J The Killer Novelas e Histórias

Lilian cried piteously. When she heard me, she immediately pointed at me. “Sir, I want to report a case. This woman killed my son!” The cops walked over to pull Lilian away. “We’ll take Summer Lloyd to the police station now. You guys can come along with us. We don’t let go of any criminal, nor do we accuse someone falsely.” I went to the police station with them. In the meantime, Lilian continued to yell at me.

Did Luciano Reyes just ask her to marry him or was he joking? The Killer

" I quizzed, desperate to find a way to reassure her. After a small moment, her voice pushed through from the speakers again, "The one with the weird name who looked like he murders people for a living?" Well, that description certainly didn't help. It settled with her for a while before a strained gasp escaped her throat, "Ishtar! Don't tell me he's the-" "Yes," I confirmed, "But listen…" I went ahead to explain everything that had happened between Damian and me, including the compromising situations we always seemed to find ourselves in. I didn't mention the part about Minerva, not yet.

And what King was talking about here with Jensen was Murder One, and no lawyer in the land would be able to argue anything different. Did Kirk Jensen deserve to die? Oh, hell, yeah. Yeah, he did. He was a murderer, and a drug dealer, and a sex trafficker of women and kids, and he ran kidnapping rings that sold children. He was on countless cops’ ‘Most Wanted’ Lists – and he made sure that he never got caught. Never, ever. Every single time the cops or feds finally got close to him, one of his associates stepped up to take the fall. Jensen generously rewarded his patsies and their families, and he protected his fall-guys in jail as they served their sentences on his behalf. He was untouchable

He didn’t ask permission. He assessed. I understand something now with cold clarity. Matteo De Luca isn’t dangerous because he kills. He’s dangerous because he gives people the illusion of choice - and waits to see who damns themselves willingly.

“Who knows. One thing’s certain, the killer is no ordinary person. His martial arts must be formidable. Four murders, and not once has he been caught. We must be more careful. We can’t let ourselves be killed too.” *** Physician Jia sipped the warm tea a nurse had brought her after she regained consciousness, hoping the fragrant steam would coax a sense of calm back into her chest. “Physician Jia, I’m deeply sorry for what happened. You must be terribly shocked and distressed. But for the sake of everyone here, I have no choice but to interrogate you now,” Chen Long said. “Very well, Head Guard Chen,” Physician Jia replied, her face still deathly pale from the most devastating shock she had

I tried my best to control my shaking body and nodded slowly. When Officer Ryan Zahn saw that, he continued to question me. “Why is that? “What did you experience in the past?” When I heard those questions, I schooled my expression and tried for a casual disposition. “I’m a psychiatric patient. I’ll be afraid of what I want. I don’t need to give you a reason.” Ryan’s expression darkened again. He slammed his fist on the desk. “Just answer the questions I ask. Why did you kill your parents and sister?