Jason Sweeney Murder Novels & Stories

I beg. He releases a sigh, his stiff body relaxing. "It will work out fine, Juliet. Trust us. No matter what happens." He squeezes my hand tightly before releasing it, his whole body tensing simultaneously. "I'm Jensen Meyer." "Mr. Meyer, you're under arrest for the murders of Leroy Johnson, Michael Wilson, and Francis Reynolds. Please come with us, son." Jensen walks away from me toward the police officer who spoke, who puts him in handcuffs and shoves him into the back of the black and white SUV. Jen doesn't fight them.

Jason threw down the tee shirt he was still holding, pissed. “Well it seems you have a couple of options. You either do what Dan would do or you do what you would do. You’re a good man, Jason. You were forced out of the states. Nothing was harmed. No fraud was done. You or Alyssa didn’t forge your death certificates someone else did. You have a fighting chance to get out of this clean.” “But here, there is already blood on my hands.”

Jason was worried and determined to bring the mastermind to book. Two hours ran by. Jason received an email and he read the content carefully. His expression darkened. Susan was behind the missing money. She was involved in money laundering and had a team that worked for her. Pictures of her with some ferocious looking men were also attached. She was also supposed to be married to the disfigured man, not Wendy. “Susan, you pretended to love me and I fell for it because you offered your body to me willingly. I should have known better! Wendy was the best woman that I have ever met. I left her for Susan who was worse than Delilah.” Jason pouted regretfully.

“Oh,that’s what you think. Jason is Selena’s younger brother. He’s way smarter than Selena and extremely cunning. Most of the tasks he has taken, no matter how close, he has never been caught.” “Even if he operates in the shadows, I should still know his name or something. Nothing is coming to my memory. Unless.” “That’s his alias?” “No,it’s not his alias. It’s his real name. Jason has an underlying ailment. One that can kill him if not controlled. The deal was to marry Selena so the money gotten from it would be to preserve Jason’s life” “That’s a lot to take in.” “The plot twist here is, he had that ailment because of the incident that happened with his parents. Incident that Kieran caused

"I've already killed the one ruining our relationship, Victoria. It's high time you forgive me now." Terrified, I staggered backward, fumbling for my phone to call the police. However, Frank showed up behind me in time and enveloped me in his arms. He held my trembling hand and gently comforted me, "Don't be afraid. Everything is alright now. Let's go home. We'll leave the rest to Maurice." I looked up to meet Frank's gaze. The tenderness in his eyes eventually calmed the panic in my heart. Jason was soon led away by the police who hurried over. With undeniable evidence of premeditated murder, he was quickly sentenced to death.

Osiris tried to explain as he pointed at me and stumbled on his words. “Ok, whatever.” Jason said as he shook his head and walked around the car. “Does this John Roberts have some significance to you guys? Should I be on the lookout for him?” Kane, Osiris, and I all looked at each other. Kane spoke first, “No, she killed him.” Kane informed Jason as he nodded his head in my direction. “You killed him?” “Yep.” I replied. “Care to elaborate? I am your Beta.” Jason said as he rolled his eyes and sighed.

The death of Owen McLean was still a source of worry for him, and all through the meal he had with Owen’s wife, he couldn’t take his mind off Owen’s death. Owen is the fifth person that has been murdered in the same fashion, all of them debtors to the bank. He decided to call his friend, Carl Whitefield, the loans director at the bank. He picked up the phone on the bedside table, and dialed his friend’s home number. “Hello Carl” Summers said, as soon as the line was picked up on the other end. “Hello John how are you doing?” Whitefield said. “I’m doing good, and you?” Summers said.

Yvette followed along because Jason was worried someone would target her. In the car, Jason said, “I have something to tell you. Guy is dead.” Kayson was astounded. “He’s dead?” Jason nodded. “Hmm, it’s said that he got in an accident from drunk driving.” ‘He’s murdered to prevent him from divulging secrets, and that is really merciless. However, a man like him deserves to die because there’s no telling how many evil deeds he committed by taking advantage of his position and power.’ Jason said, “On the other hand, we found a few other doctors with unclear backgrounds, and they have all been gotten rid of.”

"That's why we hesitated, Jason. That's why we couldn't just blurt it out the second we walked through that door." He set the glass down carefully, like he was afraid he might crush it. "We didn't come here to tell you a friend died in the line of duty. We came to tell you he was murdered. By one of our own." Jason stared at the rows of bottles behind the bar, their labels swimming in and out of focus. Somewhere in the background, the jukebox was still playing, some forgotten rock ballad that now felt hollow and mocking. "Do you have anyone in mind?" he finally asked. "A suspect?"