Novel & Cerita Good Murder Mystery

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

When handling his business, he always made sure that things were one hundred percent set to perfection. But who was it that compromised them? He knew that whoever that was had to be too clever to be just a thief. Someone was snooping around, and whoever that was wanted trouble. He smiled. Maddox Black didn’t go about looking for trouble, but somehow trouble seemed to find him and he enjoyed the game. Things were starting to get a little bit more exciting he thought. He didn’t want to punish or change the guards stationed at the stash so that whoever had visited them would feel like his crime had gone unnoticed and maybe pay them another visit.

She was haunted by only one thing, why her father killed his secretary and ran away. His mother who knew that his father was a murderer but still did not accept it in front of him even though his mother had evidence. He was sitting on the sidewalk reminiscing about the day he found out that his mother had the evidence. Flashback : One day, he sat in his mother's room, engaged in a lengthy conversation with her. As his mother withdrew some money from the cupboard, a surprising event unfolded. A plastic package unexpectedly dropped to the floor, revealing its contents: a gun and a letter. The gun had been wrapped carefully in a handkerchief. Reacting swiftly, he promptly rose from his seat, as

We would sneak onto the truck and stay hidden until its next stop. At around two after midnight, the party was at its peak, the guys hacked the system and our cells were immediately opened. We carefully made our way down the corridors trying not to wake anyone else. We reached the kitchen's door but unfortunately it was locked. I tried to open it by kicking it to no avail. Then Jason, one of my accomplices, tried something in his laptop and the door opened after some minutes. We got in, hide behind the benches and waited for the truck to arrive. An hour passed in absolute silence. We stayed hidden all this time until the door opened. Unfortunately it wasn't the door that led to the truck. A

Her heavy New England accent came through the thick wood of the door as her footsteps clipped along the marble floor. She flung the door open to see poor Barney looking as though he was about to keel over. "Why Barney Doss, whatever is the matter with you? Come in, come in." She stepped back to let him enter and he held his hand up to stop her. "Call the police Eileen, there's a body in the woods. I think someone's been murdered." Her mouth fell open in surprise as she tried to make sense of his words. "A murder? But there hasn't been a murder here in over fifty years." She felt the way any middle-aged woman without family would at the thought of death. A death so close.

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

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

the blonde hissed as she hit the man’s head with a silver pot as hard as she could which caused him to fall unconscious. Olivia was panting from the exertion as she stared at the man lying on the floor in his unconscious state. A body was slid on the floor to her side with blood trailing. As she stared at the dead person, that was when she realized that it was a family friend. The blonde looked around them. There were dead bodies everywhere, and they were all her acquaintances. The people that she was just talking to earlier, were now dead. Dakota, on the other hand, continued to shoot. She could feel a presence coming up to them as she was about to shoot the person when she saw who it was.

"Detective, I was the target of that attack, not the perpetrator. My enemies—and I have many in the business world—they tried to kill me." "Your enemies." Morrison's tone was flat, skeptical. "The same enemies who somehow managed to coordinate their attack with the exact moment your niece was exposing your corporate fraud?" "The timing was unfortunate, but coincidental." Greg leaned forward, his expression earnest. "Detective, I may be guilty of some... aggressive business practices, but I'm not a terrorist. Why would I blow up a building where I was standing?" Morrison studied Greg's face, looking for tells, for cracks in the facade. "Where's your daughter, Mr. Richards?"