Jeff The Killer Pictures 소설 & 이야기

“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

At the apartment that late evening after she had had a chat with Mickey, Jessica decided to dive herself into the courses of the butcher case that as defined to her, they were unrealistic. She opened the first and at the front page where the supposed victims who were more of reason to count if ever life mattered to someone. At the very next page where a couples of pictures containing the killer’s notes that where mainly describing acts of justices. The first image had been written with blood in the midst of the dead four people and clearly read. WE SHALL SERVE THEM WITH BLOOD JUST AS THEY DO. The next image was vividly containing the back of the dead guy’s wrist cut out with a word justice.

then she excitedly shows my solo pictures. “And the two of you look great together,” she even adds. I shyly peek at the picture and somehow, I totally agree with him. Jeff is indeed good-looking, and his height is suitable for a tall girl like me. He also looks ravishing in his suit. I clear my throat, and snatch one of our pictures that look like we are almost kissing, “I’m going to keep this, you keep that one,” I demand. Jeff shyly accepts it, “Oh, my pleasure,” he answers shortly and I see him stare at the picture and smile at it.

I turned toward the door. “I’ll find out the truth,” I promised. Then I left before I could change my mind. Back in my office, Jeff and Appa were waiting. Jeff dropped a stack of photographs on my desk. I barely glanced at them before I met his gaze. “What is this?” “The proof you were looking for,” he said grimly. I grabbed the photos, flipping through them quickly. Images of men, my own pack members, sitting in dark corners of taverns, meeting with strangers.

Some were old reports on acquisitions, others intelligence briefs, still others photographs, each one a piece of the board he had been arranging for decades. His gaze lingered on the single print he’d chosen to send out earlier that night. The photograph was grainy, the figure in it aged and ragged, but unmistakable. Killian Jackson. Alive. Robert let the corner of his mouth tug upward in a faint smile as he sipped his whiskey. He knew Killian had seen it by now. He knew the younger man’s blood would be running hot, every rational thought pushed aside by the sudden, brutal confirmation of a truth he’d buried in doubt for years.

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”

If Thomas truly committed violence, he could kill him on the spot and simply claim it was self-defense after Thomas attacked his family. As long as Thomas died, the plan would be halfway complete. As for Sharon… Without Thomas, she was nothing. On the floor, the photographs showed Jamie sitting in the Kalen family's living room waiting for Sharon's return, Jamie staring intently at her figure, and even Jamie and Sharon kissing. At a glance, Sharon could tell the kissing photos were fake. But the images of Jamie waiting inside the Kalen residence were real. The same went for the intimate photos of her and Jamie taken on the island—those were fabricated as well.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

After hanging up the phone, Isabella knew that her family would probably become suspicious, so she contacted Sophia specifically. Leaving the hospital, Isabella drove, and Ethan in the passenger seat received a message from Colin. "The shooter's name is Jeff, 40 years old, a retired soldier who has been working as an extra for years. Colin found the person; he drowned and died. Jeff was diagnosed with leukemia recently, and he has an 18-year-old daughter." So, everything makes sense now. It wasn't a fan at all. Jeff was doing things for the sake of his daughter's future, accepting money and then ending his own life.

In that moment, getting to Victor was all that mattered. The door to Jeff's room—the room directly above the living room—was already unlocked, so she threw it open. Jeff was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His face had been slashed with five straight lines like the claws of some giant creature had ripped into him to the point where he was barely recognizable, but she knew it was him. Blood streamed down either side of his mouth, and there was a massive, gaping hole in his chest where his heart had once been.