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Betty handed Henry's file over to her secretary before leaving Cindi was already waiting outside for Betty "Is everything OK?" Cindi asked, she knew something was wrong because this was unusual "Henry applied for Job" she looked at Cindi "Henry, that you had a thing with?" "Yes, and if my husband finds out…" She turned and looked at Cindi again "I am dead" "Have he started?" "Nope, he just brought his CV to me" Betty went for the first drink she saw "Then, that's not an issue, we can sort it out"

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

💎 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🎩 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 40 "H...h...how did this happen !?!"Fiona yelled shifting back a little. The smirk on his face always grew wider as he walked slowly towards her Her breath were already getting shorten and ragged. Despite the fact no weapons can be seen with him She felt extremely scared. After all,he is a great fighter

A man once respected in the force, now tangled in the dark web of the Mafia. His mind wandered back to the day Zagaff Manscent had contacted him. That chilling moment when Zagaff had shown him the video; one James thought no one would ever find out about. It was a secret he had buried deep, but now it was being used to control him. He remembered the bribe he had taken, and how it had sealed his fate. From that day, he had become theirs. James stared down at the open case files scattered across his desk. The Abibba robbery, the bank heist, the wedding heist; all connected to the Mafia. As he looked at the paperwork, his mind raced, searching for ways to cover up the truth.

We always had to be available whenever it was required of us. “Sorry, we lost track of time,” Zayn apologized quickly, running his hands through his hair stressfully. Boss shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to waste any more time. “It better not happen again,” he muttered briefly, before cutting to the chase. “Anyway, there's been some mass murders in Manhattan lately. I'll need you two to investigate these, and do what you can to find out who was behind them.” “Fuck,” Zayn heaved. “Is there a pattern between them?”

And beneath it, I wrote three words: Find the truth. I spent the next year in libraries and courtrooms.I read everything. Criminal codes. Detective novels. Forensic science. Old news clippings. I started attending open hearings downtown — mostly petty theft and drug cases. But sometimes… sometimes I saw something useful.And then one day, I saw him. Raffaele Moretti.

“If I wanted you dead, Rosa, you’d be dead.” Without looking, I pulled out a bottle, twisted the cap with my bare hand, and guzzled. The alcohol soothed muscles that had been taut with exhaustion. Torturing a suspect who wouldn’t break and pulling her out of that mess in one night had drained more from me than I liked to admit. I should’ve been deep inside a woman by now. After a night like this, I usually was. But the last one sold me out in court, and the next tried to kill me for five grand. I was short on women I liked or trusted enough to want to fuck.

She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.

The officer taked the business card, "Albert- Detective." Inside a large garden filled with colorful flowers, next to an artificial lake that can be seen from afar, where schools of fish are swimming, one young man is looking at the scenery around his house when he suddenly hears a ting ting sound. He gently opens his laptop to check the inbox, "Hi! Do you still remember me? It's been a long time since we worked together. I really need your help. I'm sure this case won't let you down- Vincent" He gets up and slowly walks to his huge 4-story bookshelf, climbs a folding ladder and reaches for a book "Criminal Psychology." He smiles and wonders: "What's interesting about your place?" He looks

Most things are about detectives and all their boring stuff but something tells me to go through it because I might know a thing or two. I've opened almost all the books on the first shelf. Turns out detective books are not so bad. I also passed out my time by checking some of the murder novels on the shelve. One really caught my interest. Dying to call you by Elaine Viet. It's about a girl finding her sister's murderer and all that.