How Did Ray Manchester Died Novels & Stories

What! Mango thought that she must have heard him wrongly. How was it possible that he died when he was still fine the day before? Did you torture him? "No, I didn't. I did use torturous methods to force him to spill the beans but I never really go overboard considering his identity. " Mango's brows furrowed after hearing Desmond's words. Have you asked a doctor to check on him? Noah came and he said that Pryce died of myocardial infarction.

In the next hour, the whole Rayfield city was filled with: ‘Leon McConnell found dead.’

Finally, he walked through the door with Heather Cole supporting him. His drunkenness immediately disappeared when he saw me. He flung Heather’s arm aside and yelled at me with a dark expression, “Where’s the agreement that I asked you to send me? Where did you send it? Do you know that Manny has ruined something very important for me?” I was unsure how important his business was. But I knew that Manny had died while trying to retrieve the agreement for him. Manny was hit by a car right in front of the office building. I clenched my fists tightly under my sleeves. I was furious.

Mane definitely didn't want to hold the record of youngest person to kick the bucket because of a stress disorder. "I'm here. I'm here" Ray frantically exclaimed. He rushed to Mane's bedside so hurriedly it seemed as though his ass was on fire. However before he could get to his destination, which happened to be his son, he was stopped in his tracks. A small ripple appeared where Ray had ended his march, indicative of a barrier. Ray smiled bitterly and looked at his wife with pitiful eyes. He didn't need an expert to tell him the barrier had been erected by his wife. He put on his trademark glow-'puppy eyes'- hoping she would take down the barrier.

"Has no one informed you, Mr. Lutherson?" "Informed me of what?" "Hector Shayman took his own life seven days ago."

Turned on the TV just for noise. Some afternoon talk show. Then the show cut away suddenly BREAKING NEWS flashed across the screen. I glanced up, annoyed. Probably another update about the investigation. More speculation about Alfred’s guilt. But the news anchor’s face was serious in a different way. Grim. “We’re interrupting our regular programming to bring you breaking news out of the county. Political activist and gubernatorial candidate Patrick Mane has died following a single-vehicle accident on Highway 94 this morning.” The teacup slipped from my hand.

Author's POV “Don!” A man called as he opened the door to Raymond's office. Raymond was seated on one of the sofas, drinking. He gestured for the man to come into his office. Stanley, his best friend and right-hand man, was having a discussion with him when they got interrupted by the man. “What is it?” Raymond asked. “Don, it's about Lord Nick,” the man replied, “He was found dead this morning at his mansion” the man informed with his hands behind his back.

“That’s my favorite photo.” She gasped and nearly dropped the frame. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He smirked slightly but didn’t comment. Instead, his eyes lingered on the photo in her hand before sliding toward her. She bit her lip, then blurted out, “How did your father die?” Ryan’s shoulders tensed. “Car accident,” he said. “Brake failure. At least… that’s what they say.” “You don’t believe that,” she said softly.

"You realized something was wrong. So you stayed hidden for ten years. But why did you choose to visit my sister's grave today?" Raymond sighed and said calmly, "I knew it had to be some kind of trap. But I was diagnosed with cancer a few days ago. I don't have long to live. I'm not afraid of dying anymore. Before I died, I wanted to see Ivy one more time. "By the way, what exactly did Ivy say before she died?" Raymond's tone carried a hint of curiosity. That was probably one of the reasons he came. Disgust churned in my stomach. I wanted to kill him with my own hands, but I forced it down. I rose to my feet and looked him in the eye.

I stared down at Jessy crying next to Ray’s body and slid my phone back into my pocket. “Sorry Jess, but you’re better off without him anyways.” BAM! BAM! Ray was dead in seconds after two bullets in the head. Jessy screamed and I quickly tucked my gun in my back again and rushed out of the bar. As I was leaving and heading to the clinic that Dax sent me a location to, two police vans passed me and were rushing to the bar and that was my problem for another day.