How Did Joseph Metheny Die Novels & Stories

"Ethan, do you know how Mary died? That day, when Denise and I both fell from the balcony, you thought it was just us who were hurt, didn't you?" Her voice dropped, filled with venom. "But it wasn't just us. Mary had a heart attack, right there on the path you drove down to rush Denise to the hospital. You didn't even notice her—your own daughter, lying there, calling out for you. 'Dad, Dad.' But you were too busy with your precious Denise to hear her.

Joseph’s body was already motionless, eyes open, staring at nothing. And then his father looked at him, as if he could speak from beyond. “She knows, Ethan. She always knew.” “Who?” he shouted desperately. “Who killed you?” But Joseph only repeated, his voice now an echo coming from all directions: “Don’t trust her.” Ethan woke with a start, chest heaving, forehead covered in cold sweat. It took him several seconds to realize he was in the hospital, trapped in bed, not on that cursed embankment from fifteen years ago. His heart was beating so hard it hurt.

He walked closer, stopping just a little in front of me. He waited a long thick silence before speaking. "Mathieu is dead." What? "What?!" "B...b...but how? I saw him yesterday and he looked pretty healthy. He didn't even look like being in prison and losing his freedom and career was a hassle." How could he be dead? "They confirmed it?" Mathieu never came off as someone who would even consider suicide. "Yes." "The medical report came in early this morning. He died through a cocaine induced cardiac arrest." "Cocaine?"

"Joseph and I belong together. You aren't even worthy of standing near him." I had known Joseph wasn't dead. Three years ago, on the eve of their engagement, he had been in a severe car accident and declared brain-dead. The Walsh and Milles families announced his death to the public.

She knew she was finished. The night they finished dealing with Sarah, they drove home. Rain poured down in torrents, and Joseph drove with vacant eyes. "Joe..." Thomas suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse. "Do you think Cynthia... hated us at the end?" Joseph's grip on the steering wheel tightened suddenly. He had no right to answer. Just then, blinding headlights cut through the darkness. In the violent impact, their car rolled down the cliff. Joseph died instantly, while Thomas suffered compound fractures in both legs and was pulled from the wreckage in a deep coma.

Even she was confused, was she surprised by the timing of Ethan's death or because the guy was with a teenage girl? "Honey… what are you doing?" her mother asked when Margareth, usually called Meg, entered her daughter's room. "He died this morning in a car accident. He died at the accident scene. Both are said to be in a drunken state, and that might be the cause of the accident," Tabitha replied calmly. As if he was telling the weather.

Calix’s half finished painting was the only color in the room. He’d said it like it meant nothing. “Mr. Meyer is dead.” Just like that. Like it was the weather. Like it was traffic. Like it wasn’t the end of her world. Josephine had collapsed to the floor, a scream punching out of her throat like it had been clawing to escape for years. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “I want to see him,” she’d rasped once her body had stopped trembling for long enough.

“I’ll be at the station if you need me. OK?” “OK.” The nurse nodded at Joe as she passed him, and he nodded back. He stared over at Maggie, trying to imagine what she must be feeling. His grandfather had died of a massive heart attack while at home; the doctors said that he’d died within seconds of it beginning. Joe had always regretted not being able to say goodbye to Steven, but he’d found comfort in the knowledge that his Grandpa hadn’t suffered. And still the loss was huge and devastating.

“We can’t delay today.” Merlin nodded. “I’ll walk you out.” They were just about to leave when the television flickered. A sudden change in sound caught Diana’s attention. “Breaking News.” The words alone made her pause. Slowly, she turned. The screen shifted to a reporter, her expression serious, her tone measured but heavy with significance. “…we bring you this shocking update. Mr. Joseph Johnson, founder of Jons Holdings, has been confirmed dead earlier this morning after a brief illness at the hospital…”

It was very strange for an Elder to take a mind link while talking. "Hmm" the Elder cleared his throat "I have just received some very disturbing news" he paused as if he was still trying to process. "Alpha Joey is dead" "What!" Both Renee and I shout at the same time our jaws all but dropping to the floor. "Yes, this is very disturbing news indeed. His neck was snapped in his own office." Elder Chase responds his face wrinkling in thought. "In his own office?" I question, "So they know who the killer is. Was it a challenge?"