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’ The inspector crossed his legs one over another and gazed towards the ceiling. What is happening, he asked himself nervously. It was as if he was trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle in the dark. The newest aspect of this mystery was a troubling one. There was no plausible motive left for Anubhav to murder Esha. Anubhav had left a lucrative job abroad in order to be with the love of his life. Now she was ready to elope with him. Yet, that very evening they had a fight in the Bailey’s disc ... and somehow her sweater landed up in his room. The inspector punched a fist into his other hand. Nothing was making sense. The puzzle was definitely missing

He thought that was what made it fun, not knowing what you were going to read for the day, and he reveled in that surprise. Some days he could be reading an action novel and another day he could be reading a cookbook. As Dmitri looked at the cover of his book, he smiled. It was a mystery thriller novel. He was excited to read it because it had been a while since he had last read a novel like this one. Just as Dmitri was getting cozy, he heard the bell above the entrance door jingle. He didn't think anything of it. It wasn't like he was the only one who knew this place.

Lixue replied as she and the other agent ran into each other. “He’s talking with some investors and businessmen, along with other company members,” Agent Ten said. Lixue asked for the list of the latest criminals and drug lords they had captured. There were also mafia groups involved in illegal activities within business and government. “We’ve accomplished a lot of missions, especially against the Gayag family. Everyone in the government thought they were decent, but turns out they were hiding secrets,” Agent Fifteen told her two colleagues. “You said it, Agent Fifteen. We caught a big whale this time, and the outcome was rewarding for our work,” added Agent Sixteen as he sat with them at th

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

I still thought of Lyndon’s words about the prior murder case in Argao because I was there. I AM CURRENTLY reading CareLikeGoldFish’s work. The book is a mystery-thriller and even without romance, I couldn’t stop reading it whole because the scenes are so familiar, it’s like I’ve seen them before. Just like the scene where the main character shot his friend. It’s the same as what I saw there in Boljoon two months ago.

I leaned back in my well-worn executive office chair and stretched the kinks from my body. I’d finally solved the case that had plagued me for weeks. It was a call for celebration! Eleanor Waterford’s husband was a sly player. He’d managed to disguise his activities to the point that I simply couldn’t uncover the name of the female who he was keeping company with. I was just about to give up and confess to my boss that I’d failed when it struck me. What if the woman he was seeing wasn’t a woman at all?

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“I do. Although, on many nights, I simply like to read with only the lamp on, and the moonlight shimmering overhead. It’s utterly enchanting and so peaceful.” She could picture him like that, reclining on the day bed, a book in hand, the moonlight filtering on him. So sexy. She shook her head to clear her mind from those tantalizing images of him. “What sort of books do you like to read?” she asked. “I read a lot of philosophy—Dostoevsky, Plato, Socrates, Kant...” “That’s…deep,” she said, still skimming over the shelves. “I also read thrillers. Dan Brown, Lee Child, and Matthew Reilly.”

Others were modern thrillers and contemporary fiction, their glossy jackets still vibrant. But then she came to a section that felt...different. These books weren’t stacked like the others. They were nestled into the shelves like treasures, rich, cracked leather covers, some with gold foiling so worn it was barely legible. Her hand paused over one that read, The History of the Black Moon Pack. Her brows knit. “Pack?” she murmured under her breath, pulling it from the shelf.

I say as he slides into the seat. He lifts my mug, reading the little chalkboard logo. “I’m full of surprises.” “Dangerous ones? “Depends. Is caffeine and questionable literature your definition of danger?” He smirks, loosening his coat. “What’s the book?” I glance down, then grimace. “Some wildly over-hyped thriller about a detective with a drinking problem. Groundbreaking, right?” Marcus leans over, plucking the book from my hands before I can protest. His shoulder brushes mine in the process, and my pulse spikes like it has no sense of boundaries. He flips through the pages with a skeptical eyebrow.