Novel & Cerita Fiction Murder Mystery Books

Jenkins, the owner of the quaint bookshop where she had spent countless hours browsing through shelves and seeking advice on rare books. "Mrs. Jenkins?" Emma's voice trembled with confusion and a hint of betrayal. "But why? You're...you're the one who's been helping us." Mrs. Jenkins' smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Oh, Emma, dear Emma. You've been so blind. I've been playing a role, just like everyone else in this game. And you, my dear, are one of the most intriguing pieces on the board." Julian's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun. "You're the one who's been behind the organization? But why? What's your endgame?"

He said, setting down his glasses on the table. I walked closer to his table and leaned down a bit on it, meeting his eyes. "Did you order the shooting at the church?" He laughed loudly. The laughter I hated to hear the most and I wished I could just put a bullet through his head to make him stop. "Did your wife tell you that?" He asked, lightening up a cigarette. "If you're acting suspiciously, it's only right to suspect you," I answered, feeling my jaws tighten up and my palms press harder on the table.