Good Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

He smiled inwardly cause he knew no one can know of what he did, they wrapped the burnt bodies in a bag and put them in the bus. Inspector badmus entered his car and called his superior . " Good morning sir" badmus greeted. " Badmus, I saw the news.....Good job" he said. " thank you sir" badmus said. " I thought the guards are working for you......why did you have them killed? " he asked. " I think the men are trying to cover up their tracks which is even better cause the people believe it's actually a robbery" badmus said. " that's true......what about them have you hear from them?" he asked.

"Nothing suspicious. No victim. No perpetrator. The guy behind the counter swears he never saw anything." She hesitated, her jaw ticking. "But anybody can be a murderer," she muttered. Nolan straightened from where he crouched by the crime scene, something flickering behind his sharp gaze. "The store attendant?" he asked, already knowing the answer wasn't that simple. Martha shrugged. "I'm not buying it. He’s clean on the cameras, but my gut’s not fooled." Nolan stared across the lot, piecing it together. "This wasn't random," he said finally, peeling off his gloves with slow, careful movements. "This was deliberate."

He wondered what he had done so wrong. He killed his beloved dog for me, kicked out all the dogs he kept, distanced himself from other long-legged beauties, and even married me. I sliced through a bloody steak. I looked at him tied to an electric chair and said coldly, “I love watching my prey die slowly. I’ve been doing it since I killed my first bird at the tender age of three. “Too bad that I don’t have any prey around anymore. I kind of forgot what that felt like. But Dominic, you’ve helped me find that part of myself again.”

“When we found him, he was dead.” Daniel cut me off. “In his own home. Murdered. “Time of death was around four yesterday afternoon. Before your company even left for the escape room. “The weapon was an axe. “And on the doorknob of his apartment, we recovered a fingerprint.” Daniel lifted a fingerprint comparison report. The red markings made my eyes ache. “After analysis, that fingerprint… belongs to you.”

… The next morning, Chloe acted like nothing had happened, casually handling one of her other cameras. I tested her. "The camera I sold–did you clear the memory card?" "Of course," she replied. "You always check before selling something." The answer sounded fine. However, her eyes were blinking too quickly. She was lying. I did not expose her. By nine-thirty that night, she was getting restless. "Jake, aren't you going out to work?" I sneered inwardly. "Of course. Big night–I can't miss it." I left the house and rode straight to Triumph Hotel.

"You just threatened to kill me." "And I will again." He reached into his jacket and pulled out another knife, this one longer and more wicked looking than the dagger I'd melted. The blade caught the light streaming through the windows, sharp enough to cut shadows. "The question is whether you're going to melt this one too, or if that little trick was a one-time thing." My heart hammered against my ribs. "I don't know how that happened." "Then we'll find out together." He stood up slowly, the knife held loosely in his grip. Not threatening yet, but ready. "Because either you're telling the truth about being some kind of resurrection victim, or you're the most dangerous enemy I've ever let in

Finally, there was a knock at the door, Emma got up and answered the door buh it was just the police handling Emma sister case hi officer Emma said, we were just around the area and I said I should swing by to ask how you handling your sister disappearance and to also assure you were still on it, Emma inside was already boiling with anger because they were already half thru with the job alone at least she have seen her sister not once not twice buh this fucking police men couldn't do their job properly all this raced thru her mind within seconds, Emma smiled thank you officer I know your doing your best she finally said, and also have you heard anything about it since you went to the ware ho

“You don’t have to believe me, Miss Agatha Russo. But don’t forget, I may be the only person who is willing to be honest with you for once. Who is willing to give you the answers you are looking for.” “Answers?” Agatha says, her voice calmer than before as she tries not to scare the man away again. “I didn’t even know my mom was murdered until today. I didn’t even know I was supposed to look for something until you told me! how can I even know any of this is true? Can you blame me for not being able to trust you?” “I know.” Comes the man’s voice as immediately as Agatha finishes to talk as f he has been waiting. “I know there is no way for you to trust me, but this is the truth. Your mother

“It’s true. We can’t trust anyone.” A long air of heavy silence fell once more. They only ate and relieved themselves of the worries. This is a time for nourishment and not anxiety. But the backs of their mind knew that the danger is still very real. Someone is plotting something somewhere, waiting for the right moment in time. And soon, they’ll all be six feet under. “I have an idea,” said Agatha. “Let’s go mystery hunting. You know, like the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew?” The two only responded in blinks, feeling like the idea was too preposterous.

Mr Smith said with a slight smile He put the Photo back to were it originally stayed He turned to leave but stopped and looked at the other two photos in the Wall He turned again and left Liam stared at the murder files of half a month ago in front of him The incident has already been concluded as a sucide That doesn't have anything to do with him He is really not concerned about the victim but the murderer He has a feeling that the murderer will help in finding out clues of the mother's death He felt like something was missing but he didn't know were to put it He stood up from the seat to find other murder case by the same person in his study He placed all on the table As he went through th