Jane Rhodes Murder Novels & Stories

Mary lay on her bed, staring at the TV screen while a young man lay beside her. The room reeked of cigarettes and wine. The reporter on the TV interviewed Detective Brad, who had just announced that he had solved the murder of Dr. Anderson. Noah, the son of the late Mafia lord Kendrick, was the real murderer, but he was also dead. Mary snorted in disgust and turned to the young man next to her, kissing his back. Mary sprang up from the bed, revealing her old, wrinkled buttocks and her pink pajamas. She dropped the bottle of wine on the nightstand, and her phone beeped. Mary read the message, and her heart sank.

Jane replied. She knew the moment Hudson knocked on the door because the big guy in the kitchen jerked his head turning toward the sound. Jane was in the process of standing up and drawing her taser when the unexpectedly swift movement of their quarry startled her. Instead of heading cautiously toward the front door like they had anticipated, he turned and hurtled toward the kitchen window where Jane sat crouched. She stood as he flung the window open, and drew her weapon. He was busy climbing through the window into the dark, rainy night when Jane announced her presence. "Stop!" she snapped holding the weapon on him as much as she could in the tiny cramped space. "I'm private investigator J

“How do you know that?” “Benedict’s demons confirmed their presence while we were waiting for all of you at the dinner table. He had planned to wait until after the dinner to kill the maid, but things changed when your demons showed up. Their combined power is much greater than the two we have here in Rothslor,” Jane explained. “Look,” I opened my mouth to speak, and Jane grabbed my legs. I deemed it an attack until I saw how she was sobbing as she clung to me.

she said, watching as the new maid took him away. Then she moved quickly to her own room and changed quickly, into something comfortable but professional and returned to the living room. She settled onto the couch beside Nicole, his hand finding hers beneath the table, squeezing gently. "Thank you for coming," Marquez began, opening the file. "We've made significant progress in the investigation." Emily leaned forward. "Tell me everything." Marquez pulled out a photograph and slid it across the table. It showed a young woman, the maid who had committed suicide in custody, Jane. Her face was pale, her eyes hollow. But there was something else in the photograph. A man, his arm around her shoul

Once the police officer finished speaking, he handcuffed Sarah and took her away. “No. I didn’t murder her. Don’t accuse me. Save me, Grady. Save me…” Sarah’s hysterical voice disappeared at the door. Rodney was still in a daze. Sarah had something to do with Jennifer’s death? She often bewitched men she used to be with? She ruined a dead body? All those incidents sent a chill down his spine. What kind of a woman did he actually marry? Did it mean that what Freya said was true? The more Rodney thought about it, the more frightened he felt.

His eyes held no surprise, only a coldness that made her blood run cold. "We meet again, Jane," he said. Instinct screamed at her to slam the door. She moved to push it shut, but he was faster. His hand shot out, blocking it with an immovable force. Before she could struggle, two uniformed police officers stepped into view from behind his broad frame, their faces stern. One officer moved forward. "Jane Robert?" "Yes, that’s me, what is this..." she stammered, her confusion twisting into fear. "You are under arrest for the attempted murder of Mr. Finn Wyndham."

Jane replied with a smile, and Dr Andesh raised an eyebrow wondering how but before she could ask another question hoping to buy time for someone to come in, Jane pulled the trigger. Dr Andesh fell to the ground. Jane walked over to look at her lying on the floor behind the desk. "You are Mr Wellington's right-hand person. You will make trouble with everything you know if I don't clear you," Jane said and pulled the trigger putting a bullet into Dr Andesh's chest.

Togеthеr, wе madе our way to onе of thе hospital officе, rеady to confront thе truth hеad-on. As Hеnry hеsitatеd, rеfusing to grant mе accеss to thе sеcurity footagе, my patiеncе worе thin. With еach plеa, I could fееl thе wеight of suspicion prеssing down upon us. But finally, aftеr rеlеntlеss pеrsuasion, Hеnry rеlеntеd, bеgrudgingly lеading us to thе survеillancе room. Hours passеd in tеnsе silеncе as Mary and I mеticulously combеd through thе footagе, dеspеratе for any cluе that could unravеl thе mystеry surrounding Johnson's dеath. And thеn, amidst thе flickеring imagеs, wе stumblеd upon a damning rеvеlation: Janе's clandеstinе visit to thе hospital, a day bеforе Johnson's passing.

She trembled slightly but quickly returned to her calm demeanor. Immediately, under the shock of everyone, Mrs. Zonder slowly stood up and admitted. "I was the murderer.” Finn was at a loss. This ending was somewhat different from what he expected. Mrs. Zonder confessed her motive for the murder. "I’ve been working in Sycamore Annex for many years and was mainly responsible for Ms. Josie's diet and daily life. I have a strong affection for Ms. Josie. That night, it was the middle of the night when I saw Hiroshi assaulting Ms. Josie. My hate for Hiroshi crept up on me and the malicious intent was formed—"

“We’ve recently been informed that she was actually murdered. The accident was a way to get to her. I want the case reports and anything you can dig up on the time leading up to and after her death.” “I can manage that,” Dante replied. “And Mr. Rhodes,” I said, making eye contact to hold his full attention, “I’m sure I don’t have to stress that this is to be done as discreetly as possible. I don’t want to draw any attention to our investigation. You will report back to me or Beta Damen and no one else.” “Of course, sir,” he insisted as he stood. “Beta Dante has my cell number in case I can’t be reached through the mind link. I’ll see what I can dig up from here and then let you know when I’m