Jane Rhodes Murder Novels & Stories

To the press, he announced boldly, “We are calling off the manhunt for Cornell Rowling and Edgar Rowling. It appears they attempted to flee the scene of their arrest tonight, and while being chased by police, met with an accident. Their car hit a bridge pylon, exploded, and burned. Alcohol appears to be a contributing factor. Both men were killed instantly. That is all.” Chloe screamed her brother’s name and fainted, collapsing to the ground. Heith barely kept himself upright, gasping for breath like he’d been punched in the gut. However, Colleen had no expression on her face whatsoever as they were loaded into separate SUVs. Jean just shook her head as she got in next to Agent Jim Whitman,

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

Charlie and Wendy stood behind me, barely able to breathe from the pain. Mark rushed to Jane's bed, hitting her with all his strength. "You killed Mommy! Give her back to me! Give her back!" "Get away from me! Did I kill her? You were the ones who gave me the Miracle Elixir! Your family murdered Viola, not me!" Jane shrieked like a deranged woman. I turned to the officers, my voice hollow but firm. "Arrest her. Charge her with intentional homicide." As we stood there, looking at the empty, lifeless hospital room, my heart felt heavy. We had all played a part in Viola's death.

“After a failed attempt to harm Sylvia Reynolds using hired attackers—resulting instead in the injury of Leah Sanders—Powell reportedly confessed in a handwritten suicide note and took her own life last night inside her cell.” My stomach turned. No. No. This story was too neat. Too pretty. Too wrapped in a bow. There was no way in hell she’d gone down without dragging Ryder into the fire. Not if she was really Josephine. Not if she’d planned every move like a goddamn chess master. Ryder was her partner. Her shadow. Her everything. She would’ve named him. Burned him alive. Unless someone made sure she didn’t. My blood turned cold. A thought itched at the edge of my skull, digging in like a sp

When Levi saw that I had managed to hold on until the third syringe, he panicked and portrayed the Larsons as hypocritical businessmen so that he could reinforce the idea that I had murdered them. However, he had been in too much of a rush. All the memories he had cobbled together were full of loopholes. He had even arranged for someone to come and kill Vivian in order to keep up the act. Levi thought that he had succeeded, but he had never imagined that I would hold out until the fourth syringe. I didn't have any proof, and all the evidence that the police had pointed toward me. No matter how good I was at talking, I wouldn't be able to prove my innocence. The truth about everyone's death w

"Specifically, from Daniel Rhodes' wife who appears to have been, until recently, believed to be deceased." The room went completely silent. I kept my face still. I had practiced keeping my face still through things that would have broken most people. I was very good at it by now. But under the table, I pressed my hand hard against my knee. Daniel Rhodes had a wife. Daniel Rhodes, who had been the ghost in the background of this entire case, was the name that always came up. Now he had a wife who was still alive, and she had just walked into this courtroom with a sworn statement that had made Judge Maria Cole read the same document three different times.

Signed: CVM There were no explanations, no threats, no promises, just an invitation. There was a photo tucked between the folds. A young woman, probably in her late twenties, wearing a wedding gown. Her veil was crumpled, and her mascara was streaked. She was crying, her full-body sobs were caught mid-motion. On the back of the photograph, someone had written in slanted writing: Amelia Rhodes. Widowed in 2021. No autopsy was done. Genevieve gripped the edge of the sink tightly until her knuckles turned white.

No matter what, Jane could not hate the woman of what she did to her and her twin sister. That night, it's a nightmare hard to disregard in her sense. Jane opened the folder, and the first thing she saw the blonde young girl in fifteen lying on the floor half naked. Eyes were closed but even so the pain remained on her facial expression, having died unbearably. Hand fisted as she heaved a sigh. The youngest in the age of the victims, and according to the autopsy, the girl's name Jane Roberts, the only daughter of Michael Roberts who lose his wife in a car accident five years ago, died in an acid the killer intake to her in forced, and in her stomach 15 needles pierced.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

So, the Obsidian Cartel is real! SkillSage: Who posted this? The Obsidian Cartel said they’d kill him, and now, she’s provoking them! SpicyTales: If he dies, she’d basically be the murderer! I let it go viral. The bigger the mess, the better. The police took the report and video seriously and immediately began investigating Jason’s entry time and location. Two days later, during a company meeting, Jason suddenly burst in. He was covered in blood. Everyone was shocked. Rachel quickly called the police.