Novel & Cerita Jane Rhodes Murder

But as I was about emerging from my car, I saw Jane tiptoe into the house after banging repeatedly on the door with no response. I knew the omen is a bad one with such guest around and I immediately stepped out of the car. I tried going in through the back entrance when I heard a loud thud and the faint sound of what looks like a gun. I finally entered and stayed at a distance no one could easily see me. In Jane's hand was a pistol— a silent one undoubtedly and on the floor was Hailey's lifeless body, drenched in her own pool of blood. I knew I could easily be next in line with that gun on Jane's hand and so, I brought out my phone and took some pictures and videos instead. Not quite long af

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

“What you did was cruel. And you did not do it for love. You did it for control. Jackson might survive this. But you will not be anywhere near him ever again.” Marcus did not answer. The officers stood. Mackenzie signaled for the guard. Torres grabbed the file and Dove tucked her tablet under her arm. Marcus remained frozen, staring at the door as if he hoped someone else would walk through it. No one did. *** Later that night, far from the precinct and far from Jackson’s quiet hospital room, Viviana Rhodes stood outside the oncology department of Rosehill Medical Center. The hallway smelled of disinfectant and fear. Her fingers shook as she held her phone. Her daughter, tiny and pale in the

Jane had decided to spend her lunch break there, hoping a moment of peace among books might quiet the storm in her mind. She pushed open the heavy wooden doors, stepping into the warm, quiet interior. The faint smell of old pages and polished wood greeted her, and she let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. As she walked toward the reading area, her thoughts raced. She replayed Dr. Chen’s findings, the victims’ photos, the taunting patterns of the killer. Why brides? Lost in thought, Jane didn’t notice the man stepping into her path until it was too late. Her coffee cup collided with his chest, the lid popping off and sending a cascade of steaming liquid over his leather jack

Jeremiah suggested. Tobias agreed and they both returned to the crime scene where Joseph and the rest of the priests were waiting. Yes, Rosalinda Rosewood was found dead inside the woods early this morning and the mystery behind her death was finally revealed. It turned out it was another white priest who killed her and now, it was up to Jeremiah to find out who was the real killer because if he did not act soon, another death would surely appear. ***

They glanced at one another. “Let him go.” Rios said. **** On April twenty-ninth, the coming Monday morning, two fresh victims, Roxanne Simons and Christie Lawyer, discovered murdered by the hands of the same maniac. Bates rubbed his hand over his bald head when Jennifer entered the office, again without knocking. He dropped in the chair, irritated. She leaned over the oak wood desk staring into his face. “Woman, don’t you know how to knock before entering?” “Sorry, Detective, but we gotta talk.”

Catalina’s POV I drove to Jane's house because I felt responsible to help her. I also called 911, and help was on its way to Jane. Then, after a few minutes, I got to Jane's house, and all I could hear was her sobbing on the porch with a hand covered with blood. I thought she had done something wrong, but it wasn't her. Someone was here and killed her two maids on the balcony. Their necks were open as if they had been bitten and sucked by a dangerous animal, but I knew that wasn't the case. A vampire did it.

Meanwhile, I got pity towards Roxette Jones who was brutally killed inside her apartment. Roxette Jones poisoned my sister upon Margaret's order but later, she was killed by another person whom Margaret hired. Gladly, the suspect was caught and the dagger that was used in the crime was already in the police custody. The man also admitted that Margaret was the mastermind of it, and he was just following her order.

Then, out of nowhere, news flashed on my TV screen, with a very familiar setting. "Janet Houston, 26, was brutally murdered by an unknown assailant. Aside from her heart, no valuable belongings were reported missing from her apartment," the news reporter announced on-air. What?! Except for her heart, no valuable items were reported missing from her apartment?!! What type of heinous monster would commit such a thing? And to think it was done so casually to a helpless woman? I swallowed uneasily when I realized the crime scene was only a few feet from Athena's house.

"If I really let you live and you fall into the Rhodes family's hands, you'll expose me. And why should I share your fate? Ruby, I can't let you live. You must disappear!" As soon as she finished speaking, the car door opened, and a hunched figure in a long black robe stepped out. It was Gordon Woods, the Driscoll family's top martial artist and a shadowy enforcer disguised as a steward. He slowly approached Ruby. Before Ruby could react, a sharp cry of terror escaped her lips as Gordon swiftly snapped her neck. Without a sound, Gordon carried Ruby's lifeless body and placed it in the car's back seat. Aspen walked over, smiling. "Mr. Woods, I've been waiting for your arrival in Jayrodale. I'