Ice Box Murders Novels & Stories

the woman said and the television showed the outside of the houses with the bright yellow ‘do not cross—police’ tape cordoning off the area. “The first victims were Marrick and Susan Goldman and their four children, Jackson, Rupert, Sumari and Kyle. Two of the children died from poisoning while the rest were shot at close range. Nothing appeared to be missing from their home. The second set of victims were Peter McPherson, his wife Tanya and their daughter Michelle. Michelle was strangled to death but Peter and Tanya were shot at close range just like the Goldman couple. Their house was ransacked but the police are unsure if anything is missing as yet. The third set of victims were Rick and

It was one of the cases he couldn’t get out of his head. Young, beautiful women found in a basement and encased in ice. Their features were forever frozen in time. Their beauty was captured like some horror portrait. It was something they couldn’t unsee no matter how they closed their eyes. The mother was found locked in a cage and her head twisted completely around. It was enough to give the department nightmares for weeks. He took a moment to glance at the TV. He forgot he turned it on. Dr. Freyman’s attack was all over the news.

The ones who had stolen her. The ones who had made her believe her father was dead. The ones who had filled her childhood with emotional coldness and manipulation. “They were trying to flee the country after news of the reopened investigation broke yesterday,” the inspector continued. “We believe they were tipped off.” Her knees gave out. Atticus caught her immediately, steadying her against his chest. “They’re in custody,” the inspector said firmly. “They’ll be extradited for formal charges. Kidnapping. Identity falsification. Conspiracy. Fraud.”

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.

After a while, I heard him sigh helplessly, giving up. He went to Cade instead. “What happened? Why did that ice man suddenly make a move against ‘her imperial trouble’? I can understand the blockhead Olivia making a move, but Liam isn't careless.” He asked, referring to Erica. Cade sighed heavily and looked at him. “Alex, the captain of team B of division four guards was murdered this afternoon.” “Ah?” Cade nodded, and Frost looked at Micha for confirmation. “Is it the Alex we know or another one?” Conrad asked, echoing the initial doubts I had.

But their deaths all seem to have happened close together, sometime between 1 and 3 AM. Detective Captain Alex Bell turned to me then, his eyes sharp, pinning me in place. "You were in that car, too. You must've experienced the same altitude and freezing temps." I nodded, my throat dry and tight. He studied me, as if he was trying to peel back layers. But instead of pushing harder on that point, he switched gears. "You're sure you went to sleep around 10 PM, and you didn't wake up once? Didn't notice anything strange?"

I ramble on "After all the trouble we've been through this week.” “Yeah, well you are. I’ve packaged all the gifts and you and I are staying the night on Sasha’s yacht in the bay,” he replies. They have linked Dario Rice with the kidnapping at our old house in Miami. Apparently when they went to arrest the guy they couldn’t find him but what they did find was much worse. Photographs of me and Rome were strewn all over his apartment, along with photos of the other victims that have since been murdered. I can’t believe this shit.

Chapter 18 The Story Of Mr & Mrs Duck Luna’s POV I was later discharged home and after settling at home, I waited for Victor to finish his call. “Did you see the news Victor?” I asked hoping I am not being foolish here. This is the right thing to do, I just need to know Victor is not a killer. “What news?” “The model with the nickname Icey Baby, she was found dead in her apartment after being missing for so long.” “Oh I saw the news, she committed suicide, so wife, what does this have to do with me?” He came closer to me on the couch with my heart beating fast.

Alex sat in his chair, staring at the computer screen displaying photos of the victims of the serial murders that had rocked the city. These photos were taken from Liam's laptop. Of course, he had taken them without Liam's knowledge. Alex didn't want Liam to know that Alex was investigating the same thing.

he asked Karen "Last week while I was still in New Zealand for work" "Yeah and me too last week " I added "Well according to the autopsy no injuries just a bite mark , no blood found her blood had been drained" he said as Karen held her hands over her mouth and muffled a few words obviously in shock " I fucking New it that bastard killed my mum that fucking bastard I'm gonna hunt you down" I yelled "Do you by any chance know anything about her death?" The police man asked "I'm Detective Vanessa I work for the FBI In Newyork to he precise in Newyork these same thing had been happening and I'm the case was handed over to me , I kept on receiving threat notes from the person " I said finally in