Jeff The Killer Picture の小説・ストーリー

“I thought Jesse said he’s really busy and hard to get a hold of.” Jesse was Phoebe’s boyfriend, a rich young heir in the same social strata as Cyrrus. A lesser-known fact was that Jesse Waters was Cyrrus Lied’s college classmate. However, a lesser-known fact was by no means a secret, which meant it was easily within Black Dahlia’s reach. Once Aria found out that Jesse’s new girlfriend, Phoebe Jones, was working in Lied Pharmaceuticals’ HR department, it was a simple matter of forging a resume and lying her way through the interview.

“I am doing the show on this case.” Informing him, I’ve tried to catch his attention but he just looked at me for a second before going back in solving his goddamn puzzles. I got annoyed on him. I tried to wait but when I’ve noticed that he’s just being an asshole, I planned to storm out of the office. However, in the middle of my steps, my eyes caught something. It’s a picture. From the bulletin board where all of the evidences for the crime is plastered. Fajardo seems too indulge in his game, carefully, I took the picture and tried to see it closer, clearer. I cannot just point it out, but somehow at the back of my mind I know that I vividly recognize the boy from one of the pictures of th

Devastating screams rose and fell, one after another! Just then, a crisp interrogation sounded from behind the bead curtains. Jeffrey held his bloodied head with a napkin as he parted the bead curtains furiously and roared, “You’re Theo Zander? So what you’re saying is that you will lay a hand on me as well?” Jeffrey was seething. He was only here to toy with some woman, but he got his head cracked open instead!

Not just any bodies, the torn off pieces of her family: her mothers afraid features still cemented to her motionless body, surrounded by the limps of her father Daniel and younger brother Jamie. "They will fucking, pay for this!", Nyx roared inside my mind, igniting the fury already ablaze. There had to be over fifty pictures – zoomed in and out – of their gruesome murder. It was obvious they had suffered and she would make sure that the person who did this suffered too.

“By the way, remove that hand of yours from her. You can play pretend lovers all you want, but I am the real one, pup.” “Shut it, hybrid!” He growled at Al before turning towards me. His gaze softened a bit. “Is it true that he visited you? Are you alright?” “I’m fine. He didn’t do anything. We just talked.” My voice was a little shaken, but it wasn’t because I had cried earlier. It was because something was bugging me at the back of my mind. Tyrelle mentioned an attack in the hospital and claimed that Aelfric was the killer. But Aelfric doesn’t sound like the killer, especially since he was so composed like this. The Aelfric that I know doesn’t lie - or at least he hasn’t so far.

He knew not to use those pictures. “How long has he been threatening you, and how did he even get those pictures? No one knew what went down that night other than us” Her voice wavers, hands ball into fists as she demands an answer. “Jeffrey saw what happened that night… The people… the blood. He took those pictures at that moment. After a year or so, he contacted me, and that's when it started. I thought it was best to give him what he wants until I can find a way to get my hands on those pictures, but he has countless copies as backup. It took years of trying to finally give up and just do what he is asking for. I didn't take Dad's business because he'd demand more if I had”

It has been so long, And ever since I returned and regained my memory, I haven’t had the opportunity to visit him. “Have you found Asher?” Someone behind me said. I was so startled, but when I turned around, I was more shocked. “Do you miss your grandpa that much?” Jeff? “W…wh…what are you doing…” I tried to put the words together, but I couldn’t. Jeff is in prison waiting for his death, Who is this? And why does he look like Jeff? “Hahahaaha, Blair, do not be surprised, this is me.”

His knuckles were white around the ceramic handle. “He’s watching us,” I said quietly. Jeff didn’t turn around. “He always has been.” “But this feels different,” I added. “He’s not trying to destroy our credibility anymore—he wants to get inside our heads.” Jeff finally looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with the kind of fatigue no sleep could fix. “He already has.” I crossed the room and took the photo, flipping it over again like maybe, somehow, the words would change. Careful who you trust. Not everyone watching is a fan.

I asked, my head throbbing “I couldn’t figure out why such kind of a man could stalk me. “Did Jeff send you to kill me?” I asked cowering away from him. His eyes sharpened on my face and for a minute I saw something flash in them. “What do you mean I want to kill you? No…. fucking way. I’m not a murderer in any way and I have never associated myself with Jeff. Did he treat you that badly? he asked, looking genuinely concerned but I was not in the mood for entertaining him. I wanted him gone. I never even wished to meet with him again.