Jason Sweeney Murder Novels & Stories

Pranav was with Naina and the brothers had seen Rashmi walking outside. Jyoti was in the kitchen, and Mr Dhruv was in his room. Meera would have seen them if they had gone towards Esha’s room. Anubhav claims he was in his room too but he has no alibi.’ He paused. ‘Also, let us not forget the fight, probably a lover’s spat – so there is the motive, alright. And ... finally, there is the sweater,’ the sub-inspector closed his argument with an air of confidence. Inspector Rashid hesitated for a moment. ‘I find it very extraordinary Navpreet. I mean, why would a person commit a murder and then take the victim’s sweater and put it under his bed. There is no rhyme or reason to such an act.’

“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.

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.

" '03 ranted, trying to buy time as he started thinking of what to do. If the man wasn't an assassin, how good could he be at combat? "Jason. My son's name is Jason. He killed him at an orgy last year." Shit! It was one of those deaths. Too many of them had happened. How was he supposed to know which one of them was named Jason? Nobody attends an orgy with their real name in the first place. "First tell me where his body is and I will make his death quick." He offered. "Sir. I think you got the wrong guy. Rolph has never killed anyone during an orgy."

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?"

“I don’t think it works like that.” He looked thoughtful for a moment and said, “But since you want Jason in jail so badly, I guess I’ll have to get involved. I usually avoid people like him altogether, but you’re right. He shouldn’t keep getting away with this.” He leaned closer. “There’s someone I know. A detective. His name is Brown. He’s desperate to bring Jason down. His younger sister’s best friend was one of Jason’s victims. The girl took her own life. Brown’s sister has been wrecked by it ever since—she started using substances, spiraling. Brown has never gotten over it.”

He nodded, but the smile he gave me didn’t reach his eyes. We finally arrived at the restaurant. Just as we were about to step inside, Jason’s phone vibrated. “Hello?” he answered. A frantic voice spoke on the other end. “Sir, we need you at the hospital immediately! Something happened to your wife.” Jason’s entire body went rigid. “That woman is not my wife,” he said coldly. “And she’s of no use to me anymore.” The voice on the line hesitated before saying gravely, “Did you kill her? You are a suspect in this murder case.”

He asks a few more questions and tells them what little he knows about the murder. The woman's throat had been sliced open, which was obviously the cause of death. She matched the usual description of being light skinned with dark hair. After a few more minutes, he excuses himself and leaves to go join the other officers. The door has barely closed behind him when Jesse turns to Owen and tells him, “He finally quit talking as if it was a forgone conclusion that you commited the murders. That is a plus in win column for sure.” “It really is. He has his doubts about whether or not you are a killer, which is what we wanted. That is a good thing.” Andy agrees and Owen nods.