Good Murder Mystery Books Novels & Stories

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

I left the house and rode straight to Triumph Hotel. I booked a room directly across from 701. We had plenty of cameras at home. I brought a small one with me. I was going to catch them together. Ten o'clock. No one. Eleven. Midnight. Nothing was going the way I expected. I stayed up until dawn, my eyes burning. The door across the hall never opened. Chloe never showed up. Had I been wrong? Did she really not betray me? Were those messages and photos all in my head?

Only a dark stain on the laminate remained, half-mopped, smeared into the shape of a footprint. Small. Size six. Not his. *The second man.* I found my phone on the counter. Dead. Water in the charging port. But the screen still glowed. *One new message.* *From: Lin* *"I'm downstairs. Elevator broken. Walking up."* Eight flights. Ten minutes. Maybe less. I moved. Kitchen first. Knife block—empty. Drawers—ransacked. They were looking for something. The red notebook? I didn't know what it was, but they wanted it badly enough to kill.

I protested to my parents in either skipping the school or transferring to another school but they forced me to be here as this is the only school which is best. I reserved a place in one of the seats available though nobody was there. I kept my bag and went in search of a nice book. I went to the thriller books section and searched for a book, perfect for reading at this moment. ‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to.

I kept whispering to myself as I looked at the lifeless body of Jason Parker. So that’s where I recognize the blue shirt from. It was open so I could see his chest. Someone had drawn a red heart on it. Same color, same shape. Just like Eddie and Mike. It took me a minute to cope with what I just saw, and when the reality finally hit, I opened my mouth and screamed. *** “So, you just happened to stroll by here and discovered the body?” Detective Baker asked. I nodded. He was looking at me suspiciously as if I was the one who killed him and chopped his lips off. I don’t blame him. This was the third dead guy who happened to be close to me.

It was a scary feeling. Thankfully watching the man that she had spent the day with, the man that she really liked, getting thrown into a police cruiser was enough to snap her out of her daze. Then she went to get him from the police station, which was a new experience for her. Now, they were going all Scooby-Doo gang trying to solve the mystery of the motel murderer. The were making list, compiling evidence and so on. But who better than them? He is an expert in serial killers having been raised by one and she is an expert busy body, having been raised by one and having made it into a career.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing. It was about a girl about to go to college, she is Blake’s age and she had spent the past two years solving murder cases and now she is clearly traumatized since in the last book, she had a guy die in her arms. I am not far in, I just started it on the plane and I have had much time to finish the book.

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy