Fatalis Investigation Novels & Stories

But strategy demands you test the outer limits before you prepare for war. She did not want equity. She wanted erasure. Fred Whitmore’s death confirmed it. The official report called it an accident. A missed warning sign. A sharp curve taken too fast. Negligence. Tragic miscalculation. But my investigator pulled archived surveillance from a nearby storage depot. A masked figure stepping out under the cover of darkness. Unbolting the reflective warning sign. Carrying it away. And hours later, returning it to its original position. Fred never saw the curve.

For an entire week, not a single inch of that land was left unchecked. My Consigliere approached me with the investigation report in hand, standing cautiously at my side. "Don, we've searched within a 30-mile radius. There's no sign of any survivors. Based on the wreckage, it looks like either a mechanical failure or a sudden severe air turbulence, which caused a rapid descent—"

Finally, he responded cautiously, "Alright, boss. I understand. What do you want me to investigate next?" I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. It wasn't the investigator's fault that my frustration had reached its peak, it was because I was starting to see myself winning. "I want you to look into Sofia's parents," I said firmly. "I want to know everything about their deaths and who was responsible for it, everything necessary to find out who killed, find it." The investigator's tone turned serious as he acknowledged my request. "I'll do my best, boss. Can you provide me with any specific details or incidents that might be relevant?"

The door closed behind them with a soft sound, sealing them inside. Felix broke the silence first. “If someone tried to kill her then,” he said quietly, “they may still be watching now.” Augustus did not answer right away. His gaze stayed forward, distant but focused. His mind was already connecting pieces that had not been spoken out loud yet. Then he said, “Have the accident checked again. Everything connected to it.” A short pause. “Quietly.” Felix nodded once. No questions. No hesitation. That was enough. The investigation had started.

"Are you even fit to be a mother? Were you even fit to be your mom's daughter?" Those words completely broke Elaine. She slumped to the ground. Realizing that everything was truly past the point of no return, she finally signed her name on the agreement. Meanwhile, Dayton's company was investigated for the massive safety disaster. The investigation team pulled all the engineering records and uncovered severe violations at multiple stages of the project. It turned out that to cut costs, Dayton hadn't just used substandard construction materials. He had also forged several quality inspection reports. Even more sickening was that after paying damages for the first accident, he hadn't learned hi

He said, looking at me with concern. "I demand an autopsy". I turned away from the dead body and walked a little distance away from the scene. I can't handle this. Natalie has been like a mother and my closest friend. Who could do this? "This will go a long way. Definitely a big case". I looked up and saw Jason, my rival in this system. Jason has hated me to the core due to the fact that I was more favored and I got a lot of big cases to handle. I am a crime investigation officer and I have my own department and officers.

(Lieutenant Colonel Selie) Selie answered my questions calmly, after a few taps on her Tablet PC, she went of and answered all my questions, she also send me the Investigations Files regarding the Project. Under the C.I.A.A and Internal Audit launched investigations, every aspect of the Project were inspected, from the funding, labour treatments, possible corruptions and crimes, No stone were left unturned by both the Investigations Committee. The Investigations discovered only 2 violations, which one was the Unscheduled Work Time, and another was the Not meeting the standard appropriate Resting place and Worker Dorm.

The screen filled with the terrible, undeniable evidence of what had just happened. The anchor’s grave, measured voice cut through the air, hitting me like a physical blow. The words were clinical, detached, but they carried the weight of finality. “...investigators are calling this a targeted incident. The initial impact from the large commercial trailer was followed by a thermal event, consistent with a secondary charge placed at the scene of the crash. Authorities believe whoever hit the victim fled the scene immediately after the impact and waited for the subsequent explosion. Due to the high temperature of the resultant fire and the severity of the initial trauma, the body is currently

Two partner carriers had already requested alternative handling arrangements, citing reputational concerns around the Hartwell brand. Reputational concerns. The phrase sat in the room like something placed there deliberately. "The headlines haven't helped," one of the other partners said. Careful. Neutral. Framed as an observation rather than an accusation. "They weren't meant to," I said. A beat of silence. "The crash investigation is active," I continued. "The preliminary findings will confirm a hydraulic system failure consistent with external interference rather than maintenance oversight or pilot error. That timeline will be public within seventy-two hours." I looked around the table.

"Ms. Blaire, I was wrong to accuse you of faking illness. I'm sorry." I nodded, accepting his apology. He let out a sigh of relief, thinking he was off the hook. However, the captain's voice cut through the air like a whip. "Miller Vance, you acted without evidence and endangered a student. The order just came down. You're fired. Effective immediately." My heart actually skipped a beat. I thought he would just get a reprimand or get sent back to base. However, fired? This would count for a dishonorable discharge. His career was over.