Jane Rhodes Murder Novels & Stories

"Martinez bled out from the stab wound you gave him, Ms. Walton. He probably tried to get to a hospital but collapsed and fell into the river." Jane was quiet. She looked pale. "Are you okay?" I asked her. "I killed him." "You defended yourself," Detective Rivera said quickly. "This was clear self-defense. You're not in any trouble." "But he's dead because of me." "He's dead because he broke into your home and attacked you," I said. "You did what you had to do." Jane nodded, but she still looked shaken. "So that's it?" Jared asked. "Jane is safe now?"

Jim said with a bit of seriousness in his tone too. After taking her seat in front of Jim’s executive table, she looked at him, inquisitively. “Alright Yher; we already ruled out Jethross from the list of suspects. We cannot see any trace of his past actions and whereabouts that he has any connection with the death of Rhoda and disappearance of Seigfred.” Jim started his revelation.

They had brought some groceries and came to my house, where they witnessed my murder when they arrived at the doorstep. Cecilia was still hesitating about what to do when Peter walked over to them ominously, holding a bloodied hammer. Jane died on the spot and was dragged into the garage. My mom, barely alive, crawled slowly and desperately out the door. She tried to get help. The long trail of blood on the ground was horrifying. My femur was removed, and the rest of me was left in a pile with Jane's corpse. And just like that, two living people were reduced to a heap of trash in no time.

“The charges were filed this morning.” I frowned. “What did they do? Who filed the charges? What charges?” I threw in all the questions at once. My headache seemed to have even increased the more. At that rate, it felt my head was threatening to split in two halves. “Conspiracy to commit manslaughter.” Rhodes said, his hand slipping a document to me. I froze. Manslaughter? But then, it clicked immediately. Robert. I'd been at his place and I'd told him the truth that had been eating up my consciousness ever since that day I stumbled on my dad talking to that person on the phone.

She has this confidence that never fails. "I dug through the files that recorded the murder of a woman last year. At that time I was not yet in the service. And neither we nor you were destined here. Actually five women died, the same case. But it turned out my attention is on Joana Lee, 24 years old and a half Korean-Pinay. According to the record, the crime happened right there in the house where I live. At exactly two am. Her body was found chopped up right there in the closet of the house, " I told them when we had a break time. We finished eating lunch and we are here in the office. "Which is the same from the recent case," said Kitt.

Sitting at my desk, I couldn’t help but drift back to that night, the one that changed everything. The memory of Rosa’s words still stung like a fresh wound. I remembered her standing there,soaking wet,her voice trembling as she revealed that Elizabeth Rodgers was the one who had murdered my family. She said she had overheard Jake and Phill talk. I would have never believed her but she had that little snippet of their voices.

"They're hitting us. At home. No one is safe." I ended the call. My hands were shaking. I looked down at the papers on my desk Rudy's financial trails, Nyxara's latest article mocking our "security failures." It was all connected. The door opened quietly. Rudy stood there, still dressed from the day. He took one look at my face and went pale. "Emily? What's wrong?" "Elder Jacobs is dead." I said, the words flat and heavy. "He was murdered, in his own garage." Rudy's face crumpled. He came forward, reaching for me, but I stepped back. I couldn't handle comfort right now. I needed action.

"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

He was still alive, but every bone in his fingers and toes had been pulled out one by one. A deafening roar suddenly shook the sky. A heavy black military helicopter ignored all regulations and landed directly in the center of the construction site. The cabin door opened, and a man in a black trench coat stepped out. He was neither tall nor muscular, and even looked somewhat thin. But as he walked forward, nobody on the construction site dared to breathe. Everyone lowered their heads, including the muscular workers carrying steel pipes and the arrogant security guards from earlier. Floyd walked up to Anthony's body. He crouched down and gently wiped the blood from Anthony's forehead with a h

But why me? "It's all over now, Lana. The Jane Doe case is closed. You're safe," Jason reassured, pulling me back into his embrace. "That maniac saw you at the crime scene that night. He was always there," his voice quivered, "He's insane, shouting that you resemble the first girl he killed, that by killing you, he will finally be at peace." "That's creepy, Jason. He's psychotic." I admitted, comprehending the gruesome nature of the murderer upon hearing Jason's detailed account of the Jane Doe case.