Novel & Cerita Gardner Mystery Writer

I walked back to the bed, sitting on it with my eyes tightly clenched and letting out a long exhale. Although Nelson was still unfazed, I couldn't deny the fact that he had been inexplicably kind since the night I salvaged the situation from the journalists. After all, everyone had mistaken my kindness for dumbness. I dropped the bag by the bedside, walking up to the window side, hoping to catch a glimpse of an awesome sight. The universe seemed to have answered my prayers when my eyes landed on the garden. The newly employed gardener was there, displaying his artistic styles of gardening. He must be an expert.

She even denied that the pendant was hers, even when everything showed it was hers. After much torture, she finally said something, but then again, she wasn't the only one; the gardener was also guilty. In fact, he was the one who instigated the murder. He wasn't the usual gardener. He had a mask on, and none of them even noticed it. He was paid by the lady's husband and best friend to kill her, but when he entered to kill her, he was discovered by the maid. The maid, who was already harboring hate for her mistress, didn't waste any time assisting.

B: 23 April 1977 Height: 166cm Weight: 109lb Age: 44 years old Crime: Kidnapping, ritualist, armed robbery, pen robbery, sexual assault. History: Once worked in a bank and was fired for pen robbery. Also known for kidnapping young girls, molesting them, and killing them in the end. Those who managed to escape will end up with a lifetime of trauma. “Oh my GOD, my baby has been in these people's hands for two weeks and nothing happened to her? I thank you GOD” she looked up at the officers with a shocked but grateful look on her face.

If he wants to play a game with me, I will do it. …………………………………………………………………. When I wore my clothes, I went to the school garden while carrying my bag. Then, I sat on the bench. After that, I took a novel in my bag entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime,’ its writer was Mantus Taylor. Many people around the globe read his book. I opened the book, and I read chapter twenty-seven of it. “So, you are reading my book.” I heard Mantus say to me. So, I looked at him. He is holding two sandwiches right now. He is also wearing his watch in his right arm.

At the end of the road stood a grey castle, old and somber. The time had passed by 9 pm but there was still a dim twilight. When the taxi drove closer to a flower bed adorned with beautiful hydrangeas, Amelia noticed that the gardener standing beside it looked familiar. He was wearing a broad-brimmed hat, bending over, removing weeds from the flower bed. As he moved, Amelia noticed that both his legs were crippled. And the skins revealed from below his sleeves bore twisted, horrifying scars as if they had been burned. When the taxi drove past the flower bed, the gardener turned and locked his eyes with her. It was a pair of deep grey eyes, cold and empty, without anything in them.

And right then, Xenia knew just what and how she would pay back her depth. "The rest...you know what happens. You see your flowers going missing, and in time you realize someone is stealing them, and so you decide to catch them on the act. And considering we have already met, I'm assuming you succeeded in catching the thief. But I'm sure you must be shocked still, to know I already knew. But to be honest, I didn't. At least not at first. I didn't know who was the gardener of that garden, I didn't know the owner of that tower, and I also didn't know the man who was following me, but then saved me the day Byers beat me to a pulp.

Chief Robles explained calmly. It was as if I was feeling bad vibes in that gardener. It was as if he wanted to cover up something. What if... "Mister Gardener, where were you when the murder of Mr. dela Cruz happened?" I dared to ask so that I could get out of the simulation. I have a feeling that this gardener is the killer. With his body like a weight lifter, Mr. dela Cruz is no match because of his thin body. But what was his motive for the murder?

"What is the gardeners name?" "Robin" was all she said. "So. The Gardner was in your house yesterday and your husband blew off" Lucas said and the woman nodded. "Was anyone else at your house yesterday?" Lucas asked. "No. Only me and Penny and yes, Simpson before he..." She couldn't bring herself to say the word. "Was there any forceful entry into the house?" Lucas asked. "Like was there a struggle and did you see who killed your husband?" She was quiet and I knew she was hiding something.

He deserves it, after all. He pretended to make a phone call, hiding near the men’s restroom doors. When he saw two uniformed hotel staff come out of the women’s restroom with a hotel trolley, the kind used to carry all the sheets and linens from rooms that have been emptied and he grew suspicious. These men didn’t look like the regular hotel staff. They looked more buff and were suspiciously gruff-looking, covered with all those tattoos. So when they left, he checked inside the restroom, and sure enough, Clara was gone.