Jane Rhodes Murder Novels & Stories

She didn’t want to tell Brandon she had seen a gun in Jayden’s hands while he was unconscious. “I saw Jayden unconscious, I had to take him to the hospital after I called you. I swear to God I didn’t kill Rhoda. I didn’t do it” Hannah said and Brandon sighed softly not knowing what to say or believe. He knows how much Hannah hated Rhoda and now Rhoda is dead and Hannah was the first person who had seen the dead body? something is off. If Hannah didn’t kill Rhoda then who did?! He thought. He didn’t know if Rhoda had any other enemies. Brandon sighed, it pained his heart that Rhoda was dead. He blamed himself. He felt he had ruined her life in the past by raping her and now she’s dead in the

“As of this time, there is still no update that the body of the bride has been found. Over an hour ago, the body of the Rolls Royce vehicle driven by her bodyguard has been found and we are unfortunate to announce of his passing.” “However, witnesses had revealed that on their way to St. John’s Cathedral, what seemed to be a gang on motorbikes had ambushed them and started shooting at the vehicle,” the anchor continued. “Investigators on the case refused to give out information but our reliable sources told us that Rachel Hamilton has been allegedly murdered.” Rachel dropped the tablet on her lap, her face filled with shock. She looked at Grayson when he took the Ipad from her lap and handed

Ethan frowned, thinking that the whole day had been a daze, but he felt like he would remember Jane telling him this. “Oh really?” The detective questioned slyly, eyeing Jane in a way Ethan didn’t like one bit. “I suppose I shouldn’t make anything of that, should I?” He gloats. “Now, I know you wanted to have a lawyer for our next meeting, but –” “Wait a minute.” Ethan interrupted. “Why would she need a lawyer, and why are you interviewing her at all. My mother was the victim, not hers.” “Because,” Jane announced shakily, “He thinks I killed her.”

"My car is outside. We leave now, or we die in this club." Sloane looked at the door, then back at the man who was supposed to be her target. She reached into her clutch and pulled out a single, preserved black rose. She dropped it on the chest of the man she had just killed. "The job is done," she whispered, her eyes locking onto Julian’s. "But the war is just beginning." He didn't wait. He grabbed her hand, their fingers interlocking—forged in the heat of the hunt—and pulled her into the rainy night.