Jane Rhodes Murder Novels & Stories

With that, they reopened the case with Sierra’s mom’s accident and pressed charges against the Rothschild family. “Not only that Raphael Rothschild was responsible for the shooting of twenty men that died on that night, apparently, he was also responsible for a fatal accident that claimed the lives of Sebastian and Adelina Ascott, Henri’s wife and oldest son almost twenty years ago. The case was also related to the accident that claimed Edward Rhodes’s life several years ago. The police are now conducting a full investigation of this case and Raphael Rothschild will be held in Rikers Island without bail to await his next court date…”

She gathered her pen and paper. Jason shrugged. “Her boyfriend Jake came looking for her with a gun that Monday.” Fairchild began looking through files and searched for a name. “Jake Holland?” Jason nodded. “I’m assuming. I never knew his last name.” Fairchild looked up. “Jake Holland was found dead on the following Tuesday in his car. There was nothing written on him so we didn’t link the two murders together.” Fairchild grabbed her pen again. “You said Jake came with a gun? Was he threatening her?” “More me than Tracy. He was looking for her. Thought I did something to her.”

She stubbornly insisted, "Fine. Let's wait until Jane gets up. She'll be able to prove my innocence then!" With that, the family drama came to an end for the time being. However, Zion angrily drove Jocelyn back to her parents' place out of anger. In the meantime, Jennifer asked Zion to station some security guards outside Jane's room. If Jocelyn tried to hurt Jane, she'd be caught red-handed. … Back in her bedroom, Jennifer lay on the bed and recounted the events that unfolded in the last two days. The police had stated that Jane was run over because she jaywalked. But was it really an accident?

Of course, the woman immediately notified the police. The murdered woman was Martha Jones, a slim blonde of medium height, at the age of 25, according to witnesses, she had lived in this district for several months after she graduated with honors and her parents bought her a house as a reward. She worked in downtown Cardiff as a secretary in her father's law office and was generally liked, sometimes only her female colleges, jealous of her beauty, spread rumors about the girl's countless love affairs. At least that's what girl's closest friend - the woman who found her - thought. The rest of the neighbors mentioned that she was often visited by various men, and quite wealthy at that, many al

I stood up, my heart beginning a slow, heavy thud in my ears. "CONVICTED MURDERER KATHERINE ROBINSON FOUND DEAD IN CELL." I moved closer to the screen, my breath hitching. A grainy photo of Katherine, the woman who had helped Richard ruin my life stared back at me. "Reports coming in from the state penitentiary confirm that Katherine Robinson was found unresponsive early this morning," the news anchor said, her voice clinical and cold. "Sources say she was stabbed with a dagger repeatedly in her cell, during a fight with one of the inmates. Katherine was serving a life sentence for the murder of Eleanor Blackwood and her involvement in Hawthorne's In-laws crimes..."

Those ornate steel gates drew a line between herself and the Dunns, cutting her off from everything she had ever owned. Jane did not know how to describe how she was feeling right now. The moment she turned around, two men in blue police uniforms stopped her. "Miss Dunn, we suspect that you hired thugs to rape a Miss Rosaline Summers, leading to her accidental death. Please come with us." Before she was escorted into prison, Jane saw Sean, standing majestically next to the window. Jane shook her head and said determinedly, "I never did anything to Rosaline." Sean deliberately walked his long and well-toned body up to her. Jane told herself to be brave. After all, she was innocent. She did no

The night Elias Rhodes died on a coastal highway, officially intoxicated, officially alone. She typed the date into the password field. The folder unlocked. She sat very still. Then she opened it.

IRIS My knees gave out and I stumbled, but Harold was there to catch me and keep me from falling. “Careful,” he said softly, taking me closer to the bed so I could sit on it. ‘That is why I killed her.’ Harold killed Rhoda? But that…. No. No, it was Quentin. My mind was spiraling, and for a moment, all I did was just stare at nothing, trying to figure out how it was possible. Maverick said it was—

He got up and slowly walked away from her, towards us. “So, what now?” Ronald asked the question on all our minds. “7TH January, 2004,” Jane said, drawing all of our attentions towards her. “The night of the murder of the Prime Minister,” she said, “I was nothing but a staff for Mr. Williams, who had just made a friend in the police,” “He loved me and he was going to marry me, until he saw that the footage of the Prime minister’s murder had me in it.” “I swore that it wasn’t me. It couldn’t have been. I was home all night and was grateful for my new job. That was all that mattered to me.”

"Hannah… you won… But it's over… cough, cough…" There was more hacking, the sound of lungs drowning from cyanide poisoning. "I… started recording… when you came in… It's uploaded… to the cloud… automatically…" My whole body went cold. That damned Mike. Even dying, he set a trap. He never trusted me!