Jane Rhodes Murder Novels & Stories

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.

Night after night I begged the Moon Goddess to take me instead, but she never answered. “The guard went missing the same day Riley was murdered. He’s the only one who could’ve done it, yet according to his family he was just an ordinary Joe who had plans on retiring next year. Add that to the fact that his body was weeks into decomposition, and it makes no fucking sense!” Jada snarled, throwing her hands in the air. This was only the beginning of her daily tirade. No judgement from my end, though. We were all doing what we could to cope. I flipped my mother’s blade around in my hand, the one she’d given to Lilac when we were kids. “Unless a rotting corpse is capable of murder, it’s not going

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.

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

Zade's voice was the next thing I heard, it felt like he was talking from the other side of the room, "Get out of that penthouse and run." And then the call ended. Jason must have heard what Zade said because suddenly he was sitting on the bed and trying to go on social media to know what happened. I tried calling the number again, multiple times but no one answered. Jason finally got to the page of the news station that had posted about him. ".....Mr Jason Newman, whom his wife, Mrs Isabella Wells, a well known fashion designer with one of the best fashion store was involved in her own saga earlier, has been found as the mastermind of the killing of the young James few years ago...."

he murmured, making me believe that he really had no connection to how it got broadcast. “The main suspect in the murder case of Mr. and Mrs. Sloan is their one and only biological daughter, Angelique Sloan. All details about her can be seen on your screen,” a reporter said. “If you know anything that will lead us to escalate our investigation further, please do inform us right away. We’ll give any compensation to those who're deemed helpful,” the reporter concluded. Seeing that they didn’t include Greyson’s surname, they probably didn’t hear about this murder case from Joy, the aspiring detective who was found dead in my mother’s ward.

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.

As happy as he has been in far too long a time. But that happiness does not last once he steps into his living room. Because once again the police are there. Only this time, they are not looking as friendly as they had mere hours before. This time, there is a judgement in their eyes that is aimed solely at Owen. “There has been another murder.” “What?” “We found the body of a young woman out back, past your work shop. In a large, inclosed well house.” The sheriff tells him. “She was raped, beaten and shot through the forehead. Then dumped into the well.”