Jodi Arias Crime Scene Novels & Stories

She quickly found a parking spot and ran towards the crime scene. “Ma’am! You can’t go in there!” an officer shouted when Arianna ducked under the crime scene tape. Another officer caught her by the waist and pulled her away, kicking and screaming. “Put me down! My husband’s in there!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Calm down. It’s an active crime scene. We can’t let anyone go in.” “No! Pierce!” Arianna shouted. “Arianna?” Arianna immediately stopped flailing at the sound of Pierce’s voice.

Twisted. The gun fired. Bullet hitting concrete. Ricochet. Chaos. Dante tackled Cross. Pinned him. Cuffed him. Marcus cut Aria's zip ties. Pulled her close. "Are you hurt?" "I'm okay. I'm okay." FBI burst through the doors. Agents everywhere. Securing the scene. Santos appeared. Saw Cross on the ground. Saw Aria's bloody face. "Ambulance is here. Let's get you checked out." Marcus helped Aria stand. She was shaking. Adrenaline crashing.

Aria noticed what was missing from her dad's office as her sister mixed spices into the green salads that only her dad ate. Ashton was pronounced dead that same night of natural causes, including a common cardiac arrest in the middle of the highway that caused him to seriously collide with a wall. Aria's guilt was weighing on her. Her father had sold her to her uncle for some reason, but he hadn't hurt her physically like her sister had believed. She had murdered the wrong one and she couldn't tell him or he would destroy her. Angie could not know that she had killed her father in vain and that her uncle was the real reason for her sister's decline. She had committed the first murder of hers

She's not exactly sure who finds her first; she is pretty sure it's Harry, but it could also have been Waylon. The next thing she knows, she's sitting out in the cool, brisk air, on the lip of an ambulance, covered in a thick grey blanket, with a hot cup of coffee in her hands. "Aria? Aria?" a voice drifts in front of her. Ariadne struggles to focus. It's Ed. He's out and alright. "I did it," Ariadne says. "He's dead." Felix is beside him. "I know. They're broadcasting the footage all over the city. The riots have stopped. The prisoners are complying now that their leader is dead. What you did-"

He saw her eyes widen, and her fingers turned stiff in his hand. “I didn't kill the man I was sent to prison for…” “But I saw you; I was the witness,” Aria interrupted, and Kayden blinked. ‘Shit! He had forgotten about the memory tampering procedure. Aria thought he was the murderer.’ “I don't know how to make you understand, but it really wasn't me. It was Jay…” Kayden left his words hanging when he saw how Aria looked tense and uncomfortable, as if she didn't want to be in his presence.

Then I was going to make them regret being born. The gallery was crawling with police when I arrived. Crime scene tape. Forensics vans. Uniforms everywhere. I found Davis first. “Where is she?” “Conference room. Third floor. With Detective Morrison.” I took the stairs. Faster than the elevator. Found the conference room. Saw Aria through the glass walls. She was sitting. Talking to a woman in a detective’s badge. Looking composed. But I could see the tension in her shoulders. The way her hands were clasped too tightly in her lap.

She thinks Nora seems trustworthy, but not Matt. Somehow, Matt gives this weird feeling that he doesn't like her that much. She needs Leo. Aria wants to talk to him. But she hasn't seen him since she woke up. "He's just trying to get an update in the crime scene," Matt said. Aria looked up at him and tried to read what was really in his mind; maybe she was judging him too early. But he gazes back at her with inscrutable eyes. "I don't know if you guys are aware, but I've killed people, and... and I don't think I'm even a human," she said, putting down the spoon and fork she was holding.

She matched up to the stage in big tees and joggers. “And you are?.” The second judge asked. “I’m Aria. Her best friend.” Aria started. Her anger was visible on her face as she defended. “Lola isn’t the type of girl to use hard drugs. She has never had one in her possession either.” The judge frowned as he observed Aria. “You’re her best friend? then you both must be in on this together.” He accused. “What!” Aria said.

Again. Detective Harris entered the room, a clipboard in hand and a grim expression on his face. “Still no sign of her,” he said, his voice filled with annoyance. “She must’ve planned this escape well. The city’s big, but we’re covering ground. It won’t be long before we catch her.” “That’s not good enough,” Aria said sharply, her voice cutting through the room. She looked up, her eyes blazing. “She tried to kill us. She’s out there, plotting God knows what, and you’re telling me it won’t be long?”

Aria said casually, not distantly polite at all, "I need to be reinstated to my position, Mr. Huntington. Please inform everyone below us that No. 1 is back." "I'll inform them right away!" Drake laughed heartily. "You're finally willing to come back! Where are you? I'll have Holly pick you up right now." Aria looked outside the window. "I just left Janovin, about an hour into the mountains. No need to send Holly to pick me up; I'm heading to the crime scene to investigate." "You're going to a crime scene?" Drake's first reaction was to open a report he had about a series of murders.