Novel & Cerita Emma Walker Crime Scene

Max took a single glimpse at the man and took a gun from his guard and did the necessary without a bother to question him. * Nobody in G city would dare look for his trouble if not for Alex. His enemy brother. * The gunshot made the few people around shiver in fear not attempting to hide their present because they know that not even God can stop Maxwell from getting to them if he want to. ****** ******** Emma strode on the corridor towards Maxwell's office holding files in hand. In a very decent attire. She wore a green knee-level dress with a black waist belt, and her long raven hair gathered in a ponytail with a block heel boot. Looking simple and stunning

He mostly drank his time away, these days he found it very difficult to stay sober, not when all he thought about was Emelia being kept captive somewhere by that psychopath. He was about to dawn his third glass of whisky when he received the photos. Images of Emelia, tied up, injured and helpless. She was naked, and one could easily guess what she had been put through. Emmett saw red. He didn't even realise when he had grabbed his keys and was driving to Sasha's apartment. The moment the woman opened the door, Emmett pounced on her. " Where is he keeping her?!" " I...I don't know what you are talking about " Sasha gasped, trying to free herself from Emmett who had grabbed her by the neck and

Thea's POV I swaggered into the lobby of the *City of Men* branch, my high heels clicking loudly on the marble floor, drawing the attention of several employees. Let them stare, I wanted everyone to know that I wasn't playing around. Straightening my back and lifting my chin, I searched for the person who had made me lose my mind. "Emma!" I shouted loudly, my voice echoing throughout the room. Several people stopped talking and stared at me. I didn't care. My anger was already at its peak, and I wasn't going to let that woman get away this time. Where was she? Where was the woman who tried to ruin my life?

Even if it meant facing every single demon he had been running from. The sirens outside wailed like a warning, but I barely registered them. My entire focus was on Alex—his bruised face, the way his breathing was uneven, the blood drying at the corner of his mouth. I hadn’t even noticed that my hands were shaking until I tried to wipe a smear of dirt from his cheek. I clenched them into fists instead. Emma moved toward the door as the cops arrived, her spine stiff with anger. I could hear her explaining the situation, her voice firm and unwavering.

Ethan’s eyes darkened. “What kind of device?” “I don’t know,” I replied. “Small. Black. There was a light.” The moment I said it Something flashed. A memory. Sharp. Clear. Stronger than before. A room. White. Cold. Voices around me. A man saying “She’s resisting. Increase the dosage.” I gasped. My body tensed violently. “Amara?” Ethan’s voice cut through. I grabbed his arm suddenly. “I remember something,” I said, my voice shaking.

"Drake told me what happened. We came as soon as we heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. What can we do?" "Well, needless to say, we closed down the main lobby and casino for the day and the crime scene has remained untouched," Kellen said. "We were hoping you might share some insight as to the crime. We also wish to discuss other crimes in the area." Xander nodded. "Yes, of course." Then he turned to me. "This is Kalyssa Carran, our new Mate." My head snapped up, but I said nothing. "She's a veterinarian and her clinic just burned down," Xander replied. "And it was clearly arson. I suspect the crimes may be related."

A panic thought crossed Emma's mind, and she quickly pushed Harry away, exclaiming, "Oh my God, there's a camera in this room!" A young police officer entered, noticing their messy appearance. He cleared his throat awkwardly, stammering, "Visiting hours are over. Sir, please leave." Emma shot Harry a look, her face flushed, burying it in the pillow and sneakily watching as Harry left. Her heart was a mix of the recent thrill and a touch of disappointment. When she accidentally caught the gaze of the police officer, he clumsily exited, but as he closed the door, he reassured her, "Don't worry, Miss Emma. As soon as you guys started, we immediately turned off the camera."

Satan added, "Jackson is a well-meaning person, but he's too impulsive. His humiliation of Grace and Sophia vented his anger, but also exposed Emma’s location. They must have returned and made sure Emma stayed silent forever. When I got the news and arrived, Emma was already dead." Ding— The elevator reached the 23rd floor. Mr. Satan walked out with her, holding her hand and using her fingerprint to unlock room 2307. Emily was seated on the bed to rest while he went to the kitchen to boil some water. "What was Emma's cause of death?"

Those few seconds stretched out longer than any kind of torture could've. It was over. I was finished. Three years of planning—every careful move, every kill, my flawless escape. And now, it was all ruined… because I lost control for one freaking second. But Alex didn't call me out about Sharon Goodman right away. Instead, he pulled a clear evidence bag out from a drawer. My gaze locked on it instantly, a sick weight crashing into my stomach. Inside was a photo—a small, worn, colored photo. It showed a girl standing on a hillside covered in wildflowers. She wore a white cotton dress, her smile so bright and pure. It was as if the sunlight had chosen her.

The other nurse leaves the room to call the doctor as Emma tries to calm Amelthia down. With her growing curiosity in her, she kept asking the nurse for the reason why is she in the hospital, "Why am i h-ere??" "Wh-o broug-ht me her-e??" The nurse just smiled at her and tried to explain to her but not scare her more. "You fainted on the road and the police officers found you." The word 'police' made her fear grow more *What if they kn-ow wha-t happene-d??!!*