Novel & Cerita Jane Rhodes Murder

Jane sneaked out the syringe in her lab coat pocket and hid it in her bag that was kept on the desk in her office so that nobody would see it then she used the DC shower. Casandra suggested that Jane's cloth should be disposed off. Jane's result came out after five minutes and the result reads negative.The next day Jane visited Luis's house with two officers. Jane knocks on Luis's door but it was his wife Anabel that opened it "Where is Luis?" Jane asked, "He has not returned home since yesterday. What happened?" "Your fucking husband tried to get me killed." Jane shouted at Mrs Anabel. "How dare you come to my house to insult my husband!"

curiosity wondered though Ruby. “Umm that Nurse that gave you those abortion pills, what's her name again nurse Pamela she was murdered yesterday, shot in the head” Caden wondered “her death is a mystery that's why the police come here to detain Jasper because he is a suspect since they had a little fude due to him locking her up in prison. “Oh wow! That's a lot to process, but I don't think Jasper is the one who would have killed her.” Ruby told Caden “You're right I don't believe he could do that too but we will leave the police to handle this”

Somehow, they knew despite what she had convinced the authorities, she did indeed have something to do with the untimely demise of Rodriguez. She wondered if they had dreams too. Finally, she was allowed to see Byron again. *** “I used to like that story as a kid,” Janice told Byron everything that had transpired—from the mixed group of ruffians in the cafeteria to the informative meeting with Norma in the library to being a temporary suspect in Rodriguez's “suicide.” “Little Red Riding Hood, you mean?” Byron asked. At Janice's request, he had not yet turned on his tape recorder, though he really wished he had.

“No one breaks out of Redbrook.” Jonas almost laughed, but the sound caught in his throat. “You don’t understand. Rhodes staged this. She’s moving pieces again. Same as before.” Another pause. Then, almost too quiet to catch: “Then you know what has to be done.” Jonas stared back toward the ridge where the fugitives had vanished. He could still feel Rhodes’s presence, like a spider tugging at threads he couldn’t see. His gut twisted. He’d spent years trying to forget the projects, the test subjects, the endless failures buried beneath concrete floors. But he knew better than most when Rhodes wanted someone in the open, it was never for mercy.

“It’s not looking good for you, Miss Winters. Reid and Ryan’s alibis have been established. They were in the Alpha office from quarter to three until five am when Reid discovered her body. The cameras are sufficient proof of that, which only leaves you without an alibi.” “You haven’t established an alibi for everyone,” Jane muttered and shifted in her seat. “Are you saying that Joseph killed her?” “No.” Jane could only mumble her answer out. “That leaves you then.” “I didn’t kill her!” Jane’s earlier anger had returned full force and black spots danced in front of her eyes. “Are you okay?” Hands reached for her but she slapped them away. “I’m fine,” she whispered before crumbling to the floo

“I found something.” At Shelf Seven… Vivienne discovered a folded architectural blueprint hidden inside an atlas. Victor pulled an envelope from Shelf Fourteen. Inside was a faded newspaper clipping. Headline: QUINN EXECUTIVE DIES IN CAR ACCIDENT. Date: Twenty-seven years ago. One year before the fire. Elias stared at it. “I remember him.” “Who was he?” “Samuel Rhodes.” “Our chief legal adviser.” “He resigned.” Victor shook his head. “No.” “He was murdered.”

The sound of her own heartbeat screaming through silence when she saw Lucy’s wedding photo in the tabloids. “I’ll explain,” Jullie stepped in, her voice a fortress. “Jane was the victim of an attempted murder disguised as suicide. Her body was never identified by family—because there were none left to claim her. Only the husband, Daniel, who benefited from her death.” “Extraordinary claim,” the man said flatly. “Where was she all this time?” Flashback

Jay was not loud, but his words were like a hammer as they struck me. “Detective Xavier,” I started. I was trying to explain myself, but my mind was a mess. I shivered as a startling thought popped into my head. “Could it have been Cynthia? She must have poisoned the beer because she was jealous of Lysette. After she poisoned Kellan and Lysette, she killed herself out of guilt!”

"According to the radio reports, he was a cavalier and ebullient businessman prone to highs and lows, making tons of money and spending it. George Charles was a mover and shaker, living the high life, even dating the top celebrity model Jessa Rhodes. His mother had cancer, and he and his father Looked after her, and he somehow managed to pay for the place where they were living. His wife and daughter used to visit. He started the relationship with Jessa Rhodes only recently, giving her a ring and money. Then, more, or less the day after, she went to Iran for a photoshoot, and he was distraught." "But that's not the reason he killed himself?" I ask. "No, he was connected to Robbie Chase." "No