rose,” My Dad called, from behind. He, Miss B and Morris headed back to the human world. Leaving me with Emmett to come when we'd feel like. He held out his phone, walking towards me. The picture on the screen was a rough sketch of Emmett. “Your dear friend has been declared wanted for escaping from the NYC police custody and for the sudden murder of a prominent young man named Gibson,”

She stood, her flashlight sweeping, her voice calling. “Emmy! Dan, I’m here!” The warehouse was silent, her fear spiking, her voice a whisper. “Where are you, baby?” A sharp pain cracked against her head, her voice a scream cut short. “No!” Her flashlight fell, her body crumpling to the ground, unconscious, the darkness swallowing her, Dan’s trap closing in. Alex paced the mansion’s driveway, his voice sharp as he spoke to Officer Mike Daniels, police units gathering around, their radios crackling in the pre-dawn chill of 2029.

"Alright! Mr Alexandro, please give the other agents this crow. They will put him in the iron cage" Within few minutes, all the agents sat back in their cars. Emma sat inside a black sedan car, along with Luca Alexandro, the famous paranormal investigator and her mother. The car was driven by Mr Alexandro. Emma sat quietly in the back seat with her mother and looked out of the window. 'How could I be a half-vampire? Do my parents know this? Is my father a half-vampire too?'

Emma gazed out the window of the room she grew up in as a child, pink and illuminated by the sun, it was a worry she wasn't taking notice of any of it. time and again she'd pinch herself to stop falling so deep into her own thoughts. it had been three weeks since Will was murdered and it was hard to forget an inch, especially Jemi's frozen face, the horror on her countenance, what did she see? how did she see it?, she did not have a clue since Jemi stopped her from going into the murder scene, she could still hear her strangled voice...

As they escorted her to the station, she felt an overwhelming sense of dread. — In the sterile, fluorescent-lit interrogation room, Emma sat across from two detectives. Their questions were relentless. "How do you explain your bracelet being found at the scene, Ms. Emerson?" Emma took a deep breath, struggling to keep her voice steady. "I haven’t been near that equipment. Someone must have planted it there." The detectives exchanged a skeptical glance. "And who would want to frame you?" "Jessica," Emma blurted out. "She has every reason to."