Fatalis Investigation Novels & Stories

He responds quickly, "Yes, sir, I have been monitoring Miss Becca and Sophia closely. They haven't exhibited any suspicious behavior that would have raised alarms. I apologize for any lapses, and I assure you it won't happen again." "For your sake, I hope it doesn't," I warn sternly. "What about the investigation into the accident?" He replies, "There hasn't been any significant progress, sir. Besides the driver's death, we haven't found evidence linking it to Miss Becca and Sophia." I let out a heavy sigh. "Ensure you conduct a thorough investigation. I don't care what you've done so far; revisit all leads and report back to me. If Becca and Sophia manage to succeed in anything else before

The investigation produced its final update in the first week of spring. All sixteen territories. Formal findings complete. Remediation plans submitted or in progress. The investigation in its formal conclusion. Not the work concluded. The investigation. The investigation had done what it was built to do. Named the template. Documented it across sixteen territories. Required the structural changes. The work continuing after the investigation in every territory. The real and incomplete. Alive. Keswick sent a formal letter. Through Brynn's channel. The Council's acknowledgment of the investigation's conclusion.

I followed his gaze, my own breath catching at the sight of the exact cliffs that had taken my life once already, from the exact wrong side of the story this time. “Did anyone ever investigate the crash properly?” I asked, my voice barely steady. “The official report called it brake failure. Mechanical error.” His tone made clear exactly how much he believed that. “I requested an independent review. It was denied before it ever started. Helena made sure of that, though I never understood why she cared so much about closing a case that quickly.” “Maybe she felt guilty.” “Helena doesn’t feel guilt. She feels inconvenienced.” He said it with the flat certainty of someone who’d watched her opera

After losing his entire retirement savings to a scam, my father-in-law, Kyle Knight, tried to kill himself by overdosing on pills. I frantically called my husband, Joshua Knight, a psychology expert, hoping he could talk his father out of it. "Dad lost his entire retirement fund to a scam. He left a suicide note, and he's trying to kill himself. Come home!" Instead, Joshua snapped at me for making such a big deal out of it. "Your dad's made plenty of bad decisions before. Maybe this'll finally teach him a lesson. Don't bother me with stupid stuff like this again. I'm trying to watch a movie with Vanessa." For a second, I thought he hadn't heard me clearly. I was about to tell him that t

Even the survivors might carry this trauma for the rest of their lives. These were people who came to work simply to earn a living, to put food on their tables, and to take care of their families. “This is a national disaster,” the officer continued, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. “The government will have no choice but to step in, and a full investigation will be carried out.” I nodded in agreement. I wanted that investigation too. I needed to know exactly what caused the collapse. “While this is going on, the entire area will be sealed,” he said calmly. “If, after the investigation, it is confirmed that the collapse was due to the company’s fault, the company will be charged.”

I'd authorized the private investigation specifically to pursue that nagging uncertainty privately, understanding the genuine risk of voicing such unconfirmed suspicion openly, particularly given how desperately everyone around me, especially Ella, needed to believe this exhausting threat had finally, genuinely concluded. The investigator's reports, arriving gradually over these past several weeks, offered frustratingly inconclusive findings—confirmation that the crash site's fire damage genuinely complicated definitive identification of remains, suggestions of possible discrepancies in the official casualty assessment, though nothing yet offering the absolute, conclusive proof I desperately

“That’s right. Why do you ask?” “Well – you’re probably going to tell me I’m wrong – but when I met Dean Calder there was a report on his computer screen. I didn’t see very much of it, just the title and the security code. It was called: ‘Fatal Incident Report – Main Engine Failure Sim on Hyve 2, 6/11/14’. Doesn’t that mean the engine failure on Hyve 2 was a sim? A simulation?” Tex’s hand stopped moving. He seemed to become rigid in his chair. “You don’t think you could be mistaken about that, do you?”

“If Vania is frozen, the balance will collapse.” “A balance built on lies deserves to collapse,” I shot back. Silence fell again heavier this time. “This investigation,” I continued, “will be overseen directly by an independent unit. All involved parties will be questioned. There will be no exceptions.” “Including us?” Cassian asked, his voice thinning. “Including anyone named in the reports,” I answered without hesitation. Alan let out a short, almost broken laugh. “You have no idea what you’re doing.” “I know exactly what I’m doing,” I said. “And I’m late in doing it.”

“Single-vehicle collision. Rain. Guardrail failure. Two adult fatalities. No surviving witnesses listed.” Nathaniel remained still. “And the inconsistencies?” he asked. Marcus inhaled. “The responding unit was reassigned two months later. The forensic report was signed by someone who retired the same year. And the digital copy was uploaded twelve years after the incident. That alone is irregular.” Nathaniel turned slowly. “How irregular.” Marcus met his gaze. “Deliberate.” The word settled heavily in the room. Nathaniel crossed to the table and opened the folder himself. Photographs.

I was ready to sacrifice myself here, if it meant that he was going to let the whole thing go. His gaze travelled up and down, and the moment I thought he was about to give in, he shook his head. “I need to report the attack and take a look into it,” he said. "Oh, okay,” I whispered, nodding my head. “Is he supposed to leave with you?” “Of course he has to. He is a crucial member of the security team and he is the only eye witness to the incident.” “I think he is not in the right state of mind. He will only mess things up tonight.”