Hello Kitty Murder Case Purpose Novels & Stories

s all my fault! Kittie Tamah cried as she spoke, looking very pitiful. "But Auntie Smith is innocent. If the murderer is allowed to go unpunished, how can Auntie Smith feel at ease?" With such a high staircase, she would either die or be disabled if she fell down. Without Auntie Smith as a witness, it was reasonable for her to turn black into white. Cassie Garsia knew that Kittie Tamah would say something like this. She glanced at her coldly and said, "You did this on purpose to frame me, didn"t you?"

“But before the party begin, Jos helped me dress up, she helped me with my makeover and styling, she brushed my hairs for me. That’s why there where my hairs in her comb, not because the criminal decided to brush her hairs after murdering someone.” Kate looks directly at Heely when she says the last sentence, as if to prove it to her how wrong she was throughout this whole case. I know exactly what’s going on in Kate’s head as she shoots daggers at Heely with her eyes in there hollow sockets. Trying to win your case by placing an innocent person behind bars, you will pay for all of it. you will pay when something like this happens to you. Karma will find you, bitch. Kate continues,

“Here's what makes sense to me and what will make sense to a judge. You used your keys to open the door to a room that purposely left empty. You snatched the girl, kept her in your workshop for a while before you took her into the room and killed her, with your wook working tools.” “Um, no offense, but how the hell does that make any sense? If I had the girl in my workshop, with no one knowing, why the hell would I move her from the private, secluded place and bring her into the motel, putting her right next door to customers, my livelyhood none the less, to murder her. Knowing people would hear the screams. How is that smart?” “Well-”

the smug bastered sits down across from me taking the pictures in his hand turning them back around placing them on the table one by one in front of me. The scuff that comes from my mouth was from pure insolence because I knew that scuff could be used as something agents me even if wasn’t a bad one. “Then how do you explain this Mr. Nickels” the detective tosses another paper on the table and i have know idea what it is but Fletcher does, “This doesn’t prove that my client had anything to do with her murder” “I think that Mr. Nickels killed her out of pure hatred and malice. I think that your client knew she was pregnant and hated that she was going to keep the baby so he though that the bes

He screamed at her. "So you are more important than the innocent child you watched fall?" Kitty yelled again. "I did try my best to catch her, but I was unable to, and what was the point of going to the hospital, she already fell." He cried bitterly. "Who killed the child at the hospital? Why was she a target?" Kitty asked him It wasn't a question he could answer, how was he going to tell kitty that she was a target of his because she watched him kill her father. He definitely wasn't going to tell her.

"We should have an answer soon." "Do I… need to do anything?" I forced out. "If you notice anyone or anything suspicious, contact us immediately. Remember, your safety comes first." My hands were shaking when I hung up. It looked like my suspicions were right—Jacob was the killer. But why? Why would he kill for me? We were just roommates, or friends, at most. What could possibly drive him to go that far?

he spat leaving me with a high lump in my throat to clear. I returned to the room, my eyes caught the torn fabric caught in her fingers. "Shit," I rushed closer to her, examined her again. My heart began to race, she wouldn't dare, what exactly would be her reason? When did psychopaths need a reason to kill? "Hello, Jones, she did it again," "Shit, Katharine is dead?" "No, she came for my mother," I recognize the pause in his voice as he went cold. "Can you do an autopsy to see the cause of her death?" I muttered.