Hugh O'connor Death Note Novelas e Histórias

"No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that." "I wish it were a lie too." Connor took a step forward into the room, followed by the patrol officers. "That's why I looked into everything connected to her death." Vivian looked confused. "Then why have you come to me?" "Because you're directly linked to her death, of course, Vivian," Connor replied. "Or should I call you Lina Craw?" He watched as her pupils contracted sharply, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, how old were you when your father, Alistair Craw, died?"

"That's the same guy from that night. The one that was killed during the investigation." "What?" David curses. "Could it have been Claire…?" "The evidence points a finger at Claire, I'm afraid," Connor says. "Fuck we need an autopsy…" This time, Connor interrupts him once more. He sinks his fingers into his pockets and pulls out a paper. "This is an autopsy result I secretly conducted on the guy." OMG! My eyes widened at how Connor did all that. He hands David the result and he reads. Raising his eyes back to me, David curses and says. "I'll make sure Claire rots in jail!"

“We’ve not had time to conduct more investigations on his body to see the major cause of death. With everything happening in the pack, It—“ He was stopped as Luna Eloldie held a hand to stop his rambling, her eyes dancing across the walls lined with cold storage, metal drawers holding the secrets of the past, each containing a life now reduced to a name and a number. The mortician took a clipboard, his fingers going across hundreds of names as he searched for the one the Luna wanted. “Luna,” he began, his voice low and respectful. “The body of the Commander is in the third drawer from the left.” “Draw him out.” Luna Elodie moved gracefully toward the indicated drawer, her steps silent as she

All of a sudden, he started laughing maniacally. "Mr. Jack won't show you any mercy, Jonathan!" "Let him come at me then. I'll be waiting!" Jonathan scoffed. Jonathan did not spare another glance at Connor. With Rose in his arms, he turned around and got into his car. He had only driven a short distance away when a loud noise rang out behind him. Flames flickered high into the sky. The car had exploded, and Connor died in the fire. Just before his death, he sent a secret message to Regalia.

Her tone could have cut glass. Miller didn't flinch. He slid a folder across the table. "Louis claims he's the 'Wolf Mirror.' He says you asked him to kill Conner, after Conner accused you of tampering with the Nicholas Chan autopsy reports." He opened the folder to crime scene photos that made even the lawyer glance away. "We've confirmed the method matches the Mirrorist. And we know Conner was killed by the Mirrorist." He met Zhedya's gaze. "On that night, you had a dinner party for twelve people. A rock-solid alibi."

Connor asked me loudly. “I won’t take over as Alpha knowing full well that I won’t survive this mission,” I said to him. “And how is you dying the best thing for this clowder?” he asked me. “How was Damon dying the best thing?” I yelled at him. “He gave himself over to the Council, he pled guilty to murdering the Hastings pack and they executed him. He knew it would happen but he did it for you!” Connor said angrily. “Fuck that Connor!” I yelled back.

But Yvonne thought for a while before adding, "Maybe." Conan was stunned. "Although Chuck isn't an honest man, he shouldn't …" "His crimes are far from just Hopeful Faith's incident." Since Chuck was dead, Yvonne no longer needed to explain it to Conan. She added coldly, "I was still thinking that his death came too late. It was also too easy for him." Conan didn't understand, but he could sense that Yvonne wasn't willing to explain further. He was afraid that he would accidentally bring up something triggering, so he didn't press on further.

I needed to know who he was and if he was fit enough to give me any information. "He died upon arrival. His injuries were too severe," Harry informed me sadly. I sighed, looking at the floor. "Who was he? Do you know his family or where he comes from? Does he have a link to everything happening?" "His name was Nolan Connor. He was a thirty-five year old man. He came from a very poor background and he had a wife and two young children. A large sum of money was deposited into his bank account last week. They probably hired him and I have no idea if he was supposed to die as well in the accident or if he failed in his mission."

“Let's cut right to the chase, shall we?’ Chief Donovan began, wiping sweat off his greasy forehead as he stood up from his seat, facing the detectives. “We have a big case in front of us right now, Ladies, and only one of you is getting it.” Everyone in the room glanced at each other except Aviana. She couldn't wait for the day to be over. “If you are able to solve the case, Well, just know your future is incredibly bright.” He stood up straight and went to the projector and put it on. “As we all know by now, my assistant and detective Conor passed away two nights ago. God rest their souls.” The chief said as he did the sign of the cross.” “Amen,” everyone else replied except Aviana who did

The call connected quickly. “Run.” Hugo struggled to speak, “Stephen, you’ve always been smart. Run. Keep running and don’t stop. Then, find Ethan. You can’t solve this problem. Go to Ethan. Only he can do it! The mastermind behind this is Victor Hughes...” Bam! Another muffled sound rang out, and Hugo suddenly stopped talking. “How dare you leak information? If this mission fails, we’ll tear you apart!” One of the assassins noticed Hugo making a call and immediately kicked Hugo’s head viciously, causing him to lose consciousness. The phone also fell to the ground.