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Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle. He wasn’t. He was a ghost. He had been a ghost for years. Nobody had ever seen his face. Nobody had ever caught him on a traffic camera. Nobody had ever taken a photograph that wasn’t blurred silver and shadow. Seventeen confirmed kills, the last count I’d seen, and every one of them a man who had hurt someone smaller than himself and walked away from the consequence. A tabloid writer had called him the Verdict Killer in a piece three years ago and the name had stuck because it fit. Because what he did was not mur

He was clearly not interested in cooperating with them. "We've come here to talk about working with you, Jeffrey," Alyssa began, using a more acceptable term. "Work with me? Do you think I'm an idiot, Ms. Alyssa? I nearly died under both your hands. You two want to work with me? What nonsense!" Jeffrey scoffed. "You didn't succeed in killing us, though you wanted to, did you?" Alyssa asked with a faint smile. Jeffrey's brows furrowed. He was a mercenary, a trained hitman. Alyssa's words were insulting his expertise.

"One that's been operating in the shadows for decades. They deal in everything from money laundering to blackmail, extortion, even murder when necessary. Your father stumbled onto something he shouldn't have. He was an accountant, right?" Jeffrey nodded slowly. "That's what I read in the newspaper." "He was working for a company that was a front for this organization," Jules continued. "He found discrepancies in the books, transactions that didn't add up. Being the honest man he was, he started digging. And that's when he signed his own death warrant." The waiter returned with their drinks, setting them down carefully before walking away. Neither man touched their cups. "Who killed him?" Jef

“Ariella… you’re not alone.” But she barely heard him. Because her gaze had landed on one last document. Pinned low. Old. Yellowed. A police report. The one from the night her father died. Except this version… had details missing from the official record. And one line was circled in red. “Primary suspect remains unidentified.” Ariella’s voice broke as she whispered: “Then who killed my father…?” Rafael stepped forward again. His expression shifted—slowly, almost painfully.

Everyone was on edge after Kiara's piercing scream. Kiara’s POV I woke to the smell of fresh roses, and something that smelled of the woods. I inhaled deeply and let out a sigh of satisfaction. “ Ah, welcome back to the land of the living" a familiar voice said. I knew it was Jeff right away. I shot my eyes open and the minute those deep blue eyes made contact with mine tears swelled up and began to fall. The memory of my murdered best friend and meemaw came swirling back to me. My so called father murdered the people I loved. I looked up at Jeff with tears in my eyes and he wiped the stray tears from my cheeks that’s when I felt the tingling sensation where ever he touched. Through my sobs

“But she was going to use that opportunity to get you back. I don't know how.” Finn scoffed and stood up. “Okay, let's meet her and see what she's up to…” “Honey…” Jojo called in confusion. “Don't worry, honey,” Finn said gently. “I got this. No one is taking me away from you…” But Jeff shook his head. “There is still something you need to hear,” he said and fast-forwarded the audio. “You know, I think he killed his wife's best friend's mom,” Cliff said.

"Nathan's death was an accident, but my father buried the fallout. Silenced the families with hush money all under a shell corporation. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know." I studied his face to see the struggle between guilt and disbelief on his features. "But now you do," His lips opened wide, but no words came out. Perhaps there was nothing to say at all. I turned away. The air seemed thicker now, as if the walls were pressing closer around me. Edward Richards was no simple killer: he was undoubtedly ruthless - but also calculated. Clean. And maybe his reputation had roots extending further than we'd really understood. "Cassie." Jeffery's voice softened. "We'll fix this. I'll expose eve

"Don't mess with me, Jeffry Allen! You may be able to hide from my stupid father and brother, but don't think I don't know who you are. You're a murderer! And I'll ensure you don't do the same to Emily!" Once again, Jason's words amused Jeffry to the point of laughter. He was happy to have made Jason angry, especially if he lost. "You want to threaten me?" Jeffry sighed. "You should realize who the real killer is. And ... you gave Emily that name, huh? Or did you deliberately take Emily from the orphanage because you thought she looked like the deceased—" "Enough, Jeffry! I swear I won't forgive you if you dare to bother or touch Emily with your filthy hands!"