Jeff The Killer Pictures Novels & Stories

“In there are all the project details you need to look at.” Jefferson opened the folder and went through it. He then picked a photograph from the folder and compared to the ones he had before, “no way! We saw him get killed and the other one died days later.” He picked one of the pictures for a closer look, “what about her? Is she alive as well?” “My guess is…if he is alive…she is also alive and they are most probably together.” “That means we have two big problems to deal with or…” Rebecca interrupted.

And it's always a woman named Tamara. "Is this Jason McKennel?" Jeffry snorted. "Why? You're jealous of me getting close to your wife, huh? She's like a diamond, and you'd trade her for shit. That's a shame. However, I'm not as stupid as you. I know what's precious and not, especially when the priceless one gets dumped." "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!"

Ellen wasn't willing but she came around. " you need to promise me you won't be angry and react", Ellen asked Jeffrey. Jeffrey was quiet but later said my love tell me, you've got nothing to worry. "I- I think I got raped and had those little ones, I got raped by Kelvin, but I can't really place my finger on any evidence yet. Jeffrey got very furious when She narrated what she could remember to him. Jeffrey left Ellen at the restaurant and went to Kelvin's home, Kelvin was in a meeting with his mom out his house.

My classmates turned their heads up to us. There was a look of astonishment on their faces. Even if they wanted to ask, they could not and chose to remain silent and just listen to me and Clark talking. I laughed out loud. “It's okay if you don't ask for help anymore. It is also a waste of time because it is just crazy that you think one of us is a murderer.” Ace stood up from his seat. “What do you mean, Xienne? Clark is thinking that the killer is one of us here?”

Jeff exhaled slowly, “The cameras at the protest were tampered with. There’s a gap in the footage, right at the moment the smoke bomb went off. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.” My heart sank, “So we have nothing.” “For now,” His eyes darkened, “But I’m not giving up.” I stared at him, searching his face, “What are you going to do?” Jeff’s jaw flexed, “I have people looking for him and I don’t mean just security, I mean people who know how to find ghosts.” A shiver ran down my spine, Jeff wasn’t just talking about private investigators, he was talking about people from his past. The past he’d tried to keep buried.

The screen pinged again, displaying a message from an encrypted source. I clicked it open. It was a photo of Jeffery unconscious and tied to a chair. And below it, a single line of text: “You disavowed the crown. So now we wear it.”

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

When Jeff paused Terri was quick to ask Jeff, "Do you think you can get a couple of those pictures he took of Hanna so we can use them to prove the abuse Harold is doing?" Jeff said, "Harold is off today so I can use the computer and transfer the pictures from the camera to a flash drive if you want me to. The camera is locked in the desk and I have a key." "That would be great if you could transfer the pictures without deleting them off the camera so Harold wouldn't know you have them." Terri said. "Jeff what are you doing later this evening about seven o'clock?" Terri asked. "I'll be going right home after work. Why are you asking Terri?" Jeff replied.

I remembered him vividly well. He sure as hell was the man I shot in my memories. Despite he was covered in bruises and dried blood, he had this cocky smile on his face that gave away the fact that he wasn’t from an ordinary family, yet, I killed him because of a fucking woman, not caring about what his family might do to me. My eyes flickered from the first photo until the last and that was all I needed to accept the glaring truth. I was indeed Guiliano Jensen. A killer. A psychopath. And a man with mafia genes running through his veins.