Jason Sweeney Murder Novels & Stories

The room was silent again. “All the way through the meeting I felt that something wasn’t quite right. I’ve met Jason a couple of times while he was out walking his dog and at the RSPB lectures. I had even helped Loraine distribute the leaflets for the Wildlife Field Day yet I felt uncomfortable. Consider this. The dim room, the light turned blindingly away from the figure in the chair. It was all very cloak and dagger and what did I see? Just an outline of someone who looked like Jason Barker. And what evidence is there that Jason ever had a dream? Only the story I was told and the evidence of Loraine. What evidence is there that Jason kept a Browning 9mm automatic in the drawer? A

“It’s your job to investigate her misconduct.” “Actually, it isn’t,” Jason said, challenging the older man with his hard gaze. “It’s our job to investigate a homicide.” Now his fury spread, staining his entire face crimson. “What are you talking about?” he demanded. “Why would you come to me about the Welling murder?” “Why would you assume it’s the Welling case we’re here about?” Jason countered. “Because I’m not stupid. It’s the only major homicide case in Virginia right now, and I have a history with the victim.”

"Have you been disgraced? Didn't I tell you over and over again to do your job properly and cleanly?! why did you drop him in front of the church?!" he teased his assistant Jason, his right hand who always followed him. Jason was also the one he ordered to stab Gwen and he was also the one he ordered to kill Mina, but he didn't expect the girl to jump from the top of the building. The young man was kneeling in front of Allen and half of his face was bleeding after he was hit on the head with a broken bottle.

4 Hi, Jason here. Figured I’d take this opportunity to clear some things up while Sarah’s unconscious. Don’t worry, she’s fine. I managed to get her into my car and to a safe location. Well . . . as safe a location as there is in our current circumstance . . . She’s been out for a couple of hours, but I expect she’ll be waking up soon, so let’s get this over with while we can. First and foremost, I’m going to assume Sarah has told you I cheated on her, probably with Mary Sue. I never cheated on her. I might be a heartless, work-for-hire killer, but I ain’t a cheating pig. Even assassins have morals, you know.

My phone rang, but I ignored it and went in. Upon seeing me, Henry hung up and handed a case closure form to me. “I’ve found the murderer. Sign this.” I skimmed through the contents and felt my heart twist in pain. In the morning, Henry had promised to help me take revenge, but at this very moment, he was protecting the murderer and had just found a scapegoat to deceive me. “You’re saying that a terminal-stage cancer patient killed my father as a middle finger to society. Do you really think I’d believe that?”

"Sit down, Miss Huxley. I bring terrible news." My hand flies to my chest. I know it can't be good. I do as he instructs and sit. I'm hyperventilating and I know it. This has to be about Jason. He stares at me awkwardly with the suitcase in hand. He then clears his throat. "Your cousin, Jason, was killed in a shoot out at two in the morning." My head starts spinning. Jason. Dead. Killed. I'm too shocked for words. He wasn't answering the phone because he was dead. I feel sick. It can't be. How could he be dead? "Are you sure?" This is the first question that comes to mind.

I keep my voice calm, “I'm not the danger here.” Mmhmm,” he bites his lip, “sure, you're not. But you're still a suspect.” “Ah,” I sigh, nodding my head, “of course, I allegedly killed my mother, is that right?” “Not just that,” his lips curl in a cynical smile, “don’t go forgetting about Jason, now.” Jason Lane. The man who thought to put his hands on Nina. “I don't know what you're talking about.” “Sure, you don't,” his smile fades, “but I'll dig up every cemetery and every shallow grave until you remember.”

"Are you just going to stand there and watch her bleed to death?" I stood at the back of the crowd, watching her carefully staged performance unfold. Memories of my past life flooded back. Our family was from the Dust Tail pack. We were nothing. Just the lowest Omegas living under the shadow of the powerful Silver Moon pack. Once, Stella snuck into their territory to steal. She bumped into their precious Luna and saw the resemblance. So she planned an assassination. Right here, at the Hunt. I looked around at the powerful Silver Moon warriors. Their auras were suffocating.