James Gillies Murdoch Mysteries の小説・ストーリー

"It's quite all right. Please sit. Tell me why you've come. I admit your letter this morning was most intriguing. What it lacked in details it made up for with a sense of mystery." She slid onto the couch, and he resumed his place in the chair facing her. "This will be quite an unpleasant questionat least I fear it might be. Do you know a woman by the name of Gillian Beaumont?" Morrey's keen gaze suddenly softened. "Gillian?" He spoke the name softly, as if he'd been visited by a ghost of the past.

The cameras weren’t watching this part of the garden for the next few minutes, Murphy had made sure of it. He was already there, kneeling by the roses, pretending to check the plants. He had gloves on and a pair of shears in his hand. Pretending to work. He didn’t look up when I walked by. “Morning,” he said in a low voice. “Sleep well?” “What do you think?” I muttered, barely moving my lips. Murphy dropped a cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his boot. “I’ve got news. Gerrard sent Victor out last night. He’s looking for Gilmore.”

Sanders pay him and Jason stick with him. “Jason Elliott?” Ian asked. “yes?” “I am detective Ian Murray from the police homicide department. This is my partner William Garner” “What do you want?” Elliott asked straightforwardly. “We have come to ask only a few questions”. “What else there is to discuss. I have given my statements and I am now serving time. What else do you want?”

After about three months in total some more evidence were presented and they were able to catch the remaining suspect who agreed there was a main boss but didn’t know him by face only what Org and Del told them about him they believed. Mabel, Angela and some of her school mates that were involved testified that Org told them to do so to her because the ‘big boss’ wanted her to be broken and to lack self-esteem. The security team in the estate testified and some of the new recruit said they saw one of their men give someone in a black hoody something before the person left and was threatened not to talk else he would be killed.

The perfect life with Jenna Grabbing his travel mug of coffee, and his briefcase he heads to his unmarked car. His very first pay check ten years ago, he went and bought this car and it’s still going. When he got to the station and checked his voicemail, there were five new messages, all from the family of the victims from the murder drug scene he worked a month ago. They’re understandably hurt, shocked and desperate for answers, and they're calling to see if he had any leads or evidence.

Liv says, dying of curiousity from his words as well as the other officers words. Murder motel. Like his father and brother. When girls go missing you can find them in the well. Trudy's words about him being a murder like his family. This officers words about him being cleared of any involvement. She is starting to paint a picture in her mind of what might have happened here, but she wants answers. “Excuse me, Officer..” “Micheals.” He supplies. “Officer Micheals. I am going to retire to my room for the evening.” She holds out a hand to him and gives him a smile. “It was nice to meet you.”

In that same period, Rupert transferred more than 20,000 dollars to Giselle. The office fell into a deathly silence. Mrs. Murdoch's blank confusion slowly twisted into disbelief and horror. She turned sharply to her husband. Mr. Murdoch closed his eyes and let his head droop, drained of all energy. The answer was clear. The man who had impregnated Giselle had been found. A married man, twenty years her senior. And the ticket to the New Year's Eve light show—the one used to frame me—had been bought by him. He had not only provided the money to "handle" her problem, he had conveniently pinned the blame on her most hated roommate.

He must have sensed that the conversation wasn't going anyway near smooth and decided to intervene, and timely too. “This way..” He gestured to another side of the shopping mall, leading me away from the smirking Detective. I was scared. It would seem that Myles was right. He really had a mole in his ranks. How else would Detective Davies know that Myles was a biker?! This wasn't good…! *** Murphy's POV The phone ringing in the bedside drawer was what woke me up that morning. I stirred and then cursed under my breath. I never liked being woken up so early in the morning unless the world was burning! The two girls on either side of me stirred too at the sound of the phone.

"W-We haven't figured that out yet." "That's a child in your kindergarten. How can you not know who he is?" David quickly ordered the teachers to check. While the officers weren't looking, Esther leaned in close to my ear again. "Eve, you'd better think carefully. If I go down, you won't walk away clean either," she uttered. My heart clenched. I turned to look at her. She was smiling eerily. "Your son gave his hoodie to someone else. That child died. Everyone thought it was your son. Don't you think people might start wondering what really happened?"

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.